A/N: I don't own DBZ and I don't pretend to. This story is AU so that gives me free range and my characters OOC (out of character). Be warned spelling and grammar mistakes will be found. ALWAYS! Another Warning, this could end up as a Yaoi male/male coupling. If you are homophobe then don't read. No-one is making you. Rated R
Royal Delivery
Chapter 15In expensive lodgings in the high side of the town was a round podgy man with the finest of clothing sitting at his private table with another, talking after a large meal, the remains still scattered around the oval table.
Next to him was a bare foot boy looking no more than eleven or twelve wearing black gi pants with a fine blood red silk sash that wrapped around his lean waist a few times and tied at his side front with the same colour blood red band around his wrists. He was the image of his master's wealth as he stood to one side of the man showing no sign of what he might be thinking other than his eyes looking lost of all feeling.
His mass of black hair cropped at the neck with its thick spikes and one lock lay heavily, stubbornly, over his dark pools that looked hungrily at the leftover meals. His thoughts were cut short when he heard his master voice. "Come here my pet. Show the man your nice tail."
The boy came close allowing the older man to put his arms around his waist to pull him even closer still with the other hand holding the boy he reached behind the boy to bring the long bushy tail into view with his other hand. "See still intact." He bragged.
The man came closer to examine the thick fur and ran his hand over the tail. The boy didn't flinch instead he just looked at the man who was holding his tail busy seeing the different shades the light brought out on the fur. The child chose to look away over his master's shoulder not wanting any part of it. "It's a marvel how these Saiyan could have one. I have heard so many stories about those disgusting creatures. But yours is a fine specimen and with a tail, so rare."
The older man puffed out his chest. He was so pleased yet again another could see the rarity in his fine trophy. "Yes that's why he was so expensive. Of course it is a prize to own. Isn't that right my pet?" The man leaned his head back to get the child to look at him which he did. With sad eyes the boy nodded.
The man was pleased with the boy. He turned back to his new acquaintance. His whole stance, clothes, body, was a signal to others of wealth with the appetite to match. Others would flock to be in his company. The thin man sat back in his chair after releasing the tail watching in interest as the child let it drop back behind him wanting nothing to do with it.
"Does he give you much trouble?" He said wiping his hands
The man brought the boy even closer making him have to support himself by his master shoulder as the man chuckled, his stomach bounced up down with the humour he saw in the words. "No. When I bought him four years ago, mind you I payed a fortune for him but I just had to have him."
The man beamed as kept his pet close not releasing his hold on the boy as he boasted on. "His previous owner said he used to be a handful but he fixed all of that. No he is very obedient." The man squeezed the boy and slapped and gripped him on the cheek butt grinning at the child who only looked back at the thin man feeling uncomfortable with all the added attention in public.
His last master had him hiding behind closed walls for the most part where his wealthy master liked to boast and show him off as a trophy to add to his rare and expensive collection as they travelled the galaxy in his master's ship collecting valuables that his master thirsted for. "It's wise that you still keep his collar on. I have heard the Saiyan have tremendous power." The man said with a frown trying to hold back his disgust in the species. Being on this side of the galaxy and so close to the Saiyanjins others here feared and despised them.
"No the collars stay on I had to get it resized when I bought him it was neglected and obviously too tight for the boy." The man explained as he looked back at the silver band around the child tracing over it with his finger. The child tensed with the sharp jolt he would receive from the touch. The man smirked at the boy's reaction so pleased he didn't whimper like he use too, otherwise it would have been embarrassed to discipline the boy in front of his new friend.
As the man explained some more of his prize pet three large figures stepped into the tavern their dark and powerful forms stopped conversations as the stormy atmosphere they brought with them chilled air. They scanned their surroundings as the owner came over to them to stop any trouble in his well respected establishment.
"I think you have the wrong place." Without looking at him Nappa swatted him away letting the man crash to the floor as the saiyanjin sights were fixed on a dark brown tail in the back rows near the stairs. Growls emanated deep within the three powerful warriors as they watched with disgust as the tail was being fondled by another as it got looped around chubby fingers.
Others around the men wisely picked up their drinks from the bar and went elsewhere to get away from the storm that was brewing. The three Saiyanjins snarled showing their white sharp canines as their fists clenched at their sides they pushed past the shocked onlookers and approached the wealthy man and his thin friend.
The older man looked up with a frown and sat up with his back straight in his chair staring at the intruders while his new found friend stood up to leave only to have Nappa push him back down in his seat. Three sets of dark fires burned holes into the man with his hand on the boy's buttocks.
"Yes can I help you?"
The quiet room iced over forcing others to shift from the neighbouring tables as the long haired saiyanjin moved closer burning his orbs into the two that now had his undivided attention Nappa and Turles stood tall on each side of him with the same hungry look of blood fixed in their eyes.
"Oh… I'm sure you can." Raditz snared, signalling to anyone with intelligence to back away now, while they still had legs.
Turles stepped forward. "Hand the boy over!" He growled as he watched the cub with his back turned and his tail still in his master's hands. Not wanting to risk doing anything while the man held the limb tight.
"I beg your pardon." The man was stunned. "Who do you think you are?" He tightened his grip on the child not giving the boy much room to see over his shoulder at the sounds of strangers filling his ears with his hands laying around his master shoulders for support.
"Hand the boy over now!" Raditz growled sending the boy into nervous shivers with the hostile warning.
The man glared back at them and without looking at the child he ordered the boy. "Go back to my room and stay there." His master releasing his grip and allowed the boy to follow his orders. Not wanting to get on the wrong side of his master, the child turned with his head bowed and went to leave. His mind raced with a single thought… will he have a new master after tonight?
His solemn eyes stayed low not wanting to see his next master. He could feel their power emanating off them. The boy went to pass the three large men to go upstairs.
A hand stopped him from going any further. "Gohan!" The boy stumbled back dark pools looked up and up. With a gasp he fell back onto the ground dazed and shaken at the three men towering over him, their faces all unchanged like in his fading dreams.
The boy's master jumped to his feet nearly knocking the plates off the table with his round belly. In fury he threw his napkin on the uneaten food. "Go to our room boy!" He yelled out his order to the boy before letting his rage out on the three men. "What do you think your doing? I brought him! He's mine!"
"That was your first mistake." Raditz growled with Nappa at his side itching to slam his fist into the man's face. Turles moved down and knelt in front of his nephew who backed away with his eyes transfixed at the saiyanjin. "Master?"
"I said GO!" His master yelled. Raditz moved closer still with his fist now tightened into a ball under the man's chin the saiyanjin eyes darkened burning their intentions with rage. His Saiyan canines were exposed adding to the deadly threat.
Turles turned back to the frightened boy with the same dark main only cropped but the same lock falling over his nephew eyes, eyes that were now pleading for him to stay away. With a sigh he reached out to grab his brother's cub. "Come Gohan it's time to go home."
Gohan moved back as far as he could before his back collided with the wall. His minded raced, this was just another dream it wasn't true his face will change and show his true identity any minute now. They never stay kind for long. Never.
"See, the boy will only obey me." The man whimpered in Raditz grip, his fist still pressed close against the man's chin, the Saiyanjin was trying to ignore the thick scent of his nephew all over the man.
"Then we will have to change that." He hissed.
Gohan's eyes went wide feeling trapped and exposed. He watched the man in front of him edging his way to him, his heart pounded against his chest. He eyes darted back to the others in the room knowing no help would be offered there. As he watched others kept their distance from the three warriors. "Gohan, it's me your uncle."
The boy wide eyes snapped back to the man in front of him claming to be his fathers twin Gohan looked over his shoulder to see the owner approached cautiously again. Behind the three Saiyanjin others in the room wondered briefly whether he was brave or insane thinking that he could stop three Saiyanjin elite.
"I don't want any trouble here!" The own called. Turles who was still kneeling in front of the boy frowned and turned around to get better look at the idiot. That gave the boy all he needed as he sprung to his feet and raced to the stairs.
"BLAST" Turles cursed and pushed off after him with Nappa now turning his full attention on the owner, the fool.
Turles rushed up the mound of stairs and followed the sound of footfalls. His sights fell to the very end off the corridor in time to see a door slam. He moved down and stopped at the door. His keen hearing could hear movement inside. Taking a deep breath and reached for the handle to find it was locked.
He rattled it hard only to have the thing snap and drop in his hand. * Damn it.* Throwing the thing away behind him the saiyanjin placed a palm on the door and with a quick burst of ki the door flung inwards crashing into the opposite wall with deafening sound. That allowed Turles entry as he step into the plush surrounding of the gold lined room with all its expensive décor. The saiyanjin warrior frowned in disgust.
His nose twitched with the scent in the room his keen Saiyan sense picked up on the unmistakable scent of sex. Turles snarled as a sickening feeling washed over him. Shaking the sent from his nose he walked towards two doors off to the side. One was closed. He knew why too. The boy would be hiding in there.
Carefully he turned the handle and was surprised to find it wasn't locked his frown deepened still as he stepped in to the empty room with only a dresser and single bed that hasn't been touched. *the boy's not here?* Turles turned to leave when he saw a figure dash out from behind the couch making a bee line for the front door. "SHIT!"
Turles raced out pushing the door back further into the plaster as he chased after the boy. Gohan stopped frozen in the middle of the corridor in front of him was his ex-body guard Nappa with his hands out ready to catch the boy from trying to escape. Each breath was forced and his eyes darted back to his uncle now behind him. *Trapped.* The boy backed up a few steps to the wall watching the two men on either side of him close in.
"Gohan we're not going to hurt you." As this was said a loud blood curdling scream of his master was heard sending the boy's eyes even wider with fear. Turles cursed his brother impatience. He looked up at his giant friend who looked just as upset. Both were hoping to get their hands on the boy's master themselves.
The boy's heart was pounding as he watched the two men edge closer, the next thing Gohan knew was Raditz was walking up the stairs next to Nappa with a smug look set on his face before he frowned at his brother and his friend. "Get the boy already!"
"Oh it's easy for you to say." Turles growled as his sight fell back to the frightened boy. "Come on Gohan. We promise we won't hurt you. We want to take you home." Gohan shook his head *No* before charging at Turles knocking him back against the opposite wall before racing back to his old master's room and ran towards the window.
"GET HIM" Turles yelled picking himself up and bolting after the boy with the other yelling behind him.
In the room he weaved himself around the couch and made a leap to the window where Gohan was half way out. "LEAVE ME." He screamed feeling his body being dragged back by strong arms. He struggled, kicking and twisting his body, making it hard for the man to get decent grip who was scared the cub will fall when the boy himself didn't seem to care.
Nappa moved the heavy couch from their path to get to the boy more easily. Raditz pushed passed him and came up to the boy who was trying to worm his way out of his uncle arms, Gohan's hands gripped the window frame fighting to pull his weight forward out to the semi crowed streets two stories down, only to feel his grip slipping.
"Gotcha" Raditz called as he grabbed the boy's legs from kicking. Between them both they pulled him back in. Gohan wrestled from their touch before they released their hold on the panic stricken boy.
"STOP IT!" Gohan winced, hearing his older uncle, stopped instantly before backing away from them and lowering his head in a submissive stance that had been beaten into him all those years ago. Turles looked over at his brother Raditz who shrugged his shoulders. He wasn't that good with kids.
"You remember us? That's Raditz your uncle and Nappa your old bodyguard and me Uncle Turles you remember right?" He asked as he knelt in front of the boy pointing to the other two. Gohan's haunting eyes looked up at each of them and nodded and lowered his head again.
"We have no time for this. Quick lets take the boy back to the ship." Raditz said. His brother nodded.
"Hey guys what's that scent isn't it…" Nappa never got to finish his sentence with the two death glares he was receiving from his friends. "Oh."
Turning back to the boy the three saiyanjin elites with the youngest prince of Vegeta-sei walked out of the room. The three warriors stayed close in a protective guard over the royal cub, who was now in his early teens.
"He's a bit small for a fourteen year old, don't you think?" Turles whispered not wanting to upset the boy any further.
"It's the ki ring around the boy's neck." Raditz said as they watched the boy between them with his head hung low.
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Leaving the lodging wasn't a problem for the three Saiyanjin and the boy now under their protection. No one wanted the same fate as the others. Gohan had a quick glance at where his last master was last seen only to find nothing only the left over food and a chair that had fallen over.
The trip back to the ship was uneventful. Most people looked away preferring not to know anything. Turles took Gohan to his own room. "This is my room we will be sharing." Gohan nodded "Yes Master, I understand."
"Stop calling me that. What do you mean you understand? " Turles frowned, he thought he caught a double meaning, then it dawned on him as the boy started to unwrap his sash around his waist. The General rushed over and quickly stopped the boy from going any further. "Oh NO… No… no. Nothing like that is going to happen here."
Gohan looked up at him. He came to his uncle's shoulders but he felt smaller. "Sorry Master I thought since we were sharing… that you wanted…" Turles stopped him before he could finish.
"I'm NOT your Master I'm your uncle. Now stay here."
The boy watched him go and then with the door now closed Gohan dark pools looked around the small room with its desk and built in shelving on one side with all the man clothes etc and spare boots in neat order on the bottom shelve and opposite that was a single bed pressed hard up against the metal wall. His sight turned back to the door and on either side of it was a wall light that gave out a gentle glow to the room making it not so void of character.
With nothing to do he turned sat on the bed with his back pressed hard up against the corner he bent his knees and rested his cheek allowing his dark pools to wander over his uncles personal things on the small desk.
"Yes Master."
TBC…
A/N: I hope you liked it. I enjoyed written that one and not having to jump around. Thanks guy for encouraging me to go on. A few times I felt like quitting but now I'm back to liking the story again. *grins*
Anyway it's two in the morning I think I should sneak off to bed now. Shh …Don't tell. ^_~
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