A/N: I don't own DBZ and I don't pretend to. This story is AU so that gives me free range and characters are OOC (out of character). Be warned spelling and grammar mistakes will be found. ALWAYS! Warning, Yaoi - male/male coupling. If you are homophobic then don't read. No one is making you. Rated R

Royal Delivery

Chapter 31

A groan came from Mirai's lips as he stirred. His eyelids flickered open with the annoying pain from the aching knot at the back of his neck. Elevating himself slightly, he winced; eyes now open blues that roamed the familiar room. It was his old bedroom. Raising himself to his elbows, Mirai looked towards the window with its mid-evening sun shining through the polished glass panels. Confused, "What's happened?" He asked himself.

"So you're awake?" The handsome warrior at the door looked on unamused, troubled.

"Papa what happened?" Mirai shifted, the nagging pain still letting its presence be known, he rubbed and stretched his neck.

"I should ask you the same." Goku walked in to stand with his arms folded across his broad chest. He looked down at his eldest son disappointed. A frown washed over the teen face.

"Is there something I've forgotten?" Mirai asked as he shifted on the bed to sit at the edge with his feet touching the floor. He looked up into his papa's dark frustrated pools.

"Huh! I hit you harder than I thought brat!" Vegeta growled as he walked into the room to stand beside his mate. Both were looking at him with the same disapproving expression.

"For fuck's sake! Now what have I done wrong?" Mirai growled, annoyed at them. He stared back his eyes becoming as hard and cold, brimmed with frustration, confusion.

A growl emanated from Vegeta; his self-control was stretched to the very limits. The boy had changed everything with what he done and he sits here with no memory of the deed. He went to strike the boy.

Goku stretched out a hand stop him from reaching their eldest. He snatched his mate's clenched fist in mid air. Mirai raised his hand to block the strike should it come. His blues looked lost and bewildered. What had he done to get his father so worked up?

Goku felt the same as his mate, he had finally got his young son back and now this happens. They knew it was going to be a strain on everyone's emotions; dangerous times lay ahead until Gohan comes of age and Mirai can then claim his true love. Goku turned around with a spark of anger flashing through his eyes as he looked at his eldest son in annoyance. "Gohan." He said.

That was all it took. Mirai's blues danced in time with his mind. Everything was coming clearer, his eyes grew wider. He made a leap to leave only to have his father push him back on the bed. "Stay!"

"Chibi …where is he? Tell me. I need to be with him. " The teen called frantically, worried about his bond brother. His heart was racing with his anxiety. It was all coming back to him; in leaps and bounds of what he had done. He fought to get up again but his father pushed him back roughly. "CHIBI WHERE IS HE?"

Vegeta kept his hands on his son shoulders and shook him, to get Mirai to look at him, trying to get him to listen. "STOP IT! He is not here."

Mirai's blues were wide with worry; anxious to be with his brother. He stopped wrestling and looked at his papa. "Where is he?" His mind raced back to when he last saw Gohan with Collis. His jaw tightened a deep frown marked on his handsome face. It was madding, the image of them together.

Goku sat down on the bed next to Mirai looking into his son's blue eyes, looking so full and heavy with emotion. "We sent him away."

"WHERE?" Mirai was fighting them both, the power he felt for his love was great. Goku locked sights with his partner Vegeta. Both full of alarm for him they could feel the boy's powerful ki start to rise and they where having hard time holding him back. //What should we do? Tell him where he is?// Goku asked.

//It would only make things worse.// Vegeta said as they watched their boy struggle.

"Calm your self Mirai!" Goku called as his grip tightened on his son's shoulder, forcing him back down on the mattress on his back. His blue eyes where full of rage, his passion burned to be with his love.

Vegeta and Goku both held him down. Mirai was kicking struggling and twisted his body against the two most powerful warriors on the planet. He never thought in his desperation of it as futile fighting with these two. He only wanted to escape the madding desire to be with his love the raven-haired beauty, the love of his life.

Both Goku and Vegeta knew that now that Mirai would have to learn to fight down these powerful emotions that have now ascended into his heart. The thirst, the heightening passion, he held for his brother was sparked, set alight with the taste of his flavoured copper wine, that rich thick salted taste.

A flame that wasn't to die, only accelerate with every waking moment until he receives what his body calls upon, a claim. His lust, his love for the younger teen was burning bright, he need to be with him now, he been without him for too long already.

"BOY! If you don't calm yourself I'll have no choice but to knock you out again!" Vegeta growled.

"CHIBI"

~~~

"Collis, show me again." Gohan called getting off the floor dusting off his clothes from the other teen's attack. Gohan was beaming. The smile radiated out his happiness. It never left him. His eyes were bright with excitement.

He was being trained to be strong, learning new attacks, how to block, new moves to defend himself. Gohan had been working hard for three hours straight now. Never once did it enter his head to have rest as his blood pumped with the excitement, the thrill. The thrill of being able to defend himself properly for once in his life; to be able to protect himself from anyone. It was his hopes his dreams no more masters' fist will ever touch him. No more harsh beating that would render him to the very edge of death, no more feeling weak or defenceless or scared.

Oh never again did he want to feel that loneliness, that emptiness, that darkness that trapped him for years in its cold barren arms. Never again will he be trapped in those friendless arms where death itself would have been kinder. But no he was here with Collis who was willing to teach him everything he knew. Oh what freedom he will experience now he could defend himself properly. His eyes were alight with this knowledge; his smile was a beacon of things to come. A sort of freedom he never once had washed over him. Gohan knew he was not going to give up on this potent taste of safety; he was to lap up every drop of this experience and store it for a lifetime.

It had been four hours since he had arrived at the wealthy estate of Commander Ramose Collis' father's home. It had been passed down from father to son for centuries. The mansion was small compared to what he was use to now back at the palace. It wouldn't even take up a quarter of the palace size.

The daunting mountains of Carso, enormous in their size a sharp ragged edge reached for the stars. They unfolded down to the back wall of the heavily weathered grey-white stone. That surrounded the fortress of the white stone mansion giving it a ghostly appearance. The rich foliage from the haunting forests embraced itself on three sides. The natural wildness of it thrilled Gohan's senses.

The stone walls, the ancient features, the furniture, dramatic paintings, heavy in colour and style, the Ramose strong heritage had became fused with the atmosphere of the very building over time. The sharp arrogance amazed Gohan. The way they talked to their servants or just to each other was done with such gruffness, with no heart. Even his old master was kinder in his mannerisms. It was so different from his royal father's house, the palace. Even with the king's pride, there was a warmth to be found there. Within these walls it was nowhere to be seen.

The city was ancient like the Ramose estate but the king's palace was a thousand times older than these walls. Yet when Gohan first walked up the worn steep steps, the steps that would lead him to the solid main doors of the white stone mansion, he felt a chill run down his spine, a coldness that took his breath.

But his excitement of achieving his deepest desires was about to come to reality. Vegeta, his father, had approved of the idea of him leaving. Gohan had got what he begged for after a battle of words. He put forward the need to be taught the basics to be able to defend himself. Both parents agreed, after Mirai's attack on him, that it would be best and allowed him to be trained. But they knew it would have to be elsewhere until they knew what they were going to do with Mirai, now he would be stronger in his conviction.

As soon as Vegeta and Goku gave their permission for him to train, Collis put forward the idea that the young prince would be welcome to spend as much time as he needed back at his father's estate. He offered to help the prince train there in the quiet luxury of his family's home.

Vegeta and Goku both didn't want their son to go far from their sights but now that Mirai wanted to make his claim on the boy… If he had taken the boy earlier on in the day, before Gohan was ready, Mirai would have been in more pain than he already was, without a mate at his bedside when he was in heat.

Both parents knew Gohan wouldn't have returned the mark to seal it. The gift he needed to make a true signature has yet to fall upon him. It would make any mark he did now null and void.

He wouldn't be sexually active to return the lust and passion that would help bind and unite their kis as one. And, until Gohan comes of age, when he would be ready to claim, Mirai would suffer a thousand times worse if he had marked him now.

With not being able to have what his body craved for, Mirai wouldn't be able to take another to ease some of the ache. No drugs or magic spell would alleviate the pain that would engulf him. The lust would swamp him, maddening him, and he would go insane, he would end up raping, even killing his beloved future mate for the thirst.

Mirai would be an outcast, scandal would spread. There were already whispers escaping the walls of the academy and the palace, from those who were eager to spread them. Vegeta and Goku were not concerned, as they would wipe any whispers off the mouths that would speak these things about their son.

But their anxious minds were on Gohan with his pleading frustrated dark eyes looking back at them. They knew he needed to be away until they could speak with Mirai. Gohan would have his own guard escort but they made it clear to both that it was only a week away at the most before Bardock would return.

Gohan was to have his ki ring taken off before the party where it would be a grand celebration like no other. The most powerful families from across this planet and beyond were to meet for the celebration of the return of the younger prince Gohan. Both Vegeta and Kakarrot's sons were back on their home planet the Saiyan Empire of Vegeta-sei.

Vegeta also wanted to have Mirai meet with the other warrior families that were their allies. He was training his son for when he will rule Vegeta-sei. He needed the boy to find out who will be his friend and who might become their foe. Vegeta had organized all the invitations with personal care; all they waited for now was the removal of the collar.

There was a quiet concern about how well Gohan would cope without the collar, which had cut off all his natural Saiyanjin power, stopping his talents from being known. The boy was a fighter but how far will it carry him once the ring is removed.

Both parents harboured their own private fears. Would it be too much for Gohan? When it is time he will be swamped with raw energy and things he doesn't understand, things that have been lost to him for years. It might become a strain and bury him in a deep depression. The strain might claim his young mind, and their greatest fear was that Gohan would go mad or even seek to end his suffering.

No one could tell if he would be strong enough mentally or physically. Goku and Vegeta reminded themselves secretly in the privacy of their bedchamber, reassuring themselves that if he had survived this long, surely he will fight this last battle and engulf his Saiyanjin heritage with strong, open arms.

Gohan, who was now in commander Ramose' home and in their care, was enjoying the fight in a huge oval arena. Watching with renewed enthusiasm as Collis came at him with a fist; the teen's movement was quick and swift. A number of times the young prince found himself on his butt on the sand floor of the arena. However it was only for a short time and Gohan was back up with a new, heightened enthusiasm. His eagerness to learn and his thirst for knowledge shocked the older boy, especially how quickly he learned and how fast he could be, even without his ki.

But with the collar on, Gohan was no match for the Saiyan-jin power; the use of ki. Collis would make unfair advances and quietly laugh - that would tease the prince's sensitive ears. Collis watched with amusement as Gohan tripped and rolled.

The prince would never stay down too long, always wiping away the smile of his opponent's face. That satisfied gleam never lasted long in Collis eyes as the prince came to him. Each time Collis' overconfidence was washed away by the young prince's quickness, his learning skills and others skills that Collis had never seen, the equivalent to street fighting.

It amused him, it seemed, that Gohan was adding what he was learning from him to what he had picked up over the years of imprisonment that went with being a pleasure slave, the game of slavery. But something deeper, was been released as they continued with their unyielding workout.

"You have to do better than that Collis." Gohan yelled with the thrill of the battle. A wicked gleam had been lit inside of him. "I'm waiting Collis. Come and get me."

~~~

It was late at night and Ursus trembled some as he lay on his bed at the academy waiting for the drug, that the doctor had brought him earlier, to kick in and start calming his fever. He was told that he would be moved to the palace in the morning. He felt weak and drained. It had grown worse in just a few hours.

His mane was let out beneath him, untied from the black band. The red tints shone in his dark black hair under the night light on the wall above him. Dark locks stuck to the frame of his feverish face as beaded sweat trailed southwards. His eyes glazed some from the fever, his mind was little groggy.

His eyes shifted at the sound of the door opening. He looked up to see Diar come in looking all smug, eyes shining with satisfaction. "Well, well. What have we here? Poor, defenceless Ursus."

"Fuck off Diar!" Ursus spat. His eyes watched the boy come around and stand at the foot of his bed.

Diar was very broad across the chest making his body look off balance with the rest of his long form. His heavy dark blue main was tied back from his day training. His prudish expressions never left his hard face, like his best friend Collis. Diar chuckled as he looked down at the boy on the bed with amusement. "Huh is that way to speak to me - a comrade, a fellow warrior."

Ursus laughed: how funny. "Warrior, huh! Don't make me laugh… you run the first chance you get. It's well known."

"Oh that hurts. I'm broken…wounded." Diar moved closer, standing beside the bed now. His dark eyes shifted to the large container of water beside the bed and an empty glass on a small table with a bottle of tablets with the lid off. He looked back at Ursus who was glaring back at him. Diar could feel his own blood warm as he breathed in that alluring aroma that came from the other teen's heat.

"Get the fuck out!" Ursus screamed. Through his fever he never took his sights of the other teen.

"Are you going make me? I don't think so. Not in your condition. Word travels fast here you know that? Now that Collis has gone back home I thought I would visit." Diar was finding this all amusing.

"What the hell do you really want?" Ursus glared through the haze as his eyelids drew heavy and his dry lips calling for more cold water to wash away the thirst, the heat.

"I thought I'd see if I could help you." He smirked.

"Help me in what way?" Ursus was becoming more unsettled every moment as the teen stood there looking at him.

"I could ease your pain better than any drug could." Diar purred

"Like hell you will!" Ursus went to push himself up only to have the other teen place a hand on his chest pushing him back. Ursus batted the hand away, his temper was on the rise but his strength was weakening under the strain of the heat.

"Ah but Ursus…" Diar pretended to be hurt but amusement shone instead from his eager eyes.

"How the hell did you get in here anyway?" Ursus asked as he pulled himself up leaning his head against the headboard. He was unsure of his strength or his emotions. He was filled with anxiety for Diar to leave or the doctor to return.

"Someone must have forgotten to lock the door." Diar smirked

Ursus' feverish face glowed with a sheen of sweat. He swallowed, licking his dry lips as his heart pounded with rising anger. "You asshole! You broke it! "

"That too!" The other boy was now being engulfed with the boy's fragrance. His rage was heightening his scent and becoming very alluring to the other teen's Saiyan-jin hormones.

"Get out Diar! Get out!" Ursus yelled. He saw the gleam of eagerness that sparked as Diar moved closer and leaned over him.

"Make me!" Diar purred.

TBC…

A/N: Sorry for the delay. It's the end of the year and everything is happening and family are arriving. No rest for the wicked. ^-^

I have done the next chapter. I just have to go over it before I send it of for editing. I find this story easy to write. Well I hope it was all right, I know it's slow but it should pick up pace soon. You'll probably hate Collis even more in the next chapter but I won't say anything … only that soon I'll be jumping to the party.

Thanks guys

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