Chapter 2: Rejection of the Cruelest Kind

It had been six years since the Prince of Saiyans had fallen in love with a third class warrior's son. Kakarott had grown into a rough-and-tumble, hard-to-handle teenager. His favorite pass time was flirting with both male and female Saiyans. He was well known as a warrior and, it was thought, that when he matured, he would be recruited for the army. He was also well known as a player. He often had at least one girlfriend, and once or twice, a boyfriend. Kakarott knew the ins and outs of every relationship.

Vegeta rarely had anything to do with sex or women. He hadn't fucked anything in two months. All he thought about was the boy whom he'd fallen for. At night, his mind was filled with images of sweaty bodies molded together in perfect harmony. When he first started having these dreams, he had wondered why he had awoken sore. Soon after, he realized it was because he was uke to Kakarott.

He was planning to see Kakarott on his sixteenth birthday, which was only two days away. He wanted to try to convince him to come live with him at the castle. He knew Kakarott would be in heat by then, and would be searching for a mate. His only worry was that Kakarott wouldn't understand the sudden obsession and mistake it for lust, which was common for Saiyans. Or he might reject him, like he did last time.

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The two days passed quickly for both Kakarott and Vegeta. For Kakarott, they passed so fast because, for his birthday, he had invited all three of his girlfriends, his one boyfriend, and all of their friends (which, surprisingly, were his best friends) to a party. One of his close friends had a band and they planned to play at said party. He had kicked his father and brother out of the house, so that he could use it for his ideas of sleeping with every one of his guests.

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When Vegeta landed in front of the house, he heard booming music and screams of pleasure. He sighed, wondering if it was the best idea to come today. He burst into the house, finding sweat slicked bodies everywhere. He scowled, looking around for that head of messy hair. He found it, watching the scene from a couch. Vegeta walked over to him and sat next to him. "Hello, Kakarott."

Kakarott jumped slightly, startled. He looked aver at Vegeta, his eyes widening by the second. "V-Vegeta! What the fuck are you doing here!"

"I came to see you. And, judging by all the people fucking and that smell you're giving off, you must be in heat."

Kakarott blushed. "Uh, yeah…Did you have to bring that up?"

Vegeta chuckled. "You were in heat when we first met, too. Why did you refuse to live at the castle with me?"

Kakarott turned away. "I didn't want to be your servant. Just because I'm a third class doesn't mean you can boss me around. I'm not the type of person that will be someone's servant just because they're the prince.

Vegeta's jaw dropped. "I never wanted you to be my servant! I wanted you to be my mate!"

The teen shook his head. "Yeah, right. If I were supposed to be your mate, then I should be feeling attracted to you right now. And I'm not. Sorry, try another excuse."

Vegeta's heart shattered. "Let me convince you." He leaned forward and kissed Kakarott deeply. His hand reached up to caress his face, his eyes closed in bliss. He was so sure Kakarott would change his mind and come live with him and hold him through the night and make love to him and –

Kakarott pushed him away. "What the hell are you doing! I don't want you! Get out of my house, get away from me! Go find someone else to mate!"

A tear fell down Vegeta's cheek. "Kakarott, please. Just make love to me once. You'll see. Please, don't reject me…"

Kakarott looked around to see his guests watching them. With the Prince of Saiyans practically on his knees before him, he could defiantly gain a higher rank among them. "Fine, but you must let me do it in front of all these people."

Vegeta's eyes widened, but he nodded. "Okay…"

Kakarott smirked, signaling to his friends to form a circle. He dragged Vegeta to the center and ordered him to undress. Vegeta complied, undressing 'til he was bare. Kakarott's smirk widened. He removed his pants and boxers, leaving his muscle shirt on.

He was aroused, yes, but not because of Vegeta. Instead, because of the smell of sex that lingered in the air. He looked down at the prince, who was staring up at him with eyes that could see straight into his soul. Vegeta knew. He knew that Kakarott was using him. But, still, he was accepting that detail. He still wanted to have the other Saiyan to fuck him.

For a moment, Kakarott wanted to hold him, tell him that it was alright. But his heart hardened again and he was on top of Vegeta, kissing and nipping at the skin of the other's chest, distracting him from what was going on between his legs.

Vegeta gasped as Kakarott prepared him, using his fingers to stretch the taunt muscles of his entrance. The fingers were removed and Kakarott positioned himself. He thrust forward, erecting screams of pain from the body below him.

The crowd laughed around them. Kakarott yelled at them to 'shut the fuck up!' He didn't want them interrupting his pleasure in breaking the Saiyan prince.

He pulled out of the whimpering body, paused a moment, and thrust back in with such force that Vegeta's back received carpet burns from rubbing along the ground.

The thrusts grew faster and harder, the pleasure building in both bodies. Sweat covered the two forms and they moved together as if destined to be with the other.

Kakarott grabbed Vegeta erection, stroking in time with his thrusts. Vegeta's hips bucked, and his scream signaled his orgasm. Cum splattered over Kakarott's abs, as well as his own.

After a few more thrusts, Kakarott bellowed his release. He had the urge to bite into Vegeta's neck. Instead, his sunk his teeth into his own arm, drawing blood.

Vegeta's pants matched his own in perfect rhythm. Kakarott held himself up on shaking arm above Vegeta, staring down into the eyes of the prince. Words formed in his head, but he dare not say them.

Tears formed in his eyes. He didn't want to let Vegeta go again, not after this. But he had to. He didn't deserve the prince.

"Vegeta…" He panted. "Get away from here. Go back to the castle and stay away from me. Don't come near me again."

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Okay, so thanks for reading and those of you who reviewed, thanks for that.

Okay, if you need to see all the titles for the vote again here they are along with the number of votes received for each suggestion:

'Heat of the moment' - 1

'Heated Obsession' - 2

'Searing Flesh, Frozen Eyes' - 2

'Sweltering Without You' - 1

'Denied Love'

'Forbidden Love'

'Lost Love'

'Heat'

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x The Chichi Slaughter House x – Just so you know, WHO THE HELL GIVES A FUCK ABOUT THE COLORS THEY WEAR? Sorry…I just don't like to give too much detail because that's my weak area oh and their clothing is basically like that on earth right about now…gothic basically for Kakarott (in the second chapter, that is) and for Vegeta, polo shirts and jeans and the like: casual with a formal touch, you know? Please don't hug me anymore. I really, REALLY hate hugs. I get claustrophobic

New York-Chan – yes, I know he's sad but that's part of the story I always read these stories where Vegeta rejects Kakarott, so I thought I'd switch it up a bit. Oh and maybe you didn't read the last sentence of the prologue. It says that he can't have any other mate but Kakarott so that should answer your question also I very much disagree with blind dates, plus with King Vegeta setting them up…eww!

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---Nightcall