Chapter 11
That sick fuck! Vegeta couldn't help but think those words over and over again. That sick fuck! How dare he kiss me! ME! I have a wife. I have children. I am not fucking gay!...then why did I let him kiss me?...and why did I kiss him back… damn fuck must have slipped me something when I wasn't looking. I bet he drugged me! Damn ass jockey! That sick fuck!
Vegeta gave out a loud roar and looked out the window. Cooler had told him he was heading for Earth and would be going 'the long way round'. Whatever that meant.
In a bee line it took a day to get from Earth to planet Vegeta. So the long way round, via the Orion's belt would be two days. But it would be longer if the route took me paste the blue nebula first. Damn he didn't say which route I was sent on. Or how long I would be out here. I will kill that mother fucker when I get me hands on him!
But Vegeta's thoughts of rage turned to thoughts of his sister. Frieza is free and after Soph. he might know who she is getting married to. Cooler said that he had a lot of pain planed for her, but then why hasn't he attacked before now? Does this wedding have anything to do with it? What did Cooler mean that Frieza was keener on her than he thought? I hope he was lying about Frieza giving her those bite marks. If he hurts her I will skin the bastard and flick salt at him before gutting him like the scaly Baka he is! Oh Soph…what will you do now? I can't protect you now, and with those Sapphires encrusted into you, you can't touch Frieza. You're helpless…
"YOU DID WHAT!" Sophia screamed at her father, who was seeking cover behind a marble pillar.
"I banished Vegeta. He deserved it."
"YOU WHAT!" The King gulped loudly as he looked across from him to the mirror at the other side of the hall. He used it to see where his daughter was as she had been throwing random stone statues at him for the last 20 minuets.
"He attacked…a royal guest and he even dared me to banish him. So I did the right thing and."
"YOU ARSEHOLE! It is very rare I swear but you sir, are an ARSEHOLE!"
"Now see here!" The King got brave and stepped into the open. Only for a large vase to collide with his head and send him to the floor.
"I didn't want this wedding." She stormed towards the cowering King, her chaos black hair starting to lift and twist in rebellion. Yet there was no wind. "I didn't want it and yet I have agreed to it." The King started to crawl backwards, his fear building as her eyes lost her natural pupils and seemed to seep like a flowing river of blue fire. The blue fiery mist flickered at each side of her eyes, but not near her nose, and her scowl didn't calm her father either. She raised one hand and held it like she was strangling someone. Then the King was lifted from the ground by some invisible force and felt like he was being throttled. But his daughter's hand was far from his neck. In fact, she herself was stood a few meters away. "I agree to this madness and then you repay me by banishing the one person that I would actually like to be at my wedding. My own brother! I hate you! I HATE YOU!"
"Princess Sophia!" Without releasing her mental hold on her choking father, she span her head round and stung the new visitors with her furious eyes.
"I am a little busy for interruptions. I am about to commit parricide and do not wish to murder you too!"
"Calm yourself Young one, please. I beg of you." The new arrival was the Ice-Jin King, King Kold. He ran to Sophia and stood between Sophia and her dying father. "Do not do this. Not to your father."
"He deserves to die for ruining my LIFE!" King Vegeta yelped as the hold on his throat seemed to intensify, dangerously.
"He may be wicked in your eyes young one. But think of your mother. Does she deserve to lose her husband?" as much as she just wanted to snap her father's neck, and beat Kold for even asking her to spare him, she couldn't bare the thought of her mother, weeping over her fathers cold corpse.
"Fine." She closed her eyes and lowered her hand casually. The Saiyan King, flopped to the floor and gasped continuously. Servants and onlookers ran to him at once and hurried him to the medical wing and to his own private fission. "But I will not marry this puny political prince that he has chosen for me. Not unless my brother is present."
O oh. That isn't what Kold wanted to hear.
"But my princess. He very much wanted to marry you…tomorrow."
"WHAT! NO WAY IN HFIL! He can BOLLOCKS!"
"Such fowl language from a beautiful princess. No Doubt you heard that from your brother."
"No, actually. I heard it from a man that I sliced in half with my own bare hands. You know? When I was forced to do YOUR SON'S BIDDINGS? Back when, Frieza was allowed to play tyrant over the universe with his own armed forces, fleets, battalions and war ships. The ones, YOU GAVE HIM!" Kold was taken back by how vicious Sophia was being to him. She hadn't acted like this before and was absolutely furious, it caught him off guard. "The same son that YOU want to let lose on the universe again. Simply to give him a second chance. The one that seems to like to have something to do with torturing me on some level!" Sophia threw her hands in the air and stormed around the room. Kold just smiled. He knew exactly what this was, this was the famous female Saiyan temper that could only be observed and not under any circumstances intervened. Or you might lose a limb or two. He would just watch her and let her rant. "You know what? I don't care anymore!" with jump, Sophia dropped to the floor, crossed her arms and legs, scowled, closed her eyes and left Kold very confused. Be he still didn't dare to speak. "I just don't care anymore. My life has hit the bottom of the deepest pit in the entire universe. In fact, I envy Frieza. I wish I was out there, trapped in a black hole with no one to talk to, no one to bother me and no one to force me into weddings, banish the ones I care about without my consent or just be a dickhead in general. I wish I was out there." She broke down into laughter and then became very quiet. "I would even like to be there with him if it meant I could get out of this…this living nightmare." She chuckled as a tear slipped down her cheek. "But I am with him in a way…in my nightmares he still haunts me. He did in life, and he still does in my dreams. No matter what I do. No matter how many years I have to go through HFIL and the blood shed of the ones around me, no matter how many years I dedicate to putting a stop to the tyranny that is Frieza…he always seems to have the last laugh. Always…"
"Come my dear. Let me help you up." After the first tear escaped her lids, Kold knew it was safe for him to comfort her. "Come now, dry your tears." She allowed him to take one of her hands and pull her to her feet. "All will be well. You'll see. Tomorrow you will be wed to a husband who will…protect you from others. He will take charge of your welfare and be a good mate for you. I know him you know."
"You do?" she finally opened her eyes and looked up to the soft pitying eyes of the Ice-Jin King.
"I do. I know him very well." He led her out of the hall and to her own room. "If you calm your tears young one, I will tell you of him." she nodded and wiped her eyes like a small infant would, after grazing their knees. She took her nightgown from her wardrobe and changed into it, in the bathroom. She returned and Kold was sat on the edge of the bed, like he was going to tell her some sort of bed time story.
"What is his name?" she crawled onto the bed and under the cover.
"Well, I am not permitted to tell you that, but I could tell you other things about him. Just not his race or nationality. Or anything like that."
"Oh…" she closed her eyes and thought of the questions she had thought of herself only the night before. "What is he like? Is he kind? Is he strong?"
"One at a time young one. Now. This lad happens to be the strongest lad I know."
"I bet Vegeta is stronger…I bet I'm stronger."
"I doubt that very much. You see, he is a very skilled fighter and has won many a battle."
"But what is he like?"
"How do you mean?" Kold leaned against the bed pillar and Sophia huffed in despair.
"Is he handsome? Is he gentle, is he kind? Is he proud or is he arrogant. What is he like?"
"Well. Many an exotic beauty has asked for his hand in marriage. He is thought to be quiet the dashing little devil. But actually mating him off in recent years has been difficult for his father."
"Oh? Why is that?" there would be no harm in telling the truth to her about that, he thought.
"Well. He has been away in space for many of his more recent years and the eligible women became slightly intimidated by him. He tends to do what I do, strike fear into the eyes of those around us, without the knowledge of doing so. It is natural and well, their fathers do not want such a strong man to wed their daughters. For they fear that their daughters will not be able to 'handle' him. But of course, your father had no fear of you not being able to handle yourself in any situation."
"I have another question, why isn't Cooler married?" how do I explain this one?
"My son is…well he is not like the other Princes. He isn't into marriage."
"Why not? He seems like the bad boy type."
"Oh he is. Don't get me wrong Princess. I have tried to get him mated off. But he has never taken to anyone I have paired him with."
"You never did have luck when it came to pairing your sons off." Sophia completely forgot herself and giggled loudly. "I remember the time when you tried to mate Frieza off to a Slethene princess (giggle) oh he was not amused!" she giggled loudly again but stopped when she realised that Kold had grown silent.
"You remember that do you?" Sophia grew deathly quiet. She had just told Kold that she remembered the time on the bridge, and he would surely remember what Frieza tricked her into doing…and not against her will. At the time anyway. "You say you hate my son, you say you always have." He leaned closer to suggest that he didn't want anyone else to hear, even thought they were the only ones in the room. "And yet you remember the event on the bridge…without a scowl. In fact, you laugh fondly at it. Is there…something you haven't told me?"
"Like what?" she looked to her covered knees to avoid the smug look on Kold's face.
"Like…if you had certain feelings for my youngest son?"
"OF COURSE NOT! I was too young to know who he was and didn't even know what he was up to until he put his tongue down my throat!" she protested and turned to one side, trying desperately to hide the deep shade of red on her cheeks.
"But…you kissed him back. I was there; I remember quite clearly what happened."
"Well, I don't." she said all too quickly and Kold just grinned madly.
"Do not lie to me princess. I know full well that you remember everything. Good night."
"Wait! I have more questions! I need more answers!"
"And you will have all of your questions answered tomorrow, when you ask him yourself. I bid you good night." Kold quickly left purposely and shut the door behind him.
"Darn…what do I do now?" Sophia sighed and returned to her bed. She had jumped out of it in an attempt to follow Kold, but stopped after he was long gone. She sank into the covers and wasn't looking forward to the freezing night she had ahead of her. "All I learnt was that my husband-to-be is powerful and supposedly handsome. But what of his attitude? What is his personality like? I guess I will just have to hope for the best…oh Vegeta. If you were here, you would comfort me right now. I wish you were here…"
Kold literally skipped into his son's room and sank into a large chair, a goofy grin plastered on his face. Frieza had been staring at the stars and thinking of her again. He only registered his father's arrival at the sound of his relieved sigh.
"And why do I have the honour of your visit? You better not be checking up on me damn it."
"She remembers."
"Who remembers what?" Frieza folded his arms and was fast losing interest in his father. He sat on the edge of the bed and leaned into one of the pillars, in a very lazy fashion.
"Sophia remembers…you."
"I should think she does, after trapping me in a black hole I wouldn't think she would forget me so easily."
"I mean she remembers you from before that."
"From when I was wished back?"
"No you fool, from the bridge, when it was your 12th birthday."
"But that was when…she remembers us? Together?"
"Yes and you should have seen the blush on her face when she let it slip. She mentioned that Cooler wasn't mated off and I said that I hadn't had much luck in getting him paired off. She said she remembered the time I tried to get you mated off to a Slethene princess and I caught her. Oh she blushed when I asked her if she had feelings for you that she hadn't told me about."
"And?"
"And what?"
"Does she have feelings for me that she hadn't told you about? Tell me damn it!" Frieza was sat on the very edge of the bed; he looked like he would fall off at any moment.
"Why My Boy!" Kold chuckled. "Is it you who has certain feelings about her that you haven't told me about?"
"Just answer the damn question!" Frieza rose to his feet and his father decided not to tease his already pissed off son.
"She said, well she didn't really say anything. I left before getting a proper answer."
"Damn you fool!"
"She will be asleep now anyway. She needs her rest for her, your big day tomorrow. I never asked you why you wished to marry her."
"Yes you did, I told you that it was so that I could pun."
"Punish her and make her bed for mercy. That is the censored bullshit that you told your brother, and possibly your mother. But I can see a lusty need when I see one. I remember your brother was that same about…"
"About who? He has never had a mate. Has he?"
"No. he hasn't."
"Now you're just lying. Spill it father. Who was she?"
"There wasn't a she."
"Don't be ridicules…oh man. It wasn't? It was!"
"Quiet damn it!"
"It was a he!" Frieza started to roar hysterically and fell to the floor.
"Quiet!"
"Oh Cooler, you gay bastard. And it's true (laughter)."
"I will tell you who it was if you promise to tell me the real reason that you want to wed Sophia. Deal?"
"Deal, this will be worth it." Frieza sat on the bed again and waited patiently for the most well kept family secret in the universe. "Well?"
"Vegeta."
There was an awkward silence for a moment. Kold had his eyes shut shamefully and Frieza had his mouth and eyes wide open, his breathing temporarily stopped. Then Frieza broke the silence with more roaring laughter.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA VEGETA?"
"What about Vegeta?" Cooler had picked the worst time in his life to walk into his brothers room. Kold gave Frieza a 'not a word' look and smiled at his son.
"We were wondering when he will arrive on Earth."
"At the end of the day I suppose, why?"
"Oh, no reason." Frieza sniggered and thought of a rather nasty comment. "We were actually wondering if he was gay."
"What?" Cooler became uneasy and wondered what exactly his father had been saying to Frieza recently.
"Well, when I first got Sophia and Vegeta, I assigned Sophia to my second in command and Vegeta I sent to be trained with the rest of the monkeys and troops. When he turned 15 however…he was transferred to your fleet. But in the time he was on my ship, I believe that he looked up the other males a lot. And I do think that anyone who would choose to wear spandex 24/7 must be gay. What do you think Cooler?"
"I wouldn't know." Cooler turned his back to his brother and death stared his father. "I didn't have any contact with him really. You just got angry at him and made him my business. So I put him with the rest of my troops and well. Only saw him again here."
"Is that so? Well, he seems gay to me. Don't you think so?"
"As I said, I wouldn't know."
"oh." What can I say to make him squirm now? But Kold had had enough.
"I think we should leave Frieza now Boy." He ushered Cooler out the door. "I mean, it is his wedding day tomorrow after all." Kold was glad to have separated his two sons and even gladder when Cooler went to his room, without asking if he had said anything. Kold just went to his room, thanked the Gods for his life and went straight to bed.
Cooler on the other hand didn't get any sleep. All he could do was think of his past love.
Flash back
He was 2 years older than Frieza and was 21 at the time. This year was one of the very few and rare times that all three parts of the Ice-Jin battle fleets came together in one place. Making that part of space the safest place in the universe. The 21 year old had agreed to meet with his father (by force) and his brother (because he owed him one). Apparently, Frieza had an unruly Elite in training that was a lot to handle, and Frieza, with his short temper, didn't have time to tame him. So Frieza was calling in a favour from his brother and now, Cooler was more like forced into an agreement to take the juvenile delinquent out of his hands. For the mean time and his training years.
So that was his business. He would pick up his new 'recruit' and then leave to go back to his own business.
"I hope he isn't too much trouble, I can't bear to have to put up with a punk kid." He chuckled to himself in his ready room. "I have my brother for that."
"You have me for what?" Cooler turned round and saw his brother in his favourite hover pod, drumming his fingers impatiently.
"To be a punk kid and an annoyance." Cooler smirked until he heard a deep but quiet snicker, coming from behind his brother.
"Damn Monkey filth! How dare you laugh at my expense!" Frieza flung his tail from the pod, behind him and in one swift flick, threw a small boy by his neck and into the middle on the room, on his ass. "Now that was funny. Don't you agree Cooler?"
"No actually. You throw like a heavily pregnant Slethene woman." The blue and ebony ball on the floor burst into chuckles and had to clamp his gloved hands over his mouth to stop himself. Cooler looked smugly. Not many found his quick and sarcastic humour funny. But he didn't really socialise that much to meet anyone with his sense of humour.
"Why you little BRAT! How dare you laugh at me, AGAIN!" Frieza jumped out of his pod and the 19 year old tyrant stormed over to the curled up ball of blue spandex, brown tail and mass of ebony hair. Frieza brought his foot back to boot the boy, but Cooler appeared in front of him and blocked him off.
"I do believe that this is the 'unruly trainee' that you are giving me, is it not?"
"Yes but."
"Then he is my property now?"
"Yes but!"
"Then, little brother, fuck off and do not touch my things. Got it? Or I will give you another wedgy and let him watch you scream like the little wuss you are."
"Damn you Cooler!"
"I love you too Frieza. Don't let the door hit you on the way out. Or do you need me to reach the handle for you? If you can even get in your hover pod without a ladder that is."
"DAMN YOU COOLER!"
"Great, not only do I have a white and pink lepracorn for a brother, I have a broken record player too." Frieza just scowled evilly and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him in his hover pod. As soon as the door slammed shut, the ball on the floor erupted into a laughing fit and clenched his bruised sides, tears streaming down his face. "You found that funny did you?"
"Yes sir. I certainly did. I have only dreamt of putting that bastard down like that. To see it happen in real life was just too much. I wouldn't object to a beating if it meant that I could see you do that again."
"A beating? He beats you?"
"Yeah. When I didn't 'behave like a modal soldier'. Ass."
"My My. One thing's for sure. Frieza was right. You are not like the other recruits he has on his ship. Or mine for that matter. Stand off the floor. Let me see what I have to 'tame' as my brother puts it." Cooler almost let his mouth open wide as the boy stood up, only to find out that he wasn't a boy. He was very much a man. He had large white boots with the traditional yellow rim around the top, the blue spandex suit (that clung to his every curve, muscle and other place rather nicely), just the chest armour and the proper regulation scouter eye piece. He also saw he was wearing large, bulky, white gloves as he brushed himself off. He then watched as the young man held his sides and winced slightly. "Are you injured?"
"Just a few bruises. It will heal."
"And to whom am I speaking to?" Cooler leaned against the wall, his white helmet and blue head jewel shining and reflecting from the burning fireplace. His red eyes staring into the young man's soul and making him become very quiet. He simply looked his new master up and down, sizing him up. Blue head jewel, white helmet, purple face, red eyes, red face markings, purple skin, traditional Ice-Jin tail, also purple, white armour on his chest, shoulders, shins, forearms, looks stronger and more agile than Frieza. And a hell of a lot taller. And he didn't have womanly lips either. Just normal purple ones that matched the rest of his skin. "Are you going to just stare at me or tell me your name?"
"Vegeta Ouji Sama. Prince of the Saiyans."
"No wonder you hate my brother. Working for him must have been a real swift kick in the balls right?"
"You have no idea. And he wonders why I don't 'behave' for him." Vegeta scowled and folded his arms.
"He is an imbecile."
"And stupid."
"And a moron."
"And a weakling."
"And dishonourable."
"And fowl tempered."
"And in need of a large capsule of whoop ass."
"I like that one, whoop, ass. Hmmm, I will have to remember that one." Cooler chuckled and saw that Vegeta was smiling too. "Well Vegeta. Welcome to my battle fleet." Cooler stalked over to the younger Prince and smiled down at the blushing Vegeta. He was staring at the floor as Cooler was stood right in front of him, only inches away from him. "I hope to be seeing a lot more of you. You are dismissed and tell the guard outside that he is to take you to my Top Elites level and give you a room there."
"Y, Yes sir."
"Good. Run along Vegeta. Until we meet again."
"Thank you sir." Vegeta ran outside the ready room, checked that Frieza wasn't there and did what he was told, relayed Cooler's orders and unpacked his things in his new room.
Cooler simply returned to his mater's room and flopped on the bed.
"Wow. That was some hunky piece of meat. I will have to try really hard not to touch that firm ass. I almost did back there. I wonder what his hair feels like. I wonder what it smells like. Oh Vegeta. If only it was aloud for a Prince to be gay. Then I would have dragged you to my bedroom and would be screwing you now. I look forward to seeing you again Vegeta. I really do."
End Flash back.
Cooler was sat in the exact same star shape position as he had in his flash back. He regularly looked back on that moment, and many others of Vegeta. He hated that he had to pretend like he didn't know Vegeta. It was his father's orders and he had to comply. Although he still looked at how that ass was still as firm as he remembered it. Cooler chuckled, remembering the next time he had seen Vegeta.
Flash Back.
Cooler hadn't seen the young Saiyan prince in months. Vegeta had gone straight into intensive training and was certainly leaving his mark. He had beaten up every training master and the Elites were too busy to train him properly as they were all away on missions and didn't have the time to spare.
Cooler was drumming his fingers on his mahogany desk in his waiting room. He was in already conquered space and it would be months until his soldiers returned from their missions. Then he could finally move on and clear more planets. Man he was bored. Then his door opened wide, slamming the side wall.
"Forgive my intrusion my liege, but that boy has beaten up every training instructor again and no one will face him. They refuse to in fear of their lives. And no one, onboard, is strong enough to make him leave the training hall."
"Firstly, you are lucky that I don't snap your neck for not knocking before you barged in here."
"Sorry sire."
"Secondly, tell Vegeta that he is to report to my ready room immediately."
"Yes sire." The little blue blob (that looks a Hell of a lot like Dodoria) wobbled out of the door way and ran for his life. Cooler growled and stormed over to the door.
"Has the nerve to come in her, unannounced, without manners or permission, for me to spare him and he leaves the damn door wide open. That's it. He is dust when I see him again."
"Tell me you are talking about Frieza." Cooler reopened the ajar door and saw a smirking Vegeta stood there, leaning against the doorframe.
"No. Come in, and I really should beat you for not only your 'misbehaviour', but your insinuating that I should hurt my brother."
"Are you going to my liege?" Vegeta stepped inside. He noticed the ready room a lot better now that his ass hadn't been thrown into it and his vision a blur. The floor was tiled with dark mahogany wood, which matched his extravagant desk and large bookcases. To the right was a large viewing window out into space and to the left was the desk, the cream wall and a large portrait of the royal family, Ice-Jin of course. Kold was in the centre, holding the Ice-jin Queen, (fridge he thought she was called) with a toddler Frieza trying to throttle a teen Cooler, who had one hand on Frieza's head and smirking down at him, holding him at arms length and stopping him from moving.
"I might. What are you smirking at?"
"That." he pointed to the portrait and Cooler joined in on the smirk.
"Ah, yes."
"I think you are my hero." Vegeta chuckled and leaned against the wall. The door automatically closed and locked, making Vegeta look slightly worried.
"Well, I am flattered. Oh, don't worry about the door. It does that automatically. My men seem to lose their manners and walk straight in here without knocking. That is why I was steaming when you arrived. So it is programmed to lock so I do not end up annihilating my own fleet."
"HA HA!" Vegeta chuckled and blushed when he saw Cooler smiling at him. "Ahem. May I ask why I am here? Or do you intend on giving me the silent treatment?"
"You are here, because you scare my men, and I am critically bored."
"Oh, right." He chuckled and shifted to lean on one shoulder, with his arms crossed.
"Please sit with me by the fire." Cooler pulled two mahogany chairs with velvet cushions and padding on them to face the large fireplace. He sat in one and left the other facing him. Vegeta just obeyed his new master and saw across from him. Mimicking his posture. He put his ankle on his other knee in a manly way and folded his arms. Cooler smirked and rested his arms on the arm rests. "So Vegeta. Tell me about yourself. How old are you?"
"15. You?"
"21."
"Wow…"
"Only 6 years older than you."
"I know. I wasn't being disrespectful. You just, look younger. I thought you were like, 18 or something."
"But I am older than my brother and he is 19."
"He is? He looks younger than me." Cooler chuckled and sank comfortably into the soft chair.
"I know, I swear he is a dwarf. But the medical records say he isn't."
"I bet he tampered with them."
"Possibly."
There was a pleasant silence where both men just smiled contently. But it didn't last. "I believe you have a sister do you not?"
"Yeah, Soph. I mean Princess Sophia."
"Where is she now do you know?"
"Yes I bloody well know!" Cooler wished he hadn't picked his sister as a topic; Vegeta's charming smile had twisted into that horrid scowl of his. "On her 13th birthday, that dickhole of a brother of yours sent her to an assassin training camp. I haven't heard from her since my last letter on her 13th, telling me about it. I haven't seen her since we were 9…"
"You are the same age?"
"Yeah…we're twins."
"Really? I can't imagine a female version of you."
"Well, my sister is very fair. Long black hair, deep blue eyes. Not black like mine, sapphires incrusted into her skin from a painful 'pet project' that Frieza thought would be fun. Damn bastard."
"I didn't know about that."
"Well, you do now…" Vegeta turned his saddened frown to the fire. The flames dancing in his large, coal black eyes.
"Vegeta…let us talk of something else."
"Like what?" he turned to face Cooler and saw him smiling.
"Like how enchanting you look next to that fire." Vegeta's eyes grew wide and almost popped out of his skull. No one had ever told him he was 'enchanting'. Especially not a man…
"Erm, well err, thanks."
"I mean it." the silence that followed was an awkward one. Well, awkward for Vegeta, Cooler didn't mind it. He just stared at Vegeta attentively. "Vegeta. Come to me." Vegeta gasped and clawed at the chair he was sat in.
"W why my lord?"
"Don't call me lord. Just Cooler. And come here. I am not going to hurt you." He chuckled, sitting quite relaxed in the chair.
"Y y yes my l, I mean Cooler. Sir." Vegeta slowly and shakily got up, starting towards his master. As he got to being stood right in front of him, Cooler slid his foot off his ankle and onto the floor. His legs were wide open and Vegeta froze. Cooler was laid normally; men had their legs open as they sat. But because Cooler had chosen to open his legs as Vegeta drew close to him, you can imagine that he started to worry.
"Vegeta? What's wrong?"
"What? Nothing!"
"Then stop wasting time and come here." Cooler smiled seductively and patted his lap.
What would Vegeta do? Disobeying a direct order from someone who was related to the white devil (Frieza) and would surely beat him if he didn't comply. But obeying would mean that he was sat, on his lap. He closed his eyes and took the less painful option. Vegeta stood next to Cooler's lap and waited. He might not have to sit on his lap just yet. "Vegeta, come sit with me."
"With you? Or…on you?"
"Well I can't see any room on this chair other than on my lap, do you?"
"N no my liege."
"Please call me Cooler."
"Yes cooler." Vegeta gulped, turned his back to Cooler and sat backwards. Cooler grabbed his waist and pulled him comfortable and properly onto his lap.
"There we go. Now what was so bad about that hmmm?"
"Nothing Cooler."
"Good, you're calling me Cooler. Very good." Cooler wrapped his arms around his Saiyan recruit, making him captive to his needs. "You know, we are both royalty. I am a prince, you are a prince. We are more equal than you would think Vegeta." He purred into the younger man's ear.
"That is right. Erm," he didn't quite know what to do. Let Cooler cuddle him and hope he leaves it at that, or push him away and get a beating when he might not even get touched. TOO LATE!
Cooler snaked his hands onto Vegeta's waist and lifted him into the air.
"Just getting comfortable V." Cooler shuffled around and smiled up and the very blush red, very worried Vegeta. "Ok. You can come back down now." Cooler smirked as his true intentions were fulfilled. He brought Vegeta back down onto him alright, straddling him ontop of his lap and pulling him against his body. "Isn't that better?"
"Well I err. I erm."
"Hush." Cooler ran his long purple fingers through Vegeta's hair. Loving how soft and silky it was to the touch. He closed his eyes and used his hold on Vegeta's head to pull him closer to him. Finally Cooler groaned as his lips sweetly melted into Vegeta's. Vegeta just wanted to scream. He was being kissed! By a MAN!
But it does feel…nice…
Vegeta finally closed his eyes and allowed Cooler to kiss him. Cooler was the shocked one when Vegeta placed his hands onto Cooler's shoulders, leaning into him and kissing him back. In fact, Vegeta was the one who opened his mouth wide and brushed his tongue hungrily, begging to enter his master's mouth. Cooler simply chuckled and gladly complied with the silent request. He slipped his hands from Vegeta's wild mane and rested them on his hips, pulling him against him.
For Vegeta this was all new. Sure, he had kissed and taken a few females for his young age, being good looking did that for you, but this was different. He was only lusting for release with the women. This time he wasn't lusting for release, he was lusting, for Cooler. He wanted Cooler now more than he realised. His tongue dancing like sparks of thunder, powered by wonderful passion and need for that feeling. That very feeling that made you feel wanted, needed. Cooler fought back with his own tongue, wonderfully happy that Vegeta wanted him too. What were the chances of both the princes being gay? That was it, Cooler made a decision. Frieza wasn't getting Vegeta back. He would keep him for himself, pay Frieza for him and keep him as his secret lover.
Vegeta moaned and took a tight hold of Cooler's neck, pulling him deeper into Vegeta's mouth. Cooler (being older and have more adult desires than Vegeta) began to grope at Vegeta's spandex suit. Vegeta realised what he was doing and pulled away. Both panting, eyes covered with a thin film of lust and still holding each other. "What is wrong V? You don't mind if I call you V, do you?"
"You can call me whatever the HFIL you like." Cooler chuckled and bit his bottom lip as Vegeta pulled his upper chest armour off. He threw it to the other side of the room and turned back to his liege. Vegeta launched at Cooler and engaged him in another heated, heavy kiss. Their tongues danced in the air, saliva dripping from both body parts and onto each other. Cooler pulled back and yanked at Vegeta's spandex clothing. Their faces wet, Cooler pushed Vegeta backwards and onto the floor. He quickly clambered onto his soon to be lover's panting form and began licking the saliva from his face. Vegeta groaned animalisticly and kicked his boots off.
"Will you let me please you V? I promise that you will like it."
"YES! Please…" Vegeta panted and groaned, his need for satisfaction apparent from his bulging groin. Cooler saw this and ran his fingers round it, careful not to touch Vegeta's arousal.
"Do you want me Vegeta?" Cooler purred into his ear, pulling at the unwanted clothing and barrier between Vegeta and Cooler.
"Damn yes…" Still kissing his beck, Cooler began to peel the spandex clothing away from the smaller man's chest and trailing kisses down the column of his neck. Just as he was about to tear the spandex off, a loud knock at the door interrupted them and caused both of them to panic.
"Master Cooler?" Cooler turned to Vegeta and nodded towards his clothing. Vegeta got the message and began pulling his clothing back into place.
"Coming." Cooler took a deep breath, checked that Vegeta was ready, and opened the door. "Yes?"
"Your father is on the phone."
"That's it? tell him I'm bloody well busy." Cooler tried to slam the door, but the henchman stopped him.
"Sire? He says it's urgent."
"Darn!" Cooler indicated for Vegeta to leave with the soldier and went to take the call. Soon…soon Vegeta. You will get what is coming to you, mark my words…
End flash back.
