Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ! Stop asking me!
A/N: I hope all of you like it, took me a bit to write but I think I it's worth it.
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Where we last left off...
"Kay," the brawny warrior walked happily, a large grin adorning his features.
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Chapter Two: Sire
"Oh and Kakarrot?" Vegeta called before the younger turned into the castle.
"Yes, King Vegeta-sama?" he turned.
"Don't call me that."
"Okay, Geta-sama." The younger didn't see the light tremble of the King's form at the alternation of his name spoken in that angelic-like voice...
"So mom won't be coming back?" Lucas asked, turning the page of the most interesting book he had read that had to deal with the Saiyan mating habit.
"Nope." Goku sighed, hanging upside down from the ceiling fan and looking at the book Luke was reading. The miniature Saiyan shrugged, turning the page as he looked at the elaborate pictures, "hey, what's that?"
"A book father had me read," Lucas shrugged again, looking up at the tall Saiyan finally, "Oie, what ya doin'?" he giggled when Goku looked at him confused.
"Hanging from the fan, what's it look like I'm doing?"
"You can't do that!" Lucas exclaimed, pouting up at him and crossing his arms over his chest like his father.
"Why not?"
"Cause father will be angry at you..." Lucas trailed off, losing the pout and looking to him pointedly.
"So...it's fun," Goku chuckled, beginning to swing himself slightly, flipping off the fan and landing on the floor next to the scowling prince's desk, "sometimes I think you need to lighten up a bit," the brawny warrior laughed, ruffling his hair.
"If I lightened up any more I'd be like you," Lucas smirked, closing the book with a sigh, "I wonder who my mate will be..." at the comment Goku blushed crimson and went to go sit on the window seal. "Hey Goku, why don't you have a mate, yet?" Lucas stood, sitting on the ledge across from the older Saiyan.
"Haven't found the right person and I'm still young...speaking of which aren't you like ten...it's a little early to be thinking about a mate..."
"But I'm sure a lot of people have approached you, you are pretty, Goku. I'm surprised no one's attempted to claim you..." Luke trailed off at the clouded look in Goku's eyes as he stared out the window.
"A lot of people have, mostly upper class warriors but I wouldn't let them and I won't. The only person I'm worried about I can't have..." Goku sighed, staring out into the darkening sky, a light blush coloring his cheeks, "what am I talking to you about this for?" he exclaimed, tackling the younger Saiyan out the window with a playful battle cry. Lucas gasped, not expecting that and for a moment felt a twinge of fear as they plummeted to the ground before he smirked up at the taller Saiyan and quickly switched their positions. The older of the two would have hit the ground had he not decided to levitate upward at full speed, laughing along with Lucas in his merriment...
Goku pulled up his pants and bucked the buckle, today was Luke's fifteenth birthday and he was to escort the young prince to his birthday bash. He scowled at the mirror. No matter how much time he spent in the sun or how long he trained he still looked pretty much equivalent to what he looked like about eight years ago. He took notice of the way the pants clung to his muscular legs slightly, though they were anything but tight and the way the fabric sort of hung on his butt, which, in his opinion, couldn't get any rounder. Observing his body always made him think of his perfect king and how imperfect he was when he was compared to him. Like the fact that he seemed way too tall and brawny, he wasn't anything like his king. The beautiful royal was elegant and somewhat feminine in his shape, beautiful dark eyes that he loved to decipher and could get lost in, long spiked hair that reminded him of a flame, the flame only so taunting it could have only been lit by Kami himself.
"Kakarrot?" a voice broke him from his reverie and he jumped, "I didn't know you liked your appearance that much." Again, that edible smirk curved the King's lips and Kakarrot blushed, turning away.
"Geta, leave me alone," Goku, whined, blushing horribly and quickly grabbing a red, silk shirt, slipping it over his head. He didn't hear the slight gasp Vegeta let out at the sight of his perfect abs and chiseled chest or the whimper that developed as a result of him covering it up. This was getting quite ridiculous. He'd been lusting after the baka for nearly nine years! He was the Saiya-jinn no Oujo, damn it! And he couldn't even tell Kakarrot how he felt! "Is it time to go already?" The sweet voice broke him out of his frustrated thoughts and he shook his head lightly, pushing down the childish urge to blush at being caught staring at the younger Saiyan's body.
"Yes, I thought I'd come collect you," he cleared his throat. Goku smiled at him, pulling on some black shoes for the night. Vegeta had to admit, though the younger would probably look better naked, the clothing he wore caressed his pale skin and made him glow beautifully, the black pants outlining powerful muscles. The King licked his lips, "shall we?" he offered his arm to the man, waiting for him to take it. Goku looked bemused for a moment before taking his arm politely. There was something about this jester that he couldn't remember, something about Saiyan customs. He shrugged, oh well, he'd think about it later.
The two entered the throne room. Silence broke out over the crowds of Saiyans gathered and everyone turned to the isle in which the king and Goku would soon walk down. When the commotion in the room stopped completely a light thump of the drums followed their steps and the taller of the two felt like he was being displayed. He had never walked with the King before, had always been a step behind the royal as was costume but something about this walk...it made him extremely nervous. He looked around the room through lidded eyes in a hidden search for his father and charge. The smaller Saiyan currently possessed a big grin on his face, waiting at the throne for Goku and his father. Bardock stood at the prince's side, an eyebrow raised to Goku in question. The enter room seemed to watch only Goku, their king thrown aside for latter observation.
To say that the young man was gorgeous would have been a tragic under statement and the room watched in awe as the brawny warrior walked, arm rung around the King's to the throne. Goku let go of Vegeta's arm, aware of how tight the King had been holding him and moved to his favorite spot which lay right next to Lucas' legs on the slight steps, the king's high chair right next to Lucas', resulting in his being between both royals' legs.
"You didn't wait for me," Goku pouted, looking up at the prince as Vegeta sat down, nodding to the crowd to continue on.
"Dad told me..." The King cleared his throat and Lucas sighed, looking perturbed toward his father. Goku sighed as well and stood to find his mother and brother among the Saiyans. "Father, exactly how long do you plan on keeping Goku in the dark?"
"That Saiyan's always in the dark," Vegeta chuckled, keeping an eye on the warrior as he walked around searchingly...
"Mother!" Goku exclaimed, spotting the woman across the room. The tall woman turned, looking for her caller. "Mother!" Goku repeating, running to her, making a little scene in which people turned to him as he zoomed by. He enveloped the woman in a hug from behind, swinging her around. He put her down a second later reminding himself of what happened before.
"What the...Goku!" she shouted, looking up at her son and wrapping her arms around his head, holding him to her chest. "Oh my little Goku, how I missed you!" she held the chuckling Saiyan at arms length to look him over, "and look at what they've done to you! You look so good! Have you gotten taller? Are you hungry?"
"Only a little taller, mom, and I guess I'm a bit hun..." before he could finish the word, his mother was pushing through the slight crowd that had gathered heading toward the tables upon tables of stacked appetizers, the main course being prepared. Just as his mother began stuffing foods in his mouth, his brother approached them. He swallowed it all in one, big gulp. "Hey, Radditz!"
"Baby bro!" the older exclaimed, wrapping an arm around the younger Saiyan's neck and grinding his fist into his head. Goku chuckled delightedly, tugging on his older brother's long mane of hair. Radditz yelped, tripping the Saiyan, the younger fell to the floor, pulling Radditz with him and then kicking him into the air with both feet. Radditz twirled in the air, sending a small ki blast Goku's way. The younger of the two tossed it back with a little more energy added to it and Radditz did the same until the ki blast was so big it took a while to reach the other brother.
"Boys!" his father bellowed from the other side of the room where the king and his son sat chatting about nothing in particular. The two Saiyan's look to their father, caught in the act and the large ball of ki disappeared. The brother in the air floated down and Goku stood from the floor, both looked dejected as their father flew toward them.
"Hello, father," they said in unison, looking down. Bardock's eyebrow twitched as he landed in front of the two, not aware of his wife's eyes on him. He punched both in the head swiftly, satisfied when they fell.
"Bardock," his wife gasped and he opened an eye to look to her, a large sweat drop forming on his head as he chuckled, waving his hands in front of him to defend himself.
"But they, they..." he backed away and his wife effectively floored him.
"What the hell do you think you are doing? Putting your hands on my children! I think not!" she shouted at him, stumping the warrior into the floor. Goku and Radditz, after they regained their composer, seized their mother, pulling the fuming woman off of their father.
"Are you ok? Did he hurt you? Let me see. How are your stomachs? Are you hungry?" The woman quickly snapped out of her anger, appearing in all angles of the two Saiyans, inspecting them and going into concerned mother mode. Both brothers chuckled, placing hands behind their heads in familiar gestures.
"Pa-kun, what are you doing?" asked Lucas, appearing out of nowhere, standing before Goku.
"Oh! Mom, Radditz, this is Lucas, um, I mean Ouji Vegeta Lucas...yeah," Goku chuckled, looking to his mother and brother.
"Wow, he's so cute, look at his hair, look at his form, awe," both his mother and brother appeared on different sides of the prince looking him over.
"Definitely family," came a drawling voice from behind Goku and the young Saiyan turned to be face to face with the King. His father and brother, along with the rest of the room, dropped to one knee, bowing their heads to the King. He smirked to them.
"So you're the one that so blatantly displays my son as his!" she exclaimed. "I am Tonya, Goku's mother, has he consented to you?" For some odd reason the woman made him feel extremely small, the way she towered over him and spoke with a superior tongue.
"Mother, what are you talking about?" Goku questioned, looking between his mother and King.
"Goku, when a Saiyan takes the arm of another..." his mother began.
"Silence," the King bellowed out, shocking the timid Saiyan and making Tonya jump, "we're leaving, Kakarrot, Lucas, come. Bid goodbye to your family, Kakarrot," the King turned and left to room, cape flowing behind him. Goku hid his hurt look well as he watched his King and Prince leave; he then turned to his family with a large grin on his face.
"Mom, Radditz, Father, I'll see you guys soon," Goku smiled regretfully.
"You better visit," his brother chuckled, a look of understanding crossing his features.
"My baby!" Tonya exclaimed, holding him in a tight hug, "don't you do anything before speaking with me!" Goku couldn't help but smile lovingly at his mother when she pulled away.
"Son," his father nodded since he would see him soon anyway.
"Father," he nodded as well and followed after Lucas and Vegeta...
Goku pouted at the wall, stuck in class with Luke for the rest of the day because the King had forbid him to go anywhere. He couldn't even train with his father!
"And so the square route of 225 is 15..." the teacher droned on and on. The brawny warrior looked longingly out the window; ignoring the glares Luke kept sending him at the sighs he constantly made which interrupted his train of thought. It was only one day after the prince's birthday party thing and he was already back in to classes with that stupid teacher. The half moon shone in the sky slightly, being a little before sun set. The sight of the half sphere made him anxious and he snuck towards the window, aware that Lucas was too absorbed in his studies to notice and the teacher was having too much teaching to do much. As silently as he could he leapt out the window, flying at full speed away from the castle tower and about to fly away from the castle grounds in general when someone tackled him to the ground. He hit the dirt with a great "Oaf!"
"What'd ya do that for?" Goku complained, holding his head with one hand as he stood, eyes closed tightly at the throb in his head.
"I thought I told you to stay with my son?" Vegeta drawled, standing and trying his best to remain dignified as he brushed the dirt from his black spandex.
"Oh, hiya Geta," the younger Saiyan turned on the, dreaded, face. His large puppy dog eyes and slight pout hit the King with full force. Sighing, the King put up a hand in a sort of dismissive manner.
"You're not in trouble, Kakarrot." At the words the warrior's face broke out into that familiar idiotic grin. He stepped to the King, eyes lidded slightly, so close that his breath tickled the King's nose.
"Lucas told me what that meant, Oujo..." at his title on the Saiyans lips the King pushed down a shiver and trained his eyes to those of Kakarrot's in an intense stare.
"And, Kakarrot?" he questioned softly, stepping to him a bit more, their chest touching.
"I needed some time to think and the teacher wasn't doin much for me," the Saiyan chuckled softly, still looking into Vegeta's endless black orbs, transfixed.
"You know you hardly think to begin with, Kakarrot," Vegeta smirked up at him, "What is your answer now that you know?" his voice had taken a serious note and Goku broke the stare that had been fixed so intently upon his eyes, turning his head away for a moment but not backing away. A light blush broke out over his features when he looked back into Vegeta's cool, questioning gaze, the Oujo's brow furrowed at the delayed answer.
"My answer, Oujo," he whispered, leaning down until his eyes aligned with Vegeta's, their noses touching, "is..." he leaned forward, lips almost brushing the King's, eyes closing softly...a loud crash was heard and the two snapped apart, looking to the Tower Lucas had been in. 'Luke,' was Goku's only thought as he raced toward the Tower and away from Vegeta, who stood, trying to contain the tremble he felt through his body at the contraction of Goku's touch.
"Where is he?" Luke exclaimed, throwing another vase, followed by his desk at his teacher. "You're hiding him!" book cases "I'll kill you!"
"Vegeta Alexander Lucas!" Goku exclaimed, standing at the window, looking to his protégée in shock.
"There you are," the young prince sighed, his slightly deeper voice that of relief, "where'd you run off to?" he didn't bother giving an excuse to why he was so worried about Kakarrot's whereabouts.
"I...um..." a bright blush covered the brawny warrior's features as he climbed in the room, looking down the entire while.
"You can't lie you know," the teen sighed, forgetting completely about the cowering teacher in the corner.
"I...ran into your father," at his own words, his face became even brighter, the lovely red reaching all the way up to his eyes as he looked down.
"Goku...you..." the young Saiyan's mouth was agape as he spoke through it's openness, "the person you want...the person you want but can't have...it's...my father!" he exclaimed and Goku thought he would die if all his blood continued to go to his face the way it was. His eyes were now burning a hole in the carpet at the prince's exclamation.
"It's not that big of a deal..." Goku whispered, resisting the urge to go find a hole to bury him in. And to top it all off, he had almost kissed the King. THE KING! If he wasn't executed, he'd surly die of the humiliation.
"Not that big of a deal?" his charge shouted, looking up at him in shock.
"Look," he groaned, turning toward the window he had flew in from, "just leave it." He felt like he could cry. Kami knew he wanted to. He jumped from the window with Luke calling after him, fully intent on his rooms. When he arrived, to his horror and mortification, the King awaited him. His face was no longer bright red though it held a light splatter across his cheeks from flying so fast.
"Kakarrot," the King nodded to him.
"Oujo." Again the King prevented a shiver from coursing through him at the use of the title upon soft pink lips, lips he had almost kissed. Goku glided past him, eyes to the floor as he moved toward his bed, "Sire, not to be dishonorable, but I must retire, I've had a long day..." Vegeta raised an eyebrow, the Saiyan just kept surprising him, and he thought that he was just a good looker.
"I want to discuss what happened in the field...it was..."
"A mistake," Goku interrupted, pulling off his boots. Vegeta flinched and clenched his jaw, so the warrior wanted to be stubborn? "I don't know what came over me. Lucas didn't tell me anything. I was acting on something I remembered from that mating book of his. I must have misinterpreted something." The Saiyan's eyes where so dull and listless when he looked up at Vegeta the Oujo drew back slightly. Almost in an automatic manner, Goku pulled his gi shirt over his head, followed by the blue shirt under it, revealing tauntingly beautiful abs and a slim waist. The Saiyan stood, still not looking to Vegeta, turning around, grasping the sash that held his pants in place and beginning to untie it. Vegeta stepped to him, outstretching an arm to take hold of his arm and force him to look at him. "I must retire," he repeated, tilting his head in Vegeta's general direction. Vegeta scowled darkly at the man.
"You did not misinterpret, Kakarrot," he said firmly, taking hold of the taller Saiyan's arm and swinging him around to face him, "and you still have not given me your answer," with that, the King took hold of Goku's hair, crushing his mouth to his in a brutal kiss. Goku moaned when the king's tongue pushed past his lips and began probing and exploring his mouth, melting into the touch. Hesitantly, he took hold of the back of the King's neck, tilting his head up slightly, his own tongue sharing in the battle of tongues and teeth. The royal tried to push back a moan at the Saiyan's gliding tongue along his own but failed miserably when the Saiyan stepped closer, rubbing his bare chest against the King's own clothed, rock hard torso. A knock to the door interrupted them.
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I hope you liked it, thank you to my few but valued reviewers!
A/N: I hope all of you like it, took me a bit to write but I think I it's worth it.
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Where we last left off...
"Kay," the brawny warrior walked happily, a large grin adorning his features.
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Chapter Two: Sire
"Oh and Kakarrot?" Vegeta called before the younger turned into the castle.
"Yes, King Vegeta-sama?" he turned.
"Don't call me that."
"Okay, Geta-sama." The younger didn't see the light tremble of the King's form at the alternation of his name spoken in that angelic-like voice...
"So mom won't be coming back?" Lucas asked, turning the page of the most interesting book he had read that had to deal with the Saiyan mating habit.
"Nope." Goku sighed, hanging upside down from the ceiling fan and looking at the book Luke was reading. The miniature Saiyan shrugged, turning the page as he looked at the elaborate pictures, "hey, what's that?"
"A book father had me read," Lucas shrugged again, looking up at the tall Saiyan finally, "Oie, what ya doin'?" he giggled when Goku looked at him confused.
"Hanging from the fan, what's it look like I'm doing?"
"You can't do that!" Lucas exclaimed, pouting up at him and crossing his arms over his chest like his father.
"Why not?"
"Cause father will be angry at you..." Lucas trailed off, losing the pout and looking to him pointedly.
"So...it's fun," Goku chuckled, beginning to swing himself slightly, flipping off the fan and landing on the floor next to the scowling prince's desk, "sometimes I think you need to lighten up a bit," the brawny warrior laughed, ruffling his hair.
"If I lightened up any more I'd be like you," Lucas smirked, closing the book with a sigh, "I wonder who my mate will be..." at the comment Goku blushed crimson and went to go sit on the window seal. "Hey Goku, why don't you have a mate, yet?" Lucas stood, sitting on the ledge across from the older Saiyan.
"Haven't found the right person and I'm still young...speaking of which aren't you like ten...it's a little early to be thinking about a mate..."
"But I'm sure a lot of people have approached you, you are pretty, Goku. I'm surprised no one's attempted to claim you..." Luke trailed off at the clouded look in Goku's eyes as he stared out the window.
"A lot of people have, mostly upper class warriors but I wouldn't let them and I won't. The only person I'm worried about I can't have..." Goku sighed, staring out into the darkening sky, a light blush coloring his cheeks, "what am I talking to you about this for?" he exclaimed, tackling the younger Saiyan out the window with a playful battle cry. Lucas gasped, not expecting that and for a moment felt a twinge of fear as they plummeted to the ground before he smirked up at the taller Saiyan and quickly switched their positions. The older of the two would have hit the ground had he not decided to levitate upward at full speed, laughing along with Lucas in his merriment...
Goku pulled up his pants and bucked the buckle, today was Luke's fifteenth birthday and he was to escort the young prince to his birthday bash. He scowled at the mirror. No matter how much time he spent in the sun or how long he trained he still looked pretty much equivalent to what he looked like about eight years ago. He took notice of the way the pants clung to his muscular legs slightly, though they were anything but tight and the way the fabric sort of hung on his butt, which, in his opinion, couldn't get any rounder. Observing his body always made him think of his perfect king and how imperfect he was when he was compared to him. Like the fact that he seemed way too tall and brawny, he wasn't anything like his king. The beautiful royal was elegant and somewhat feminine in his shape, beautiful dark eyes that he loved to decipher and could get lost in, long spiked hair that reminded him of a flame, the flame only so taunting it could have only been lit by Kami himself.
"Kakarrot?" a voice broke him from his reverie and he jumped, "I didn't know you liked your appearance that much." Again, that edible smirk curved the King's lips and Kakarrot blushed, turning away.
"Geta, leave me alone," Goku, whined, blushing horribly and quickly grabbing a red, silk shirt, slipping it over his head. He didn't hear the slight gasp Vegeta let out at the sight of his perfect abs and chiseled chest or the whimper that developed as a result of him covering it up. This was getting quite ridiculous. He'd been lusting after the baka for nearly nine years! He was the Saiya-jinn no Oujo, damn it! And he couldn't even tell Kakarrot how he felt! "Is it time to go already?" The sweet voice broke him out of his frustrated thoughts and he shook his head lightly, pushing down the childish urge to blush at being caught staring at the younger Saiyan's body.
"Yes, I thought I'd come collect you," he cleared his throat. Goku smiled at him, pulling on some black shoes for the night. Vegeta had to admit, though the younger would probably look better naked, the clothing he wore caressed his pale skin and made him glow beautifully, the black pants outlining powerful muscles. The King licked his lips, "shall we?" he offered his arm to the man, waiting for him to take it. Goku looked bemused for a moment before taking his arm politely. There was something about this jester that he couldn't remember, something about Saiyan customs. He shrugged, oh well, he'd think about it later.
The two entered the throne room. Silence broke out over the crowds of Saiyans gathered and everyone turned to the isle in which the king and Goku would soon walk down. When the commotion in the room stopped completely a light thump of the drums followed their steps and the taller of the two felt like he was being displayed. He had never walked with the King before, had always been a step behind the royal as was costume but something about this walk...it made him extremely nervous. He looked around the room through lidded eyes in a hidden search for his father and charge. The smaller Saiyan currently possessed a big grin on his face, waiting at the throne for Goku and his father. Bardock stood at the prince's side, an eyebrow raised to Goku in question. The enter room seemed to watch only Goku, their king thrown aside for latter observation.
To say that the young man was gorgeous would have been a tragic under statement and the room watched in awe as the brawny warrior walked, arm rung around the King's to the throne. Goku let go of Vegeta's arm, aware of how tight the King had been holding him and moved to his favorite spot which lay right next to Lucas' legs on the slight steps, the king's high chair right next to Lucas', resulting in his being between both royals' legs.
"You didn't wait for me," Goku pouted, looking up at the prince as Vegeta sat down, nodding to the crowd to continue on.
"Dad told me..." The King cleared his throat and Lucas sighed, looking perturbed toward his father. Goku sighed as well and stood to find his mother and brother among the Saiyans. "Father, exactly how long do you plan on keeping Goku in the dark?"
"That Saiyan's always in the dark," Vegeta chuckled, keeping an eye on the warrior as he walked around searchingly...
"Mother!" Goku exclaimed, spotting the woman across the room. The tall woman turned, looking for her caller. "Mother!" Goku repeating, running to her, making a little scene in which people turned to him as he zoomed by. He enveloped the woman in a hug from behind, swinging her around. He put her down a second later reminding himself of what happened before.
"What the...Goku!" she shouted, looking up at her son and wrapping her arms around his head, holding him to her chest. "Oh my little Goku, how I missed you!" she held the chuckling Saiyan at arms length to look him over, "and look at what they've done to you! You look so good! Have you gotten taller? Are you hungry?"
"Only a little taller, mom, and I guess I'm a bit hun..." before he could finish the word, his mother was pushing through the slight crowd that had gathered heading toward the tables upon tables of stacked appetizers, the main course being prepared. Just as his mother began stuffing foods in his mouth, his brother approached them. He swallowed it all in one, big gulp. "Hey, Radditz!"
"Baby bro!" the older exclaimed, wrapping an arm around the younger Saiyan's neck and grinding his fist into his head. Goku chuckled delightedly, tugging on his older brother's long mane of hair. Radditz yelped, tripping the Saiyan, the younger fell to the floor, pulling Radditz with him and then kicking him into the air with both feet. Radditz twirled in the air, sending a small ki blast Goku's way. The younger of the two tossed it back with a little more energy added to it and Radditz did the same until the ki blast was so big it took a while to reach the other brother.
"Boys!" his father bellowed from the other side of the room where the king and his son sat chatting about nothing in particular. The two Saiyan's look to their father, caught in the act and the large ball of ki disappeared. The brother in the air floated down and Goku stood from the floor, both looked dejected as their father flew toward them.
"Hello, father," they said in unison, looking down. Bardock's eyebrow twitched as he landed in front of the two, not aware of his wife's eyes on him. He punched both in the head swiftly, satisfied when they fell.
"Bardock," his wife gasped and he opened an eye to look to her, a large sweat drop forming on his head as he chuckled, waving his hands in front of him to defend himself.
"But they, they..." he backed away and his wife effectively floored him.
"What the hell do you think you are doing? Putting your hands on my children! I think not!" she shouted at him, stumping the warrior into the floor. Goku and Radditz, after they regained their composer, seized their mother, pulling the fuming woman off of their father.
"Are you ok? Did he hurt you? Let me see. How are your stomachs? Are you hungry?" The woman quickly snapped out of her anger, appearing in all angles of the two Saiyans, inspecting them and going into concerned mother mode. Both brothers chuckled, placing hands behind their heads in familiar gestures.
"Pa-kun, what are you doing?" asked Lucas, appearing out of nowhere, standing before Goku.
"Oh! Mom, Radditz, this is Lucas, um, I mean Ouji Vegeta Lucas...yeah," Goku chuckled, looking to his mother and brother.
"Wow, he's so cute, look at his hair, look at his form, awe," both his mother and brother appeared on different sides of the prince looking him over.
"Definitely family," came a drawling voice from behind Goku and the young Saiyan turned to be face to face with the King. His father and brother, along with the rest of the room, dropped to one knee, bowing their heads to the King. He smirked to them.
"So you're the one that so blatantly displays my son as his!" she exclaimed. "I am Tonya, Goku's mother, has he consented to you?" For some odd reason the woman made him feel extremely small, the way she towered over him and spoke with a superior tongue.
"Mother, what are you talking about?" Goku questioned, looking between his mother and King.
"Goku, when a Saiyan takes the arm of another..." his mother began.
"Silence," the King bellowed out, shocking the timid Saiyan and making Tonya jump, "we're leaving, Kakarrot, Lucas, come. Bid goodbye to your family, Kakarrot," the King turned and left to room, cape flowing behind him. Goku hid his hurt look well as he watched his King and Prince leave; he then turned to his family with a large grin on his face.
"Mom, Radditz, Father, I'll see you guys soon," Goku smiled regretfully.
"You better visit," his brother chuckled, a look of understanding crossing his features.
"My baby!" Tonya exclaimed, holding him in a tight hug, "don't you do anything before speaking with me!" Goku couldn't help but smile lovingly at his mother when she pulled away.
"Son," his father nodded since he would see him soon anyway.
"Father," he nodded as well and followed after Lucas and Vegeta...
Goku pouted at the wall, stuck in class with Luke for the rest of the day because the King had forbid him to go anywhere. He couldn't even train with his father!
"And so the square route of 225 is 15..." the teacher droned on and on. The brawny warrior looked longingly out the window; ignoring the glares Luke kept sending him at the sighs he constantly made which interrupted his train of thought. It was only one day after the prince's birthday party thing and he was already back in to classes with that stupid teacher. The half moon shone in the sky slightly, being a little before sun set. The sight of the half sphere made him anxious and he snuck towards the window, aware that Lucas was too absorbed in his studies to notice and the teacher was having too much teaching to do much. As silently as he could he leapt out the window, flying at full speed away from the castle tower and about to fly away from the castle grounds in general when someone tackled him to the ground. He hit the dirt with a great "Oaf!"
"What'd ya do that for?" Goku complained, holding his head with one hand as he stood, eyes closed tightly at the throb in his head.
"I thought I told you to stay with my son?" Vegeta drawled, standing and trying his best to remain dignified as he brushed the dirt from his black spandex.
"Oh, hiya Geta," the younger Saiyan turned on the, dreaded, face. His large puppy dog eyes and slight pout hit the King with full force. Sighing, the King put up a hand in a sort of dismissive manner.
"You're not in trouble, Kakarrot." At the words the warrior's face broke out into that familiar idiotic grin. He stepped to the King, eyes lidded slightly, so close that his breath tickled the King's nose.
"Lucas told me what that meant, Oujo..." at his title on the Saiyans lips the King pushed down a shiver and trained his eyes to those of Kakarrot's in an intense stare.
"And, Kakarrot?" he questioned softly, stepping to him a bit more, their chest touching.
"I needed some time to think and the teacher wasn't doin much for me," the Saiyan chuckled softly, still looking into Vegeta's endless black orbs, transfixed.
"You know you hardly think to begin with, Kakarrot," Vegeta smirked up at him, "What is your answer now that you know?" his voice had taken a serious note and Goku broke the stare that had been fixed so intently upon his eyes, turning his head away for a moment but not backing away. A light blush broke out over his features when he looked back into Vegeta's cool, questioning gaze, the Oujo's brow furrowed at the delayed answer.
"My answer, Oujo," he whispered, leaning down until his eyes aligned with Vegeta's, their noses touching, "is..." he leaned forward, lips almost brushing the King's, eyes closing softly...a loud crash was heard and the two snapped apart, looking to the Tower Lucas had been in. 'Luke,' was Goku's only thought as he raced toward the Tower and away from Vegeta, who stood, trying to contain the tremble he felt through his body at the contraction of Goku's touch.
"Where is he?" Luke exclaimed, throwing another vase, followed by his desk at his teacher. "You're hiding him!" book cases "I'll kill you!"
"Vegeta Alexander Lucas!" Goku exclaimed, standing at the window, looking to his protégée in shock.
"There you are," the young prince sighed, his slightly deeper voice that of relief, "where'd you run off to?" he didn't bother giving an excuse to why he was so worried about Kakarrot's whereabouts.
"I...um..." a bright blush covered the brawny warrior's features as he climbed in the room, looking down the entire while.
"You can't lie you know," the teen sighed, forgetting completely about the cowering teacher in the corner.
"I...ran into your father," at his own words, his face became even brighter, the lovely red reaching all the way up to his eyes as he looked down.
"Goku...you..." the young Saiyan's mouth was agape as he spoke through it's openness, "the person you want...the person you want but can't have...it's...my father!" he exclaimed and Goku thought he would die if all his blood continued to go to his face the way it was. His eyes were now burning a hole in the carpet at the prince's exclamation.
"It's not that big of a deal..." Goku whispered, resisting the urge to go find a hole to bury him in. And to top it all off, he had almost kissed the King. THE KING! If he wasn't executed, he'd surly die of the humiliation.
"Not that big of a deal?" his charge shouted, looking up at him in shock.
"Look," he groaned, turning toward the window he had flew in from, "just leave it." He felt like he could cry. Kami knew he wanted to. He jumped from the window with Luke calling after him, fully intent on his rooms. When he arrived, to his horror and mortification, the King awaited him. His face was no longer bright red though it held a light splatter across his cheeks from flying so fast.
"Kakarrot," the King nodded to him.
"Oujo." Again the King prevented a shiver from coursing through him at the use of the title upon soft pink lips, lips he had almost kissed. Goku glided past him, eyes to the floor as he moved toward his bed, "Sire, not to be dishonorable, but I must retire, I've had a long day..." Vegeta raised an eyebrow, the Saiyan just kept surprising him, and he thought that he was just a good looker.
"I want to discuss what happened in the field...it was..."
"A mistake," Goku interrupted, pulling off his boots. Vegeta flinched and clenched his jaw, so the warrior wanted to be stubborn? "I don't know what came over me. Lucas didn't tell me anything. I was acting on something I remembered from that mating book of his. I must have misinterpreted something." The Saiyan's eyes where so dull and listless when he looked up at Vegeta the Oujo drew back slightly. Almost in an automatic manner, Goku pulled his gi shirt over his head, followed by the blue shirt under it, revealing tauntingly beautiful abs and a slim waist. The Saiyan stood, still not looking to Vegeta, turning around, grasping the sash that held his pants in place and beginning to untie it. Vegeta stepped to him, outstretching an arm to take hold of his arm and force him to look at him. "I must retire," he repeated, tilting his head in Vegeta's general direction. Vegeta scowled darkly at the man.
"You did not misinterpret, Kakarrot," he said firmly, taking hold of the taller Saiyan's arm and swinging him around to face him, "and you still have not given me your answer," with that, the King took hold of Goku's hair, crushing his mouth to his in a brutal kiss. Goku moaned when the king's tongue pushed past his lips and began probing and exploring his mouth, melting into the touch. Hesitantly, he took hold of the back of the King's neck, tilting his head up slightly, his own tongue sharing in the battle of tongues and teeth. The royal tried to push back a moan at the Saiyan's gliding tongue along his own but failed miserably when the Saiyan stepped closer, rubbing his bare chest against the King's own clothed, rock hard torso. A knock to the door interrupted them.
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