Author: VegeXKaka

Pairings: Goku/Vegeta,

Warnings: yaoi, profanity, rape, angst, sexual content.

Disclaimer: Don't own DBZ or any of the characters.

Published: Saturday, August 20th, 2011

**Flash backs**

'Anything italic is a thought from whoever's point of view it is.'

Summary: Okay so Planet Vegeta was never destroyed but Frieza is still around. ;) so um, Goku completed his mission and killed everyone on Earth, yeah sucks *cries*, get over it. So he came back to Planet Vegeta, and so on and you get the point. He's in love with the Prince but isn't sure if he can capture the royals heart (: .

Authors note: Can you believe my laptop broke again? I got a new one for Christmas though so hopefully we can get back on track with these stories! Reviews are always welcomed and loved!

Chapter Two

"So wait, what are we doing here?" I asked before taking a bite of one of the many sandwiches that had been laid out on the thick wooden table.

"We're finding out as much as we can about the Qawaya people."

"Oh I see…why?" I watched him close another book and push it roughly over with the other ones.

"Cause my father said it was of importance."

"Oh… what do you have to know? Like their fight styles and shit?"

"I don't know, all he said was 'Vegeta, I expect you to find out as much as you can about this race, I will not be embarrassed by your lack of knowledge when their royal family join us next week, and don't make this an extensive project by putting it off, just do it. And while you're at it…'" I giggled watching him shake his finger as he impersonated his father. Grabbing one of the books I looked at the title and read 'Mating of the Qawaya vs. Saiyan '. Opening to the page mark I silently read over the highlighted part, 'the Qawaya race is now made up solely of males due to a disease that killed the female portion of the population; therefor males have evolved, gaining the ability to bear children. The anatomy of the body is similar to that of the Saiyans. Unlike the Saiyans, the Qawaya Uke has no say in their mate. In Saiyan culture Dominant males fight as a show of strength, trying to gain favor with a submissive mate, whereas the Qawaya fight for possession. Saiyan partnerships are generally a mutual relationship where they are equally support of each other, but the Qawaya mating is more one side. Submissive mates are usually used to vent stress and/or anger, as well as to just provide release. Dominant males usually care very little about the comfort of their mates, and by many other races they are seen as barbaric, most see this treatment as rape and abuse.' I threw the book back on the pile in disgust.

"Why are the coming here?"

"They are a powerful race, my father thinks that they will be usefully as our allies," leaning back, he absentmindedly strummed his delicate, gloved fingers on the arm of the chair.

I looked around the large private library, the roof was high, and the far wall covered in tall, gothic style windows. The book shelves reached almost to the roof, full of books on every topic imaginable. Listening to the tabbing of his fingers, I reached for another sandwich. He was looking into the distance, obviously thinking about something. I don't know when the last time he had any fun was, he looks so stressed.

"Hey 'Geta when was the last time you went clubbing?" I regretted the question as soon as it came out of my mouth, I didn't want to go clubbing. Last time was horrible.

***flashback***

I smiled and nodded my head at the male beside me, trying to at least act like I had any idea what he had just said, truthfully though I was scanning the crowd for my prince. I had seen Raditz leave with the friend of the boy beside me, and I could see my childhood friends Onio and Tora dancing together, but I didn't see Vegeta. He was sitting at the bar beside me having a couple drinks and laughing, when I got distracted by this boy spilling his drink on me, and when I looked back a while later he was gone.

I was about to get up when I could see what was unmistakably his flame like hair swaying over the crowd. I could feel a hand stroking my thigh as the group standing in between me and my prince moved. I couldn't move, couldn't breathe. The prince wasn't alone.

I felt a warm breath on the side of my head 'let's move this to somewhere more private,' I wasn't listening. There was a large man grinding on the behind of my royal. Slowly Vegeta turned to face the man to, I had hoped, tell his ass off, slap him, or something. Instead he just stared at him, allowing the arm to be wrapped around his waist, pulling him tightly against this man. I could see him tracing the curves of Vegetas' back, whispering things in his ear. He put a treacherous hand against the tanned skin of my princes' neck, rubbing a thumb across the smoothness of his cheek, before pressing those disgusting lips to against that of Vegetas' hesitant ones. It wasn't actually until saw the bastard grope Vegetas' manhood that I regained control of my legs and jumped out of my seat.

"What the hell? You asshole! What's your problem?"

Everyone close enough to hear turned to look at the young man screaming at me from the floor, and I felt blood rushing to my face.

"Shit I'm sorry! Here, let me help you up," I reached down to grab his hand when he pulled away.

"Just leave me alone you prick!"

"What happened?" I turned to the beautiful, but concerned face of my prince.

"I don't know, I don't feel well, I'm going home," I hoped he couldn't hear the anger in my voice.

"Okay well I'm leave with you then," I guess he didn't, and I couldn't help but to smirk at the angry look of this whore that had the nerve to touch what was mine. I was going to say something to him when I decided against it.

"Okay then let's leave," I grabbed his smaller hand in mine before calling over Onio and Tora and leaving.

***End of Flashback***

"Um… I went with a couple people last week."

I felt my eyebrows scrunch together, trying to keep the jealousy out my voice I dared ask, "Who?"

"I don't really think that's any of your business," he leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, looking at me expectantly.

"Not my business? So what are we not best friends anymore? Are there other things you don't tell me? Did I do something wrong? 'Cause if I did I'm sorry… wait is there a reason you don't want me to know? Should I not want to know?"

'Were you with someone special?' I finally added in my head

"Kami Kakarot I was joking! I was with a bunch of people, Tahir, Niyol, Ismet, Tanvir, Ru… that crowd, no big secret," he looked away casually.

"Was Runako there?" I could feel my fingers curl into fists as I finished the name I know he didn't want to say, my voice was harder than I intended it to be.

"Does it matter? You don't even like clubbing anymore! Last time you were almost sick! Why are you getting all angry at me?" his voice cracked slightly asking the last part, if you didn't know him you wouldn't have heard it, and I felt my heart twist. I hated upsetting Vegeta, he doesn't deserve it.

"I'm sorry, please look at me, I'm sorry, don't be mad"

"Whatever," smirking, he picked up a sandwich and threw at me, and not expecting it at all, it smacked me in the face, "just stop being such a bitch," he laughed out loud.

I smiled at his laugh, I'm lucky enough to be one of the only people that get to hear it. It wasn't a fake laugh, and it wasn't goofy like mine. It was warm, light and full of happiness; it could bring a smile to anyone's face.

"I just don't like Runako. The way he looks at you, like he's planning something, and the way he treats me like garbage, always acting like he's better than everyone. And there's something about him… he just doesn't settle well with me."

"I know, but he's not that bad of a guy. I mean, I'd never be alone with him, but when I'm with everyone else… and I would have invited you, you know that, but like I said you don't like clubs anymore. Well that and you don't get along with that group"

"Actually I don't mind clubs I think I was just sick that day…" I hoped he would believe that, I mean he believed me being sick in the first place, "and I wouldn't mind that group if they would stop calling me a third class, and telling me get them drinks and stuff."

"I thought they had stopped after I told them to?"

"No, they just stopped saying it while you were around."

Anger flash across his face before he suppressed it and looked neutral again. I know if there's one thing Vegeta hates more than anything, it's being ignored. "Well then we can go with your friends. How does this weekend sound?"

"Sounds good to me," I smiled at him. This time I wasn't going to let him out of my sight.

"Great, I'm going to call a servant to put these in my chamber, meet me on the training grounds?" he asked, getting up from his seat and making his way to the door.

"Yeah I could use a spar. I haven't had a good one in a long time, but all I've had to train with is my oaf of a brother."

"So excited to get your ass kicked I see." he looked at me with a smirk

"We'll see," I replied, smirking back as I made my way out the door and down the hall. I knew he was much stronger than me, but I was still up for the challenge.

I love training with Vegeta. I would actually be able to put up more of a fight too if I wasn't so distracted, but that's his fault not mine. He tempts me with the way his muscles move under his smooth tan skin, and with the musky, spicy, natural smell that is him, which attacks my senses every time I get close. I get lost in the feel of his warm body moving against me, the sound of him panting underneath me when I pin him down, or when we take a break, and then the excitement in his eyes when we start again.

'My sexy, fiery prince '

Lost in my train of thought and not paying attention to where I was going I walked into the very last person I wanted to see.

"Well isn't the royal's personal third class clown."