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To Win A Royal Heart By Kami Kaze Part 6 Vegeta tapped his chin, his eyes rising to look towards the solitary door across the room. Behind that door was his new bodyguard, a mysterious man that no one seemed to have any information about. "His name is Goku…" Vegeta muttered softly, a thin index finger stroking itself over the curve of his narrow chin. "He has a son, a year older than I, whose name is Goten. Neither name is Saiyan." He mused, wondering if anyone else had noticed that small yet obvious fact. "Probably not, they’re all bakas." He briefly pondered his race’s abilities when one put all the facts together; the man was mysterious, no one knew him. He couldn’t name the township he was from, he wasn’t listed on any of the township and village rosters, nor was the name "Goku" or "Goten" found in the birth registers. "Who the hell is he?" Vegeta growled, standing to pace around his room. The man angered him, and he couldn’t put a finger on why; he was suspicious, true, but that wasn’t it. Just looking at the man infuriated him in the most annoying way, and even more aggravating was the way it seemed to just make him more curious; he had to know more about this "Goku". Vegeta paused in his pacing, the man’s image flashing through his mind; licking his lips, he reached out, his sweat slicked hand coming in contact with the cold, smooth surface of the metal door handle. As softly as he could, he pressed the handle and pushed the door open, his eyes narrowing to glance through the slowly widening crack between the door and the door jam. Very dim light lit the room beyond, and he could see off to his right that the sitting room was completely dark. ‘He must be in bed..’ Straightening his shoulders, he pushed the door open the rest of the way and stepped into the room, his nose immediately lifting to breathe the man’s scent deeply into his lungs. He closed his eyes as he ran the scent over his tongue, surprised that the man’s scent affected him in such away. Never before had another man’s scent done so. Or a woman’s for that matter. Frowning, he shook himself lightly, immediately turning his head to the left to inspect the sleeping form of Goku, who was laying on his back in bed, the sheets wrapped loosely around his narrow hips. One solid arm bent at the elbow to drape it’s hand over the sculpted abs that rose slowly with each breath, which were expelled softly through slightly parted lips. Vegeta stared, his dark eyes confused as he felt drawn to the man, not noticing as his feet took one step after another until he suddenly found himself next to the bed, his head tilted downwards to look over the man with unabashed awe. He wasn’t a huge man, but power radiated from him in waves that accented his finely muscled body perfectly, each muscle like a sculpture whose artist had slaved over for years to get it perfect; all those muscles had been sewn together and bound in silky flesh and formed into the perfect male specimen Vegeta had ever seen. He was spellbound, his lithe body bending to hover over the other man, his eyes wide and curious as they stared closely at Goku’s soft chiseled features, his breath catching as the dark thick lashes that lay against the man’s pink-tinted cheeks quivered slightly. He froze, praying to all the gods that he had not awoken the man, and relaxed visibly as Goku’s breaths continued softly and evenly. ‘What is it about this man that draws me so? Why do I find him so…attractive? It’s like I’m under a spell of some kind.’ Vegeta thought idly as he lowered his face, exhaling shakily as his lips brushed the sleeping man’s ever so softly, the prince’s dark eyes rolling closed at the heat that flared unexpectedly between his legs; a small moan escaped his throat before he could quell it. His eyes were suddenly wide as power exploded around him, a strong hand wrapping itself around his throat. He choked out a small cry as he was lifted off the ground by his throat, his hands clawing at the offending appendage before his struggles stopped all together as awe set in. His bulging eyes were still as he watched the strange metamorphosis before him, as Goku’s hair was suddenly on fire with a golden haze, the power beating against him was deliciously arousing, it’s taste like ambrosia on his tongue. That was his last thought before he passed out, hanging limply from the man’s clenched hand. Goku had heard a noise, and slowly swam to the surface of consciousness to feel someone bending over him, something brushing his lips softly. With a silent growl his power spiked, his hand lashing out to grab that someone by the throat; He slowly sat up, his eyes cracking open sleepily before realizing that the figure had stopped struggling; his eyes lifted to the figure, whose familiar dark eyes were wide with shock. ‘VEGETA!’ His mind screamed just as the young man’s eyes fell closed. "SHIT!" He cursed, releasing the small throat and laying the prince down onto the bed. He cringed at the rough redness around Vegeta’s throat. He powered down, releasing the Super Saiyan form that he had burst into while still partially asleep; and he knew by the stunned look on the young saiyan’s features before passing out that he had seen it all. "Vegeta?" He asked softly, patting the young man’s cheek. "Hey Vegeta, are you ok?" After a few seconds, a small moan was issued, followed by a choked cough before the obsidian eyes opened slowly to look up at Goku blankly. "What…" Vegeta started, then scowled deeply, flying up off the bed nearly knocking Goku over. "How DARE you attack me, your Prince, you bumbling FOOL! You were hired as my defender, and in case you hadn’t heard, that means protecting me from attacks, not just the opposite!" He hissed. He paused as he studied the man’s face, suddenly remembering what he had encountered before losing consciousness. Had it just been a vision, a side affect of the lack of oxygen? Or perhaps it had just been a dream in his unconscious state. His eyes narrowed as the man stood calmly before him, as if waiting for him to continue. Goku could tell that Vegeta was determining whether or not he had really seen what he thought he saw; of course, his pride would throw the idea right out the window, or so Goku was hoping. He was rewarded a second later when the prince resumed his ranting. "Well, what do you have to say? Are you mute, or what? Speak, man!" Vegeta growled, his hands resting on his hips. Goku’s eyebrows lifted, then nodded slowly. "Ah…sorry about that; but you should never sneak up on a sleeping man. If I had known it was you, I wouldn’t have acted so harshly, but…" He was abruptly cut off. "Don’t presume to tell me what I should and shouldn’t do. This is MY home, I am YOUR prince, and YOU are MY bodyguard. Nothing more. I can enter these rooms at any time I like, so get used to it. One more incident like that, and I will kill you without warning." He huffed, stomping over to the still-opened door that led to his chambers. "You will be expected to travel with me to Frieza-sama’s ship tomorrow after breakfast so be ready. "He snapped, throwing a deadly glare over his shoulder before walking through the doorway and slamming the door behind him. On the other side he stopped short, leaning his back against the wall, his right hand absently rubbing the sore flesh at his throat. He was so aroused it hurt. "What the hell is happening to me?" He asked himself softly. This would have to stop; he had never been aroused by anyone or anything before, and it was foreign to him. ‘Damn it that man infuriates me!’ He growled silently before launching himself away from the door to ready himself for bed. Goku stood in his room, still staring at the closed door, his arms crossed across his bare chest. A small smile crept upon his lips as he remembered the sensation of soft lips brushing against his; Vegeta had been kissing him before he had attacked, but why? Goku sighed and scratched his head as he slipped back under the sheets of his bed, then laid back to stare up at the ceiling. He had always had secret desires concerning Vegeta, ever since their first fight. The man had so much passion, so much feeling, yet he would not share any of it, and that is the one thing Goku wanted...to feel that passion, to experience it. Goku shook his head softly, his eyes closing as an image assaulted his mind, his manhood responding readily. Tomorrow would be a long day. Guest Main Page / Chapter 5 / Chapter 7 |