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To Win A Royal Heart By Kami Kaze Part 7 Vegeta stood with his arms crossed, watching the faces of the small band of second and third class warriors as they were briefed by his father. His eyes didn’t have to search far before he found the son of Goku; he looked a lot like his father, with the same build, though leaner and less toned. His face had the same youthful innocent look, his eyes wide and dark…like his father’s. Vegeta shook himself with disgust. Perhaps he’d have to see one of the royal doctors about this; maybe he was going into his first heat, though he should have had it years ago. His eyes fell back upon the young man and was curious when he found Goten staring right back, a small smile quirking one side of his mouth. ‘What the hell is he smiling at?!’ He scowled at the man, watching with near horror as the boy’s eyes ripped themselves away, lifting his hand to cover a small laugh. Vegeta sputtered mentally, his body stiffening with rage. ‘He…he dares….laugh…at me?! What the hell is wrong with this family, are they…’ Vegeta blinked, then blinked again, staring closely at the young man, picking out his scent from the others easily. It was a smell similar to his father’s, but it in no way had the same effect upon him; however, it wasn’t the similarity in smell that had him concerned, it was the difference. There was a strange smell there, something…not right; and as he studied the young man’s face, it hit him like a brick, and he couldn’t help as his lips parted slightly, his jaw hanging loose. ‘He…isn’t…he doesn’t have pure saiyan blood! He’s a half breed!’ He thought, almost frantically. This was odd indeed; matings between saiyans and other species just didn’t happen, or when it did, it was well concealed. ‘And so the mystery deepens…’ he thought smugly, a small smile of his own spreading across his lips as Goten glanced over at him again. The man froze, then tilted his head to the side with a questioning look. Vegeta held the gaze, his smile becoming fiercer. Goten swallowed audibly. Why was Vegeta grinning at him like that? He knew that smile all too well from the Vegeta in his own time. It was the same grin he gave when he was about to kick Goten’s ass…or when Goten had left his diary in Trunks’ room and Vegeta had found it and read it. For months, Vegeta gave him that feral “I know things the other’s don’t, what are you going to do about it” look. It made him shiver. Why was this Vegeta giving him the same look? He finally decided to do his best just to not look in Vegeta’s direction at all, he was nervous enough as it was. Hopefully, the prince was just angry because he had caught Goten’s giggle, something that couldn’t be helped when he looked at the young prince. He had to be younger than Goten himself for crying out loud; it made Goten giddy just thinking about Vegeta being so young. After all, he hated to admit it, but the young prince just looked so kawaii! The King, finished with his briefing of the warriors about to do duty upon Frieza’s ship, left the room with a string of men following him. The rest of the men were rounded up into groups, a quick tally of names being taken before the scheduled departure. Vegeta resumed his glittering stare at the young man, secretly delighting in the fact that it seemed to now make Goten uncomfortable. Goten shifted back and forth, his arms crossing one minute, the next his hands would be twisting or his fingers plucking nervously at his armor. Vegeta nearly giggled as he watched Goten’s obvious nervousness; until a wave of his own nervousness washed over him as a sweet-spicy masculine scent filled his senses, making his gaze waver, his fingers tremble. A confused frown deepened upon his brow as he watched Goten break out into a relieved smile, lifting a hand in silent greeting towards him, though the man’s eyes were raised as if looking over the prince’s head. Blinking, Vegeta spun, only to crash into a solid wall of armored chest standing directly behind him. Goku was waving in return as he looked down into Vegeta’s eyes, a smile twitching at his lips. “Good morning, Prince Vegeta. Did you sleep well?” He asked casually, his eyes darting around the room with curiosity. Vegeta stared up at him uncomprehending, then slowly recovering, he scowled and pushed the taller saiyan away. “Of course I did.” He snapped. “What are you doing here? I didn’t call for you.” Goku seemed to ponder the prince’s reply, then shrugged his shoulders lightly. “I came to see my son off. It’s his first time serving under Frieza, you see, and he’s a bit nervous.” Vegeta snorted. “No saiyan should be nervous because of that demented dictator.” Vegeta glanced at him meaningfully and lowered his voice. “Not any PURE blooded saiyan, anyway.” Vegeta smiled widely at the shocked expression Goku shot him. “That’s what I thought.” He said, glancing over to Goten, who was watching them with a certain amount of concern. *** Less than an hour later, Goku was packing what few personal belongings he had into a small pack; He and Vegeta would take their own pods to join Frieza’s ship, where they would serve Frieza for an undisclosed amount of time. Moving slowly, he climbed the stairs to his door and pulled it open, then cast a glance back before shutting the door and moving down the hall to Vegeta’s. There he did as he was commanded, which was to wait outside until Vegeta decided to appear, which was about twenty minutes later. The double doors were yanked open, revealing the small figure of the prince, his face screwed into a mask of anger. “Lets go, Goku. I’d like to get this over with.” Vegeta said as he pushed past him and walked hurriedly down the hall. Goku sighed, hurrying behind Vegeta trying to catch up. “Vegeta, is something wrong?” He asked quietly, his eyes flashing with concern. Vegeta threw an annoyed glance over his shoulder without stopping. “You talk to much.” Goku took that as his cue to shut up. He didn’t want to anger this Vegeta as much as he did in the future. He followed behind Vegeta silently until they reached their pods, which were awaiting them with doors wide open. Vegeta quickly shoo’d the young mechanics away from the pods, having decided to explain everything to Goku himself. “This panel here shows the coordinates that are set; you can’t override them without a password, and very few know the password. However, if something were to happen, this button here will stop the pod and it will fall into “float mode”, which means just what it implies. You float around in space until help arrives. To reactivate the coordinates, you simply push the button again and you’re off. This screen up here keeps you in contact with me, and that’s what these buttons are used for. NEVER turn your screen off. This is a speaker, which is used to communicate with both those in the control room at the base and I ; however, they can rarely make contact with us if we are too far out into space, which you and I will be. On this side, “ the prince continued, pointing to the right hand side of the pod. “is life support systems and backup energy supplies, computerized mapping systems and your sleep inducers. On long trips, sometimes it’s nice just to sleep through the whole thing. You will sleep through anything at all, unless you are contacted or are about to land, then the inducer will shut itself off and you will wake up.” Vegeta sighed, his eyes roaming over the pod once more. “That’s about it. Any questions, ask them now.” He turned towards Goku, one eyebrow raised in question. Goku shook his head softly. “No, I think you covered everything…” he said as he flung his pack into the pod. “Good. Then lets go. I’ll contact you shortly before we land, unless something else comes up.” Vegeta said as he climbed into his pod, glancing up at Goku as he fastened his belt. “See you there.” With a nod, Goku climbed into his own pod, reaching around to pull the stiff belt around his waist and chest, snapping it into place. A mechanic reached inside, pressing a small switch on the pod door and wished him a good trip before the door flew upwards and closed with a “Swooshing” sound. Goku stared out the round window as the man moved out of his direct view, knowing he was probably shutting Vegeta’s door at that moment. In minutes, a small whine was heard as the engine started, the pod beginning to vibrate and rock slightly as it powered up. Goku reached over and turned the dial on the sleep inducer just as his pod shot into the sky; he watched in awe as the ground below seemed to disappear, and marveled at Vejita-sei’s colorful atmosphere as he burst through it. He had ridden in a pod before, true, but no matter what, it would never be something he would get used to. Soon he could see the Planet Vejita far below him, a round ball of swirling crimson. That was his last sight before his induced sleep took effect. **** “What do you mean, you have to build one exactly like it, but opposite?! Don’t speak to me in riddles woman!” Vegeta growled, his fists curling. “Vegeta, I’m not speaking to you in riddles. I mean just what I said. Gohan and Trunks took this little box up to Dende, and Dende said that the only way we could get Goku and Goten back, as far as he knew, was to build a box with the exact same properties, but opposite. For instance, I know that this metal plate here with the two wires holds negative properties, yet this small wire next to it is positive. So in building a new box, I would make the plate and two wires positive, and the small wire negative. Get it?” She asked, her nose nearly inside the box as she studied it. Vegeta was silent for a few seconds. “You mean, all you have to do is rebuild the box….that’s IT?” He growled. “Oh…is that it?! No, it isn’t, Vegeta. You see, evidently Dende thinks everything should be the same, including the metal it’s made from, which happens to be called Elusyium. A metal that can’t be found on this planet, or even in the surrounding planets! But Gohan and Trunks are taking care of that. As soon as they find out which planet has that kind of element, they’ll take one of our pods there and get some for me. So, you see, it’s not a very easy feat at all!” She exclaimed, spinning in her chair to put her back to him again. “Now…if you don’t mind, Vegeta, I have some work to do. “ Vegeta huffed, crossing his arms. This was all taking much too long. It had been a week now, and he felt as if they hadn’t gotten anything done. He turned and left the room, stomping his way to the kitchen to sit at the table and think. The one thing that angered him the most about the whole situation, is that he seemed to be completely useless. *** “Goku…” Goku murmured softly, turning in his seat slightly, his nose twitching. The young prince stood over him, smirking down at him. Goku’s eyes went wide as he realized the prince was naked and nearly choked as Vegeta fell forward, bracing his hands on the back of Goku’s seat, sliding his knees over Goku’s lap to straddle him. “V..vegeta?” Goku whispered, flinching slightly as the prince leaned close to him, their noses brushing lightly. ”Goku?” Vegeta breathed softly just before he pressed his lips tightly against Goku’s. Goku gasped, thrusting upwards to rub against the prince’s naked body, a moan tearing itself from his throat at the pleasurable rippling sensations moving through his groin. “Mmm…Vegeta…” He whispered against the hot moist lips, his hands sliding to Vegeta’s hips to hold him in place as Goku thrust upward again. “DAMMIT GOKU, WAKE UP!” Goku did choke this time as he choked on his own spit, flying forward from his sleeping position and blinking confusedly. “It’s about fucking time.” Vegeta’s face glowered at him from the screen above. Goku flushed deep scarlet and cleared his throat. “Ah…sorry, Vegeta. I must have…been…really tired or something.” Goku replied, rubbing the back of his neck. “Hn. Whatever. We’re going to be landing in about twenty minutes. Be ready.” And without warning, was gone from the screen. Goku sighed, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back against the seat. He’d have to start treading a bit more carefully in the future; he knew his feelings were growing for the young prince, feelings that he knew he had for the Vegeta in his own time, but also knew that the prince in his own time would never accept them. Staring blankly out the window, Goku briefly wondered if the younger version of Vegeta would accept him any easier. “Don’t go there, Goku…you’ll just end up getting yourself into trouble.” He chastised himself. He moved forward, looking out at the huge ship floating in the black emptiness of space, attempting to get his mind off his raging erection that his erotic dream had created. Soon, his pod was descending quickly towards the ship, headed straight for a round doorway near the front of the large home of one of his future enemies. His pod passed through the large hole and into the landing bay beyond where he landed just seconds after Vegeta. “State your name, class and position, please.” A voice boomed as his door flew open. A large ugly pink alien stood menacingly in front of him, glaring. His finger was poised over a small machine with a keyboard, like a mini computer. “Goku, Elite Class, Bodyguard of Vegeta, Prince of Vejita-sei.” He said steadily as he climbed out of the pod, pushing the ugly alien out of the way, much to the alien’s surprise. Goku put his best scowl on and sneered at the alien. “Damn Saiyans…” the alien muttered, typing away on the keyboard. “Proceed then.” He said with a jerk of his head. Goku snorted and turned, finding himself being eyed up and down by Vegeta, who was smirking with amusement; the smirk disappeared quickly as a blue skinned man suddenly appeared at Vegeta’s side. ‘Zarbon…’ Goku thought to himself, immediately taking a step closer to Vegeta. “Well well…” Zarbon said with a smile. “What do we have here? What happened to the bumbling eyesore you usually have with you, Vegeta?” Zarbon asked, flirtatious eyes wandering over Goku’s body. “What do you want, Zarbon?” Vegeta asked angrily, stepping in front of Goku as if to block the green alien’s eyes from wandering. “Oh come now, Prince Vegeta. You know full well why I’m here. Frieza-sama wishes to see his princeling.” Zarbon said, chuckling at Vegeta’s sound of disgust. “Whatever. Lets go.” He growled, stomping off towards the nearest exit. Goku followed along silently as Zarbon led them down the hall, then paused before a large door where he pressed his palm against a small panel before the door opened with a soft noise. “Prince Vegeta to see you, Lord Freiza.” Zarbon purred as he stepped inside the airy room with a huge window that showed the swirling blackness of space beyond. In front of the window sat Frieza. The evil changeling was silent for minutes before he finally turned slightly. “Prince Vegeta…so nice to have you back. I have a group of planets that need cleaning up; and very wealthy customers waiting. I hear your father has brought me a large number of Saiyan forces to help with this situation?” Frieza asked without glancing at them. “Yes, Frieza-sama.” Vegeta answered with a small bow of his head. Goku gawked. “Good.” The alien smiled. “Of course, I will give you the most stubborn planet; I know how you like a good challenge. You will leave in two days.” “Yes, Frieza-sama. It will be just I and my bodyguard going on the mission.” Frieza chuckled, shaking his head. “Very well. You may go now.” With that, Vegeta turned on his heel and walked out the door, Goku following closely behind him. They followed a maze of hallways before Vegeta took a sharp turn, smacking his palm against the screen next to the door until the door opened. “We both sleep in here, Goku.” He stated simply as he walked through the doorway. “You in the outer chamber here, and I sleep in the inner chamber.” Goku answered with a nod, then paused. “Um…Vegeta? Ca..can I ask you a question?” Vegeta stopped before the inner chamber’s door, turning to face him. “Of course you can.” “Well…ah…what exactly are you going to be doing on this planet we’re going to?” Goku asked, a feeling of dread rising in his chest. Vegeta simply stared at him for a moment, then slowly pulled his white gloves off, a small smirk surfacing. “Not I, Goku. We. We, as in, you and I, are going to wipe out every living creature on the planet, of course. That’s what we’re hired to do, baka. Goku stood in stunned silence as the prince turned his back and stepped through the doorway, disappearing into the sleeping chamber beyond. “Oh Kami, help me…” He whispered softly, staring longingly after the small figure of the prince. Guest Main Page / Chapter 6 / Chapter 8 |