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To Win A Royal Heart By Kami Kaze Part 8 A low groan rumbled out in the darkness of the outer chamber as Goku twisted in his sleep, his brow furrowing. "Vegeta…" He whispered softly, his hips thrusting against the mattress beneath him. The small lithe body of his long-time rival writhed beneath his own as he thrust again, his manhood buried deep inside Vegeta’s body; he wasn’t sure how he ended up in this position, and he didn’t care…Goku was in heaven. A wash of pure white ecstasy washed over him as his name was called out in fiery passion from the Prince’s mouth, which was now open in a silent scream as he arched up off of the bed towards Goku, his come splashing over Goku’s stomach as Goku thrust once more before his world spun, his stiff member jerking spasmodically in throes of orgasm. *** Vegeta opened one sleepy eye as the strange noise assaulted his ears, awakening him from a deep sleep. He rolled onto his back, cocking his head slightly as he listened to the low steady squeak from the next room; He frowned into the darkness, his muscles jerking as a ragged moan disrupted the squeaking, followed by a few rasping breaths. The prince’s face flushed readily as he finally recognized the passionate sounds from the next room, his skin prickling when a heat stirred low in his belly. He could have sworn he just heard his name called out…his flush deepened when his cock awakened, responding to the noise that assaulted his ears, noise he couldn’t manage to ignore. He flipped himself onto his stomach, pressing his face into the pillow, trying to avoid the sudden hentai images that flashed through his mind. Goku was a very fine specimen of saiyan manhood…true. But that didn’t mean that he, a prince, should think so. Goku moaned softly from the other room, making Vegeta’s body tense, a jagged spike of pleasure running through his body to his groin, his hips thrusting forward on their own accord. The friction of the rough sheets against his cock made him gasp, his eyes flaring open, hands fisting in his pillow as he thrust again, his own moans and whimpers mixing with those from the next room. A hoarse cry rang out from the outer chamber, followed by Vegeta’s frantic panting as he fought to control his body; however at the sound of the other man’s release, Vegeta lost what control he had, slamming his hips against his mattress, his eyes screwed tightly shut, mouth open in a silent "O" of ecstasy as a passionate cry ripped itself from his throat, his seed spilling to the sheets below him. Breathing deeply, he pressed his face to his pillow again, shaking his head in disbelief at his own actions. Never before had he pleasured himself, and never had he really felt the need to…until now. From the next room, Goku braced himself on his elbows, blinking rapidly as his dream faded, leaving him confused in his abrupt wakefulness. His own scream had awoken him, but as his eyes had snapped open, he swore he had heard another outburst, similar to his own, but from Vegeta’s chamber. Goku shook his head lightly, lifting himself from the creamy wet mess that lay smeared not only on the bed, but also over his thighs, groin and stomach. The dream had been wonderful, and thinking back to it, it made Goku shiver softly. In the dream, he had been plundering his beautiful prince, pleasuring him beyond anything he had ever imagined. Yet in the dream, Vegeta was his Vegeta one minute, and the young prince the next. Both were one and the same, of course, but Goku found it rather odd that his fantasy should flash back and forth between the two. "Both are so beautiful…" he whispered as he got up from the bed. He had to clean the mess up so he could hopefully return to slumber. Vegeta held his breath as he heard Goku moving around in the outer chamber. How he wished he understood these strange feelings he was suddenly feeling; he was confused, his own mind and body acting so differently than they ever had. Never before had he given a thought to pleasures of the flesh in this way. Sex had never interested him, whether it by himself, or with someone else; the battle was all that mattered, and that left little time for sexual feelings. Now he was suddenly assaulted by a barrage of emotions and he wasn’t sure what to do about any of them. "Hn." He muttered softly, scooting across the large bed to a less… wet area. "Whatever." He muttered, his head falling to the pillow with exhaustion. *** Goku’s eyes fluttered, squinting over at the clock before sitting up in bed. Lazily, he reached up, scratching absently at his head before freezing as he realized he wasn’t alone. Vegeta stood in the doorway between the two rooms, his arms crossed, eyes narrowed at him thoughtfully. All the Prince wore was a tight fitting pair of blue pants and white boots; in one of his hands, his blue shirt hung limply, and the pile at his feet Goku identified as his armor. Goku’s eyes wandered up Vegeta’s young muscular body, swallowing hard and attempting to fend off the heat that was building in his groin. If he had any doubts before, they were gone now. He wanted Vegeta, and wanted him badly; but Vegeta didn’t like him, even here and now, where he didn’t have a reason to hate Goku as he did in the future. He was still the proud prince, and Goku was still Goku. What could he possibly do to win his heart? His thoughts were then interrupted, his eyes snapping up at the sound of Vegeta’s voice. "What are you staring at, Baka?" Vegeta snorted at him, an amused smile twitching at his lips. "Get dressed. We’re going to spar." He said before pulling the blue shirt over his head. "Spar?" Goku asked as he reached for his blue bodysuit. A pause. "Yes, spar. You know, fight?" Vegeta answered wryly. At Goku’s nod, he continued. "It wouldn’t be right for you to continue being my body guard if I don’t even know how good you are. You’re powerful," He began before narrowing his eyes, his hands busy as they pulled white gloves over his digits. "but you will never beat me. So don’t be arrogant about your skills, for your prince will always be above you in every way." Goku raised both eyebrows. ‘There’s the arrogant pride that will have him hating me in a couple decades.’ He thought with a mix of sadness and amusement. Vegeta would come to be a very powerful warrior, and would believe himself to be the most powerful aside from Frieza, until he would arrive on earth and meet Goku for the first time. That’s when the long time hatred would start. Goku sighed as he pulled his clothes on, an idea brightening his countenance slightly. What if being here would change the future Vegeta’s mind about him, by influencing the young Vegeta? All he could do was try, and hope that it wouldn’t make things worse. He cringed slightly at the "wrongness" of the whole idea, but he had to figure something out before he went insane. *** "Is this the best you can do, Goku?" Vegeta asked with a scowl of disgust. They had been trading blows for about an hour now, and though the other man’s strikes were powerful and fast, it wasn’t anything special. Perhaps Vegeta had been wrong; perhaps Goku wasn’t special at all; just slightly more refined in battle than the other elites. Goku paused, his eyes darting sideways away from Vegeta before turning slightly, wiping his hand over his slightly damp brow. "Naw, that’s not all I can do…but I don’t want to hurt you or anything." Goku explained, watching anger and disbelief flare up behind the young ouji’s eyes. "HURT me? Me?" Vegeta snorted and laughed. "You couldn’t hurt me if you tried. I far surpass you, low class scum. You may be an elite, but you were still born low….." He trailed off, hesitant eyes narrowing. "Or I assume you were…since there seems to be no record of your birth on this planet." Vegeta was satisfied with the panicked look on the older man’s face, blotches of red appearing on his cheeks. Goku grinned suddenly. "Touché, my prince, touché!" Vegeta scowled, falling back into battle stance. "Give me all you’ve got, Goku. If you think you can take me, then you just go ahead and try it; but hear me now, I will not hold back on you just because you’re my guard." He smirked wickedly. ‘I’ll have you down on your knees in no time, Goku, just you see! Then you’ll bask in my royal perfection, and you’ll know who is the greatest fighter…’ His thought was cut short however, as his breath was held, his eyes widening as Goku disappeared from his spot across the training room. "What th…OOF!" A sharp fist collided with his gut and he was immediately doubled over in pain, the blueness of Goku’s pants flashing into his view before his eyes shut on their own accord. He gasped as he tried to straighten, but when he did, another fist caught him in the jaw. His small body flew through the air and collided harshly with the wall, where he fell, crumpling to the floor. "What the hell!!!" he screamed, clawing his way to his feet, his face red with fury. Goku stood facing him, his face passive. "You told me not to hold back." He said softly. "So I’m not." With a howl of rage, the young prince flew at Goku, his hands lifting to send a shower of ki blasts at him. Smoke began to fill the air after nearly a minute of ki blasting, and Vegeta finally stopped his attack, backing off slightly. His eyes strained to see through the smoke, and slowly, a head full of spiky black hair came into view. He heard Goku chuckle from within the smoke cloud, and then he stepped from it, completely unharmed. Vegeta’s eyes widened. ‘How the hell did he manage to dodge all my blasts?! There is no possible way…’ In the blink of an eye, the taller saiyan was in front of him again, his hand lashing out to slap the prince across his left cheek, then backhanding him across the right cheek. The spar went on like that for hours, Vegeta blasting Goku, and in return, Goku would get a few powerful strikes in. Finally, Goku leaned over, bracing his hands on his knees as he eyed the obviously exhausted prince up and down. "I think we should stop, I’m getting tired…not to mention hungry. We didn’t eat all day!" He exclaimed, running his hands through his hair. Vegeta was breathing heavily, his eyes lifting from the ground to meet Goku’s. "Hn. Yes, I suppose we should eat something." Was all he said before he walked towards the exit, Goku hurrying to follow behind him. They walked down the hall in silence, and though Goku was dying to know Vegeta’s thoughts, he figured Vegeta would share them if he wanted to, so the silence stretched until they arrived at the mess hall. After having their fill of food, they both returned to their chambers. When they arrived, Vegeta shoved a stack of papers at Goku. "I expect you to read this before you sleep tonight. It’s information about the planet we’re cleaning up. Read it thoroughly so you are familiar with everything. We should be gone about three to five weeks, as while this race is known for their excellent fighting skills, the planet isn’t very populated." Goku stared down at the stack of papers and nodded absently. "Ok, I’ll read them now, Vegeta-sama." He said softly. Vegeta nodded and walked to his own chamber, leaving Goku alone with his thoughts. Sitting heavily on the edge of his bed, he flung the stack of papers aside and rubbed his forehead. "dear Kami, I just don’t know what I’m going to do. If I go through with the orders…I’ll be a murderer…just like those I’ve vowed to protect innocent people against. But if I disobey orders, there’s a good chance I’ll die here in the past, leaving Goten alone…" he muttered softly to himself before he fell back onto his back, staring up at the ceiling sleepily, where he fell into disturbed sleep moments later. Guest Main Page / Chapter 7 / Chapter 9 |