#old man yaoi remains my weakness

[sheepandpencils]

Confrontation.

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Or: the one in which In-Ho is definitely not paying attention.

[mousieta]

Dramas Recap - 2024

It’s the beginning of a new year and I have definitely been in a multi-year drama slump so I figured I’d do a little dramas state-of-the-union. I don’t know that I’m really up for full reviews of things I’ve watched over the last couple years but I can share a few thoughts on what I’ve seen and what I am currently watching with a list of things I intend to watch and why.

Completed Dramas

Happy Ending Romance (2022, Korea) - Continue to be mostly unfulfilled by KBL. Watched for Leo, he was great but otherwise disappointed by weak/ nonsensical writing. 1.5/10

Moonlight Chicken (2023, Thailand) - P’Aof, however, continues to not disappoint. Poignant and meaningful, only hampered by the fact I could not believe Earth was a man in his 30s/40s despite how hard he tried. 8.5/10

Semantic Error (2022, Korea) - Cute. Deserving of the hype. I am just bored that so many queer stories focus only on college/high school. 8/10

Curtain Call (2022, Korea) - Sad I disliked this one because I do so adore both Ha Ji Won and Kang Ha Neul but I really hate lying For Reasons storylines especially when they drag out tortuously to meet an episode count. 6.5/10

Taxi Driver (2021, Korea) - Really enjoyed the found family cast, disliked that it felt the creative team didn’t trust their audience so felt talked down to a lot. Minor plot holes/ inconsistencies in writing undermined what could have been a truly stellar show. Maybe I’ll get around to watching season 2. 7.5/10

The New Employee (2022, Korea) - Cute. Forgettable - in that I don’t remember anything about it now a year out. 8/10

Only Friends (2023, Thailand) - A mess of a show rendered annoying by the truly bottom tier of discourse it generated. Worth it for FirstKhao, though, despite weak and frustrating writing. 7/10

The Eighth Sense (2023, Korea) - Ok I suspend my feelings on KBLs for this show because it was actually fantastic (minorly annoying plot points notwithstanding). I found this swoony and moving. 9/10

My Sweet Mobster (2024, Korea)- One of the few standouts of the last couple years. It felt like a throwback to an early 2010s drama in a good way. Familiar and comforting but with a lovable cast and standout leads. 8/10

Love in the Big City (2024, Korea) - One of the shows where I feel the distinction between BL and Queer Media may be pedantic but relevant. Amazing and moving show full of things I crave: powerful and memorable characters with solid writing. Heartily recommend. 9/10

Good Manager (2017, Korea) - Again a bit of a throwback feel hampered a bit, imo, by uneven writing for the male lead that always fell just shy of truly good to land with me. A bit of tsundere bromance in our male leads made up for it, though. 8.5/10

Lovely Runner (2024, Korea) - Again a fantastic throwback of a show with vibes of School 2015. Loved the twists and turns of time travel and the supporting cast. The chemistry of the leads was solid. A standout in a few otherwise lackluster years. 9/10

Rewatches

Cruel City (2013, Korea) - Still, in my opinion, one of the best KDramas, hands down. A little silly with the plot convolutions but Jung Kyung Ho’s portrayal of Doctor’s Son remains raw and haunting. His dysfunctional crime family still live vibrant in my heart. 10/10

My Father is Strange (2017, Korea) - A perennial comfort watch that remains one of the best crafted shows I’ve seen with one of the best redemptions stories in all of media - and I don’t say that lightly. Full of lovable characters that basically give me 4 romcoms in one. 10/10

Completed Movies

Hidden Blade (2023, China) - Tony Leuhng and Wang Yibo? Yes, absolutely. Never rose above the sum of its parts but was riveting none-the-less 9/10

Method (2017, Korea) - The toxic old man yaoi that keeps the constitution strong. 8/10

Marry My Dead Body (2022, Taiwan) - Absolutely fantastic, excellent time had by all, with good rewatch value. The queer buddy cop comedy we all deserve. 8/10

Dropped

Reborn Rich (2022, Korea) - Just got bored and I’ve never been enough of a Song Joong Ki fangirl for him to carry a show for me.

War of Y (2022, Thailand) - Def. Understand why this is an important show for BL lovers, just struggled connecting with any of the characters enough to care about watching more.

Kokdu: Season of Deity (2023, Korea) - Really wanted to like this one because I enjoy Kim Jung Hyun and wanted him to be good coming back from his ‘scandal’. It just felt like the Wish version of better shows like Goblin or My Love from the Star.

Ameiro Paradox (2022, Japan) - Just kept forgetting to watch more episodes then gave up. Obviously just wasn’t compelled enough.

Cherry Magic (2023, Thailand) - Might have kept up with this if its production company hadn’t gone all fucky with international access. Not sure if its available now, didn’t care enough about the little I did see to bother checking.

4Minutes (2024, Thailand) - This is all down to weak writing. I found myself yelling in annoyance at the screen more than enjoying anything about it. It’s ok, Bible, I still love you.

Century of Love (2024, Thailand) - Somehow the writer just didn’t know how to make enjoyable characters despite having all the right archetypes. Found one of the male leads so one note and flat I couldn’t keep watching.

Ok now on to the things I am looking forward to watching:

Stranger Season 2 (2020, Korea) - (for itself but also because they gave Prosecutor Seo, my favorite terrible cockroach, his own show)

Adventure Behind the Bronze Door (2024, China) - My life has been distinctly lackluster since I’ve had a DMBJ vehicle in my life

A Shop for Killers (2024, Korea) - Will not lie, this is 100% because Primary did the soundtrack and I love it.

Bad and Crazy (2021, Korea) - Absolutely for Lee Dong Wook and N

Guardians of the Dafeng (2024, China) - Dylan Wang. Enough said.

Fangs of Fortune (2024, China) - I have Heard Things

Immortality - [uncontrollable sobbing]

[translations-by-aiimee]

The Husky and His White Cat Shizun - Chapter 6

Original Title:  二哈和他的白猫师尊

Genres: Drama, Romance, Tragedy, Xianxia, Yaoi

This translation is based on multiple MTLs and my own limited knowledge of Chinese characters. If I have made any egregious mistakes, please let me know.

Chapter Index

Chapter 6 - This Venerable One's Shizun

Xue Meng had lived on Life-Death Peak since he was a child. He was familiar with shortcuts and terrain so he had no problem catching up with Mo Ran

He escorted him all the way to the back of the mountain. The back mountain of Life-Death Peak was the closest place to the ghost realm in the whole world, separated by an enchantment, behind it is the netherworld.

Looking at the miserable situation in the back mountain, Mo Ran immediately understood why that person was clearly at home, but still needed Madam Wang to treat guests in the front hall.

It wasn't that the man didn’t want to help, but he couldn’t step away--

The barrier of the ghost world was broken.

At this moment, the entire back mountain was filled with a heavy spiritual resentment. The ghosts that hadn't taken on a body howled and hovered bitterly in the air. At the entrance of the mountain gate, there was a giant breach ripping through the sky. Behind the breach was the ghost realm, and a tall, bluestone staircase stretching thousand of steps escaped from the barrier cracks. Seeing out from the staircase, the fierce spirits that had regained a flesh body were climbing down this step disorderly and chaotically, rushing from the underworld to the human world.

Any ordinary person would be terrified at the scene unfolding. The first time Mo Ran saw it, he was shocked to the bone, but he was used to it now.

The barrier between the human and ghost realms was set by Emperor Fuxi in ancient times. Today, it was very weak. It would grow weak spots every now and again, which need to be repaired by immortal cultivators. However, this kind of thing not only does little to improve one's cultivation but is thankless with how much spiritual energy it consumes. It was a real drudgery, so few immortals in the upper cultivation world were willing to take this job.

When a fierce spirit was born, the people of the Lower Cultivation Realm were the first to come under attack. As the protectors of the Lower Cultivation Realm, Life-Death Peak was forced to undertake the task of repairing the barrier. The back mountains of the sect faced the weakest point in the barrier all to ensure they could be repaired swiftly.

There would be breaks in the barrier about four or five times a year. It was just like an old, chipped pot; useless.

Now, at the entrance of the ghost world, on the long bluestone stairs, a man stood there with snow-coloured clothes and wide sleeves flowing in the wind. He was surrounded by the aura of his sword, the golden light shimmering. Using his own power to clear out the evil spirits and ghosts, he repaired the small holes appearing in the barrier.

The man had a slender waist and an elegant appearance, with a holy aura and a handsome face. From a distance, it was easy to imagine he was a scholar reading an ancient scroll under a flowering tree. However, looking closely, he had sharp eyebrows, phoenix eyes slanted upwards, and the bridge of his nose was straight and narrow. While he seemed to be gentle and elegant, his eyes were mean and seemingly unkind.

Mo Ran glanced at him from a distance. Although he thought he had prepared himself, when he saw this man appear in front of him alive and healthy again, it made him tremble down to his smallest bones.

Half fear, half. . . excitement.

His Shizun.

Chu Wanning.

This was the person that Xue Meng had cried and begged to see when he arrived at Wushan Hall in the previous life.

It was this man that ruined Mo Ran's ambition, ruined his plans, and was finally imprisoned and tortured to death by Mo Ran because of it.

Logically speaking, if Mo Ran had the chance to avenge himself and defeat the enemy that had blocked his progress.

The sea is wide and free for fish to swim in, the sky is high and the birds could fly endlessly, no one could reign him back anymore. At least, that's what Mo Ran thought.

However, that doesn't seem to be the case.

After his Shizun died, something else seemed to have been buried along with his hatred.

Mo Ran was not a man of culture and didn't recognize any other feeling than being evenly matched with a worthy opponent.

He only knows that here on out, he had no archenemies.

When Shizun was alive, he had been afraid, paranoid, and anxious. When he saw the willow vine in Shizun's hand, the hair on the back of his neck stood on up. He became just like a beaten mutt, just the sound of a wooden club slap caused his teeth to ache and legs to give out. Even his calf muscles would spasm from fear.

Later, when Shizun died, the person Mo Ran had feared the most was finally gone. Mo Ran felt that he had grown and matured, being able to finally commit this act of murdering his teacher.

Afterwards, when looking at the mortal realm, no one dared force him to kneel down, and no longer slapped himself in the face.

To celebrate, he opened the pear blossom white wine, sat on the roof, and drank wine all night.

That night, under the influence of alcohol, the scars that Shizun had inflicted on his back when he was a teenager seemed to feel hot and painful again.

At this moment, when he saw Shizun reappear in front of him, Mo Ran started, filled with hate and anger, but there was also a slight twinge of ecstasy.

Such an opponent, lost and now regained, how can he not please?

Chu Wanning ignored the two apprentices who broke into the back mountains and continued concentrating on fighting the scattered undead.

His facial features were elegant, his eyebrows are evenly long. His phoenix eyes were cast downwards, his cool demeanour powerful. Amidst the demonic air and blood rain, his expression had not changed. His face remained calm, as though he might sit down and burn incense or play the guqin at the moment.

However, such a gentle and beautiful man, at that moment, was holding an icy exorcism long sword dripping with red blood droplets. With a flick of his wide sleeve, the sword's energy sliced through the bluestone steps in an explosion. Crushed stones and bricks rolled down, cracking an immeasurable chasm from the gate all the way to the bottom of the mountain, splitting the staircase and its thousands of steps!

So ferocious.

How many years had it been since he had seen his Shizun's power?

This familiar and powerful dominance made Mo Ran lose all his strength. Shakily, he fell onto his knees with a thump.

It didn't take long for Chu Wanning to kill all the ghosts, and neatly fill in the holes in the barrier to the ghost world. After doing all this, he fell from mid-air and went over to Mo Ran and Xue Meng.

He first glanced at Mo Ran kneeling on the ground, and then raised his eyes to look at Xue Meng, his phoenix eyes holding a powerful chill.

"Causing trouble again?"

Mo Ran sucked in a breath.

Shizun had the ability to always correctly assume any situation.

Xue Meng: "Shizun, Mo Ran went down the mountain, committing the two crimes of stealing and prostitution. Please punish him accordingly, Shizun."

Chu Wanning was silent for a while, expressionless. He coldly remarked: "I know."

Mo Ran: ". . ."

Xue Meng: ". . ."

Both of them were a little confused. Then? Is that it?

However, just when Mo Ran thought tat he had gotten off lucky, he looked up at Chu Wanning and caught a a glimpse of a sharp golden light suddenly cutting through the air. There was a lightening-like crackling sound that slashed across Mo Ran's cheek!!

Drops of blood splashed everywhere!

The speed of that golden light was so fast, Mo Ran didn't even have a moment to close his eyes, let alone dodge it. The skin on his face was flayed open with a fierce pain.

Chu Wanning stood with his hands clasped behind his back, standing coldly in the chilling breeze of teh night air. The air was still filled with the foul aura of fierce spirits and ghosts mixed with the smell of human blood. It made the forbidden area of the back mountains appear even more eerie and terrifying.

In Chu Wanning's hand was a willow vine that had whipped Mo Ran. The vine was narrow and long, with green leaves sprouting from it, hanging down near the edge of his boots.

It was clearly sucha graceful object. Looking at it would have made people think of poems such as "Pliant is the the willow branch I gift to my beloved".

It's a pity that Chu Wanning was neither pliant or had a beloved.

The willow vine in his hand was actually a magic weapon named Tianwen. At this moment, Tianwen was glimmering with golden red light, piercing through the surrounding darkness, and also reflecting in the bottomless depths of Chu Wanning's eyes.

Chu Wanning pursed his lips, and said sensibly: "Mo Weiyu, you are so bold. Should I really not do something to discipline you?"

If this really was the fifteen-year old Mo Ran, he might not have taken this exclamation seriously, thinking that Shizun was just trying to scare him.

But after being reborn, Mo Weiyu had thoroughly experienced Shizun’s "control" with his blood in his previous life. He immediately felt the roots of his teeth ache and blood rushing to his head. His mouth was already moving, ready to deny everything and clear his name

"Shizun. . ." His cheek still bleeding, Mo Ran raised his eyes, staining them with a thin veil of tears. He knew that his current appearance must look extremely pitiful. "This disciple has never stolen. . . has never laid with a prostitute. . . why did Shizun listen to Xue Meng's words and strike me without even listening to my side of the story?"

". . ."

Mo Ran had two tricks to get out of trouble with his uncle. First, act cute. Second, pretend to be pitiful. Now he tried these out on Chu Wanning, trying to look so pitiful that tears almost fell from his eyes: "Is the disciple really so worthless in your eyes? Why doesn't Shizun even give me a chance to defend myself?"

Xue Meng stomped angrily next to him: "Mo Ran! You, you piece of shit! You truly are shameless! Sizun, don't listen to him, don't be fooled by this bastard! He really did steal! All the stolen goods are still on him!"

Chu Wanning looked through his eyelashes, his expression cold: "Mo Ran, you truly never stole?"

"Never."

". . . You should know the consequences of lying to me."

Mo Ran's arms were covered in goosebumps. How could he not know? But he still foolishly persisted: "Shizun, please!"

Chu Wanning raised his hand, and the shiny golden vine waved again, but this time he did not draw it on the face of Mo Ran. Instead, he used it to tightly bind Mo Ran.

This feeling was all too familiar. In addition to whipping people on the regular, the willow vine "Tianwen" has another function——

Chu Wanning stared at Mo Ran, who was held tightly in Tianwen's grasp, and asked again: "Have you never stolen?"

Suddenly, there was a familiar stabbing pain straight in Mo Ran's heart, as if a sharp fanged small snake had slid its way into his chest and was playing with his organs.

Accompanied by the severe pain was an irresistible temptation. Mo Ran couldn't help but open his mouth, his voice hoarse: "I. . . never. . . ah. . . !!!"

Tianwen's golden light seemed to pick up on his lies, glowing harder. The pain caused Mo Ran to break out in a cold sweat, but he still desperately resisted such torture.

This was Tianwen's second function: interrogation.

Once tied up by Tianwen, no one could lie. Whether it was a person or a ghost, dead or alive, Tianwen had a way of forcing them to speak and reveal the answer that Chu Wanning wanted to know.

In his last life, by relying on a strong cultivation base, there was only one person who had finally managed to keep a secret under Tianwen's influence.

That person was the person who had become the emperor of the mortal realm, Mo Weiyu.

After being reborn, Mo Ran had hoped he'd have a bit of luck, thinking that he would still be able to resist the forced interrogation of Tianwen. But after biting his lip for what felt like forever, with big beads of sweat dripping down over his dark eyebrows and full-body trembles, he finally bowed before Chu Wanning's boots in pain, gasping for breath.

"I. . . I. . . stole. . ."

The pain abruptly disappeared.

Mo Ran hadn't even caught his breath before Chu Wanning asked another question, his voice even colder than before.

"Did you commit debauchery?"

Smart people don't do stupid things. Since he hadn't been able to resist before, it was even more impossible now. This time, Mo Ran didn't even resist, and when the pain struck, he went so far to even shout: "Yes yes I did!!!! Shizun please! No more!"

Xue Meng's face turned blue at his side. He exclaimed with shock: "You, how can you. . . That Rong Jiu is a man, you actually. . ."

No one paid attention to him. As the golden light of Tianwen slowly dimmed, Mo Ran gasped for breath, his whole body was drenched as if he had just been fished from the water. His face was as white as paper, his lips still trembling, and he collapsed on the ground, unable to move.

Through sweaty eyelashes, he looked up at Chu Wanning's elegant figure, wearing a green jade crown and wide sleeves that fell to the floor.

A strong hatred suddenly surged into his heart - Chu Wanning! This Venerable One wasn't wrong in is treatment of you in his past life, that much is true!! Even after being reborn, the hatred still burns strong! Fuck all eighteen generations of your ancestors!!

Chu Wanning didn't know that this crafty disciple was going to fuck all eighteen generations of his ancestors. He stood there for a while with a sullen expression, and then said.

"Xue Meng."

Although Xue Meng knows that men were the popular choice among rich businessmen and wealthy households, and many people play with male prostitutes just for something new and not really because they liked men, he still couldn't digest it. After a while, he said: "Shizun, this disciple is here."

"Mo Ran went against the three mandates on corruption, debauchery, and deception. Take him to the Yan Luo Hall so he can repent. Bring him to the Platform of Righteousness and Evil tomorrow morning so that he receive a public punishment."

Xue Meng was startled: "What. . .? Public punishment?"

Public punishment means taking the disciples who have committed severe transgressions in front of the disciples of the whole school, in front of everyone, even the ladies in the dining hall, and punishing them for the crowd.

Utterly shameful.

It should be known that Mo Ran was a disciple of Life-Death Peak. Although the disciplinary measures in the school were strict, because of Mo Ran's special status - his uncle pitied him for losing his parents so young and was scavenging outside for fourteen years - he couldn't bear to punish Mo Ran. No matter what Mo Ran did, he would just get a small lecture in private, and he would be beaten.

But Shizun wouldn't even save the face of the sect leader. He wanted to take his precious nephew to the Platform of Righteousness and Evil and publicly punish and shame Young Master Mo in front of the entire sect. This was something even Xue Meng hadn't expected.

Mo Ran, however, wasn't surprised.

He lay on the ground with a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

How great and selfless his Shizun was.

Chu Wanning was truly cold-blooded. In his previous life, when Shi Mei died in front of him, Mo Ran cried and pleading, pulling on his clothes, kneeling on the ground and begging him for help.

But Chu Wanning turned a deaf ear.

And so his disciple had breathed his last breath before him, and even with Mo Ran crying his heart out next to him, Chu Wanning simply stood there and ignored his sobs.

Now all he was doing was putting him on the Platform of Righteousness and Evil to be dealt with before the public. There was nothing strange about this.

Mo Ran could only resent how weak his cultivation base was now. He couldn't peel off Chu Wanning's skin, rip out his nerves, drink his blood, can’t pull his hair back, can't insult him, can’t torture him and destroy his dignity, make him desire nothing but death. . .

He hadn't been able to hide the beast-like hatred in his eyes, and Chu Wanning picked up on it.

He faintly glanced at Mo Ran's face, a stoic expression on a gentle and elegant face.

"What are you thinking about?"

Fuck!

Tianwen hadn't been removed yet!

Mo Ran once again felt the vines tying him up, and his internal organs felt like they were about to be squeezed into mush. He yelled in pain, panting and roaring out the thoughts in his head——

"Chu Wanning, you think you're so refined! Watch me fuck you to death!"

No one made a sound.

Chu Wanning: ". . ."

Even Xue Meng was stunned: ". . ."

Tianwen suddenly retracted Chu Wanning's palm, turning into a small speck of golden light before disappearing altogether. Tianwen was made from the bones and blood of Chu Wanning and could appear when summoned and vanished at will.

Xue Meng's face was pale and he stuttered: "Shi-Shizun. . ."

Chu Wanning didn't say a word. His delicate black and slender eyelashes lowered, examining his palms for a while. Then, he raised his eyes, his face even, but his complexion even colder. He glared at Mo Ran with a gaze saying "this disciple deserves death", then said in a low voice:

"Tianwen is broken, I am going to go fix it."

Chu Wanning threw down these words, turned and left.

Xue Meng was kind of slow: "How could an immortal weapon like Tianwen be broken?"

Chu Wanning heard it, and glanced back at him with a look of "this disciple deserves death" as well. Xue Meng shuddered.

Mo Ran lay on the ground, half-dead, with a blank expression.

What he had been thinking really was looking for a way to fuck Chu Wanning to death. He knew that the Master Chu, who held titles like "Yuheng of the Night Sky, Beidou Immortal", had always paid attention to elegance and correctness, and he couldn't stand being stepped on by others, defiling him.

But he didn't want Chu Wanning to know that he was thinking that!

Mo Ran whimpered like a stray dog, covering his face.

Thinking of the look in Chu Wanning's eyes when he was leaving, he felt that he probably did not have long to wait until his death.

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[tamakissimp]

senario- selfhate comfort

request: @uhhh-i-like-yaoi​ : Hihiiiii! I loved your last comfort post! Could I have the same bois comforting a female reader who is crying because she doesn’t feel pretty? Tysm!

a/n: ahhh yes. I love writing comfort pieces. I added in some other boys because I ✨felt like it✨

warnings: body issues, insecurity, lack of self confidence

BAKUGOU:

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The image in the mirror is almost mocking you. The way your own body seems to taunt your mind and pull you into its darkest corners is scary. Scratch that, it's terrifying. You know that the healthy thing to do is to look away. But you can't. Your eyes are fixated on all your flaws. You're so busy with pulling yourself apart from that you don't notice the tears starting to roll down your cheeks.

People often talked about how Bakugou was out of your league. You knew that being with someone as handsome as him you quickly learn that, and most of the times their harmful words don't phase you. But maybe you are a little bit more tired today. Maybe you're feeling a bit more down. You don't know what it is, but those mean words seem to get past your defence and straight into your heart today.

You clasp your hand over your mouth in an attempt to muffle the sound of your crying. Even now, with shaking shoulder and blurry vision, all you can think about is how ugly you like while crying. "Idiot!".

Normally you would whisp your head around at the gruff voice but not today. "Are you there?" Bakugou asks. A set of knocks on your door follows. Normally you would welcome him with open arms but not today. What if he saw you like this? He would think you're weak. Weak. Pathetic. Ugly. Awful. Disgusting.

Another sob wrecks through your body. Bakugou's body stiffens at the sound. His blood runs cold. Without a second thought, he rips the door open. The sight of you, standing in front of the mirror while sobbing makes his heart ache. "Teddybear?". His voice is softer.

You hold your arms open for him. He takes the note and walks over to you before pulling you into a bone-crushing hug. He pets your hair as you sobs seem to get worst. Bakugou mumbles sweet nothings in your ear. All you can do is cling onto him. "What's going on, teddy bear?" he asks.

it takes you a moment before you can reply. Every time you open your mouth to speak another sob wrecks through your body. "I'm ugly," you finally manage to speak. You can feel Bakugou shake his head against your shoulder.

"I-I'm ugly and disgusting and you shouldn't b-be with me," you say. You expect Bakugou to agree with you. You expect him to pull away from you, laugh at you before walking out of your room. But he doesn't.

His arms stay wrapped around you, his grip becoming even tighter as he nuzzles into your neck. "No," he says. You want to disagree but he beats you to speak. "You're pretty. Gorgeous even. And I don't say that to everyone, idiot. You're too good for me.".

"I'll show you," Bakugou says. "I'll show you how pretty you are. I'll teach you how to love yourself....Idiot.". You smile softly. His heart does summersaults as he feels you smile against his shoulder. You nod.

"Okay," you mumble. "Okay. T-teach me how to l-love myself.".

SHOTO:

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You hate yourself for feeling so down. You hate yourself for not being able to be there for Shouto. You know he needs you. He has more reasons to be self-conscious. Though his face looks like it's sculpted by the gods, the scar that taints his skin is one of his most prominent features.

"Are you alright?" Shouto's calm voice asks. You nod your head. Wrong. You feel bad for lying to him but you don't want to burden him with your problems. Shouto nods. On the outside, he looks fine but he is beating himself up mentally.

He has noticed your distance and he can only fear for the worse. Maybe his biggest fear is becoming reality. That you're planning on breaking up with him, that you're done with dealing with someone as broken as him.

All Shouto does is wrap his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him as you both lay in his bed. You stiffen under his touch. The feeling of his hands running up and down your skin only makes you more self-conscious. Shouto's brows furrow at your action.

"Spit it out," he says. You don't know what it is about his voice, but all of a sudden your eyes fill up with tears. Shouto remains silent until he feels something wet hitting his shirt. He looks down at you only to find you silently crying. He immediately pulls you tighter against him.

"I'm sorry,” you say in between silent sobs. "Fuck, I'm sorry.". Shouto shakes his head as he sits up a bit straighter. He rocks the two of you slightly in an attempt to comfort you.

He's still socially awkward but you're teaching him how to deal with emotions, which includes how to comfort someone. He uses your tips as he searches his mind for anything he did that might upset you. He rubs his hands up and down your back, strokes your hair while sushing you softly.

"Do you...want to break up with me?". His voice cracks at the end of the sentences. He can't imagine a world without but he would rather break up than be in an unhappy relationship. Relief washes through him as you shake your head.  

"No, never," you say. You stay silent for a moment. It's best to just rip the bandaid off quickly. "I'm ugly.". The moment the words leave your lips, violent sobs wreck through your body. Shouto stays quiet which you take as he agrees with you.

You pry yourself out of his arms and beeline towards the door. Shouto stops you, though. His hand wraps around your wrist before he spins you around, pulling you into his chest. You fight against him but to no avail.

"Never, ever, say that again," he says. His voice isn't cold like it normally is. "You're beautiful. Inside and out. I know you won't believe me but please do.". All you do is nod against his chest as you run a hand through his two coloured hair. "Please believe me,".

TOKOYAMI:

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You and Fumikage often talk about your insecurities. Being with someone who's quirk affects their body as much as Fumikage's quirk does, conversations like that start easily. Normally, the two of you will lay on his bed, limbs intertwined while venting out your feelings. So this time is no exception.

Dark shadow lays on the feet end of the bed, his cold fingers running up and down your calves while Fumikage's warm arms encircle your body. Your fingers run over his feathers. You have no clue what he does to them but they always feel like satin between your fingers. "I'm ugly," you blurt out.

The comforting circles Fumikage was once rubbing on your skin now stop. Dark shadows grip on your calves tightens a little. Sure, these sort of thoughts aren't weird to be shared but that didn't make them any easier to hear. "How come?". 

You shrug. You push your face even further against his chest prompting him to resume rubbing your skin. "Look at my face. Look at my body. I'm ugly," you say. It hurts Fumikage how easily you say those words.

In his eyes, you're an angel. Everything you do is a gift from the gods. Yet you have no problem with tearing yourself down. Though he can't judge since he has the same habits. "You are not," he says. You take a deep breath while waiting for him to continue.

"You're beautiful," Fumikage says. "While my words might not affect you now, I do hope that you can one day see yourself through my eyes. I hope that you will see how beautiful you are, my love.". A soft smile spreads against your lips. 

Dark shadow removes its hands from your calf and nuzzles his cheek against it instead. "You talk like an old man.". Even though your tone is happy, Fumikage can sense the sadness laced through it. 

"You love how I talk," he says. You nod. You lean up and press a hast kiss against his beak. Behind his feathers, a blush warms his cheeks. 

"Thank you," you say. "I hope one day you see how handsome you are too, birdman.".

KIRISHIMA:

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Normally, you didn't feel like this. Being in a relationship with Kirishima meant that he became your personal hypeman. He took any opportunity he got to compliment you and boost your confidence. Lately, however, the UA has been dishing out heaps of homework and training got more intense. This left little time for you two to spend together. You didn't mind, of course not. You support Kirishima's dream of becoming a hero and you knew it would be like this eventually. You just haven't gotten used to it.

For the umpteenth time this week, you find yourself standing in front of your mirror. A rational person would walk away from the mirror. You aren't a rational person though. Instead, you try on every piece of clothing you own that is even remotely tight fitting. Seeing how the fabric clings to your body, extenuating every lump, dent and curve.

You sigh as you run your hands over your body. Feeling your thighs, arms, stomach. All disgust you to a degree you didn't know was possible. A voice in the back of your head is screaming all your imperfections at you. Your face isn't symmetrical enough. Your stomach isn't flat enough. Your collarbones aren't prominent enough. Everything is wrong.

Tears well up in your eyes as you keep hyper-focusing on every flaw. You want to stop, god you do. To smash the mirror to pieces and spit on it. But you can't. Instead, you can only think about Kirishima's friends.

They're kind, sweet, helpful, hero's in training. The only thing bad about them is how perfect you are. It's hard to not compare yourself to them when they're all models. Momo has legs for days, Bakugou has muscles that you could never have, Iida is as smart as they come, Mina can make every outfit look good, Denki has enough charisma for ten people.

Sobs slowly wreck trough your body. You clasp a hand over your mouth. You stare at your own face in the mirror. Red eyes, wobbling chin, swollen cheeks. Even your crying has flaws.

"Pebble," you hear a voice behind your call. Your blood runs cold as you wipe around. You were too busy with pulling yourself apart that you didn't notice Kirishima entering your room. His eyes are drooping and his smile slowly falling. he holds a small bag in his hand. You can see the feet of a teddy bear and your favourite snacks sticking out of it. A surprise date, how sweet.

You shake your head as you make grabby hands towards him. Kirishima drops the bag and runs over to you, pulling you tightly against him. Your sobs grow tenfold now that you're in his arms. He pushes you as he softly pats your hair. "Let it all out, baby," he whispers.

His strong arms envelop you like a blanket. His cinnamony scent brings you comfort. You always thought he smelt like chai tea. After you told him that, he started drinking chai more. You smile at the memory. Your smile drops, however, once you feel his hands travelling over your body.

"Please talk to me," he says. "What's going on?". Kirishima's heart is breaking. Seeing you in this state makes him rack through his mind to find anything he could have done wrong.

"I'm ugly," you croak out before another sob wrecks through you. He stiffens. He curses at himself for not noticing your insecurities sooner. Normally, he was there to brighten your mood and build your confidence up. Normally. But he hasn't seen you as much as normally.

You push yourself further into his chest, hoping to disappear. "I'm ugly, and- and I'm gross," you say. "And I don't k-know why you're with me. B-Because you're handsome a-and kind and sweet and I-I'm none of that. You s-should just break-".

"No," he says sternly. He doesn't let you finish that sentence. He doesn't want you to. "No, I won't. Don't ever think I will.". Kirishima pulls you off him slightly so that he can look into your eyes. He cups your cheeks while brushing away your tears with his thumbs.

You sniffle but melt into his touch. "You aren't ugly, okay? Say it for me. Come on, say it," he urges you. You nod.

"I'm not-I'm not ugly," you say softly. He nods before puling your to him again and places a kiss on your crone. "I'm not ugly," you say again before silent sobs shake your shoulders.

"I'm just going to have to show you, yeah, pebble?" Kirishima says. You nod against him. Your hand travels up and laces through his hair. Even now, when you're crying your eyes out, you're still trying to comfort him. "I'll show you.".

TAMAKI:

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Tamaki is invisible. It's something he learned to do over the years and now he can't stop doing it. Hiding in the shadows, his presence unknown to people. People tend to look over him and that's the way he likes it. Being in the big three, however, makes him seen. It makes him stand out like a sore thumb and his shyness draws ever more attention towards him.

Due to this, your relationship has become quite known around the school. And with that people tend to talk about you, gossip about you. You tuned it out most of the time. But when people gossip about you, it's hard not to listen to it.

"I mean, yeah, Tamaki is a total cutie," you hear some girl say. You don't even bother looking at her. You just try extra hard to focus on the homework your working on.

"Right?" her friend chimes in. "I don't know why he's with Y/n. Probably out of pitty. He's sweet like that.".

No. Don't listen to them. Tamaki loves you, you know that. He tells you that every day. He might not be physically affectionate but-

"I don't know. Y/n is just kind of...ugly?". Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Goddammit. Fucking fuck. "I didn't think they would ever be with someone.".

With that, you stand up. You don't even bother taking your stuff along with you. You doubt that anyone would be interested in stealing your homework or stationary. You can't even look at the gossiping students as you walk past them. Just get to your dorm, that's the plan. If you walk fast you can be there on less than three minutes.

You keep your gaze down as you fight back the tears. You can't cry in the hallways. That weird and ugly. "Bunny?". You lookup. Tamaki is standing at the end of the hallway, next to Mirio. He waves shyly at you. His goofy smile drops as he sees your pained expression. You strud over to him.

Are you breaking up with him? Did he do something wrong? Did you finally realize how much of a useless ball of shyness he is? His thoughts are running wild and worse case scenarios are popping up in his head.

His mind stops when your arms wrap around him. You two never hug in public. It's too scary for Tamaki, too stressful. But now that he feels your shoulders shake and your breath hitch all he can do is pull yours against him. Your hand travels up and plays with his hair while his arms wrap tightly around your middle.

"Am I ugly?" you ask, breaking the silence. Tamaki shakes his head against you, his hair tickling your neck. "’Cuz it feels like it.". His heartbreaks. You're always there to comfort him, to help him when he's on the brink of a panic attack. Now he has to be there for you.

"No, b-bunny," he says softly. His voice soothes you in a way you didn't imagine it would. "You're so p-pretty.". His words are few but you don't care. You know it's already bold that you come to him like this in public. Normally, you would only cling onto him in the comfort of his own dorm.

While he says little, he does comfort you. His touch ground you. The way his strong arms encircle you and warm you up. You press your nose into his neck. His hair feels silky smooth between your fingers. "I'm not," you say.

You feel awful for dropping your feelings onto him like this but you don't know what else to do. Tamaki is the person you go to for comfort, for love. "Who m-made you feel l-like this?" he asks.

You just shake your head as another sob wrecks to you. You muffle the sound by pressing into him. To bystanders, it just looks like a longlasting hug and not like your crying your eyes out.

Tamaki already knows the answer. He would be lying to say that he didn't hear the rumours as well. He hates it. Not just the attention but the bad things being said about you. That you're only with him because he's in the big three. That you aren't pretty enough for him, strong enough for him. He hears them all.

"W-wanna go... to...um..y-your room?" Tamaki asks. You nod. He places a kiss onto your forehead. Your heart warms up at the bold move. You swift so that one of his arms is now swung over your shoulder while the other is holding your hand. You hum softly at the comforting touch. "I-I think that...you're pretty," Tamaki says.

SHINSO:

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While Shinso tends to be grumpy to others, he never is to you. He treats you with an unknown kindness. He touches you like your made of glass. And you do the same with him. You lean into his touch. You aren't afraid to answer his questions and you never saw him as a villain.

Due to your close bond, you two share your insecurities. It's normal for one of you to barge into the others dorm and just rant out their feelings. Which is how you find yourself here, walking through the halls with pathetic desperation. You don't even bother knocking once you reach Shinso's room. You just rip the door open.

Shinso can immediately tell that you're feeling down. Maybe it's the way your drag your feet more. Maybe it's the way you don't give him a 'hey nice to see you again' kiss. Or maybe it's the fat tears dripping down your cheeks. "I'm gonna talk," you say.

Shinso just nods. He pushes his chair away from his desk. You get the hint and walk over to him, plopping into his lap. His fingers immediately start rubbing circles on your arms.

"I'm ugly," you say. Shinso's heart stops for a second. This was going to be painful for him to hear. "I'm ugly and disgusting. And I-I'm sick of pretending I'm not. Y-You always say I'm p-pretty but I know y-you're lying. I'm not. And-And that's okay.".

You drop your head to let it rest against Shino's shoulder. He just shakes his head. He waits a minute for you to speak again and when you don't he does.

"You aren't ugly, kitty cat," Shinso says. You smile at the pet name. "You're as pretty as they come. Fuck everyone who tells you you're not. Fuck. Them.".

"You're out of my league," you say. Shinso shakes his head. One of his hands moves up to pet your head softly.

"Bullshit. I'm a fucking piece of shit villi-" he says. You lay a finger of his mouth to stop the word from being said. You lift your head and look at him. Even though your crying and your vision is blurry, you cup his face.

You shake your head. "Don't," you say. "Don't so that.". Shinso leans into your touch. It's selfish to treasure your touch in a situation like this but he can't help himself.

"Then you can't say that you're ugly," he says. You close your eyes before leaning your forehead against his. He feels you nod against him. A soft smile spreads over his normally stoic lips.

"Deal," you whisper out.

[roseprincesskristina]

Axl's First Exciting Mission

((Hey guys. Today, in going to create a new fan fic today that an idea has flown towards my face. It's about a teenage prototype named Axl, who's very thrilled about the new mission that awaits him, but doesn't really know yet due to the mysterious yet similar maverick hidden within the underground basement of Maverick Hunter HQ that X has warned him about. So again, this story contains yaoi and I understand that it made you uncomfortable. However, if you're a fan, then welcome aboard. Without further ado, please enjoy this fiction. 😊))

Abel City. One of the most clearest town state of all, home of the inhabitants of Earth filled with humans and reploids altogether with meek, sided along of peace. No matter the differences, negligence or other, everyone who is new to the city are freshly more than welcome to live alongside all individuals. Before the roaring stampede of Mavericks would attempt to ruin tranquility, commanded by the gruesome but merciless overlord formerly known as the commander of the Maverick Hunters created by Dr. Cain, Sigma. During the reconnaissance given by his creator to locate the dangerous red maverick, the unstoppable Wily Virus have taken control or finds its way within his core, reestablish the morality. Forcing him to surrender to its power succumbing everything belonging to him, erased right quickly. The growling aura shouts, unleashing the new and improved villain to all who have feared more than their own weaknesses. Gathered up several more irregulars to make an army, destroying the town, killing a few humans, painting the whole planet with his dreams bursting into reality of rearranging a new world for only the strong and powerful reploids to rule. However, it was interrupted by the dynamic duo, X and Zero, shutting down the false fantasy by defeating 8 bosses including the crazed menace. Time and time again. No matter how he would return with more of his invincible forms due to his manipulation of other reploids such Dr. Doppler, Repliforce, Gate, and the rest, the irregular busting crime stoppers will always put an end to his wretched schemes for a new life. After his defeat, tranquility has regain its colors once more, the meaningless conflict between robots and humanity have been silenced. All thanks to the hopeful hunters that every civilization will always look up to.

Not only if there were two that could battle against more threats other than the malicious maverick king, but another hero that arrives to the scene. One that possesses such a great ability like no other being. A compassionate soul so young, lacking maturity yet not the interest of helping those in need when it comes to danger. His name is Axl. Armor themed of the navy blue color striped of red lines, detailed with an X shaped scar across the face by an unknown accident, spiky upward hair and helmet design with a camera lens type inside the crystal. Left the group called Red Alert by his decision on his own to become a hunter due to the view of his friends and scythe wielding leader Red changing their desires of using the briefcase full of chips stolen from Sheeda and the boss for power. Chased by a large mechaniloid, met and teamed up with the crimson sword slasher by taking it down, mistakenly arrested, refused by the indigo pacifist of being or becoming a full pledged hunter, facing off his old colleagues and Red, dueling with the previous mastermind from the beginning and saved the earth again. Still refused, an emergency has been briefed by the blonde navigator, calling to the young gun shooter to race into action.

A new generation built by a blue print, enhanced with the special kind of item known as the Copy Chip. With it, it access the DNA of all reploids even to resist various types of pestilence from every corner. Sadly, the least have chosen to become corrupted as a maverick, including the flesh hating ex commander, at will. None of them have ever experienced such a miracle bestowed upon them. But it doesn't mean that they're immortal. The generation have the same mortality as a few reploids and human alike, making them quite special within their own way possible. Posing them, including the youngster, as hopes of the future as well as protectors. For the land will relax in meekfulness while the heroes do the rest.

Somewhere at Hunter Base, a secret government domain of skilled hunters, the autumn hair youngling rests around the table with legs crossed, seating into the chair slightly bored after the war has ended. Blowing a mist of a sigh. Sure there are no crimes of fire that would be happening right now, but nothing very exciting could ever seek for his attention. For he is lingering in his own boredom by daydreaming.

"Man... This is so boring... Couldn't there be anything fun around here for me do so I wouldn't die in my own sleep?" Groaned the teenage prototype, tilting the side of his head against the hand. Slowly collapsing into a tired state until the Class A expert would arrive at his direction, folding his arms.

"Listen, Axl. I know that you're furiously bored cause of no casualties or invading threats coming to screw up everyone's day, but you have to learn to be patient and let disaster come to us first when duty calls." He explained.

"I know... But it's just no fun sitting around the base to do ABSOLUTELY nothing. Sigh... This is lame..." He griped silently.

"We get it, kiddo. There isn't a speck of villainy around these parts, but It's not the end of the world that quickly, ya know."

"Well.... I guess you're right, Zero. Don't know why I was whining about since we took care of that maverick jerkface. I mean, the three of us, taking the toll on him."

"Heh. I know, and you even single handedly knocked out Sigma with your special copy ability to save our asses. "

"Darn right! Heh. He didn't know what hit him! Thanks to you guys, the legendary Maverick Hunters!"

"No, kid. Thank YOU. Without your help, we would've been dead right now. You're the real hero that the world needs."

"You think so?"

"I know so. But you still got a lot to learn when you're a hunter. Facing with tougher baddies, saving the innocents and all that."

"You got it, boss! Thanks again." Grinned Axl.

"Anytime."

Both of them stare into their peers for just a moment until the reploid teen would lean closer, accidentally deepens the long haired senior with a longing kiss. Laying his hands onto his cheek when he blush with surprised.

"Mmmph?!"

"Mmmm...  Mmmmm..." 

"Mmmmmph...!"

"Mmmm... Hmm?! Oh shoot! Sorry Zero!" He pulled himself away. 

"Axl! What the hell are you doing?! We're not supposed to be doing something inappropriate in public!" He angrily flustered.

"Oops... He he... My bad... Didn't know what got over me."

"Ugh... Look, just try to control yourself, OK? Cause it's getting too weird. And by the way, X told me about an unknown maverick yesterday."

"Really? There's a new bad guy?"

"Mhmm. He was incredibly dangerous. Not to mention as a vampiric version."

"A vampire?"

"Yes. The creature of the night that drinks the blood of mortals to survive, like in the movies. But this baddie is different. He possess as an incubus of some sort. Flirting with woman both reploid and human at once. Or perhaps secretly someone else... Acted very sultry as his personality, but enhanced with an elemental use. Like ice for starters."

"Whoa... Is he really dangerous?"

"Precisely. He had both vampire and incubus personas. But a calming expression. Also with sneaky eyes."

"Wow.... "

Furthermore, he continuously explains more of the mysterious figure's tricks and powerful elements aiding his claws, warning the rookie about what he could do anyone with the unavoidable "secret weapon" that he tells X and crew. Unlike the young gun slinger, everyone is quite aware of this deadly strategy.

"Is that so?" He asked.

"Yes. It's something that no other reploid would escape from. Once being controlled, there's no chance of resisting against it before the..." Unable to say the rest of the sentence it out loud, he finish it by speaking into the kid's earport. Then made him jump of shock.I

"NO WAY! He seduces them?!"

"Not so loud. But yes. He performs a sexual lip locking with females of all kinds. Endlessly."

"Holy crap.... And I thought that a succubus would do the same thing to a guy."

"Yeah. Plus, he would even get a taste of their bodies if necessary..."

"Ewww..."

"But anyway, there's nothing to worry about it now. We've already sealed him underneath the containment basement built with preventable locks." He assured to the wild child, patting his shoulder. "So all is well."

"Heh. Guess so. I was getting a little frantic there. Say, what if he would do the same to me?" He said curiously. But on the inside, quite scared.

"Come on, Axl. There's no way that he would get to you. Or is there?* Smirked the golden headed saber wielder, teasing him.

"Uh oh...."

"Oh, I'm just yanking your chains. So long as you stay put, far away from that containment cell. I'm counting you to remain on your post. Understood?"

"Yes sir! I'll try my best!" He saluted.

"Good. I'll be in the meeting room. Do your best, Axl." Ordered Zero as he nodded.

"You got it!"

"One more thing... If anything happens when you're in danger, be sure to contact me or X by the earport."

"Roger that!"

"Oh. And one last thing..." He went up to the energetic teen boy, grabs him by the head to return the sinking kiss aggressively. 

"Mmmph!!"

"Mmmmmmmmmwah. There. Now we're even."

"Ack! *Cough cough* Geez, Zero! Guess that'll teach me a lesson!"

"Just giving back the favor. Try to continue your duty, got that?" He chuckled teasingly, before leaving for a meeting.

"Yes sir...." Spat the young begginer. 

With the examination talk aside, he walked off to attend a meeting with other hunters and navigators. But, then stopped for a pondering solution just for the lad in dark blue due to the kiss. Stood there into the middle of the hall, he felt the affected warmth melting away the coldness by touching his lips. Even though he haven't experienced nor practice empathy towards anyone but to his friends that he deeply trusts before.

"Huh... What is this weird tingling that I'm getting? Sure it was an accident, but... it feels so soft... And tense..." He imagined. "Hmm... Maybe the kiss wasn't such a bad accident after all. Actually, it's kinda hot too... Mmmm... Axl... He really is a good kid, even though his immaturity annoys the hell outta me a little." Smiling slowly from the straight stern written on his face, the idea has driven to his mind for a moment. Granting him the opportunity to pose as dangerous yet sexy winged maverick for his young friend to "fight off" with. He quickly walks into the room while no one is looking, morphing his original armor into an Absolute transformation to act as the unknown maverick. 

"He he he... Perhaps I'll give the brave little hunter a special solo mission he'll never forget~ A chilling "battle", that is~" He plotted. Cycling his tongue around the pale lips, tasting the smooching marks led by the novice hunter from the former organization of assassins. For a surprise trick will never fail to get the jump on him. 

Meanwhile, outside into the garden fields behind HQ during midnight, the emerald eyed gun blaster is relaxing his butt off from all the boring worriness dancing across his head all cheered up from the conversation he had with the die hard blonde, arms at the back of his head and boots crossed. Watching above the glittering stars of the night skies, so beautiful and sparkly to his pupils.

"Ahhh... What a beautiful nightfall... No wars, criminals or intruding crooks around at bay... Just some all out peace at last...." Sighed the dual wielding lad, succumbed by the wonders of the brighten dots as well as the graceful moon. The decent opposite of daytime for every or less generations to witness, secondly to lay back and watch. Everything that the red violet ex maverick have said about peace is very true, no worries, miscreants or anything too risky for that matter. It is a cesspool of non violent freedom to swim about all the time without ever getting out. 

"I really miss Red... He's like the true father I never had, before going bonkers from those stupid case loaded with corny chips that changed him... Sigh.... But, his DNA will always be carried within my mimic enhancement... And in my memories too..." Tears have descended from his eyes, remembering of his foster father that caused him to grieve. However, as the new recruited hunter, he wiped them off by fist to get his spirit together. 

"*Sniff...* What am I sobbing for...? Big boys don't cry. They would stay valiant and kick the crap outta fear! Heck, I'm a brave man now, in fact, I'm a Maverick Hunter! Yeah! Those creeps are gonna be very sorry if they first took a gander of me!" Cheering himself up with self encouragement, he would practice his kicks into the middle of the garden, fantasizing of him shooting multiple enemies who are robbing banks, abusing civilians and more. Hearing the applause washing all over him, women admire his fearlessness by delicate smooches. It will be his wonderful dream come true. 

"Yeah.... That's right, ladies... Plenty of me to go around... He he he..." He imagines of himself surrounded by women giving him kisses by gently stroking his body all over. Until suddenly, a ringing has disturbed his daydreaming sequence. Must be an emergency or some sort. Or worse, he might have done anything disrespectful by switching the report papers. He then respond by the ear port.

"This is Axl."

"He he he he.... Hello there, Maverick Hunter Axl...." Then, a sudden deep voice has reached to him with a comely yet seductive vibe. 

"Who is this?! Where's Zero?!" Replied Axl, demanding for a certain answer. 

"There's no need to be angry, boy... I'm sure that he's perfectly safe with me... For now... He he he..." He replied. 

"You bastard!"

"Mmm... Aren't we fueled with anger? I like that in a boy~ Truly that I would admire a woman, but never mind them... For I already found someone right in front of me~"

"Found who!?"

"You~" 

What the young pistol user didn't really know, despite of a mysterious call, is that a dangerous "maverick" was quietly behind him the entire time. He have felt his chilling presence speaking to his ears until he jumped back from the "enemy". 

"What the?! Who are you?!"

"He he he... Haven't your precious red friend ever warned you about me~?"

"So you're that scary looking maverick jerk that he told me about!"

"Precisely~ But enough of the meaningless introductions~ I've come here to have fun with you~" Approaching the incubus themed reploid, making his way to the youthful ward of the hunters. 

"W...What are you doing?! Step off from me!" He quivered slightly, reversing himself from his opponent while trying to gulp his pride whole. "Y..You're suppose to seduce women, not men!"

"You're correct, my young plaything~ But...." He teleported for moment. Seeing as kind of a magic trick, the former member of Red Alert was infuriated by that. But, giving him a chance to draw out his trusty Axl Bullets just in case the malicious "intruder" reveals himself again.

"All right. This is it. Time to take out some maverick tr-" Then, something very impossible has happened to him. He was interrupted by the disappearing individual, now visible, by placing his clawed hand upon his innocent cheeks. Rubbing them for a quick second until the touch has intrigued his interests.

"Ohh yes~ Your flawless face is so passionate, along with your delicious figure~ So hot~" He examined, circling his palms very slowly. 

"H...Huh...?!" He frozed. 

"Not only do I desire for females, but in secret, I love males as well~ That's why I found you, little boy~ Now, how about a little privacy to shield ourselves from this world~?

"Are you insane?! Why would I wanna date a-" Stopped once more with a hungry kiss had made the adolescent reploid dropped his weapons. Defeated by something very consensual that he had never seen before.

"Mmmmph! Mmmph!" 

"Mmmmmm~ Just try to relax~ And let go of your unwanted fury you've kept for so long~" Repelled the goth colored vampire, staring at his leaf colored eyes to hypnotize him. 

"Mmmmm...." At last, he was fully compelled to the deadly spell that Zero mentioned earlier. He tried to fight it off, but it too late.

"Good boy~ Now, let's retreat into a secret place to have our little mission together~ Forever~" 

"Yes, master..." 

Teleporting both him, along with his mind controlled captive to a darker basement cell underneath the base to continue their "battle" in peace, they can finally have a much more privacy zone to make some love. Setting the youngling onto the bed gently while pinning him down softly, he began to sip his longing kiss once again into a seductive way. 

"Mmm~ Mmmmm~ God, your lips are very tasty, but yet beautiful~ I love it when it shines brightly than a diamond~" He was fascinated by his pure and polished lips. 

"Mmmm..." The future hunter would conduct the same while hugging around his master's neck, giving into the lip mashing. Connecting both of their armored bodies with approach to began the intensive grinding. Gripped tightly of their embrace to never release each other or to be separated. Finally alone together, into the dark underground area filled with nothing but lights which will be activated automatically by clapping. But it's probably best to have them off for a special night just for two. 

Their anatomy would polish one another into a normal pace, meeting face to face. Or perhaps chest to chest. Jointed into a pleasurable condition as the demonic ice maverick tilted his head towards the thinly neck of the rambunctious prototype, running up and down of his snake like tongue to please him. 

"U...Unh~..." 

"He he he... You like that~? How about this~?" He downward his tongue a little further, all over his body, and mostly, his little private briefs. 

"Unh... Unh....!" The flustered expression has appeared in his face. 

"That's it, little man~ Let it all out~" 

"Unh.... Unh... Unh.... Oh man.... It's so good... Unh..."

He continued to taste more of the youthful newbie, onto the legs, even the chest and mouth. Then returns for a thirsty tongue on tongue action to juice up the peacefully mood. 

"Mmmph...." Moaned the pea shooting individual.

"Mmmmm~"

Their tongues were performing a tango during a kiss. Enjoying a perfectly evening at meek for a desirable dance. Dipping one of them after a dazzling twirl. Outside, the incubus would place his clawed hand upon the dual wielding lad's cute little buttocks for a casual spanking. 

"Ahh....!"

"Well, you have been a very naughty boy, Axl~" He said playfully, gripping it very hungrily.

"Ahh...! Yes, I'm a very bad boy, master..." He moaned again, but with an enjoyable act. 

"You know what happens to bad little boys~? They deserved a good spanking~" 

He then gives him a very good slap to the ass, not too hard but lightly. Patting it like a beloved pet.

"Mmm... More master..." Begged Axl. 

"That's more like it~ Yes, you may have another~" He rapidly punishes the tiny little rump. Just to give him more. 

This was his first special mission he had with the shadowed themed hunter unlike any kind. Thrilling and exciting for a boat load of duels awaiting for his call when it comes to danger. He asked for something dangerous, now it arrives to him and was purposely delivered. Endlessly lingering by his ice user's grasp, but an a lustful way. Flushing away his tired boredom along with the annoyed whining down the toilet for good. For the new memories of his new friends have replaced the previous one from his mind, straighteningly stored to inherit it forever. 

And finally, the true feud shall finally commenced. 

"Now then~ Are you ready~?" Questioned the winged hunter.

"Ready when you are, master." He replied, lending his neck closely to him with his dipped head. 

"Yeeeeeesssss~ I'm going to enjoy this more like I admire you~" He grinned, revealing his white diamond fangs for a scrumptious dinner. Axl was a little nervous, but not afraid to allow his mentor to seduce his sexy neck. Hissing very quietly with a purr, he gently bit it, inserting his fangs into the synthetic flesh. 

"A...Ahhh...."

"Mmmmm~" 

Like any other vampire whose patiently desperate for blood in order to survive, he is interest into necks. One of his favorite sexual parts of the body that will never cease to amaze him by the slightest. It really inspired his needs even more than talon his enemies with one strike. Plus, he even dreams in his slumber. And now, he finally had a chance to permanently suck on the thin yet strongly part of the new gen teenager. 

"Mmmmmmmm~ So sexy~" He moaned comely, wiggling the tongue to clean off the blood from the marks on his disciple's neck. 

"Ahhh..." He moaned yet again, puffing out a warm steam from his mouth. Enjoying his solo mission to the fullest than just lounging around at his post. 

"Mmm~ Your blood is so hyper and sweet~ I really appreciate it so much, Axl~" Licked the unknown maverick, who later showed his true identity by removing his helmet. The rookie gunner gasped, knowing it was...

"Zero!?"

"Hey, kiddo~ Liking your new mission~?" Said the pale blonde upperclassmen. The plot twist has shocked the scarred youth. 

"You're the unnamed maverick?!"

"That's right~ Just giving you a new lesson when this is all over~"

"No freaking way! I...I'm really sorry for kissing like that! It's not like me at all! I..." He was silenced by his friend's deep smooch as his forgiveness for the accident that occurred from the start. 

"Heh. Don't worry about it, you cute little runt~ Accidents happen sometimes when you're new~ So there's no need to get all apologetic about it~" 

"Well... You're right, Zero. Thanks for understanding." He cheered up.

"So~ Ready to continue our little private mission together, partner?"

"You know it, boss~"

And so, two hunters have resume their reconnaissance by kissing into the lips once more, making out in peace with the saber wielding senior's wings folded across them for a more comfortable terms. 

"Oh Zero~"

"Axl~"

"Zero~...." 

"Axl~....."

"Zero~...." He whispered.

"Axl~...." Same with the black crimson blond.

Tranquillity has comfort the town of Abel City during the return, free from the dreaded master and his army of mavericks pillaging amok by trying to scare humanity from the face of existence, all dealt with by the fearless Maverick Hunters. And not to mention Axl as well, the third hero that the world will look up to and will always count on. He may have lack immaturity unlike X and Zero, but has the potential will for caring about his trustworthy friends and saving everyone from certain devastation invading the earth. But for now, all is peace once again. And their thinks belong to the true hero for his bravery to protect mankind at all cost and his pure of heart. Thank you, Maverick Hunter Axl, for your limitless generosity and protection of all humans and reploids living in equality, as well as in harmony. 

The End

[melodiouswhite]

Stop shaming the victim!

I’ve been stumbling over some victim shaming posts lately and they make my blood boil. I will be talking about victims in literature that are being shamed, because if we talked about real life people, we’d be here all day.

1. Cinderella (Cinderella, traditional): I’ve heard a lot of stuff about Cinderella being weak and stupid. Yeah, I’m not making this up. They say that she is weak, because she doesn’t fight back or run away.

Guys … can you stop for a bit to consider her actual situation? Let’s talk about the Disney version here, because that’s probably the one you know best. First off, her parents are both dead, when her stepmother and stepsisters begin to abuse her and she’s still a little girl. So she has never learned how to defend herself. And then she has no one to protect her. Remember, she is a child in the prologue and an adult in the beginning of the movie. During those years, she has been humiliated, bullied and abused. At the first sign of rebellion, she is showered with more slave work than she already has. Cinderella doesn’t fight back or even run away, because she can’t! She has nowhere to run, nowhere to turn to and the only friends she has are the animals in the house! It’s a miracle she doesn’t go bonkers from all the bullshit she’s put through! She remains a kind and sensible girl. Despite all the mistreatment, she remains friendly and never holds any ill will against her tormentors. And that is not weakness. That is strength. And when she really wants something, she does speak up for herself. You know, when she asks to come along to the ball and reminds them that ALL single girls have been ordered to come and she IS a daughter of the house. Also, just a friendly reminder, this tale stems from times when women had nothing to say in their own matters.

So stop calling her a doormat and other bullshit like that.

2. Elizabeth Lavenza (Frankenstein, Mary Shelley): Yeah, there are actually people out there shaming poor Elizabeth. Why?! Why, goddammit?! She literally did nothing to deserve it! Some people complain, that she gets into the way of their yaoi. WHAT THE HECKITY HECK?! Why would anyone hate or shame a character, just because they ship their bf with someone else? That’s ridiculous! Also, she doesn’t deserve to be hated to begin with.

First off, Elizabeth is an Italian orphan, who got adopted by a wealthy family that in turn fell into poverty. Then the Frankensteins adopt her, not out of compassion or even pity, but because she’s pretty (I’m not making this up, read the novel) and because they think that she and Victor would totally make a cute couple (because that’s totally not creepy at all). So they grow up as siblings, even though they call each other “cousin” and are supposed to marry, when they’re old enough. If you think this is coercive, it’s because it is. The novel plays in the 18th century, when women had very few rights and the head of their family (usually father or husband) decides everything for them, usually without even consulting them first. So no one cares about how Elizabeth truly feels. It’s likely that she sees Victor only as a brother. It’s also clear, that she looks towards her wedding to him with mixed feelings. Of course the events of the book don’t help at all. She starts out as a cheerful, sweet girl, who believes in the good of the world. That faith is torn to shreds throughout the book: little William gets murdered, Justine gets framed and hanged for the crime (despite being innocent), Henry Clerval also gets murdered and all the while Victor is acting strangely, like he knows something, but he won’t tell her what the matter is. And then, on her wedding night, he leaves her alone and then suddenly, this giant, monstrous-looking guy is in her room and that’s the last thing she sees, before he strangles her to death and she doesn’t know why.

In conclusion: Elizabeth, just like Henry Clerval, is a cinnamon roll, who deserved better.

3. Sibyl Vane (The Picture of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde): Ugh, I fucking hate it, when a female character is shamed for not being a badass or simply a tough and independent woman. Sure, it’s desirable for us women to be strong and independent, but there is nothing wrong with being silly, innocent and pure! If you have a problem with that, DID YOU EVEN ACTUALLY READ THE FUCKING NOVEL?! Ugh! Now, there is a reason for Sibyl to be the sweet ingenue she is. Several ones, actually, and they’re good ones too.

First off, she’s barely seventeen, an actress and the daughter of an actress. The theatre is all she knows. And she knows that, she says so to Dorian, when he confronts her after her last, disastrous performance: “Before I knew you, acting was the one reality of my life. It was only in the theatre that I lived. I thought that it was all true. I was Rosalind one night, and Portia the other. The joy of Beatrice was my joy, and the sorrows of Cordelia were mine also. I believed in everything. The common people who acted with me seemed to me to be godlike. The painted scenes were my world. I knew nothing but shadows, and I thought them real.”

See that? She was raised in a fake world and thought it was real, because no one taught her about the outside world. Her mother obviously not, because she profited from her daughter’s innocence and her brother probably not, because he wanted to protect said innocence, like every protective brother. She’s a sheltered child, but that’s okay, because she's seventeen in Victorian London, where would have been expected to be nothing but innocent and sweet, and because she doesn’t know any better.

Then there is her suicide. She poisons herself, after Dorian brutally rejects her and I’m pretty sure that she doesn’t just do it out of heartbreak. She does it out of anger as well. She does it in a way that lets Dorian know that it’s his fault. Remember, Sibyl is an actress, so of course she would end her inner agony in the most dramatic way she knows, while also having a small, subtle revenge on the man, who broke her heart. I mean, a lot of girls get their heart broken, but most guys aren’t as brutal with it as Dorian is (especially, since this is the first time she experienced real emotion).

Have more respect and compassion for this little girl.

That’s all for now. I will add more characters, as I finish reading more classic literature. See ya.

[ayma-nidiot]

In the White Light - Prideshipping fanfic Chapter 21

Also on AO3.

This will most likely be the darkest chapter in the entire fic, complete with lots of crying and cussing. Fair warning, Rex and Bandit King Bakura are going to suffer a ton in this chapter. This is the last chapter with significant Shrimpshipping. I promise the Prideshipping will get more significant from here on out!

For me, the characters' suffering is exacerbated by the horrible PMS cramps and bloating I had while writing this chapter. I also often get the flu when I forget to brush my teeth for a while and I think I feel one coming on (I just brushed my teeth this afternoon). Not helped, of course, by my intense work schedule. T_T Yet strangely, I feel more on a roll than ever!

Also, the title of this chapter is homage to one of my favourite yaoi manga, Ikoku Irokoi Romantan, by Ayano Yamane. I forgot to mention, too, why Kaiba refers to Rex as "rabbit stew." That is homage to one of my other favourite yaoi manga, Crimson Spell. Also by Ayano Yamane.

Chapter 21 – To Heaven or Hell

“So now that we know your real name, we need to head back to the palace,” Téa proposed. “Kaiba could be in trouble…”

“I… I don’t think I want to go.” Yami Yugi moped while hugging his knees. “Besides, Kaiba is more than capable of fending for himself.”

“Come on, man, you’re the king for cryin’ out loud!” Joey pulled Yami Yugi off the ground. “You’re gonna let one little lover’s quarrel make you shirk your duties?”

“But-”

“Ya’ know what, screw what Anubis said! He’s dead! And anyway, did rich- I mean, Kaiba actually say that he’d rather be president of KaibaCorp than be your wife?”

“…You know, you’re right, Joey. It may be hard, but… This isn’t the first time that we’ve quarreled, and it certainly won’t be the last. As any good partner should, I need to learn to communicate.”

“Pharaoh!” Téa smiled.

“What are you guys doing just standing there?” Yami Yugi summoned his Curse of Dragon and got on it.

“Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about!” Joey mounted his Red-Eyes Black Dragon while Tristan joined him.

Tristan waited until they were nearly at the palace to speak his mind. “Say, guys? I noticed that those shrimpy brats weren’t with us the whole time.”

“Rex and Weevil, you mean?” asked Yugi.

“I just hope they’re not causing trouble at the palace…” Téa remarked. “Knowing those two, they’re probably- Oh my! The duel’s still going on?”

“Looks like a tag duel!” Tristan exclaimed, and his expression changed when he saw the half-shifted Weevil. “Whoa, it’s Spiderman!”

“Pretty sure that’s not what Spiderman is supposed to look like, Tristan.” Joey squinted. “Is that… It can’t be! Bug boy can transform like rich boy can?”

Red shadows and flames engulfed Weevil. He expressed no pain as he grew taller, becoming a gigantic spider that Yami Yugi remembered. “It’s that spider from the vision quest!”

“Raaaaa!”

As Weevil trampled onto the battlefield, charging towards Yami Marik, Rex looked to his Duel Disk. The Dark Effigy had disappeared, replaced by an even stronger monster card. “Weevil…” His gaze turned up to the beautiful creature his boyfriend had become. “This form… is amazing…”

“Aaaaaargh!” Four spider legs pierced Yami Marik’s body, and he died almost instantly.

“How do you like them apples?” Rex smirked at his only remaining opponent, who had uncharacteristically taken on a somber expression. “What’s the matter, cat got your tongue? Or should I say, spider got your tongue?”

“I thought I recognized you two!”

“Yeah, we’re the ‘brats’ who gave you back your Millennium Ring!”

“I’m talking about the past, you fool! You do remember the pharaoh’s vision quest, do you not? Doesn’t the spider look familiar?”

“Wh-What?” The truth finally clicked for Rex. “Now that you mention it, my rabbit form looked a lot like that rabbit, too. But what are you getting at?”

“I’m saying that just like Kaiba here, the two of you also had past selves. …Back when all of the High Priests were still alive, I used to be one of the royal family’s most hated enemies. They… They killed them all… They killed everyone in my home village of Kul Elna, just to make some fancy schmancy artifacts called the Millennium Items!”

“Bakura…” In a moment of weakness, Yami Yugi couldn’t help but feel sorry for the man.

“This is what started my war against the royal family. I wanted to steal the Millennium Items so that I may become pharaoh and overthrow the old one. And by my side the whole time were my most trusted thieves, Sia and Hu. As a bandit, I couldn’t bring myself to have compassion for another, not until those two orphans came into my life. Hu was an outspoken young man who had the ability to persuade anyone. Sia… He had a gift for writing and strategizing. He was my only equal in wits – so much that I had even named him as successor.”

“What happened to them?” Even a complete dimwit like Rex could feel empathy towards the Bandit King.

“In my desperation to destroy the royal family, I found another individual who hated the royal family as much as I did. His name was Anubis. I pleaded for his aid to kill the pharaoh, and in exchange, he asked for two strong individuals…” Bandit King Bakura’s breath hitched a few times. “So I offered to him Sia and Hu. But his experiments failed, and my only two friends had died… They died for nothing!”

“…” Kaiba couldn’t stand to look at Bandit King Bakura; even he felt tears coming on.

“And now… Now, I finally get to see them again!”

“What do you mean, ‘again?’” Weevil stood down.

“You…” The Bandit King continued to cry as he looked at Weevil and drew his next card. “Forgive me for what I’m about to do, Sia… No, Earthbound God Uru!”

“I… I’m a god?”

“That will be ‘was’ in a few seconds!” Bandit King Bakura played the card he just drew. “I play my spell De-Spell to destroy Archfiend Palabyrinth! Now history repeats itself!”

“What do you-” Weevil could say no more as his body and soul quickly began to fade. “Aaaaah!”

“You…” Rex fell to his knees and cried when Weevil had died. “YOU FUCKING BASTARD! What did you do to my boyfriend?”

“I got rid of the Field Spell he needed to survive… Hu, I’m sorry.”

“My name is Rex Raptor, you motherfucker! I’ll fucking make you pay!”

“Hey, calm down, rabbit stew!” Kaiba intervened, then turned to the Bandit King. “Bakura, in case you forgot, there are three duelists present right now! And right now, you’re looking at the one who’s going to kick your ass!”

“Priest Seto… No, I will be the one to kick your ass. You and your ilk… You took everything from me… You and the pharaoh will suffer in hell!”

“Please, like I haven’t been told to go to hell before,” replied Kaiba as he drew Polymerization. “I activate the special ability of my White Stone of the Ancients in my Graveyard to add a Blue-Eyes from there to my hand! Then my Assault Wyvern destroys your Battle Fader!”

“Rr...” Bandit King Bakura didn’t have any monsters on his side of the field or his hand.

“Then I tribute my Assault Wyvern to Special Summon the other Blue-Eyes in my Graveyard… Now, Blue-Eyes! Attack the Bandit King directly!”

“This physical pain… It’s nothing compared to what my people and I have suffered because of people like you!” After Rex didn’t draw anything that he could summon, the Bandit King slammed a monster onto his Duel Disk. “I summon Ally of Justice Quarantine in attack position! Good luck trying to Special Summon your light monsters now, Priest Seto. And…”

“Ah!” Rex had few words as the Bandit King’s gaze fixed on him.

“Good luck to you, Hu, in the afterlife… Ally of Justice Quarantine, attack Hu directly!”

“N-Nooooooo!” Pain seared throughout Rex’s body. “Weevil… Baby, wait for me… I’m coming… to join you…”

Rex’s death was the final straw for Kaiba, and he didn’t hold his tears back any longer. “Do you like torturing others, you monster?”

“Me? A ‘monster?’ Speak for yourself! Aren’t you the one who ‘destroys innocent souls’ every day? Even more so now that you are only one of three people who have retained their shapeshifting abilities to the modern world? And you plan to do it some more after you officially break up with the pharaoh and return to KaibaCorp? Also, you have no right to be sad about Hu’s death when I’ve known him for so long! Or… Don’t tell me that you’ve grown attached to someone other than the pharaoh or your younger brother?”

“Shut… up…”

“Make your next move! It will be your la-”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Kaiba drew the Blue-Eyes Shining Dragon. “I can’t summon my ultimate beast yet, but I can get rid of your Ally of Justice Quarantine with my Blue-Eyes White Dragon!”

“I won’t be defeated… Not by someone like you! I play the spell Jam Breeding Machine, and a Slime Token is summoned to my side of the field!”

“That’s it? A tactic that Marik tried on the pharaoh, and failed? Then I’ll set a monster and destroy that Slime Token with Blue-Eyes!”

“You’ll… never…. Aaaah! I play Pot of Greed! Then I’ll use De-Spell to get rid of Jam Breeding Machine so I can summon Brain Golem using the new Slime Token as a tribute!” Brain Golem, attack that set monster!”

“…What a dumbass you are, Bakura.” Kaiba didn’t bother to look at the card he just drew. “You just destroyed my last White Stone of the Ancients, which I banish to add the last Blue-Eyes White Dragon I need to my hand! Then I’ll activate the spell Polymerization to Fusion Summon my Blue-Eyes Ultimate Dragon!”

“That’s your ultimate beast?”

“No, my ultimate beast is…” Kaiba laid the Blue-Eyes Shining Dragon onto his Duel Disk. “Myself! Behold the Blue-Eyes Shining Dragon for the few seconds you have before it blasts you away! Shining Neutron Blast!”

Yami Yugi watched the final move of the duel, still floating from afar on his Curse of Dragon. “Kaiba… My love, well done.”

“So this… is how it ends…” The Bandit King looked to his arm; already, his hand had been consumed by the shadows. “I’m… finally dying.”

“Bakura…”

“What, you still have words for me, even now?” Bandit King Bakura gave a half-hearted chuckle. “What is it?”

“It’s about Anubis… I thought I’d let you know that the pharaoh defeated him himself.”

“He… He did, huh? Thank…. you…” So were Bandit King Bakura’s last words as his body and soul were no more.

Yami Yugi could hide no more, and ordered the Curse of Dragon down to Kaiba while his companions followed. “Kaiba!”

“Ph-Pharaoh…” Kaiba wasn’t prepared to face the man he loved. “And the rest of the Dweeb Patrol, too. You were watching the whole thing, weren’t you?”

“Er, most of it,” Joey answered. “We saw everything from when Weevil turned into a spider onwards.”

“Weevil… Rex…” Yugi, being the softhearted young man he was, cried. “They’re… dead, aren’t they? I know they were thorns in our sides the whole time, but… they really gave it their all in that duel! They didn’t deserve to die! Marik didn’t either!”

“Yugi…” Téa had begun to cry too, and before she could really break out in tears, she noticed Marik’s body glowing. “Hey! What’s happening to Marik?”

As soon as Téa took a single step forward, Marik not only moved, but he groaned. “Ugh…”

“Shit! That creep is still alive!”

Joey prepared to summon his Red-Eyes Black Dragon, and stopped when Marik managed to get on his feet. “What do you mean ‘creep?’ Where am I?”

“Hey, easy there!” Tristan ran over to Marik, and helped him walk to where everyone else was. “So… You’re the real Marik, right?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I am. My ‘other self’ is gone for good this time.”

“Wait, Marik. Before you continue…” Yami Yugi pointed to two beams of light descending from the sky and hitting the ground in front of them.

“Aaaaaah! More enemies!” Téa scrambled about, nearly slipping on a sand dune.

“Guess again, Téa.” Yami Yugi waited for the light to dissipate, and was certainly surprised to see Rex and Weevil again, both in half-shifted form.

“Ugh…” Rex’s vision was still blurry, but not enough to obscure his view of Weevil and his eight spider legs.

Though he was just as weak, Weevil had strength enough to give his boyfriend a hug. “Rex! Oh, my beloved… You’re alive…”

Rex returned the hug, pressing his rabbit paws into Weevil’s back. “Weeves, baby… I’m even happier that you’re alive, despite the hell we’ve been through.”

“I will go anywhere, my love, as long as it is with you. I’ll accompany you to heaven or hell.” Weevil stroked Rex’s rabbit ears. His upper spider legs trailed from there to Rex’s back, pulling him in for a kiss.

“Um… Do we really need to see this?” Tristan’s eyebrow twitched.

“Well, I kinda knew those two were together,” Joey remarked, rubbing the space underneath his nose. “After Duelist Kingdom, they were inseparable.”

“I’m more interested in how they’re still alive,” spoke Yami Yugi. “Perhaps in a Shadow Tag Duel, if a duelist dies, they will come back to life if their partner wins.”

“Speaking of Duelist Kingdom…” Weevil spoke when he had broken the kiss. “I’m sorry that I was such an embarrassment back then.”

“Don’t worry about it, man.” Yugi shook his head. “That’s in the past.”

“Was I… Did I do good today?”

“Weevil Underwood, you were damned awesome out there!” Joey bent down to ruffle Weevil’s hair. “I wish I could turn into an awesome spider… god… thingy too!”

“You see?” Yami Yugi squatted to Weevil’s eye level. “If you just believe in the heart of the cards and see the errors of your ways, you have the potential to be a great duelist.”

“And if it wasn’t for you, my evil persona would still be plaguing me,” Marik added with a bow. “I am forever in your debt.”

“…Yeah, I’ll have to agree,” Kaiba hesitated. “You’re quite the worthy rival to the pharaoh. After me, of course.”

“K-Kaiba…” Weevil could feel light tears in the corners of his eyes. “Thank you… so much… for saving Rex… Not even all the cards in the world are… worth as much as him…”

Joey waited a while for Weevil to say something else and grew concerned when he didn’t receive a response. “Weevil! No… No! Not after you just came back to us!”

Kisara and Mana knelt down to check for vital signs. After confirming that Weevil – along with Rex – was indeed alive, Kisara spoke, “Relax, Joseph. They’re alive. They’re just out cold and in need of rest.”

“Hahaha…” Joey wiped away his few tears. “I-I knew that!”

“Mana, you and Kisara will take these two to the palace’s infirmary.” Yami Yugi ordered. “The two of you will be responsible for caring for them. We’ll follow in a little bit, after I’ve told Kaiba what I’ve learned today.”

[dove-annarchie]

A Slow Damage headcanon theory compilation by Ann

It’s late and I’m supposed to write short stories instead of a long rant about a game that’s not even out. But after watching the Slow Damage PV another hundred times and seeing that the N+C fandom is kinda dead. I decided to add my little, possibly going to remain unseen theories/headcanons/speculations/guesses etc. for the fans waiting for something new.

Note that nothing of what I’ve written is to be taken at face-value, it’s just my speculation and feel free to correct me on anything or share your theories with me. Anything to make this agonizing period of waiting a bit less agonizing!

First, these guesses wouldn’t be as strong without @shinocchidesu’s text decode on the PV and the inverted sketches @bara-mink (sorry, for some reason i couldn’t tag you :C) made to get a new perspective on the images, and they look clearer!. Kudos to them!

To start this trip, I may warn you this is gonna be long as heck. Be prepared.

We’ve got to start with the ambience. N+C has something like a track record regarding crapsack worlds, dramatical murder and maybe false alkanet being the exceptions (and even then, Dmmd was dark as fuck despite the cheery, colorful world it was in). Togainu no Chi was a post-war dystopia, Lamento was a story in a world that was slowly dying, and sweet pool’s world was fairly ordinary but the darkness on the plot was the product of the characters’ doing.

Slow damage seems to be the game where both the characters and the world around them are grimdark as hell.

Taking the PV at face value, the characters seemed suspicious, the music and effects were unsettling and the background left an impression (at least in me) that nothing was fine. Looked kind of like a decadent city, or a red-light district, just an urban zone full of crime. If I had to compare it to explain myself better, think of Dragon Palace in Omerta Chinmoku no Okite (another BL, mafia themed VN).

(what looks like an urban environment in the pv):

(omerta’s dragon palace, for comparison):

A crime-filled ambience is an ideal place for a dark plot with troubled characters.

Moving along with the characters, we see 4 of them (at least if there’s not a hidden twin, clone or doppelganger). None of them look 100% sane to me. The flashing visuals and slightly off-key music and sounds are likely to hint that at us, or maybe it’s the kanji, for the Japanese-speaking people? They’re either very involved with crime, or their hands aren’t clean enough to disprove any guilt. At least for me, since these are my deductions.

Moving on, I’m going to talk about the people we see in the PV. Starting with:

My thoughts about him? When there’s crime, there should be cops. He looks like a detective or cop to me. He also seems to be middle aged, or older than the MC at the very least. Old enough to have been a father? Who knows. But he reminds me of Motomi (TnC) and Kiryuu (Omerta) for some reason. I’ll call him Kiryu for now.

The words deciphered by shinocchidesu in their post read:

Sins, guilt, depression, self-loathing, to hide something, mask.

If I tie this to his assumed position in the law, Kiryu must have committed a crime himself and/or gotten someone killed. It was either an accident or intentional, whether in a moment of weakness or fully aware of what was going to unfold. In any case. It seems like Kiryu desperately wants to hide it, or forget it. Or the disgust he felt with himself after doing it.

Affection, mercy, silence, determination to be…

What if his route is like a healing process, maybe not just for Kiryu, but also for whatever the MC went through before? Maybe by taking his route, if he has one, we can make him move on or remind him that the past is in the past, and that he can still find worthy things in his life (Like the MC?). he’s going to feel more positive with the MC around him, he may quickly take a liking to him. Maybe because he reminds Kiryu of someone from his past? Is being romanced by the MC like a chance to symbolically or internally fix everything that went wrong?

Next is…

My thoughts about him? Looks like the typical pretty boy every anime media must have. Longish hair? Check. More delicate face structure? Check. Mischievous smile? Check. He also seems to have piercings, or maybe it’s the rough lines of the sketches. I’m going to call him Shi for now, read the explanation ahead.

The deciphered words read:

Unrestrained, unstoppable pleasure, blood, bone, flesh, violence.

This doesn’t spell good.

I’m going to stretch my deductions a lot and state that maybe Shi was (or is) a cannibal, or a serial killer. I see him as a hedonistic fuck who doesn’t care about other people’s wellbeing as long as he’s having a blast. Maybe he was under the influence of drugs. All of this spells that Shi was an outright criminal, the kind of pleasure-seeking person who will go to the extreme just to feel new sensations, even if they’re morally wrong. Shi wants to feel thrilled, he has no barriers or chains. He’s a free man and not even the police can keep him from having his way. He’s sassy, brash, carefree and confident. Has a joyful and fun façade to hide his bloodthirstiness and the misery it caused him.

Or we can take the other side and imply he was being forced to be like this. Maybe he was part of a cult or a very toxic group who indulged in killing and intoxication. He’s used to this, even if he doesn’t want to be. Maybe the MC can help him withdraw from his passions or push him deeper into it while joining him. I still don’t have this clear.

Self-denial, build and rebuild, hidden aesthetic.

Shi lives very frugally. Because of his criminal status he has to constantly relocate, but it’s not like he has important things to leave behind. Much like Nine told Aoba in dmmd re:connect, Shi can build and destroy his (outer) world whenever he wants or needs to and he doesn’t lose much by that. The build and rebuild part can also apply to his possible murderous intents, since he destroys lives in order to build up his pleasure. Possibly being with the MC may inspire a desire to settle down, despite the risk, and having legitimate reasons to do the opposite. A possible bad end might be joining in the bloody debauchery and being dominated by Shi?

Next one…

My thoughts about him? A classic character; the kichiku megane. Other than Ugajin (also from Omerta) and the yaoi manga with that name, I cannot make any comparisons due the fact I haven’t seen many examples of this archetype. Unless he turns out to be a caring, if amoral sweetheart, I’m betting my cat’s life that he’s going to follow the trope to a T. Stoic, sadistic, cruel and uncaring, but smart, sophisticated, desirable and maybe hiding a very tiny good heart. He looks like a high-ranking criminal, or yakuza or mafia or I dunno, he looks not like a lowlife thug, but more like an evil hidden-in-plain-sight kind of criminal. He can afford to look elegantly amoral. It took me a while to give him a decent placeholder name, so I’m just calling him Kenji for now.

Let’s analyze his phrases.

To put on, not being himself, inerasable past, acted out truth, hatred towards their own.

This one’s a little more complicated to me even if it seems to be explicitly spelled out. Kenji’s self-hatred must stem from a typical traumatic experience. Maybe his family/race/clan/group did something awful and he was one of the few who regretted letting it happen? And that’s why he’s involved with crime? Because he sees himself as nothing but another apple that rot far away from the tree and he can’t do better than commit more crimes?. A little part of himself knows that while he’s scum, or at least related with the real scum, he didn’t commit atrocities like his kind so he can afford to be a little bit better. He desperately tries to distance himself from his clan, erasing his past and not wanting the horrible truth to be discovered. He doesn’t need to have a higher moral ground, he’s content with not doing horrible things directly. And he clings to that.

Cruel, thorough confrontation, continuous obsession.

Rule of three dictated these might refer to Kenji’s relationship with the MC. While MC doesn’t look like a career criminal, he’s still at the very bottom of the barrel, living in the crime-ridden urban settlement on a filthy studio (assuming he’s an artist). While Kenji can flaunt of being sophisticated and respected. If the kichiku megane aspect is played straight, Kenji won’t limit his cruelty with the MC, maybe seeing him as just another ruffian undeserving of even mere eye contact, much like he sees the people working for him. MC will keep clashing with Kenji, causing the yakuza to become enticed and attracted to the young (?) smoker. As if he’s “deserving” of him. I don’t have much else, sorry.

And finally…

Now let’s go with the hooded person, who I’m assuming it’s the MC, and if he isn’t and turned out to be the main antagonist or some shit like that, welp, then screech in my ear and call me Rachel.

I’m basing my guesses from the teaser images rather than the kanji.

The first one is simplistic. We see a person in a hoodie sporting a macabre smile, standing in the middle of a street with distorted figures which must be buildings. The colors are limited, classical red, black and white, aiding the macabre aesthetic of the picture. The black figures seem to sink onto the ground and lose consistency. As seen on the N+C website, the title of the game is written twice; once in white and then in black, right over the white katakana in an irregular way that may be meant to add to the “instability” of the image.

I don’t see much symbolism other that this being N+C’s way of saying “yo, we gon fuck your mind up but you gotta wait for it ;) also if you don’t speak Japanese then you’re doubly screwed fam”

The second one is more complex and gives us a very good look at the aspects and symbolism. We see the hooded person in much clearer detail. Looks definitely masculine (it’s a yaoi game, duh). He’s sitting on a stool, in a crooked posture, looking depressed and defeated, smoking while avoiding eye contact with the camera. Smoking was believed to reduce stress, but that was debunked a while ago, so he has pent up a ton of anxiety added to the usual problems with his already underprivileged lifestyle. Behind him there are numerous canvases (assuming he’s an artist, or at least a hobbyist) with a huge black one right behind his back, they show no images other than empty whiteness and some shadows, their meanings being that either he gave up, those easels are representing emptiness and gloom, he became disillusioned and he’s reflecting on stuff, or that there are multiple problems in his life that are unimportant or self-inflicted and thus cause him small amounts of misery but not to an extreme extent, and this one big black canvas right behind his back represents factor that started, prolonged or keeps fueling his bitterness and internal struggle.

I want you to save me./Do you want to be saved?

In a world of crime, a young man has the chance to make things right. Anything he could do may make things better or worse. Is he talking to himself? Is someone else asking him that? All the above?

By who? By me?

He’s doubtful and depressed. He started at the bottom and he’s still in the bottom (that was unintentional). But can he push his frustrations aside and face the music?

That concludes my analysis and helped quench my impatience a little bit. I should repeat that this is not to be taken at face value nor I’m saying this is 100% canon official information. It’s just another guessing game to see if I can give you an idea of what to expect. I dunno, I just wrote this for fun C: thanks for reading!

[chickpow]

Devour Me

Chickpow here: I found an old disc/floppy disc in my attic containing a lot of very old fanfiction from authors and websites that are either gone or taken down. I am not the author but I would like to share what I’ve found. if you find the author please let me know so I can credit them properly. Thank you and enjoy

Devour Me

 By: Hatti Lee* AKA Amalthea* AKA Saiyajin_Peach

  Authors Notes: Well, here we go again? Another Goku & Vegeta yaoi! Woo hoo! ^_^ In this one, Goku, or should I say Kakkarotto, is definitely OOC, but it’s all good. You’ll see. ^_~ I actually have this entire fic finished. Complete! I’ll be adding chapters weekly, but I may update faster, depending on reviews that is. Hint. Hint. ^_^ oh, and I welcome any and all reviews. Be it from just a fan or a flamer! It’s all-good here!

 Warnings: If you don’t already know, this is a yaoi fic, which means male/male intimacy. If you are uncomfortable with this, or if you’re just narrow-minded, I suggest you go elsewhere.

 Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own DragonBall Z or it’s characters, and, again, unfortunately, I’m not making any money off of this.

 Okay, if there’s anyone left? On with the fic?

   "Vejita, you know I hate pressing you with such matters, but you’ve recently turned twenty-four and are still without a mate?"

 "You say it as if I didn’t know." The prince interrupted with a sarcastic tone, rising from his throne.

 King Vejita simply shook his head. There was no point in arguing. He’d just have to be patient with this and hope that his only son didn’t take too long.

 Nappa stepped out of the shadows, following his prince out of the elaborate throne room and down several long corridors until they arrived at the training hall. He’d been serving the prince as a bodyguard since his celebrated birth. It seemed pointless to the oversized Saiya-jin since the prince was one of the strongest. It was even rumored that the prince was stronger than his own father.

 Nappa was tall with bulky muscles. He was loud, bald, and had a thin black mustache. Vejita could barely stand him, but Nappa was the closest thing he had to a friend. Motioning for the bodyguard to join him in a spar, the prince stepped out into an open area.

 Vejita was shorter than most with compact muscles. His ebony locks stood on end much like a flame. He was nearly a mirror image of his father. However, the king was taller with a thick mustache and short beard, and his hair had a more brunette tint to it.

 The prince found himself in a complex as he and Nappa began their daily spar. Ever since his twentieth birthday, the royals had been urging him to take a mate. But whom should he take? Every woman threw herself at the feet of the prince. He yearned for something more than a companion to bear his children. Besides, he’d been taught his entire life to avoid any and all weaknesses. Strength was everything, and women were weak. There were few that held any strength, but their blood was the rebellious type. He wanted a mate that respected and obeyed him. Of course, the royals could care less what kind of woman he chose, as long se he continued the royal bloodline. That’s all that mattered to them.

 "Sire!"

 Vejita snapped out of his thoughts in time to realize what he was doing. His teeth were bared, and he was on the verge of firing one of his most powerful ki blasts at the slow-witted bodyguard. The prince quickly powered down, straightening his posture.

 "Thank you, sire." Nappa said, bowing slightly. That had been close. His prince seemed to be frustrated and it was showing in their training.

 "How long have we been training?" Vejita asked, glancing around to see that the training hall was empty.

 "You don’t know?" Nappa asked, puzzled by his prince’s question.

 "How long?!" Vejita snapped, glaring up at the taller man.

 "Hours. It’s late." Nappa said, pressing a small button on his scooter to see the time.

 With that Vejita turned and hurried out of the empty hall, Nappa close on his heals. Like a dog. After a long walk, they came to another wing of the palace. The prince had been given the large section of the palace on his eighteenth birthday. It was practically a smaller version of the palace itself. It was made up of a mess hall, a training hall, and many rooms for elite soldiers and a few for slaves. There was nothing royal about the way it looked. It resembled the inside of a spaceship with metal walls, ceilings, and floors.

 Soon they came to a door with no markings to tell it from the many others. Inside was a large common room. Along the dull walls there were three doors, not including the one they’d just entered through. One door led to Vegita’s quarters, another to Napa’s, and the last led to a large washroom, which they shared.

 "Nappa, get me up before the suns rise." The prince said just before stepping into his private room, closing the door behind him. He wanted to get out of the palace before his father or any of the other royals found him. The last thing he needed was to be hounded by those bumbling fools.

 "Father, must we put up with these fools every single day?" Vejita said, resting his head in his hands, his elbows on the arms of his throne.

 "Yes," the king answered from his much larger throne, "There are treaties and threats to be made."

 The prince glared at the numerous slaves and soldiers. It all seemed pointless.

 "If you would just choose a mate and produce an heir, then there would be less work to do." The king said under his breath as he signed a tattered document.

 "I don’t want to talk about this." Vejita snapped, rising from his seat and storming out of his father’s presence for what felt like the hundredth time this week.

 "Nappa," the king snapped, causing the man to step forward rather than following his son out of the room.

 "Sire?" Nappa questioned, bowing respectfully.

 "Is the prince this way with others as well?"

 "I’m afraid I don’t understand." Nappa said, hoping the king was in a good mood.

 "Is he constantly this rude?" the king scoffed in a low voice.

 "Uh? Sire, Prince Vejita has been this way for years, but you’re right? He seems more frustrated lately." Nappa said, explaining poorly.

 "How do you mean?"

 "Well, when we spar, it’s like he forgets what he’s doing, and I find myself fighting for my life." Nappa said, remembering the most recent death match. In his thinking, the low-watt soldier didn’t notice the king waving his hand in a manner meaning he was dismissed.

 "Nappa! Get out of here!" the king bellowed, watching as the man slowly backed away before rushing out of the room.

 After roaming the palace for what felt like hours, Nappa found himself at a loss. The prince was usually always in either the large training hall, or his own smaller one. Finally, he gave up and returned to his quarters.

 "My prince, I’ve been looking for you everywhere." Nappa said, surprised to see Vejita relaxing on the dull couch in their common room.

 Vejita stirred at the sound of the loud voice. He’d been unable to concentrate on any of his usual training, so he’d retired to the quiet room, where he’d just about fallen asleep.

 A simple, "Hn," was all the bulky bodyguard got in reply, "Are you feeling well?" he questioned with concern, taking a seat beside his prince.

 Vejita had opened up only a handful of times in his entire life and each time had been with his faithful bodyguard. Nappa was only twelve years older, but to the prince, he was more of a father than the king was.

 "This mate nonsense is making me crazy. My father’s constant hinting and the royals always finding me and hounding me." Vejita said, finding himself standing and speaking in a louder tone than necessary.

 "Well? Why don’t you just choose a mate?" Nappa suggested. He’d seen the many Saiya-jin women who’d come to present themselves to the prince. They were all very beautiful.

 "Hn. And who do you suppose I should choose?" Vejita said in an annoyed voice, pacing the floor somewhat.

 Before Nappa could even think of an answer, the prince continued, "Every women proclaims to be faithful and obeying. I want?"

 "What do you want?" Nappa said, staring curiously at his prince.

 "I want? I don’t know? Honesty?" Vejita said through a sigh, plopping back down on the couch.

 Nappa could understand what his prince was going through. It wasn’t often that Saiya-jin chose mates. Of course, they all had their share of sex, especially with all the beautiful slaves around but to choose a mate was something different. That meant committing yourself to that one person for the rest of your life. First, two Saiya-jin decide to mate. Then, dominance was decided, it was usually always given to the male. Next, the dominant one marks his mate, making them one in body and soul. Of course, all of this took place while they had sex, sealing the bond. From that day forth, the two would share a link, a link that connected their minds.

 Nappa knew no other way to describe it since he didn’t know anyone who’d experienced it. It was a big decision, and not many had the qualities the prince yearned for. How could anyone be honest with royalty? When answering to a prince, you tell him what he wants to hear or you’ll find yourself dead.

 Over the next few weeks, King Vejita watched, as his son grew louder, ruder, and more frustrated. As he slouched in his immense throne, he considered all the things that could be troubling his son. Nappa had mentioned something of honesty. That didn’t seem to make much sense though. His son refused the simple task of choosing a beautiful woman to bear his children. Perhaps his son didn’t want to be tied down to just one woman, but that didn’t make sense either. Nowhere did it say that one must remain faithful to their mate. He’d never been faithful to the late queen, who’d died in childbirth. So, what could it be?

 As his thoughts wondered, the king watched as a translator stepped out of the throne room, a young male slave following him. It was obvious the young, weak looking Saiya-jin was a sex slave, judging by his behavior. It was extremely rare and somewhat degrading for same sex relationships to be made public. Royalty never did it.

 Maybe that was it! Perhaps his son was sexually frustrated? Perhaps he yearned for some male intimacy?

 "Nappa!" the king snapped, waiting impatiently for the oversized man to step forward.

 "Yes, Sire?" Nappa questioned curiously.

 "I’ve been thinking? I believe Prince Vejita needs a slave?"

 "But, Sire," Nappa interrupted, knowing that that wasn’t the problem, "Prince Vejita has many slaves."

 Eyeing the foolish bodyguard, the king growled, "I know very well my son has many slaves. Who do you think provides them?"

 "I? Uh? I?"

 "Baka? I was trying to say! I believe my son needs a pleasure slave," the king lifted a hand to silence Napa’s interruption, "Yes, I know he has pleasure slaves, but I plan to get him a male pleasure slave."

 Napa’s eyes grew wide, "Male? Why?"

 "This nonsense has to end. There is obviously a problem here. I can see no other reason than perhaps the prince is sexually frustrated." The king said, running a plan through his mind.

 Nappa knew well enough that this plan wasn’t going to work. The prince had said it himself. It wasn’t a problem for him to be mated? It was just the stressful decision of choosing the right mate.

 "Sire, I think that if you give Prince Vejita enough time, he’ll choose a mate."

 "Humph. Do you really believe that honesty bullshit he told you?"

 "Uh?" Nappa stuttered, not sure what his king wanted to hear.

 "What he needs, and what I believe he wants, is a male slave!"

 "But what if you’re wrong?" Nappa interrupted again.

 The king growled, glaring at the fool, "I’ll buy him several new female slaves as well, and I want you to keep this quiet." The king said, realizing that if this got out, his son would be far more than a little embarrassed.

 Nappa complied, stepping away as his king gestured with a wave of a hand for him to leave. It didn’t seem that the king was thinking straight.

  Chapter Two

  "Sire, welcome! It has been many months since your last visit." A skinny, pot-bellied man squealed.

 The king rolled his eyes at the man’s overdone enthusiasm. The shop was one of the largest, but rarely visited due to the new crises that have plagued planet Vejita. Stepping into the large shop, the king was reminded that the economic situation was affecting everyone. There were few slaves and all of them were women.

 "How may I help you today, Sire?" the man questioned, gesturing to the beautiful women.

 "Hmm? I think I’ll take the blonde and? The small brunette over there." The king said, gesturing to the two women he’d quickly chosen for his plan. He decided that it might soften the blow for his son if he were given a male along with two females.

 The owner quickly had an employee begin unchaining the two slaves, preparing them for sale, "Sire, I detect disappointment in your tone. Was there something in particular you were looking for?"

 "Yes, actually. I was looking for a male."

 "Ah," the owner said, his eyebrows rising high on his large forehead, "It is rare to have a male slave nowadays with the demanding need for soldiers, but I just so happen to have one!"

 "Well," the king interrupted, growing impatient with the man’s insistent gibberish, "Where is he?"

 "He’s in the back," the owner quickly ordered another employee to run back and get the slave in question, "However, Sire, he’s quite young."

 The king pondered for a moment, wondering what exactly he should do. He wasn’t about to run around, going from small shop to even smaller shop, but it wasn’t wise to purchase a slave too young; they often grew to be rebellious or hadn’t had enough training to serve properly.

 "How young?"

 "In the whereabouts of sixteen." The owner said, watching his king’s face closely, hoping for a sale.

 "In the whereabouts, huh? Whereabouts, meaning younger?" the king questioned, eyeing the conniving little man.

 "Ah? He could be a bit younger but not much," the owner said, shrugging. Just then, a tall lanky man stepped out of a doorway with a boy in tow.

 The king smiled at the boy’s fair skin and well-developed body, "Was he to be a soldier?"

 "I believe he was born a third class and trained hard to improve, but his mother died soon after childbirth and his father was killed in battle ten years ago. Until recently, I’ve allowed him to train in his spare time."

 The king nodded, "I see. What’s his name?"

 "Kakkarotto." The owner said, shooing his employee away.

 The boy was tall, but he was still shorter than the king. He was wearing a loose-fitting dull blue sleeveless gi tied with a white sash. His spiky hair, jutting out in several different directions, was the same raven black as his son’s; however, the boy’s gaze was fixed on the floor, as it should be, but the king wondered.

 "Let me see his face."

 The owner’s rough hand took hold of the boy’s chin, lifting his gaze from the floor.

 "Very nice." The king thought, admiring the thick spiked bangs and the liquid pools of ink the pale-skinned boy had for eyes.

 King Vejita smirked, "I’ll take him."

 Kakkarotto knelt quietly on the floor beside the two other slaves that had been purchased. They’d been placed in the king’s luxurious quarters just after arriving at the huge palace. He knew the two women on either side of him quite well. They were both in their late twenties and had been good friends of his at the shop; however, he didn’t dare say a word to either of them for fear of getting in trouble and being punished. The petite woman on his right was Chiisai. She was a brunette, green-eyed beauty with a mind of her own. The lovely blonde on his left was Hanna. She was a bit older than Chiisai but a lot more immature. Her figure was also more voluptuous than Chiisai’s. She fitted into the dumb blonde stereotype rather well.

 Stepping into his room, King Vejita eyed the three lovely beauties kneeling on the floor at the end of his king-size bed. Surprisingly, Kakkarotto seemed to be better trained than either of the women. His gaze never faltered from the floor while the other two sneaked an upward glance now and then.

 "I might as well let you know that all three of you will be a gift for my son, the prince." The king explained as he lifted his heavy armor and cloak from his shoulders.

 No more than an hour later, Kakkarotto remained kneeling in the exact same place. He almost couldn’t bear the sounds and smells that filled the room. The king was enjoying himself with both his friends at once.

 "Hmm? You girls go clean up and get dressed." The king said, gesturing to a side door that obviously led to a washroom.

 Kakkarotto could hear the faint sounds of cloth rustling and bare feet padding across the floor as the two gathered their clothes and exited the room.

 "Kakkarotto."

 Immediately, the boy stood, turning to face the direction of the king’s voice, keeping his gaze on the floor.

 Smiling wickedly, King Vejita ordered the boy to kneel before him, where he sat on the edge of the bed, "Suck."

 Kakkarotto grimaced at the vulgar order, but he’d heard much worse. He complied with the simple command, letting his gaze rest on the king’s semi.

 The king enjoyed the boy’s innocent touch, keeping his moans to a minimal. Surely his son would enjoy this one.

 Meanwhile

 "My prince, I’ve been searching for you." Nappa said, stepping into the smaller of the two training halls in the palace.

 "What is it?" Vejita asked in annoyance, pausing in his harsh training.

 "A while back King Vejita asked me why I thought you hadn’t chosen a mate."

 "And?" Vejita persisted; Nappa definitely had his attention now.

 "I told him how you just wanted to find the right mate, someone honest, but he misunderstood" Nappa explained, watching his prince’s expression.

 "What do you mean?" Vejita interrupted, his eyebrows knitting further together in annoyance. His father had no right to go behind his back to try and find a solution to a problem that wasn’t even his concern.

 "He plans on…"

 "Ah, ah, Nappa, don’t ruin the surprise."

 Both Vejita and Nappa looked up to see the king leaning against the frame of the large entryway. After a quick command from King Vejita, all other occupants of the training hall left.

 "What is this about, father?" Vejita questioned, his eyes narrowing as his father stepped further into the hall, gesturing for someone hidden to come into view. Slowly, two women and a boy stepped into the room, obviously slaves. The women were attractive enough, but it was the boy who caught his attention.

 "I bought these for you earlier today. Hopefully, they can relieve some of your stress. Then, maybe you can finally choose a mate."

 "Slaves? I don’t need slaves, father."

 "Yes, well? They’re a gift. Do with them what you like." The king said, winking as he left the hall. He hated coming to Vegita’s wing of the palace. It was so drab.

 Vejita knew exactly what his father had meant. "They’re a gift," meant that he had to keep them or face his father in a much more unpleasant mood.

 "Shit." The prince mumbled, glancing at Nappa.

 Hanna glanced up at the prince surprised to find that he was rather handsome. Glancing to the side, she could see that Chiisai had done the same and thought the same, judging from her reddened cheeks. They were such good friends. They even had the same tastes in men. Finding herself smiling, Hanna glanced passed the brunette to see Kakkarotto ever so quickly glance up at the prince.

 "Nappa, you should have warned me sooner. What the Hell am I going to do with these slaves?"

 "Sorry, Sire. I tried to let you know as soon as I could," Nappa said, placing his hands on his hips, "I guess you could just let them stay in the room with the rest of your slaves."

 "Hn. I guess," Vejita said, when he remembered that a boy was a part of the group of slaves, "Wait?"

 Nappa watched as his prince stepped forward, inspecting the boy. Perhaps the king was right?

 "What the Hell is this boy doing here?"

 Then again, maybe not, "That’s what I was trying to tell you. King Vejita thinks that you yearn for… For male…male intimacy."

 "What? My own father thinks I’m a fag? I guess he thinks that’s why I haven’t chosen a mate yet." Vejita said, starting of yelling and ending in his normal pissed off tone.

 "What are you going to do with him?" Nappa asked curiously.

 "Hn. He looks strong? Were you a soldier?"

 Kakkarotto flinched slightly when he realized that the question was being addressed to him, "I was goin’ ta be."

 Vejita smirked ever so lightly at the sound of the boy’s young immature voice. The slave was a bit taller than he was, but it was obvious that he was years younger.

 "I dislike the idea of a soldier being a pleasure slave. Nappa, I think I’ll spar with the boy. You can take the women away."

 "Yes, Sire." Nappa said, exiting the training hall, the two slaves following him. It was strange. Vejita never took a liking to slaves. He knew the prince enjoyed them now and then, but he rarely did anything else with them. Then again, he didn’t consider the boy a slave, rather a soldier. Who knew what the king’s ridiculous actions were going to cause.

 "What is your name?"

 "Kakkarotto."

 Vejita pondered the name. He’d never heard anything like it before. Usually slaves were named something relating to their appearance or behavior. (A/N: Chiisai translates to Small, and Hanna translates to Flower.) Kakkarotto was a warrior’s name.

 "How old are you?"

 Kakkarotto was so nervous, "I’m told I’m sixteen, but I think I’m closer ta fourteen."

 "I see," Vejita said, "Look up."

 The boy did as he was told, keeping his gaze on the prince’s chest rather than receiving punishment for looking his master in the eye. Kakkarotto was surprised by the prince’s size. He was small, almost petite, yet he was quite muscular and had an enormous ki. He was wearing a navy blue, sleeveless bodysuit and white gloves and boots, his tail wrapped tightly around his waist.

 "I’m guessing you know how to spar?"

 Kakkarotto quickly nodded, surprised with his master’s request. He complied, however, crouching down in a defensive stance.

 It had been several hours and the prince was surprised by the boy’s endurance. The young slave was strong, but he wasn’t that strong. He had no idea how the boy was able to continue. Vejita found himself short of breath, but Kakkarotto was breathing much more heavily. Firing a fairly impressive ki blast, the prince watched as it made contact with the boy’s chest, causing his lithe body to fly back about ten meters, where he fell and didn’t get up.

 "Hn. So, he finally had enough." Vejita said, smirking as he stepped over to the boy’s side. He was on the verge of unconsciousness, eyes squinted as he panted heavily.

 Kakkarotto had tried his best to please his master but wasn’t sure if he should try to win the match or not. Moments after he fell, he could feel strong arms lift him off the dull metal floor, cradling his body against a strong chest.

 Vejita didn’t know what to do with the boy. He needed medical attention, but how would that look for the prince to step into the med. lab with a young male slave in his arms?

 Instead, he carried the boy down the long corridor to his and Nappa’s quarters. Upon entering, the prince found that the bulky bodyguard had already gone to sleep. With a sigh of relief, Vejita stepped through the common room and entered his own private room, laying the boy on the floor. He quickly decided that wouldn’t do though. So, he lifted a blanket from his bed and spread it out just beside his bed. Then, he lifted the boy and placed him on the pallet, draping the same blanket he lied on around and over his blue-clad body.

 Kakkarotto calmed his breathing finally and opened his eyes when he felt someone lift his head and tuck a pillow under it. He was surprised to see his master, who was now standing and removing his gloves and boots, and then, climbing into his bed.

 Vejita snuggled down in his bed, glancing down over the edge to get a glimpse of the boy before he went to sleep, "Ah, you’re awake."

 "Hai, I’m sorry for causin you so much trouble."

 Vegita’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion. Then, he realized the boy was referring to the fact that he’d been unable to walk.

 "Hn. It’s fine. Go to sleep."

  Nappa awoke to the repetitive sound of the intercom in the common room. Slowly sitting up and wiping his eyes, the large warrior stumbled out of his private room and pressed a button on the small device that sat on a low table before the couch.

 "Nappa, Saiya-jin Elite." He said groggily.

 "Prince Vejita is to report to the throne room immediately." Came the voice of a young woman before cutting off the communication link.

 Nappa lifted his scouter from the table and placed onto his right ear. After turning it on, the time blinked in the upper right hand corner of the green-tinted glass that covered just one of the bulky bodyguard’s eyes. Nappa was surprised to see that it was nearly noon. Why hadn’t the prince reported to the throne room yet? The king had made it law that the prince show up in the elaborate hall every morning when the suns rose.

 Walking briskly across the room, Nappa entered the prince’s private room, which he soon discovered was empty. However, he did notice that there was pallet made on the floor beside the prince’s bed. He wondered if the boy had been the first person other than Vejita to spend an entire night in the prince’s private room.

 Forgetting the matter, figuring it must have been one of the new slave women, Nappa tromped out of the room; he had to find Prince Vejita as soon as possible.

 Kakkarotto flipped and ricocheted across the width of the small, dull training hall, flying towards his master. He didn’t dare put all his strength into the kick. He knew better than that, and even during these sparring matches his master insisted he participate in, he kept quiet and avoided eye contact.

 Vejita had awoke to the sound of light snoring, smirking as he looked down at the boy that slept beside his bed. They’d begun sparring before the suns had risen and yet, the boy was still going at it. It was much more than surprising.

 The prince pushed his curiosity of the boy’s powers out of his mind as he dodged the kick, punching the boy in the gut, causing him to double over.

 "Sire, I’m glad I found you so soon." Nappa said, stepping into the prince’s training hall, interrupting the training match.

 "Hn. And why is that, Nappa?" Vejita scoffed, turning his back on the boy who’d fallen to his knees.

 "You’re to report to the throne room immediately."

 Vegita’s eyebrows rose for a fraction of a second, had he forgotten? Pressing a button, the prince checked the time in the red-tinted glass eyepiece of his scouter.

 "Shit," he mumbled, baring his teeth, "Stay here with the boy. I’ll be right back."

 Nappa stared as the prince stormed out of the room. Then, he turned his gaze to the boy, who was kneeling on the floor, breathing heavily with a trickle of blood running down his chin. Nappa had seen the boy take the fierce hit and was surprised when he slowly rose from the ground, standing unsteadily but still, he was standing.

 "Were you the one that slept in Prince Vegita’s room last night?" he questioned, knowing he’d be in big trouble if the prince ever found out.

 Kakkarotto nodded. He knew he shouldn’t answer personal questions about his master, but his master hadn’t exactly given him rules and regulations yet. Besides, he didn’t know this man and feared his possible wrath.

 "Tell me what happened after I left."

 "We sparred, I lost, and he let me sleep on tha floor." Kakkarotto explained honestly.

 Vejita stepped into the well-lit room, sitting gracefully in his throne beside his father, "Sorry, I lost track of time."

 The king smirked, "And what were you doing that was so interesting that you forgot, for the first time I might add, to report here?"

 "Training."

 The king’s smirk instantly disappeared after hearing his son’s flat answer. He’d been so sure that the prince had slept in with his new slave.

 "How do you like the slaves?"

 Vejita growled quietly, knowing what his father was getting at; he decided to displease the presumptuous king, "To be honest, the women reminded me too much of whores."

 The king’s smirk returned as he signed an order to have an alien terrorist executed, "I see, and the boy?"

 "I must thank you, father. He’s quite exceptional."

 Mentally patting himself on the back, the king pressed on, "Exceptional, eh?"

 "Yes. He’s an excellent sparring partner. I’d have to say he’s even better than Nappa." Vejita said, fighting the urge to laugh as his father’s expression changed to that of surprise and then anger, "In fact, he’s surely the best sparring partner I’ve ever come across. I’m considering having an additional room built into my quarters."

 "Vejita! That’s enough!" the king snapped, "How ridiculous? He’s a third class Saiya-jin! How Excellent can he be?"

 The prince’s eyes narrowed, "Nonsense. I fought with little more than half of my strength. I practically went all out and killed him." He said, thinking allowed.

 "Humph. I’m hoping you won." The king mumbled, ordering a guard to show in the ambassador of a nearby planet.

 Vejita snarled, "Of course I won. He just has incredible endurance. A normal third class would have been killed."

 "You won, but he survived? That’s not saying much, Vejita. He’s a third class."

 The prince growled louder this time, rising from his thrown and marching out of the room, not so accidentally knocking a large amount of documents from several of the palace’s representatives Arms.

 Nappa watched, impressed as the boy stood in that exact spot, in that exact position, never once looking up or repositioning his limbs. He’d never seen such a well-trained slave, especially one so young.

 "Sire." Nappa said, bowing slightly as his prince returned.

 "Nappa, report to one of the engineers. I want another room built into our quarters. It doesn’t need to be very big. Just enough room for a bed and a closet."

 "Yes, Sire."

 Vejita waited until his bodyguard had left before continuing his training with the boy.

Devour Me By: Hatti Lee* AKA Amalthea* AKA Saiyajin_Peach

Apology: I'm SO sorry you guys! I know I promised to do this weekly at least, but it seems I'm late! Just to make up for it I'm posting TWO new chapters!!!! Aren't I sweet? ^_^ Okay, if there's anyone left, on with the fic

Chapter Four

Several months passed and the prince was surprised that Kakkarotto remained the perfect slave. The boy never spoke unless spoken to, never made eye contact, and did as he was told. Time usually changed slaves but not this one. A room had been added just as he’d ordered, and the boy lived with them. He never left his room unless told to. Vejita had learned that the hard way. He’d forgotten about the boy for nearly two days, but was reminded of his presence when he’d heard a loud rumbling. Turned out the boy had quite the appetite. That seemed to be the only thing the boy hadn’t been trained to do, to eat properly. He never asked for food and when given it, he never complained or asked for more; however, there was never a need to worry about him not cleaning his plate. The boy ate everything placed before him at record speed. Vejita couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought as he lie there in bed. His father and the royals were still bugging him about choosing a mate, but he was no where near as stressed about it as he’d been before. "Sire, I’ve been ordered to help out with the purging of the planet Dreek. Ill be back in a week." Nappa said, interrupting one of the many sparring matches of his prince and the boy. Vejita nodded, "Very well." With that, the bulky bodyguard tromped off, leaving the prince and Kakkarotto alone in the small training hall. Vejita leaned against one of the dull gray walls, sliding down until he was sitting cross-legged on the cool floor. "Come over here and sit." Kakkarotto quickly obeyed his prince’s order, taking a seat beside his master. "Why are you such a good slave?" the prince asked, more to himself than to the boy. "I, uh I dunno." Kakkarotto stuttered. What was his master getting at? He’d been trying his best under the circumstances. "Tell me how you came to be a slave." Kakkarotto swallowed nervously, "My mom died when I was a baby. My dad left me with a few of his slaves I was four when they told me he died purgin a planet for tha king. The slaves were givin freedom, but they didn’t have any money. So, they sold me into slavery." "Hn. I see," Vejita said, considering every detail of the boy’s story, "And you were born a third class soldier?" "Uh-huh." "Then, why are you so much stronger? I’d say you’re practically an elite." "Well I was told that I only recently was allowed to train" "But?" Vejita said, urging the boy to go on. "But I’ve been training ever since I can remember, and after my fathers death, I trained even harder." Kakkarotto explained. "I see. One thing that bothers me; why don’t you address me as master or sire like all the other slaves?" Vejita questioned, growing fond of the boys presence. "I don’t wanna displease you," Kakkarotto said, blushing before he continued, "I’ve been waiting for you to give me all tha rules ta bein your slave." "Hn. Well, I think it’s pointless for you to even call yourself a slave. I should make it official; you’re a soldier." The prince said, staring at the opposite wall of the empty hall. "Please, I’d rather be your slave." Vejita looked back to the boy, surprised, "You want to be my slave?" "If that’s okay" "I have a better idea," Vejita said, unsure of what he was about to do, "I enjoy your company, but I dislike slaves. I don’t want you a soldier either though. You’d be sent on mission after mission and I’d never see you. How about you being my Friend?" The prince saw his answer when the boy began blushing and smiling like an idiot, "However, to everyone else, you’re my slave. Got it?" "Hai." Kakkarotto answered, grinning uncontrollably. "That means you can look me in the eye." Vejita said, taking the boy’s chin in a hand and lifting his gaze until their eyes met for the first time ever. Kakkarotto gasped. It was nothing like he’d expected. His master’s eyes were as deep and black as his own, but the prince’s held more pride and arrogance. Vejita was surprised to find the boy’s eyes so similar to his own. There was much more pain and strength there, however, and he didn’t miss the fact the Kakkarotto cheeks were glowing with a radiant blush. "And when we’re not in the presence of royals, you may do as you like. Call me what you like, look where you like It makes no difference to me, but always remember I’m the stronger. I am the prince." Kakkarotto was nodding furiously, grinning like a loon. Finally, he was unable to contain himself and lunged forward, throwing his arms around the stiff prince. Vejita was thrown off guard by the sudden closeness. As mentioned before, Nappa was the closest thing he’d ever had to a friend. Mostly he and his bodyguard had sparred with one another, every now and then having conversations about anything of real importance. His sudden urge to become so close, mentally and at the moment, physically, was beyond him. He just knew it was something he needed. Only several days had passed and the two were inseparable. Many of the local soldiers and slaves that inhabited the palace were amazed with the closeness of the relationship. The shy slave boy they’d seen in the corridors had become a whole new person. He was constantly going on about one thing or another, and he turned out to be quite playful. "Jita, you Wake?" the boy questioned, pressing an ear to his master’s bedroom door. Suddenly, it slid open, a groggy Saiya-jin prince standing before him, wearing only a pair of navy blue spandex pants. "Morin." Kakkarotto said cheerfully, grinning like fool. "Hn. What time is it?" Vejita said, stepping into the common room and taking a seat on the dull couch. Wiping his eyes with one hand, he searched for his boots with the other, feeling around his feet and under the coffee table. "Breakfast time. I’m starvin!" As if on cue, the boy’s stomach rumbled loudly. Taking a seat next to his master, he smiled, "Wanna go get something ta eat?" "Figures. All you ever think about is food." Vejita said dryly, continuing his search with both hands now. Kakkarotto leaned forward, his nose practically coming into contact with the prince’s as he reached under and passed Vegita’s legs. "NЕ Nani?" Vejita said, suddenly wide-awake. Was Kakkarotto going to… "Here," the boy said, pulling forth a pair of white boots and holding them before Vejita face, "Now, common I’m starving." "Hn," the prince growled, yanking the boots from the boy and slipping them onto his feet, "Yeah, I heard you the first time. Let’s go." He said, rising to his feet and wrapping his tail around his waist. Once in the mess hall, the two Saiya-jin sat alone at a small round table. Soon a female slave of a strange species served them large quantities of food. Normally, so much wasn’t given to just two warriors, but the woman must have seen Kakkarotto coming. As usual, they ate in relative silence. There wasn’t much that could be said while the boy was stuffing his face. Finally, they’d both had their fill. Leaning back in his chair, Kakkarotto patted his full stomach, "Mmm That was good." "Yes So, ready for a spar?" Vejita questioned, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the table. He knew better than to think that the boy wouldn’t be able to fight at such an overstuffed state. He never needed a moment to digest, and it seemed to speed him up rather than slow him down. The prince, on the other hand, had never been able to consume that much in the first place. "Nnn Jita, I’m sleepy now." Kakkarotto said, whining somewhat as he retied the white sash around his waist, tightening his blue gi. Vejita faltered for a moment at the way his name had sounded coming from the boy, "Sleepy?" "Hai. I couldn’t sleep last night. Ya really kicked my butt," Kakkarotto could see that the prince’s mind was fumbling with an apology but unable to say it, "Don’t worry Bout it I just haven’t recovered enough to spar like that again so soon." "I know." Vejita snapped. Why was the boy being so sweet? He hadn’t been on the verge of apologizing to a third class, had he? "Wanna go back to our room?" Vejita shook his head for a moment, not understanding, "Why?" he asked, unsure of why the boy wanted to go back to their boring room. "Please, Jita I’m sleepy" Kakkarotto said, yawning, causing his eyes to water up as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table and his head in his hands. Vejita couldn’t refuse those cute puppy dog eyes, "Come on, Chibi" he said, almost smiling. Together they walked through the corridors littered with soldiers here and there. Kakkarotto walked several feet ahead of the prince, his bare feet padding the metal floor, his tail hovering behind him. Once they’d reached their destination, Kakkarotto had plopped down on the couch, lazily stretching out on his stomach. Vejita closed the front door and, oddly enough, decided to relax on the couch as well instead of the two empty cushioned chairs that remained. There was a small space between Kakkarotto head and the arm of the couch, Vejita fond himself bored, "Are you asleep?" "Nnn Not yet," Kakkarotto mumbled, repositioning, surprised to find the prince so close, "Jita?" he questioned before smiling and scooting up until his head rest in his master’s lap. "Baka What are you doing?" Vejita asked in a slightly more-than-upset tone, blushing heavily and baring his teeth. Luckily for him, Kakkarotto didn’t notice his embarrassment. "You make a good pillow." The boy teased, his eyes closed in exhaustion. "Hn." The prince answered, his embarrassment having faded away as he leaned his head back, closing his eyes as well. "You know, Kakkarotto, it’s like you’re a totally different person." Vejita said, keeping his eyes closed. "Nah, this is how I’ve always been. It’s just been a long time since I’ve been able to be me." Vejita opened his eyes at the feel of the boy nudging his thigh with his head as he repositioned himself again. Soon, he stilled, and the prince closed his eyes again. Before long, they were both fast asleep.

 Devour Me By: Hatti Lee* AKA Amalthea* AKA Saiyajin_Peach AKA Saiyajin_Peach_18

Apology: I'm sorry for doing this everyone, but it seems that Fanfic.net went and erased all my fics along with all my wonderful reviews! *Holds back the tears!* I was no longer able to log on, so I just re-registered. I hope no one gets too confused. Okay, if there's anyone left, on with the fic

Chapter Five

A little more than a week later, Nappa stepped out of his space pod, stretching as he looked up at the darkening sky. They’d taken two days longer than expected. The king wasn’t going to be happy about this. Several other soldiers joined Nappa as the walked silently to the throne room. "Ahh So, you finally decide to return. What took so long?" Nappa stepped forward, bowing, "Sorry, Sire. The inhabitants were stronger than expected. Our scouters were next to useless." "Still all your men managed to survive?" "Yes, Sire." "Very well. Dismissed." Nappa straightened his posture and strode out the small side door. Now he had to find Prince Vejita. It didn’t take long. He found his prince and the boy training in the large training hall near the throne room. Vejita stopped the spar, turning to his bodyguard, "Welcome back, Nappa. Everything went well?" The slow-witted soldier was surprised by his prince’s tone, "Yes, Sire. However, I thought I’d let you in on a rather useful technique I witnessed on Dreek." Now the bulky man had his attention, "And what is that?" "It seems that the inhabitants were able to hide their ki from the scouters." Vegita’s eyebrows lifted for an instant in surprise, "What a useful little trick. Have any of you picked it up yet?" "No, none of us were able to." Nappa answered, noticing that Kakkarotto seemed to no longer be the slave he used to be. The boy was looking about, making eye contact with him, and obviously listening in on the conversation. "I wonder how,” Vejita mumbled. "But you never use all your strength against me" Kakkarotto stated innocently. "Yes, but a scouter can still pick up on my full ki." The prince answered as he continued to ponder the skill. "Can you sense ki?" the boy asked, curious now. Nappa stared in amazement. He had no clue what was going on. The two were conversing as if they were siblings; however, he remained quiet as to not upset his prince. "Not without a scouter. No one can." Vejita said, eyeing the boy. "Well, I can. I sense ya right now. That’s how I know ya don’t use all your strength when we fight." Both Nappa and Vegita’s mouths fell open, though, the prince recovered much quicker, "And, can you sense others?" "Course." "Nappa, give me your scouter," Vejita snapped, taking the device from his bodyguard and putting it on, pressing a few buttons, and turning his attention back to the boy, "This says you have a ki of 1500." "1500? Is that good?" Kakkarotto asked, his head tilting to one side much like a dog. Vejita smirked, "Mines at 60,000." This time only Nappa’s mouth hung open. The prince had never revealed his power level to anyone. Now he was curious of the king’s power level. No one knew which of the two were the strongest. "60,000? Is that a lot higher?" Vejita frowned, just now realizing that the boy was as uneducated as he proved, "It means I’m forty times stronger than you." "That doesn’t make sense. I’m almost tha same as you." "Nonsense! Unless You’re able to hide you ki from the scouter" the prince said, mumbling the last, "Then, why do I defeat you so often?" " Cause it would make ya mad if I beat ya. I don’t wanna have ya mad at me." The boy said, almost pouting. "Hn. Fight me right now With everything you’ve got, and that’s an order." Swallowing hard, Kakkarotto stepped out into the middle of the large, empty hall, nodding. Nappa watched in amazement as the two began their match. It seemed the boy had been right. They were nearly equal, though it was obvious that the prince had more experience and skill. The boy left his guard open too often, and if the prince were fighting as ruthless as he normally did, the boy would be seriously injured. Vejita jerked the scouter from his face, tossing it to the floor. They’d been fighting for nearly an hour and it seemed Kakkarotto had been right, but the scouter had never indicated his ki going above 1500 the entire time. "That’s enough," he said, straightening his posture, "Tomorrow I demand you show me how you do it." Kakkarotto stood straight as well, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back a hand. He nodded, noting his master’s stern tone. Without saying a word, Vejita turned and started towards the exit. "I didn’t make ya mad, did I, Jita?" he questioned, jogging to catch up. Suddenly, a fist made contact with his jaw and he went sailing backwards, landing unceremoniously on his behind. Vejita turned on his heel, "Nappa! What do you think you’re doing?" he bellowed, going immediately to the boy’s side. Kakkarotto was clutching his jaw with both hands when Vejita extended and arm, offering a hand up. The boy took it without question. "Enough! No need to go on like a baby." The prince said, almost chuckling at the boy’s whining. Then he remembered "Nappa???" "Uh, sorry, Sire. The boy had ill-addressed you. I thought it was law to punish slaves for-" "Its fine," Vejita interrupted, "Just Don’t do it again. I’ve given Kakkarotto permission to behave how he likes." The bulky bodyguard felt that the day would never end in surprises. The prince seemed to be less frustrated and kinder. Nothing noticeable by others, but he’d spent so much time with the fiery Saiya-jin, that he did. Maybe the king had been right after all. Maybe some kind of sexual lust the prince had been unaware of was being fulfilled; however, he’d heard upon arriving that he still hadn’t chosen a mate. Nappa decided not to worry over it as they came to their room. All would be revealed in time. Nappa awoke early, having set his scouter to go off much like an alarm clock. He flung a bulky arm over the edge of the small bed, his fingers searching wildly for the device. Nappa sighed before deciding not to smash one of his last scouters in his large hand. Before long he was tromping through the common room, soon learning that neither Prince Vejita nor Kakkarotto were there. It didn’t take long for him to find them though. Breathing heavily, Kakkarotto bent, resting his hands on his knees, "I’m too hungry to fight anymore." "Is food all you ever think about?" Vejita said, earning an adorable grin from the boy. Adorable? Where the Hell did that come from? "Sire, shall we get some breakfast?" Nappa said, stepping into the doorway of the dull training hall. Kakkarotto all but sprinted down the few corridors that led to the mess hall. Soon all three were seated at a round table near the entrance. Nappa was somewhat amazed at the speed in which the boy inhaled his food. His prince didn’t even seem to notice. "Kakkarotto, really You’re going to choke or something." The prince said, speaking loud enough to be heard over the ruckus of quite a few other warriors. Chuckling, the boy gulped down the last of his large meal, leaning back in his chair while rubbing his overstuffed stomach with both hands. "Have some dignity." The prince mumbled, smirking. Almost smiling. "Sire, I really don’t understand" Nappa began, only to be cut off when his prince suddenly stood. "Let’s get back to training." Nodding, Kakkarotto stood, following his master out of the less crowded mess hall, leaving Nappa alone at the table. "Jita, I don’t think Nappa likes Me." "It doesn’t matter." The prince said as they took their places opposite one another in the larger of the two training halls in the palace. "I’m tired of training. Can’t we do something else?" Vejita straightened his posture, growling lightly, "Stop whining. Saiya-jin doesn’t whine." They’d been training for hours and had finally accomplished their goal. It had been nearly a month since Vejita had insisted Kakkarotto teach him this new technique that only a handful of Saiya-jins had even heard of. The prince was finding himself capable of picking up ki like a sixth sense. It was hard at first, but he was finding himself able to do it better and better the more he did it. It seemed the boy had been right. They were nearly equal in strength. Kakkarotto sighed, letting his arms drop limply to his sides. Without a word, he let himself fall backwards, bumping his head, lying flat on his back. Vejita almost gasped and hurried to the boy’s side. Kakkarotto chuckled when the princes upside down face came into view. "Please" "Fine," Vejita said, smirking down at the fool, "Just stop whining." The boy jumped to his feet, nearly knocking his master over, "What are we goin to do?" he asked excitedly, only getting a shrug in response. Vejita was finding it harder and harder to entertain the boy. His life consisted of training, eating, and sleeping, and in that order. Kakkarotto always wanted to "do something." He considered going outdoors, but soon changed his mind. He didn’t want his father to see how he allowed the boy to behave. Plus, it was dangerous outside. Kakkarotto was far too innocent and curious. If he turned his back for a moment and the boy wondered off, he could be stolen and sold into slavery again. These were desperate times. The rich were extremely rich, and the poor were extremely poor. Of course, nothing was going to be done about it. Who cared if a few poor Saiya-jin starved? Vejita hoped he’d never be king. He hated being prince. If it were that easy, he’d just leave, but where would he go? Snapping out of his thoughts, he began walking towards his quarters with Kakkarotto in tow. Their little naps were becoming more and more often. Now they were up to once a week. Stepping into the dull room, Vejita kicked off his boots and slid onto the couch, stretching out before relaxing. Kakkarotto stared in amazement. He’d noticed his master’s grace in battle, but this was different. It reminding him of some sort of elegant, sleek panther. Suddenly he had an urge to be closer to his master, to have some sort of contact. The boy snapped out of his trance and hurried over to the roomy couch, kicking off his boots before taking a seat near Vegita’s feet. Carefully, he swung his feet up onto the couch until they were behind his master. He too stretched before relaxing against the prince. Vejita opened his eyes at the feel of the boy’s entire body pressing against his own. Lifting his head, he could see that Kakkarotto was already asleep, hugging his bare feet to his chest as if they were a teddy bear. The boy’s hold was so gentle, his skin so warm. He’d never really thought about it before, but Kakkarotto was quite the specimen. He had pale ivory skin, ebony locks, and large eyes like inky windows into his soul. The boy’s soul had to be his best quality. So innocent and pure as if he’d never had an evil thought in his entire life, even though he’d been raised to be a pleasure slave. The prince closed his eyes, letting himself slip closer to sleep. Still, Kakkarotto invaded his thoughts. The boy was just so perfect. Even his physique was idea, as if he’d been chiseled to perfection by the Gods themselves. He was pretty much finished growing, standing at least a foot taller than the prince. Even after his years of training, he held a somewhat small frame instead of growing bulky and oversized. The prince smirked as his thoughts took a new direction: The boy had compact muscles like himself, thin waist, narrow hips, and a delicious looking ass. He obeyed, respected, and was honest with his prince. Actually, he seemed to be the ideal mate. Vegita’s eyes flew open at the thought. Where had that come from? Why was he thinking like this? He wasn’t a faggot! There was nothing wrong with noticing beauty in a fellow warrior. Beauty? Sighing, Vejita tried not to think about any of it. The more he thought, the more he confused himself. Soon, he was fast asleep. Kakkarotto grinned. He could feel the emotions radiating from his master. They were so strong they nearly overwhelmed him. They were friends. The electricity in the air foreshadowed something stronger than friendship, but Kakkarotto shrugged it off. He knew of no such thing, however, he was glad he had Vejita. The arrogant prince was the only person who’d ever been kind to him.

 Devour Me By: Hatti Lee* AKA Amalthea* AKA Saiyajin_Peach AKA Saiyajin_Peach_18

Authors Notes: Well, here we go again Another Goku & Vejita yaoi! Woo hoo! ^_^ In this one, Goku, or should I say Kakkarotto, is definitely OOC, but its all good. You’ll see. ^_~ I actually have this entire fic finished. Complete! I’ll be adding chapters weekly, but I may update faster, depending on reviews that is. Hint. Hint. ^_^ Oh, and I welcome any and all reviews. Be it from just a fan or a flamer! It’s all good here! Warnings: If you don’t already know, this is a yaoi fic, which means male/male intimacy. If you are uncomfortable with this, or if you’re just narrow-minded, I suggest you go elsewhere. Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own DragonBall Z or it’s characters, and, again, unfortunately, I’m not making any money off of this. So, please don't sue me! It's not like you'd get much anyway! ^_^ Thanks: Wow! Thanks for all the wonderful reviews! I didn't think I'd have this many especially since FF.Net went psycho on me! So, here's chapter six three days early! ^_^ Aren't I a sweetie? ^_^ Okay, if there's anyone left, on with the fic

Chapter Six

A month and a half later, the king was disappointed to see that his plan had backfired. Something was wrong. Something was terribly wrong. If he didn’t do something soon, his son would kill all of his palace guards. Nappa raised his head at the sound of his name being called, "Yes, Sire?" The king motioned for his son’s bodyguard to come close, and he did, "How’s my son?" "As frustrated as ever, Sire." "I don’t understand. Has he enjoyed the slave?" "The boy?" The king nodded, waiting impatiently for the slow-witted warrior to continue. "I don’t think so, Sire. Prince Vejita made it clear that he isnТt homosexual." "I see. Then, why was he so calm those many months when I’d first given him the slave?" King Vejita questioned curiously, his brows knitted in confusion. "It seemed they’d become friends, like brothers even, but now Prince Vejita is back to his old self again. I don’t know what happened." "Very well." The king muttered, waving Nappa away, watching as he retreated out of the room. This was getting ridiculous. He’d somehow convinced the royals to leave his son alone for a while, but now they were hounding him. Something had to be done. "Prince Vejita?" Kakkarotto sat up quickly to the sound of knocking. He rose from the couch and went to the door, opening it to see a short, pale blue creature. "Where is Prince Vejita?" the obvious guard asked in a feminine voice. Kakkarotto didn’t know how to behave. He hadn’t been addressed by anyone other than his master or Nappa in so long. So, he just stood silent, fearing to be punished. The guard was pleased; he’d found one of the prince’s slaves, "Inform Prince Vejita immediately that the king requests his presence at council along with his slave Kakkarotto." Kakkarotto lifted his gaze and watched as the small guard trotted off. He had to find his master. This seemed to be important. His stomach was tense as he ran down the corridors to the prince’s training hall. He didn’t want to see the king again. Memories flooded into his mind of the last time he’d seen the king. "Jita?" Kakkarotto said as he barged into the room, barely dodging a ki blast. Vejita growled low in his throat, "What is it?" Seeing the boy reminding himself of his frustrations. Everything had been so crazy lately. At first he’d been so eager to spend every second of his time with the boy. Now that he understood why, he’d been avoiding him, ordering him to remain at their quarters. Kakkarotto visibly cringed at the sound of his master’s tone; "This guy said you and me are supposed ta go to council immediately." Vejita wanted to smirk at the boy’s difficulty in pronouncing the last, but the message had already sunk in. Council. Something was wrong when you were ordered to go to council. "Very well. Let’s go." The prince said as he began his walk to the south wing followed closely by Kakkarotto. It seemed the boy had suddenly become the perfect slave he’d once been when they’d gone far enough into his father’s wing of the palace. Now that Vejita thought about it, Kakkarotto had only ever been in his wing and the royal training hall. Surely he wasn’t scared, was he? What was there to be afraid of? With a quick glance, the prince’s guess was confirmed. The boy was obviously nervous. His hands were fidgeting and it seemed his mind was battling as he tried to decide whether to slip back into slave mode or remain as Vejita had ordered him. Finally, they came to a large set of double doors made of a rich chocolate wood. Two insignificant guards opened the door for his Royal Highness and the slave. As they stepped into the room, Kakkarotto slipped back into slave mode out of fear. From what he could see, the room was well lit with large rectangular table taking up most of the space. He couldn’t see how many, but there were many chairs with many royals occupying them. As they stepped closer to the well-polished table, obviously made from the same wood as the doors, Kakkarotto could see that notes and documents littered its surface sporadically. Everyone’s attention turned to the prince as he entered the room. Quickly, all but King Vejita rose from their seats. "Have a seat, my good prince." An older man offered, gesturing to a large chair, not as large as the king’s, however, at the end of the table, just opposite the king. "What is this all about?" Vejita questioned with a scowl on his face. "Let’s keep calm now, son. The council has decided to meet over the issue of you choosing a mate." King Vejita said, watching as his son’s eyes narrowed in anger. Vejita was fully aware the moment the word "mate" had left his father’s mouth, and he noticed all too easily that Kakkarotto, who was standing at his side, had flinched. "I see. Then, why was my slave ordered here as well?" his question was dismissed, however, by a wave of his father’s hand. "Prince Vejita, in six months you’ll be twenty-five. In the history of Planet Vejita, no king-to-be over twenty has been without a mate." Stated a rather old Saiya-jin with white hair and small spectacles. Another council member continued where the previous one left off, "Therefore the council has decided that if you do not choose a mate in six months time, one will be chosen for you." "The ceremony will be held a week after your birthday." Finished one of the younger members, rising from his seat along with the others. Vegita’s teeth were clenched, causing the muscles of his jaw to protrude ever so slightly. Kakkarotto, however, picked up on it easily and knew that his dear master was far more than upset. The royals gathered their papers and exited in the room in silence. Soon, all that remained was the king, the prince, and the slave. "Father, this is ridiculous. What Is the importance of my choosing a mate?" Vejita said with strained calmness. "The royals fear a king without an heir. In times such as these it makes for easy rebellion." "That makes no sense. You are king and you have an heir." Vejita all but growled. "Yes, but imagine the distress if I were assassinated tomorrow. You would be a king without an heir." King Vejita said, almost smirking at his son’s realization. Vejita growled, casting his gaze to the side, where Kakkarotto stood, which reminded him, "What does any of this have to do with Kakkarotto?" "I see now my error in ordering him your slave. I apologize if I’ve offended you." This time it was the prince’s turn to smirk. It wasn’t often his father apologized for anything. He watched as his father stood and he too rose from his seat. "He is a good slave though. So, I’ll keep with my others. It’s good to have some variety." The king said, winking at his son. Kakkarotto paled visibly. No. This wasn’t what was supposed to happen. Not when he and Vejita were becoming so close. He couldn’t imagine loosing the one person who’d ever been kind to him. No. It just couldn’t be this way "No Jita" Kakkarotto murmured, looking up to see the surprised eyes of his master. Suddenly a large hand made contact with his face, causing him to slip out of consciousness for but a second. "Father, is this really necessary? Kakkarotto and I have become," the prince paused for a moment, grimacing at the truth, "friends." "Is that so? Well, I’m afraid this boy wasn’t cut out to be a soldier or a warrior for that matter. He’s a pleasure slave. He will always be a third class pleasure slave. We cant have the prince being seen conversing with a slave like they were friends." With that the king headed for the door. Kakkarotto didn’t care about his manners at the moment. He was being separated from his one and onlyЕ Friend. Vejita had admitted to that much. It was the happiest and saddest day of his life. Vejita starred into the boy’s eyes, which were becoming more and more watery by the second. He had to do something Say something But why? Why did it hurt so much to think that he may never seen the boy again? He wasn’t a faggot! Was he? Instead of speaking up, the prince just watched as Kakkarotto finally turned and followed his father out of the room. Kakkarotto had been placed in a guardТs care once theyТd reached the kingТs personal wing. The guard was a tall lanky man of an unknown species. His skin was a play yellow, causing him to look sicklier than he really was. "Wait in here." The guard ordered in a surprisingly deep voice as he shoved Kakarotto in a large room, closing the doors and standing guard outside to room to assure the boy didnТt escape. The king had warned him that the boy was in a rebellious mood since heТd just been plucked from his previous masterТs side. Kakarotto stumbled into the room, taking in his surroundings. The large four-posted bed, the bright colored walls, and the enormous chestnut dresser. He was in the kingТs bedroom. In his entire life, Kakarotto had been scared many times, but heТd never been terrified like this. It wasnТt only his life that was in danger, but something more. It was a curse. He was to forever be near the one person he cared about, his best friend, but heТd never be able to talk to him or touch him again. It was hopeless. Wiping a single tear from his cheek and blinking several times to assure that no more tears slipped through, Kakarotto kneeled at the end of the bed, fixing his gaze on the floor.

 Devour Me By: Hatti Lee* AKA Amalthea* AKA Saiyajin_Peach AKA Saiyajin_Peach_18

Authors Notes: Well, here we go againЕ Another Goku & Vejita yaoi! Woo hoo! ^_^ In this one, Goku, or should I say Kakarotto, is definitely OOC, but itТs all good. YouТll see. ^_~ I actually have this entire fic finished. Complete! IТll be adding chapters weekly, but I may update faster, depending on reviews that is. Hint. Hint. ^_^ Oh, and I welcome any and all reviews. Be it from just a fan or a flamer! ItТs all good here! Warnings: If you donТt already know, this is a yaoi fic, which means male/male intimacy. If you are uncomfortable with this, or if youТre just narrow-minded, I suggest you go elsewhere. Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own DragonBall Z or itТs characters, and, again, unfortunately, IТm not making any money off of this. So, please don't sue me! It's not like you'd get much anyway! ^_^ Thanks: Wow! Thanks for all the wonderful reviews! Here's yet another chapter out early. ^_^ Okay, if there's anyone left, on with the ficЕ

Chapter Seven

"Sire, where have you been?" Nappa questioned, nearly tackling his prince as he rounded a corner. "I went for a walk." Vejita answered calmly, completely unlike himself. "Outside the palace? ThatТs dangerous," with that Nappa decided to change topics, knowing this one was headed no where, "I heard you were in CouncilЕ What happened?" Once theyТd entered their quarters, Vejita complied with his bodyguard's questions, "IТve been ordered to choose a mate by my twenty-fifth birthday. If I donТt, they will choose one for me." Nappa was dumb, but he wasn’t retarded. Obviously there was something more to the story. Normally being ordered to do something only angered the proud prince, causing him to hurl things at anyone and everyone. Watching as Vejita took a seat on the dull couch, Nappa took a seat across from him. It seemed it was going to be one of those few times where they behaved as friends Where Vejita would open up to him Vejita held his composure for as long as possible, but relaxing on the very couch where he and the boy had been nearly Intimate It was too much. "My father decided that it had been wrong for him to push a male slave on me like that. So, he took Kakarotto away." Nappa knew that this wasn’t a good thing. The prince had become especially close with the boy. They were like brothers Best friends "Nappa" Snapping out of his thoughts, the bulky bodyguard looked up to see his prince a little stronger, "Uh Yes, Sire?" "How many slaves do I have?" "Near ten, I’m guessing." Nappa answered, narrowing his eyes in curiosity. "Have them all sent to my father. Tell him that I don’t need any distractions while I search for a mate." Vejita said, the last coming out in his usual hard voice. Besides, this was all nonsense. He quickly rose from his seat and went to his room to change. He needed to train and get his mind off everything. Nappa bowed slightly before trotting off to do as he was told. It wasn’t far down the hall. He paused in front of the narrow double doors before entering, closing the doors behind him. The room was large, but not nearly large enough for ten women. Quickly he learned that it was actually eight. Prince Vejita owned eight slaves. That was nothing compared to the king; however, Nappa had heard through other guards that the king didn’t have near as many as he’d once had. There just wasn’t time to shop for women when the planet was being threatened so often. "Ladies, whose in charge here?" Nappa said, interrupting their chatter. "I am." The voice was that of the oldest woman in the room. She couldn’t have been older than thirty, but she was the oldest, which automatically put her in charge of the rest of the women. "You have an hour. Have all these women including yourself gather only your most precious belongings and one change of clothes. Your master, the good prince, has decided to give you to the king himself." Nappa said, pressing a button on his scouter to set a timer before exiting the room. "Well, you heard him." The brunette said, turning to gather her things. "Can you believe it! I barely even got to see Prince Vejita!" Hanna protested, throwing her hands on her hips. She was next in line to being the oldest. "I wouldn’t complain." Came a tiny voice. Hanna turned to see that it had been Emerarudo who’d decided to join in the conversation. Nearly every slave was jealous of the lovely "emerald." "What’s that supposed to mean?" Hanna said, her voice raising a notch as she lifted her right hand from her hip, using it to flip her shimmering blonde hair. "Well," Eme began, speaking ever so softly, "You’re lucky the prince never used you." Hanna glared at the girl trying to decide whether or not that had been an insult. She was enraged just looking at her. Jealousy was a powerful thing. Eme had beautiful pale green skin. It wasn’t like most. It wasn't fleshy, scaly, or smooth. Her skin felt almost like a fine powder, cool and dry at the same time, glittering like sand at her joints. Her fingers and toes were webbed in a strangely elegant way, and her eyes were the deepest green, like emeralds. Turned out that she was from another planet far away, where shed lived at the bottom of a large ocean. Few had seen the gills behind her ears, but Hanna knew they were there. Eme wasn’t the type to lie. "Hanna, come on. Lets just get our stuff together." Chiisai pleaded, hoping her friend didn’t get into another argument. They’d all told their sob stories. Chiisai, Hanna, Kurisutaru, and Eko had been sold into slavery when they were just toddlers. Their parents couldn’t afford to feed them, much less themselves, and had been forced to give up their precious daughters but never their sons. Riko had been stolen from her parents, so she said, but many guessed that she too had been sold. It was quite depressing to think that even your parents hadn’t seen your importance. No wonder there weren’t many Saiyajin women. They were all slaves! Jiyu had offered herself into slavery. She was a very strange girl indeed and the youngest of them all, having just recently turned twenty-two. Seido, the oldest of them was also different. She was Saiyajin, but her skin was much darker than most had seen, rich like chocolate. Her hair and eyes were also a deep, rich chocolate, much darker than her skin however. (A/N: Emerarudo translates to Emerald, Kurisutaru translates to Crystal, Eko translates to Echo, Riko translates to Clever, Jiyu translates to Loose, and Seido translates to Bronze.) Eme was like the many other slaves that populated the Planet Vejita. Her planet had been taken over by the Saiyajin and she’d been taken into slavery. Wait a minute, are you saying he’s used you?" Hanna questioned out of curiosity now. Eme ran a hand through her dark green hair, her fingers working quickly to twist it into a long braid, "Yes, only a few times though." "That can’t be true. Everyone here says that he’s never enjoyed any slave." Hanna said, her tone much calmer now as she watched the green girl slip a few pieces of jewelry into a cloth bag resembling a pillowcase that had been altered. "That’s enough. Most of the girls here are new like yourself," Seido interrupted, "Eme and myself are the only slaves that Prince Vejita purchased himself. I was only twenty then. That was nearly eight years ago." Many of the girl’s mouths hung open in disbelief. Seido had waited until now to tell them this!

  "Are you saying you were his first?" Eko questioned, her extremely short red hair bouncing as she stepped closer. Normally she was much, much more talkative. Seido nodded, causing Hanna to gasp, "So, you’re saying that you and Eme are the only women that he’s ever been with?" "No, I’ve heard that he’s taken many of the slave women that work in the palace. I’ve even heard that a few didn’t survive it." Eko said, letting the gossip bug take hold of her. Her last sentence caused the room to gasp in shock and fear. "Okay, okay, that’s enough of this. You know how much trouble we’ll get into for talking about our master like this?" Seido said, not really knowing what had gotten into her. The women continued with what they were doing, nearly all of them finished packing what little jewelry they’d collected, a few personal items, and a single change of clothes. They’d be provided with more clothes later, clothes that better suited their new master’s tastes. Vejita watched out of the corner of his eye as Nappa began walking out of the room, "Where are you going?" the prince questioned, stopping his training in midair. "You ordered me to give your slaves to King Vejita." Nappa said, a little confused that his prince had forgotten already. Vejita landed swiftly, wiping the sweat from his brow. He remembered giving the order. It was only right. He didn’t need slaves any more. It wasn’t because he needed to choose a mate. It was because there was only one person that he wanted. "No." he mumbled, shaking the thought from his head. This was crazy! Why couldn’t he get his thoughts clear? "Sire, do you want me to do it or not?" Nappa questioned, a puzzled look coming over his face. His prince didn’t answer though. Instead, he gestured for him to follow him. Nappa smirked as they made their way to his slaves quarters, Vejita was reminding him of the king. There were many gasps as the prince barged into the colorful room, "My father will be pleased. Take them to him immediately. Its late, he should be in his quarters." "Yes, Sire." Nappa said, stepping forward to count the women and get them together. Vejita watched as his bodyguard worked. He didnТt recognize any of the women. Wait, he did recognize that one. The lovely bronze one. She’d been a present from his father on his seventeenth birthday. His father had taken him to shop for a woman to be his first. He’d chosen this one. He stepped forward, quickly capturing the woman’s chin in his hand, surprising everyone in the room. "Master?" Seido questioned, keeping her gaze to the floor. "Nappa, I think I’ll keep this one." Nappa was a little shocked. He’d never seen the prince act intimate with a woman in his life. Vejita said it was a weakness to be so soft and romantic. Nappa quickly remembered what he’d been told and nodded. That’s when the lovely green one caught his attention. Yes, he remembered her. He’d gone with his father to prepare a shipment of slaves that were to be sent to a nearby king to repay him for sending his most powerful soldiers to aid in a battle. He remembered seeing her shivering in one of the many cages and demanded that she be his. Vejita smirked, eyeing his emerald. "And this one." He said, making sure Nappa knew which he was talking about before he exited the room, heading back to the training hall. It was obvious to Nappa why his prince wanted to keep the two slaves; they were both very beautiful, "Well, you heard the prince. You two stay here. The rest, follow me." Kakarotto nearly cried out in surprise as the front doors flew open. The boy could tell that it was the king by the scent of him. "Ah, such a good slave." The king said, forgetting his stress as he laid eyes on the lovely boy. As he’d expected, the boy didn’t make a move. He was going to enjoy this. The king quickly removed his gloves and boots, followed by his red cloak and shinning armor, leaving him in only a navy blue bodysuit much like the ones the prince wore. "Now, Kakarotto, is it? Undress." Kakarotto shuttered at what was to follow. He hated having to do this. It wasn’t that he was shy, he just hated what he knew was to follow once he was naked. Slowly, he untied the white sash around his waist, letting it drop to the floor along with his dull blue gi pants, which he soon stepped out of. Ignoring the king’s approving remarks, he continued by pulling the dull blue sleeveless shirt over his head, letting it too drop to the floor. Now he was completely naked and feeling more than a little vulnerable. "Very nice." The king said, stepping forward to fondle his newest slave. The boy was exquisite with his pale white skin and black features. "Get on the bed." He ordered, quickly discarding the rest of his clothing and joining Kakarotto on the bed. It seemed the boy wasn’t the type to enjoy himself. It didn’t matter. The king leaned forward, licking the boys ear as he whispered what he wanted. Kakarotto grimaced inwardly, watching out of the corner of his eye as the king lay back, spreading his legs. He’d been taught to follow orders. He’d been taught to follow orders. Repeating the thought didn’t help as he lowered his face to the king’s large erection. He had to do as he was told. What good would it do to disobey? He’d only be killed. Without another thought he lowered his head to carry out his king’s… His master’s request. King Vejita closed his eyes as the boy’s tongue intruded his body, causing him to breathe deeply, groaning from time to time. He groaned a bit louder, lifting his hips off the mattress as his erection was nearly swallowed. A finger had replaced the tongue and he was on the verge of completion. Kakarotto nearly gagged as the king’s seed filled his mouth. He quickly swallowed as he’d been ordered and withdrew, waiting for his next order. The king gasped for a few moments before sitting up, "Now" he began, glad that he was finally going to get the chance to fuck the boy senseless. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Growling, King Vejita rose from the bed, pulling on a large navy blue robe, "It seems we’ll have to finish this later. Get your clothes and get cleaned up. There’s another door in the washroom that leads to my slaves quarters. That is where you stay unless called for." Kakarotto quickly rose, gathering his clothes, and making his way into the large washroom, closing the door behind him. It seemed that the king wasn’t used to living without his luxuries. Prince Vejita lived with the minimal, insisting that any and all frills were for the weak. King Vejita threw open his door, surprised to see Nappa, his son’s bodyguard, accompanied by six slave women, "What the Hell is all this about?" Nappa swallowed nervously, "Prince Vejita ordered that these slaves be sent to Your Highness immediately, saying that they are too much of a distraction while he searches for a mate." "Hmph. Very well. Take them to my slave’s quarters." The king said through a smirk, gesturing to the narrow double doors just down the hall before closing the door in NappaТs face. His son was being awfully spiteful. Oh well. Maybe it was enough to calm him down and set his mind to what was at hand. The king stopped his worries; it was pointless. What he needed was some sleep. Kakarotto used the soap, since he couldn’t find any toothpaste or mouthwash, to rinse his mouth again. Once he was satisfied, he pulled on his clothes and opened the door to the room he’d been told was his new home. Upon entering, there were many gasps from at least twenty women. The room was enormous, slightly larger than the king’s own room. "Who are you?" demanded a tall, yellow-skinned woman. Her hair and eyes were a bright red, contrasting nicely to her pale yellow skin. She was tall and stout. Here ears were pointed, she had no nose, and it seemed as though she only had four fingers on each hand. "Kakarotto!" The boy was surprised when he was suddenly tackled by, "Hanna, and Chiisai" "You’re a slave?" the yellow woman questioned. "Yes, he’s one of us." Hanna said, throwing the woman a look that said, "No shit!" "Well, like I told the others My name is Nikko, and I’m in charge since I’m the oldest." (A/N: Nikko translates to Sunshine.) "Okay." Kakarotto answered simply, causing the women to roll her eyes before walking away, leaving him to be greeted by Hanna, Chiisai, and four other women. "I thought you were Jita’s slaves, why are you here?" the boy questioned, looking from the blonde to the brunette. "Prince Vejita has given us to the king," Chiisai answered, "What about you? I thought you were one of the prince’s slaves too?" "Are you saying that Prince Vejita had a male slave?" Jiyu asked, her eyes bulging in shock. "It’s pretty crazy. I don’t mind telling ya, but right now I just wanna sleep. Kay?" After receiving several nods and a blanket and pillow, he made his way to an empty space along one of the bright-colored walls. Soon he was lying comfortable and on the verge of sleep. The truth was, he didn’t want to talk about it. In his mind, Vejita would always be his master.

 Devour Me By: Hatti Lee* AKA Amalthea* AKA Saiyajin_Peach AKA Saiyajin_Peach_18

Okay, if there's anyone left, on with the fic

Chapter Eight

Several days had passed and Prince Vejita was training harder than ever, deep in thought. He felt as if he were going mad. He’d enjoyed himself with each of his two remaining slaves. Of course it had been pleasurable, but he yearned for something more. Baring his teeth, he attacked Nappa, throwing swift kicks and punches at full power. He wasn’t a faggot! "Sire, please!" Nappa bellowed, backing away quickly when the prince paused in their sparring. Breathing heavily, the slow-witted bodyguard watched his prince; it was obvious he was deep in thought. Vejita’s eyes were open, but he wasn’t really seeing. Maybe he needed to enjoy himself with a male, just to see if that was what he yearned for. No. He knew that the aching he felt wasn’t something that could be remedied with physical pleasure. He needed more. Love? Love was a weakness, but he could remember not so long ago when he’d felt the beginnings of the cruel emotion. Vejita opened his eyes at the feel of the boy nudging his thigh with his head as he repositioned himself. Soon, he stilled, and the prince closed his eyes again. Before long, they were both fast asleep. Yes, Kakarotto. No wonder he’d felt so hurt when his father had taken the boy away. He needed to get the boy back. Even if he was unsure about his feelings, he knew he didn’t want anyone other than himself in Kakarotto’s presence, touching him The thought caused him to snap back into reality. "Nappa, your services are no longer need for the day." With that he stomped off, heading for his father’s quarters. It was quite early, surely he’d still be there. Before long he was standing before the doors of his father’s chambers. He paused, taking a deep breath. He hadn’t seen his father in a couple of days. He’d had Nappa inform his father that herd be unable to come to the throne room each morning, insisting that he didn’t want any distractions while he chose a mate. Funny, though he’d rid himself of distractions, Kakarotto haunted his mind. Finally, he raised a hand to knock, knowing full well that his father was inside, since he was able to feel ki now. "What is it? Oh, Vejita, and to what do I owe this pleasure?" the king said, half-dressed. "Father, I’ve been racking my mind, trying to think which of the many women I’ve encountered would make the perfect mate" "And?" the king interrupted, "I’m pressed for time as it is. I have to be in the throne room in less than ten minutes." Vejita fought back the urge to snap at his father, instead continuing with his charade, "As I was saying, I’m quite stressed, and the truth of the matter is that I was hoping for a slave to relieve that stress." "This makes no sense. You gave me all of your slaves." The king said, leaving his chamber doors open as he stepped back into the room to continue getting dressed. "Yes, but I’m afraid you took away the one that I had yet to enjoy." Vejita said, hoping his father caught on, he did not look forward to explaining it. King Vejita’s eyes lit up at the realization of his sonТs words, "I see, but you said that you and the boy were friends, and IТ gotten word from Nappa that the two of you had conversations like you were brothers, not lovers." Vejita swallowed, knowing that his father was going to say this, "Yes, well, it’s something to be ashamed of when you yearn for male intimacy, and the conversations, have you never had a conversation with one of your slaves?" The king eyed his son for a moment before smirking, "Then, I was right all along. Well, he’s in my slaves quarters. Help yourself, he’s all yours. I need to be going. So, if you’ll excuse me." Vejita nodded his thanks to his father as he left, his cloak billowing behind him as he turned a corner. Pausing again before another set of double doors, slightly narrower, Vejita finally worked up the nerve to enter, throwing the doors open to see quite a large number of slaves. Kakarotto lifted his head to the sound, forgetting his manners as he laid eyes on the face of his true master. He couldn’t stop the grin that spread across his face. "Jita!" He exclaimed, jumping to his feet and running to the prince, his tail flowing behind him as he tackled his master. Prince Vejita smirked, "Hey, chibi. Let’s get out of here." With that, the two of them left, leaving the remaining slaves in shock. "Can you believe it?" Hanna questioned, turning to gape at Chiisai who only shook her head. It was unbelievable. Their little Kakkarotto had won the heart of the prince. "Jita, I didn’t think you’d come. I’m so glad to see you." Kakkarotto went on as they made their way to their quarters. Vejita became suddenly all too aware of the warm hands that were holding his left arm in a near death grip. Actually, it was a strong yet very, very gentle hold. Almost like an Embrace. Vejita pulled away as they reached their destination, but he found himself pausing before yet another door. "Kakkarotto, I have a lot of things on my mind. I want you to stay in my slave’s quarters, okay?" Kakkarotto nodded. Was it him? Why did his own master refuse his touch? He took a few steps back as Vejita began to show him to the doors. "No, it’s okay. I know where it is." Kakkarotto said, entering the room, closing the doors behind him. Vejita sighed. He knew this wasn’t much better, but at least he knew that the boy wasn’t being used. Now he was free to his thoughts, and the only way he could think was to train. EmeТs eyes grew wide when she saw the strange man step into the room. She glanced to Seido. The dark woman was keeping her manners. So, Eme followed suit. Whoever this was, he was Saiyajin, which meant he was above her. "Hi. My name’s Kakkarotto. I guess I’ll be staying here for a while." At that, both women’s heads snapped up, "Are you saying you’re a slave?" Seido asked, watching the boy wearily as he came closer, plopping down on the floor near them. "Yup." "I’m guessing you’re Prince VejitaТs slave since you’re here." Eme said, pulling at her unruly dark green tresses. "Yeah, but I don’t think he wants me. He just doesn’t want anyone else ta have me." Kakarotto said, sulking. He wasn’t a complete moron. He knew well enough what he was. He’d never actually started his training, but he’d lived there nearly all of his life. He belonged to the prince. He belonged to Jita. Why didn’t he enjoy him? "Well, that’s a lot better than you think." Eme said, leaning back against some of the plush satin pillows that filled the room. Two months time had passed and Vejita found that he’d gotten absolutely nowhere. "Sire, I don’t think this is good for you." Nappa said, leaning against the cool dull metal walls of the prince’s training hall. "What?" Vejita snapped, turning from his invisible training partner, hovering in midair. "I know it’s not my place to say but something’s wrong, isnТt it?" "Hn." Was the prince’s only answer as he floated down out of the air, landing with a tap of his boots. "All this training isnТt helping. If you don’t choose a mate within the next four months, they’ll choose one for you." "Do you think I don’t know that?" Vejita yelled, storming towards the daft bodyguard. "Uh Sorry, Sire It just seemed that you’ve been deep in thought for some time now. Maybe" "What Nappa?" Vejita yelled when it seemed the bulky warrior wasn’t going to continue, "By all means, grace me with you intellect!" "Maybe you should just act on instinct. Do what feels right." Nappa said, starting off yelling and ending in a soft tone. VejitaТs eyes were wide. That was perhaps the smartest thing the man had ever said. Maybe he was right. Maybe he should stop worrying about his brain and stick to his heart. His brain told him that homosexuality was disgusting. His heart could care less. His brain ordered him to be proud and arrogant and strong. His heart wanted him to seek what his body ached for. His brain told him the boy was nothing more than a third class, orphaned pleasure slave. His heart told him that Kakarotto was the love of his life. VejitaТs eyes grew wider, if that was possible. Love of his life? Where had that come from? He wasn’t even sure if he wanted to go through with this. "Maybe you should just act on instinct. Do what feels right." The words echoed in his mind. Quickly, he regained his composure. "Nappa, thanks. Take leave for the rest of the day." Vejita said, blurting out the last as he turned and bolted for the door. Nappa wasn’t quite sure what’d gotten into his prince, but what he’d said really seemed to shock him.

Devour Me Okay, if there's anyone left, on with the ficЕ

Chapter Nine

Seido, Eme, and Kakarotto all looked up when the door suddenly flung open to reveal the Saiyajin prince breathing quite heavily. He was thinner than usual, but still quite attractive. "Come on, chibi." Was all he said as he turned and stepped out of view. Kakarotto smiled, quickly rising to his feet as he hurried to the door. He gave his two new friends a quick wave before closing the door behind him. Soon, they were in the common room of Vejita and NappaТs quarters. "Sit down," ordered the prince, continuing once the boy had taken a seat on the couch, "I’ve been thinking" "JitaЕ" "Huh?" Vejita said, stopping in his pacing to look the boy in the eyes. "I forgive you." Vejita’s eyes narrowed in confusion as he stepped closer, taking a seat far too close to the boy, "For what?" Kakarotto’s breath quickened at the proximity of his master, "For taking so long." It was barely a whisper. "Chibi" Vejita whispered in return, lifting a hand to trace the boy’s jaw down to his chin, pulling him closer. The prince let his eyes slide shut as the two kissed for the first time. It was anything but awkward since the prince was well experienced. It was slow and wonderful. Kakarotto all but melted into the touch, when suddenly, he felt the warm electricity of Vejita’s tongue gliding over his lips, not asking, more like gently demanding, permission inside. Vejita smirked ever so slightly as permission was quickly granted and he took his time exploring the new wonders of the boy’s mouth. It didn’t take long for him to begin his own exploration, his tongue coming alive but remaining submissive. Finally, the prince pulled back, pleased to see that the boy’s eyes were still closed, his lips still pursed. Without saying a word Vejita rose from the couch, making his way into his private chambers. He quickly discarded his clothes and got into bed. As predicted, it didn’t take long for the boy to come to him. Kakarotto didn’t bother knock, stepping into the prince’s room, closing the door behind him. "Yes?" Vejita asked, a smirk on his lips. He watched closely as the boy stepped closer, his fingers tracing his lips were VejitaТs had been only moments ago. "Would you taste me again, please?" Kakarotto questioned in a voice barely above a whisper. Vejita could see the boy’s lust filled expression clearly in the dim room. He didn’t feel quite ready to go all the way with the boy but another taste wouldn’t hurt. Smirking, he simply nodded. He was pleased to see the boy smile and then shocked when he began pulling at the sash around his waste. Before long he was standing before him completely naked. Breathtaking. That was the only word to describe him. Lifting the thin blanket, Vejita watched as Kakarotto climbed in bed with him, smiling like a fool. They lay together for a moment, just staring at one another. Then, the prince noticed the ever so slight blush on the boy’s almost feminine face. "Please, Jita" Kakarotto said, begging as he blushed further. Vejita had to force himself to suppress the groan that threatened to escape him. The way he was saying his name It was surely going to be the end of him. Smirking, he reached a hand up to the boy’s jaw, gently caressing the smooth skin further and further back until his hand was at the back of Kakarotto’s head, gently pulling him closer. He watched as the boy’s heavy eyelids fell closed as they neared. Vejita swallowed the moan that erupted from the boy and into his mouth, fighting the urge to vocalize his pleasure himself. The prince was surprised when their bodies were suddenly pressed together as the boy sidled up against him. Kakarotto gasped at the feel of his masterТs erection pressing against his abdomen, "Please" Vejita finally pulled back, smirking to see the boy breathing deeply from their most recent tongue dual, "No. Not yet. Go to sleep." Kakarotto frowned as he started to get up. It was strange that he wanted this so much. He was usually so uncomfortable with even the idea of being used for pleasure, but it was different with Vejita. "No," Vejita said, wrapping an arm around the boy’s sensual waist to keep him from leaving, "Sleep here." Kakarotto half smiled, pressing himself back into his master, "I’m sorry I’m not better." "It has nothing to do with you. Go to sleep Chibi." Vejita said, lying on his back, the boy’s head resting on his chest, an arm draped over his body, and one leg draped over both of his, causing the boy’s ever present erection to press against him. He was informed of the boy’s slumber by light snoring. Vejita smirked again, lifting an arm to drape over Kakarotto. It eased his mind to feel the boy so close, but he wasn’t ready for anything more than this. His heart was telling him to take it slow. Nappa rubbed his face roughly as he rose from his bed. Mornings had always been hard for him. Yawning widely, he pulled on his black spandex shorts and full armor, grabbing his scouter from his dresser as he made his way into the common room, wrapping his tail around his waist. He was surprised to see the prince stepping out of his room at the exact same time, wearing only a pair of loose-fitting black gi pants tied with a white sash. "Good morning, Sire." Nappa greeted, still wary of his prince. The last couple of times theyТd spoken the prince had been rather moody. It was dangerous to speak plainly with royalty when their frame of mind was uncertain. Vejita plopped down on the couch, "Morning." Nappa cautiously sat in a chair opposite his prince, he seemed to be fine, "Are things better since yesterday?" "Actually, yes, they are. Your words of advice helped quite a bit." "Are you better now?" "I believe so." Vejita said, suddenly feeling the boy’s ki nearing him. Glancing to his left, he could see that Kakarotto was up, dressed in only his gi pants. Kakarotto smiled upon seeing his master, making his way to the couch, his bare feet padding against cold metal floor, "Morning, Jita." Vejita nodded in reply, smirking at his bumbling bodyguard’s open mouth shock. The boy flopped onto the couch, cuddling up against him, rubbing his eyes sleepily. "I’m hungry." Kakarotto stated simply, his stomach rumbling as if on cue. Several days passed and this routine continued. Nappa was more than surprised, more than shocked, especially after hearing the prince badmouth homosexuality not so long ago. Now the prince stayed in his quarters all day with the boy, leaving only for meals. "What are ya going ta do about picking a mate?" Kakarotto asked, his head hanging off the couch, back against the seat, and legs dangling over the back. "I donТt want to talk about this," Vejita said, stepping out of the washroom wearing only a pair of gi pants, "How old did you say you were? Sixteen?" "Nn Well, I was told ta say I was sixteen, but I’m really fourteen. I’ll be fifteen in the month of harvest." Kakarotto said, watching as the prince sat across from him in a dull armchair. "Okay, so, your mother died while you were still an infant, and your father died in battle when you were four," Vejita waited until the boy nodded before he continued, "And your father’s slaves you’d been living with were freed, but they soon sold you into slavery for their own survival?" "Yup." Kakarotto said, swinging up out of his odd position only to be faced with a sudden head rush. "When did you start training?" "Ever since I can remember. My dad always said that strength comes first. After he died, well, it was all I ever really had," Kakarotto paused, finally having regained focused vision, "Why do you want ta know so much about me?" "Just curious. Why? Do you want to know anything about me?" "Umm" Kakkarotto thought, looking up at the ceiling for a moment, "Well, I already know you’re gonna be twenty-five  In the month of… When is your birthday?" Vejita smirked at the boy’s simplicity, "In the month of reproduction actually." "Where’s your mom?" "My mother died in childbirth. My father used to tell me when I was young that she was the most beautiful woman who ever lived." Kakarotto grinned, "I’m sure she was. Just look at you. Ya don’t look like your dad that much!" "What do you mean?" the prince questioned, especially since most said they were nearly identical. "Well, you’re smaller, smoother, not all big and bulky looking, and you’re," Kakarotto paused, taking on a serene look, "Prettier." Vejita became suddenly serious, letting their topic venture further in the direction it was generally headed, "Had you begun your training as a slave?" "Then, why so obedient?" Vejita asked after the boy had shook his head in answer to his previous question. "I’ve been living there since I was so little I just started acting like they told me I was going ta have ta act once I was eighteen." "So, you’ve never been enjoyed?" "Twice." Vejita looked up, feeling strangely jealous, "When? Who?" "Just before I was giving to you and a couple months ago" "Who?" Vejita interrupted impatiently. "The king." Kakarotto said in a whisper, feeling ashamed of his betrayal. Vejita was in shock. What was his father thinking? Using the boy just before giving him to his own son!? Using the boy just after he’d made it clear that Kakkarotto was his friend!? Then, Vejita realized that he was angry, very angry. Kakkarotto was his. How dare anyone think to even look at him?! "I’m sorry, Jita." The whisper was barely heard, instantly calming the prince. Kakkarotto thought it was his fault? "No, don’t be. There was nothing you could do. Refusing this king is like asking for death," Vejita said, his voice becoming unexpectedly soothing as he continued, "I should have been there for you. How can I make it up to you?" Kakkarotto instantly began grinning. Vejita cared, he really cared. Then, he thought of something, and if it was possible, his grin spread further. "What?" the prince asked through a half smile, chuckling. "Can we go outside? Please" "Of course, just stop whining."

 Devour Me By: Hatti Lee* AKA Amalthea* AKA Saiyajin_Peach AKA Saiyajin_Peach_18

Authors Notes: Well, here we go againЕ Another Goku & Vejita yaoi! Woo hoo! ^_^ In this one, Goku, or should I say Kakarotto, is definitely OOC, but itТs all good. YouТll see. ^_~ I actually have this entire fic finished. Complete! Seems I'm updating every three to four days, but even that could change, depending on reviews that is. Hint. Hint. ^_^ Oh, and I welcome any and all reviews. Be it from just a fan or a flamer! ItТs all good here! Warnings: If you donТt already know, this is a yaoi fic, which means male/male intimacy. If you are uncomfortable with this, or if youТre just narrow-minded, I suggest you go elsewhere. Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own DragonBall Z or itТs characters, and, again, unfortunately, IТm not making any money off of this. So, please don't sue me! It's not like you'd get much anyway! ^_^ Thanks & Dedication: This semi-short chapter is for you Kokoro, my biggest fan! ^_^ Yes, I've received your emailsЕ Thank you so much! Enjoy! ^_^ Okay, if there's anyone left, on with the ficЕ

Chapter Ten

Nappa stood from his seat at the table he normally shared with his prince and the boy. He’d returned late from a meeting and had missed dinner. Only a few warriors remained in the smaller mess hall as he stepped briskly towards the exit. Since Vejita had been insisting on privacy with the boy, heТd signed up for guard duty. It was just something to keep him from mischievous boredom. Soon, he was out of the prince’s dull wing of the palace and traveling through the elaborate corridors towards the main entrance of the palace. Many guards were standing at their posts in the large room that served as the entrance to the palace. Nappa, being well known, wasn’t questioned as he exited the palace, the cool are being an open welcome. "Ah, Nappa, youТre late." Came a deep, somewhat raspy voice. "Yeah, itТs been awhile since IТve been reduced to guard duty." Nappa answered, smirking wickedly at the second class warrior known as Raditz. "And what the HellТs that supposed ta mean?" the longhaired warrior questioned, resenting the comment. "Nothing. I didnТt meanЕ" Nappa sighed, leaning against the cold metal of the palaceТs outer wall, "The prince has been demanding privacy recently, and I find myself more than bored." "DonТt tell me that youТre not bored having to follow him around all day?" "ItТs better than this." Nappa said, chuckling. Raditz couldnТt help but join in as he playfully punched his friend in the arm. "Wow. ItТs been a long time since IТve been outside." Kakarotto said, eyes wide as he looked around at his surroundings. TheyТd exited the palace through a back way and were walking along its outer walls towards the main entrance. "Ever since I was a child, IТve hated coming out here." Vejita mumbled, trying his best to ignore the few weak Saiyajin scum that were moving about in the dark. His eyes, along with a few of his other senses, being able to pick up easily on all that was around him even on the blackest of nights. "Why?" Kakarotto asked in amazement, "I love the outdoors. EverythinТs soЕ I dunno." Vejita smirked, "Were you born near farmland? You seem more like a farmerТs son than a warriorТs son." "NnЕ I lived just near farmland. GrowinТ up, my dad was hardly ever there and I played with the slavesТ kids outside. I barely remember it, but I miss it." After hearing that, Vejita was sorry for voicing his comment and looked up, trying to avoid the need he felt to stare at the boy. The sky was the deepest red, nearly black, and the bright stars shown exquisitely. Unable to hold the gaze for long, the prince glanced at the boy, who was innocently staring at the stars just as heТd been doing. Vejita wondered if it was for the same reason. Then, he noticed the boyТs tail. "Kakarotto, why do you hold your tail like that?" a question heТd never thought to ask before. "I dunnoЕ ItТs just easier." Vejita nodded, accepting the simple answer. "Why are there so many people out here? DonТt they have homes?" "Probably not." Kakarotto seemed to be shocked, his pace slowing somewhat, "Why?" "ThereТs economic trouble at the moment. The rich are extremely rich, and the poor are extremely poor. ThereТs no in-between." "Are ya doinТ somethinТ about it? I mean, the king." Kakarotto questioned, coming to a stop, leaning against the outer wall of the palace. "HeТs supposedly working on it, but IТve yet to see progress. Why? Are you okay?" Vejita asked, his tone becoming concerned when he noticed the sadness in the boyТs eyes. "I hate it here." Vejita barely picked up on the mumbled statement, "Here? Here where?" "Oh, I don’t mean I hate it with you I mean, on this whole planet, you’re the only thing that’s good." "You should be proud of your home planet and your people. We’re the strongest race of people in all the universe." Vejita said, his eyes narrowed in confusion. "There’s always someone stronger. Always. And how can I be proud of the terrible things my people do?" Kakkarotto said, his voice a solemn echo of his feelings. Vejita stepped closer, "Terrible things?" Kakkarotto suddenly looked up, anger glinting in his eyes, "Yes, terrible. All the hate, murder, and rapes It’s terrible. Cant you see that, Jita? Can’t you see what it’s doing to me? What it’s doing to you?" the boy paused, his voice calmer as he lifted a hand to his master’s face, "It’s hard to love in a world like this, but I love you, my master, my prince. I always will." VejitaТs eyes immediately began to water, his lips trembling as the boyТs tender fingers traced them gently before reaching his hand behind his neck, pulling them together. The kiss was short and chaste, leaving them both aching for more. "IТm sorry." Was all the proud prince was capable of as he quickly worked at wiping away his tears. "Sorry?" Kakkarotto questioned, unsure of his movements as he pulled the fragile prince closer, holding him in his arms. Vejita finally gave up and let the tears flow as he rested his head against the boyТs chest, circling his arms around his waist. His world was falling apart. It was true. It was all true. This planet, this way of livingЕ It was terrible. HeТd been on many purging missions, even as a child. HeТd seen things he could never voice. Why was he so proud anyway? He was soon to be the leader of it all, and through it all, this boy of only fourteen, found reason to love him. Love! How could anyone love him? Kakarotto could sense VejitaТs mind struggling with things heТd just recently become aware of. He hadnТt meant to hurt himЕ All he could do now was just be there. He lowered his head, resting his chin in the gravity-defying locks of his master, inhaling the princeТs masculine scent. "Jita, you smell so good. Can I taste you?" He whispered, tightening his embrace. Vejita couldnТt help but crack a smile, a genuine smile, as he lifted his head to look up at Kakarotto, "Devour me if you like." He whispered as the boyТs lips came down on his again, passionately exploring his mouth, his entire being, with his smooth, velvety tongue. Finally, they pulled apart for much needed air, both of them breathing deeply. "LetТs go back inside." Vejita said after recomposing himself, looking as if nothing had happened. Kakarotto knew better, however, and nodded as they continued their walk. Soon, they turned a corner and found themselves not far from the main entrance. Nappa was surprised when in the middle of their conversation Raditz took up his formal composure. That meant only one thing. Nappa turned to see Prince Vejita and the boy nearing. "Good evening, Sire. I had no idea you had plans on leaving the palace. ItТs dangerous for you to be out here alone at night." "Really, Nappa, you act as if I’m a child." Vejita said through a smirk. Raditz glanced to his right to see the prince dressed similar to any other guard except for his lack of armor. He was surprised that Nappa was allowed to speak so casual with him. The longhaired warriorТs scouter blinked for but a second and realized that there was someone else with the prince. Taking a chance, he glanced again to his right to see what appeared to be a young male slave, judging from his attire, but his behavior said otherwise. Suddenly, his mouth fell open. The boy lookedЕ Looked just like hisЕ "Soldier," Vejita growled, stepping forward, "I suggest you remember whose presence youТre in. I do not appreciate others gawking at my property." Raditz quickly snapped out of his trance, "Sorry, Sire." Vejita shook his head, "Nappa, how long is your post here?" "Until just before the suns rise IТm afraid. Why? Am I needed?" "Hn. I was just wondering. Well, IТm going to retire. Goodnight." Vejita said quickly, walking past the two. Once the prince had entered the palace, Nappa turned to his friend, "What the Hell was that all about? You should be more careful. Prince VejitaТs been known to kill guards for less than that." "Who was that with him?" Raditz questioned, still amazed at the resemblance. "Oh, thatТs his newest slave. TheyТre practically inseparable." Nappa answered, rolling his eyes.

 Devour Me By: Hatti Lee* AKA Amalthea* AKA Saiyajin_Peach AKA Saiyajin_Peach_18 Authors Notes: Well, here we go againЕ Another Goku & Vejita yaoi! Woo hoo! ^_^ In this one, Goku, or should I say Kakarotto, is definitely OOC, but itТs all good. YouТll see. ^_~ I actually have this entire fic finished. Complete! Seems I'm updating every three to four days, but even that could change, depending on reviews that is. Hint. Hint. ^_^ Oh, and I welcome any and all reviews. Be it from just a fan or a flamer! ItТs all good here! Warnings: If you donТt already know, this is a yaoi fic, which means male/male intimacy. If you are uncomfortable with this, or if youТre just narrow-minded, I suggest you go elsewhere. Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own DragonBall Z or itТs characters, and, again, unfortunately, IТm not making any money off of this. So, please don't sue me! It's not like you'd get much anyway! ^_^ More: I know, I knowЕ It was (officially) Friday 15 hours ago (as one reviewer pointed out), but I was experiencing some technical difficulties. *Damns her iMac to Hell!* AnywhoЕ This chapter is the one many of you have been waiting forЕ The lemon! ^_^ Enjoy! Oh, and Christopher, I'm afraid I can't send you the entire ficЕ That would be unfair to all my other readers! So, I'm afraid you're just going to have to wait like all the others. Okay, if there's anyone left, on with the fic

Chapter Eleven

Kakkarotto sat patiently on Vegita’s bed as he’d been told. His heart raced as the evening’s happenings came back to him. It was true. He hated this planet and it’s purpose. He’d just never dreamed he’d tell anyone, especially the prince but that was just it. He’d been honest when he’d declared his love. Sure, he’s young and naive, but he knew what love was. He couldn’t imagine his life without the arrogant prince. Rising from the bed, he began undressing. He and Vejita had grown accustomed to sleeping together in the nude. Kakkarotto was about to untie his sash that would allow his pants to drop to the floor, where his shirt lay, when the prince stepped into the room clad in only a large towel that had been secured around his waist. His body still glistened from his recent shower. The prince had used the excuse of needing a shower to find some alone time where he could think. Smirking, he stepped forward, pulling at his towel, and letting it drop to the floor. His expression became all too serious though at the look of affection in Kakkarotto eyes. Reaching forward, he placed his hands on the boy’s arms, running his callused palms down to his hands, taking up the task of untying the white sash. With several easy movements, the sash dropped to the floor, along with the boy’s pants, leaving them both naked. Swallowing, Kakkarotto let his eyes fall shut as Vejita pulled him down for a chaste kiss that slowly moved down his neck. The prince’s hands were on his stomach now, moving to his sides, and slowly sliding up to his shoulders. Vejita gently push the boy down onto the bed, climbing in with him. They lie side by side, Kakkarotto on his back, Vejita leaning over him. Kakkarotto gasped as the prince planted wet kisses up and down his chest, finally finding his hardening nipples, worrying them gently with his teeth. "Say it again." The prince whispered, moving his lips down the boy’s abdomen, caressing his sides with his hands. "Nnn What?" Kakkarotto questioned, finding it harder to think as a sensual, oh so talented tongue dipped down into his navel. "What you said outside." Vejita answered, his voice still just a whisper as he placed a chaste kiss on the tip of the boy’s desire. "Jita, I Ah," Kakkarotto thoughts slipped from his mind as a warm mouth enveloped his erection, slowly taking in more and more. Instinctively, he lifted his hips off the futon-like mattress, moaning lightly. Vejita smirked into his work; using his hands to hold the boy’s hips down as he pulled back, "Say it." Kakkarotto turned his head, looking down at Vejita through half-lidded eyes, smiling at the pleading look in the prince’s eyes, "I love you. I’m yours Always." He said through deep breaths. Vejita smiled, moving up to kiss those lips, those sweet lips. They both moaned into the open mouth kiss as heated flesh met heated flesh. Kakkarotto could feel that the prince was about to pull back, and he quickly wrapped his arms around him, crushing them together. Vejita smirked into the kiss, allowing the boy to hold him close as curious hands moved down his muscled back until they came to the base of his tail. Suddenly, Vejita broke the kiss, growling deeply and arching his back at the sensual pleasure of the boy’s finger’s working their magic. Kakkarotto paused, unsure of what had just happened, "Jita?" The prince smirked, running a hand down the boy’s side and around until he found his tail, administering the same sensual movements. He smirked as Kakkarotto moaned loudly, arching his back as well. He leaned down, licking one of the boy’s ears as he whispered, "Do you know how bad I want you?" "Nnn Jita, please" "Of course." Vejita answered through a smirk, reaching down to grasp one of Kakkarotto legs, pulling it up and to the side, causing the boy’s legs to spread so that he was able to position himself between them. At the feel of hot flesh pressing against his virgin entrance, Kakkarotto gasped, "Jita, I’ve never" he said, leaving the sentence unfinished. "I thought?" Vejita questioned, finding himself doing the same. He was answered as the boy shook his head ever so slightly. He couldn’t help but smirk. He was glad that he was to be the boy’s first. Leaning down, he kissed the younger Saiya-jin ever so sweetly, "Don’t worry, I’ll always be gentle with you, Chibi." Slowly, he continued to press forward, knowing this was going to hurt the boy, but it was tradition during mating rituals for it to be pure raw ecstasy with little to no preparation. Kakkarotto let him know just how much pain was involved in his pleasure as he moaned loudly, clutching his back with strong hands. Vejita gasped at the feel of such tightness. He never imagined it could be this wonderful. The prince stayed still, waiting for Kakkarotto to adjust. "You okay?" he whispered, watching carefully for any traces of pain, which there were a few. "Nnn Yeah" Kakkarotto mumbled, moving his hips in time with his master’s slow movements. He reminded himself that he’d endured worse pain when training, that it would soon fade. Suddenly, all pain was forgotten as lights flashed before his eyes. Vejita smiled when the boy practically screamed in pleasure as he found his sweet spot. Slowly, the pace quickened, and he could feel it coming. Lowering his lips to Kakkarotto, he trailed wet kisses down his neck, sucking lightly at the place where his neck connected to his shoulder. Kakkarotto could feel it building as well, the moaning and groaning that filled the room lost to him when he felt his master’s callused hand take hold of his desire, pumping it in time with his thrusts. A new wave of pleasure flooded through him. It was so close. Suddenly, an electricity shot down his spine and throughout his body at the feel sharp canines puncturing his skin. Kakkarotto could feel a mix of emotions and memories flooding his mind. A young prince slowly stood, wiping the tears from his smudged face. "Enough! Saiya-jin don’t cry!" came the bellowing voice of the king. "Sire, perhaps we you should call it a day." Nappa’s voice suggested. "No! I have to be the strongest! I have to be the best!" yelled a furious prince of fifteen as he powered up to his maximum even though he couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept or eaten. Suddenly, he passed into unconsciousness from exhaustion, his head slamming against the floor as his body crumpled. "No, No What have I done? What have I become?" mumbled the prince, decked out in bloodstained armor as he stood before a foreign city that was crumbled and in flames. He instantly hardened himself. Saiya-jin don’t cry! It had been his first purging mission, and he had murdered He’d taken the lives of warriors, men, women, and children like he would on every other purging mission he’d go on from this day forward. A more recent memory surfaced, "I love you." a familiar voice echoed. An inner struggled followed by a solution Vejita was experiencing similar emotions and memories as he lapped at the savory crimson. An innocent child shuffled his feet as several women, obviously slaves, stood before him. "Kakkarotto, your father was killed in battle." One of them said, placing a hand on the small child’s shoulder. Suddenly a sorrowful crying filled the silence. A young Kakkarotto stood just outside the room, peeking in the doorway at the women within. "We don’t have any other choice." One said, pacing the room. "How can you even think of it." The youngest one protested. "She’s right. We have to sell him to the slave traders, otherwise we’ll all starve." Another said, hands on hips. "Listen, boy, don’t do too much of this." Said the shop owner as he glared at a ten-year-old Kakkarotto. "No, I have to get stronger. I have to be the best." The boy muttered, suddenly receiving a fierce slap in the face, knocking him to the ground. "None of that!" the shop owner yelled, storming back into the shop. "I will be the best." Kakkarotto muttered, clutching his already swelling cheek. A more recent memory came forward in the form of thoughts, "Jita. I can’t live without Jita. I may be naive, but I know what love is." The Saiya-jin howled in unison as the memories faded from one another’s mind to be replaced by the intense pleasure they had far from forgotten. Kakkarotto came first, his entire body tensing, causing Vejita to reach his peak with one final thrust. He then collapsed onto the boy, both of them breathing heavily. It didn’t take long for them to slip into a deep, deep sleep, lying in one another’s arms in the damp bed.

 Devour Me By: Hatti Lee* AKA Amalthea* AKA Saiyajin_Peach AKA Saiyajin_Peach_18

Chapter Twelve

Vejita was the first to wake, surprised to find that they’d shifted in their sleep to where Vejita was lying on his back, Kakkarotto cuddled up closely. Smiling, the prince wrapped his arms around his mate. The movement caused the boy to stir, and Vejita watched closely as the boy stretched, cuddling closer as his eyelids fluttered open and he smiled sweetly. "Nnn Jita." Kakkarotto whispered, kissing his prince chastely. It didn’t take long for him to notice something knew at the back of his mind. Concentrating on it, it was like he was experiencing everything twice. He looked up questionably at Vejita. "It’s the bond." The prince answered simply. "Bond? Does that have anything ta do with me seeing and feeling" he couldn’t finish, he didn’t know how to. Vejita nodded, "Last night I decided that the only person I want for a mate is you. So, that’s exactly what I did I dominated you, mated you, marked you, and a bond was formed. Our minds are linked now. It’s surprisingly stronger than I imagined. What you saw and felt were my memories, my past. That same thing happened to me." Kakkarotto gaped at his prince as the explanation came to a close, "Me? You chose me?" "Is that okay?" Vejita asked, suddenly feeling a slight fear of rejection. Kakkarotto was surprised to be able to sense the sudden feeling and pressed himself against his master, "It’s wonderful." He said before planting a wet, sloppy kiss on Vegita’s tasty lips. Pulling back for air, Kakkarotto grin faded, "Aren’t you goin to get in trouble for this?" "Don’t worry about it." Vejita said as they both settled into the comfort of their messy bed, holding one another. Just before he drifted back into the world of sleep, Kakkarotto felt warm breath at his ear and a faint whisper, "I love you, Chibi." Nappa yawned as he entered the palace, heading for his quarters. It was only minutes until the suns rose and he was dying to get some sleep. Raditz had become suddenly quiet throughout the remainder of their post, and NappaТs boredom had nearly gotten the best of him. Falling asleep on assignment, however, was a serious offense if you got caught. "Nappa, come in here!" called a deep voice. Nappa took several steps backwards and looked into the expansive throne room to see the king motioning for him to enter. "How are things progressing with my son?" "Sire," Nappa said, bowing respectfully, "IТm not sure, but he went for a walk yesterday evening." The king smirked, nodding. Perhaps his son was coming to his senses. If he was out walking, he was surely keeping an eye out for a beautiful woman. "And what of the boy?" "IТm not sure what you mean, SireЕ" Nappa said, his brow furrowed. "I mean," the king said, rolling his eyes at the bodyguardТs stupidity, "Has he shared the princeТs bed?" "Yes, but IТm not sure if theyТveЕ" "Good." The king interrupted, ignoring the foolТs babbling as he waved him away. So, things were looking up. HeТd been right all along. Nappa shook his head, trying not to worry himself with the kingТs strangeness. Finally, he reached his destination and stepped into the common room, closing the door behind him. Glancing at the time on his scouter, Nappa decided that he best wake the prince. The suns had already risen and the prince would surely be angry with him for not waking him. Sighing, Nappa opened the door to the princeТs room, the smell of sex bombarding his senses. Peering into the dim room, the bulky bodyguard could see that the prince was holding the boy in a rather intimate embrace. VejitaТs eyes cracked open to see Nappa staring dumbfounded. Silently, the prince woke his mate. "Morning, Nappa." Vejita said as he stood, pulling on a pair of black gi pants. "UhЕ Oh, good morning, Sire." "JitaЕ" Kakarotto whined, "Lemme sleep jusТ a little longerЕ" "Nope. Come on, get up." Vejita said, dragging the boy up out of bed. Mumbling something or another about being too tired, Kakarotto pulled on his gi pants from the previous day, "IТm hungry. LetТs get somthinТ ta eat." He said, fully awake at the thought of food as his stomach growled loudly. "Is all you think of food?" Vejita asked, continuing once heТd received a grin in reply, "LetТs wash up first." "Kay." The boy chimed happily. Nappa just stared dumbly as the two walked past him, heading to the shower. "WhatТs this?" the king asked, lifting a document closer for better inspection. It had been two months since heТd been pleased to hear from Nappa one early morning that his son was both looking for a mate and enjoying the male slave heТd provided. "Sire, Raditz, Saiyajin second class has issued this request." Explained an alien guard. King Vejita nodded, reading over the document, "Is he here?" "Yes, Sire." The guard said, scampering out into the crowd to retrieve the warrior. "Raditz?" the king questioned. "Yes, Sire." The longhaired warrior answered, bowing respectfully. "WhatТs this all about? My son doesnТt need a second bodyguard." "I was just hoping to better serve His Highness." Raditz lied. "I see," the king mumbled, reading over the document again, "Your father was Bardock?" "Yes, Sire." The king was surprised. He hadnТt known that the third class warrior had had children. He was a rare case that Bardock was. For his class, he was capable of doing more damage than expected. "IТm feeling generous. IТll grant your request. Understand, though, that this isnТt permanent." The king said, signing the document before handing it back to the alien guard, dismissing the longhaired warrior. "You take too many hits!" Vejita roared, sending an onslaught of ki blasts at the boy. Kakarotto easily dodged each one, looking back to see them impact the wall behind him, "Careful or youТll blow tha place up." Vejita smirked, "Nonsense. Now, attack." Kakarotto took an offensive position as he floated before his mate, suddenly disappearing and reappearing before the prince, punching him in the jaw with full force, causing the smaller Saiyajin to sail backwards. Regaining his balance, Vejita tensed his muscles, causing his body to halt in midair. Raditz stepped into the princeТs training hall amazed to see an all out battle taking place before his eyes. He glanced around the room to see a number of other guards watching the spectacle. Checking his scouter, the longhaired bodyguard was surprised to see that both of their ki levels were quite low compared to the amount of power they were displaying. Shrugging the phenomenon off, he searched the room again, finding that Nappa was quite near. "Hey, howТs it going?" Nappa looked to his left, surprised to see Raditz, "Hey, what are you doing here?" "IТve been assigned to Prince Vejita." "What?" Nappa asked, the warrior gaining his full attention. "WhatТs this all about?" Vejita asked, dropping down out of the air and approaching his bodyguard, Kakarotto close behind. "Sire," Raditz said, pausing to bow, "IТve been assigned to you as a second bodyguard." "Why?" Vejita questioned, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. "I requested it." "I see." Vejita said, realizing that there was more to this than just that. "Hiya, IТm Kakarotto." The boy said, breaking the silence that had come to settle on the group, a grin plastered on his face. "Really, KakarottoЕ Must you be so cheerful?" Vejita snapped. The boy giggled, "I almost had you." "You did not!" Vejita exclaimed. Their sparring match had been close, but it hadnТt been that close, had it? "Better watch outЕ" Kakarotto warned playfully, sticking his tongue out at the prince. Vejita smirked, leaning forward to take the delicious tongue into his mouth, pleased to wring a moan from the boy as their kiss broke. Raditz stared wide-eyed at the display. Nappa only rolled his eyes, looking the other way. The flirting, teasing, and show of affection had been going on for some time now. He was just about sick of it. "Well, Raditz, thereТs an extra room in our quarters. You can stay there." Vejita said, his tail curling and uncurling with desire. "Thank you, Sire." Raditz said, bowing again. "No need to be so formal. Nappa, I expect you to show him the ropes." The prince said before he and Kakarotto took back to the air, continuing their match. "Are they always like this?" Raditz questioned, watching as the two performed techniques he could barely keep up with. "Yup. It takes some getting used to." Devour Me By: Hatti Lee* AKA Amalthea* AKA Saiyajin_Peach AKA Saiyajin_Peach_18

Authors Notes: Well, here we go againЕ Another Goku & Vejita yaoi! Woo hoo! ^_^ In this one, Goku, or should I say Kakarotto, is definitely OOC, but itТs all good. YouТll see. ^_~ I actually have this entire fic finished. Complete! Seems I'm updating every three to four days, but even that could change, depending on reviews that is. Hint. Hint. ^_^ Oh, and I welcome any and all reviews. Be it from just a fan or a flamer! ItТs all good here! Warnings: If you donТt already know, this is a yaoi fic, which means male/male intimacy. If you are uncomfortable with this, or if youТre just narrow-minded, I suggest you go elsewhere. Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own DragonBall Z or itТs characters, and, again, unfortunately, IТm not making any money off of this. So, please don't sue me! It's not like you'd get much anyway! ^_^ More: Here we goЕ It's 1:45 AMЕ And it's FRIDAY! ^_^ So, here we goЕ Okay, if there's anyone left, on with the ficЕ

Chapter Thirteen

It had been three weeks since heТd started and Raditz found that it was a relatively easy, laid back job. Stepping out of his room wearing only a pair of black spandex shorts, he was surprised to see Kakarotto sitting on the couch, yawning. "Good morning, Kakarotto." "Huh? Oh, morninТ." The boy answered, watching as the longhaired warrior took a seat across from him in an armchair. "DoesnТt that bother you?" Raditz was surprised by the question, "What?" "All that hairЕ DoesnТt it get in tha way when ya fight?" Kakarotto asked, leaning back to get more comfortable. "Oh, well, I havenТt fought in some time." Raditz said, looking around. It seemed that Vejita and Nappa were both still asleep. This was his chance. "I was wonderingЕ What was your fatherТs name?" Kakarotto was somewhat shocked, the question bringing painful memories back to his attention. VejitaТs eyes snapped open. HeТd felt a slight sadness accompanied with some pain find it's way through the link he shared with his mate. He pulled himself out of bed to find that the boyТs ki was in the common room. Pulling on a pair of black gi pants, the prince exited the room he shared with Kakarotto. "MorninТ, Jita." Kakarotto said, watching as his master took a seat beside him, wrapping an arm around his waist. With that, Kakarotto continued his conversation with Raditz, "Bardock, his name was Bardock." Raditz smiled, he was right. He knew it all along. Suddenly, there was a loud yawn as Nappa entered the room, wearing his black spandex shorts and full armor. "WhatТs wrong?" Vejita questioned, feeling that same stab of pain and sadness shoot through his mind. "IТm okay." Kakarotto reassured his mate as he arched his neck to the side to reach the princeТs lips for a good morning kiss. Both Nappa and RaditzТs mouths fell open in shock. On the boyТs neck was a scarЕ A bite mark. After some time, Vejita and Kakarotto noticed. "Catching bugs?" Vejita joked, only to find that the bodyguardsТ expressions didnТt change, "What is it?" "Sire," Nappa said, "Did you make the boy your mate?" Vejita bared his teeth instinctively. HeТd hoped they wouldnТt find out. "Are you crazy? King Vejita is going to kill you." "Nappa!" Vejita snapped, "IТm quite capable of handling this on my own. WeТve been mated for nearly three months." "Do you think the king and the royals will accept this?" "What choice do they have?" Vejita growled. Nappa shook his head, "Most likely theyТll have him executed so that the bond can be broken. The purpose for you finding a mate was so you could produce an heir, remember?" The entire room fell into a shocked silence. "KakarottoЕ" Raditz began, feeling that it was time he explain himself, "The reason I requested to be assigned to Vejita was because the first time I saw you, I was shocked to see that you look remarkably like my father, Bardock. See, weТre brothers." Vejita quickly looked to his mate to see that tears had sprung to his eyes. "YouТre my brother? But I never met youЕ" "I moved into the palace when I was fourteen to begin guard service, you must have been born just after that." "I canТt believe it!" Kakarotto exclaimed, jumping forward to hug his brother, forgetting what Nappa had said only moments ago. Prince Vejita and Nappa were left in the common room while the two brothers went to the mess hall for an early breakfast to do some catching up. "What do you think I should do?" Nappa sighed, unsure of what to tell his prince, "I donТt know. If you resist, it will just be more painful." "I canТt believe that baka can be off chatting with his long lost brother while his life is at stake." Vejita hissed, annoyed with the world. "Sire, heТs just a child in love. IТm sure he expects you to be there and thus isnТt worried." "I hate it when youТre right," Vejita said through a smirk, rising to pace the floor, "I still have to think of something." "Well, you could challenge your father and become king. If youТre king, your word is law." Nappa suggested. "No, the royals still have council. They could rebel," Vejita said, sighing, "My best bet is probably to run." He said through a chuckle. Nappa looked up, "You could, you know." Vejita paused in his pacing, returning to his seat across from Nappa. "You could take a space pod and just leave," Nappa said, noticing that his prince was actually considering what he was saying, "Does he really mean that much to you?" "In my entire life I have killed hundreds and destroyed so muchЕ I hate it, yet I saw no other way to live. HeТs shown me emotions you canТt even imagine." Nappa smiled, "ThenЕ I think thatТs what you should do. ThereТs no other way." "You can come tooЕ" Vejita offered. "No, my place is here. I happen to enjoy being one of the strongest." Nappa said, smirking at his prince. "Very well. My gift to youЕ Eme and Seido, the two slaves I have left. TheyТre yours." NappaТs eyes widened slightly. HeТd never owned a slaveЕ Moments later he was smiling, nodding his thanks. Kakarotto snuggled up to his lover, kissing his sweat-covered chest. Their recent bout of lovemaking causing them to look at one another through half lidded eyes. "Do you remember what Nappa said about how you could be executed to break our bond?" Kakarotto looked up from his task, "YeahЕ" he answered quietly. "IТve been thinking about thisЕ The only way to get out of it is for us to leave. What do you think?" "Leave?" Kakarotto questioned, confused. "Yes, we could leave in a space pod. Leave this planet you hate." Kakarotto smiled but it quickly faded, "Are you sure? What about Nappa and Raditz?" "If itТs the only way for us to be together, IТm positive. IТve spoken to Nappa about this. He wants to stay. Raditz doesnТt know. No one else does." Kakarotto fell silent, resting his head back down against the smooth chest of his mate, sliding his arms up to encircle the princeТs waist, pulling him close. "Chibi?" "YeahЕ LetТs do it. We could start a new lifeЕ Where are we going?" Kakarotto smiled up at the older Saiyajin. Vejita kissed the boyТs forehead, "I forget the nameЕ ItТs a blue planet. The files said itТs full of vegetation and peaceful life." "It sounds great, but when are we goinТ?" "In a couple of weeks my father and the royals are going to approach me about my choosing a mate. WeТll do it that day." Kakarotto nodded. Soon they both fell into a peaceful sleep. They had a future. "RaditzЕ" The longhaired warrior turned to his right, "Hmm?" Vejita was sparring with an invisible partner high in the air and Nappa was off reporting to some royal or another about the planets current defense system since there were rumors going around about some new tyrant heading their way. "Promise not ta tell anyone about thisЕ" Raditz eyed his younger brother carefully, a bit confused, "Sure. What is it?" "Me and Jita are goinТ ta leave soon since itТs against the law for us to be bonded." RaditzТs mouth hung open, "But I just found youЕ" he stammered. "I know. Jita says you can come if you want... ItТs up to you." The boy said, watching his brotherТs face for any signs of what he was thinking. Vejita could sense his mates troubled mind and concentrated on feeling confident about their decision, hoping it would be some kind of comfort to him through the link they shared. "IЕ I donТt think I want to leaveЕ" Raditz said, looking up to see his brother smiling serenely. "I knew you were goinТ ta say that. IТll miss you." Kakarotto said, leaning forward to his hug the only other person than his mate to ever care about him. "Yeah, IТll miss you too." Raditz said as they separated. Devour Me By: Hatti Lee* AKA Amalthea* AKA Saiyajin_Peach AKA Saiyajin_Peach_18

Authors Notes: Well, here we go againЕ Another Goku & Vejita yaoi! Woo hoo! ^_^ In this one, Goku, or should I say Kakarotto, is definitely OOC, but itТs all good. YouТll see. ^_~ I actually have this entire fic finished. Complete! Seems I'm updating every three to four days, but even that could change, depending on reviews that is. Hint. Hint. ^_^ Oh, and I welcome any and all reviews. Be it from just a fan or a flamer! ItТs all good here! Warnings: If you donТt already know, this is a yaoi fic, which means male/male intimacy. If you are uncomfortable with this, or if youТre just narrow-minded, I suggest you go elsewhere. Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own DragonBall Z or itТs characters, and, again, unfortunately, IТm not making any money off of this. So, please don't sue me! It's not like you'd get much anyway! ^_^ More: FINAL chapter! Okay, if there's anyone left, on with the ficЕ

Chapter Fourteen

Vejita pulled on a full navy blue spandex bodysuit, watching as his mate dressed in nearly the exact same thing, except his was black. They both tugged on a pair of white gloves and boots. Last, they pulled a sleeveless shirt of white chest armor on over their heads. "Looks good." Vejita said, looking his mate up and down as he wrapped his tail around his waist. The spandex clung to every curve of the boyТs body, leaving nothing to the imagination. "Thanks." Kakarotto chirped, allowing his tail to just hover behind him. Together they stepped out into the common room, where Nappa and Raditz waited. As expected, there came a knock at the door. Vejita quickly stepped over to answer it, "What is it?" he snapped, finding sadistic joy in watching the alien creature tremble before him. Happening to catch his mate out of the corner of his eye, Vejita took in the scolding expression and quickly calmed down. "Sire, youТve been ordered to council." The creature said, stuttering over every syllable, trotting off once heТd delivered the message. "Well, letТs go." Vejita said, motioning for everyone in the room to follow him out the door. "Gentlemen, gentlemen, no need to worry. IТm sure my son has chosen a mate." The king said, looking from council member to council member, reassuring each one with a look of confidence. Just then, the wooden double doors opened to reveal four Saiyajin rather than just one. King Vejita quickly rose to his feet, "WhatТs this all about?" "Father, if youТd please calm down and take a seat, IТd be more than glad to explain." Growling, the king lowered back down into his extremely high-backed chair, "Well, explain." Vejita nodded, taking a deep breath before he began, "IТd like to announce to all of you that IТve chosen a mate, however, none of you will be happy with my choice. So, IТm leaving, never to return. Goodbye, father." Vejita said, practically whispering the last as he turned to leave. "Wait a second! What the Hell are you talking about?" the king bellowed, rising from his seat again along with all the other members of council, "WhoТd you choose?" Vejita smirked, turning on his heel to face his father again, "You were right, father. What I yearned for was male intimacy, but IТm afraid your plan backfiredЕ IТve mated with Kakarotto... WeТre bonded." The kingТs mouth fell open, "So, you think you can just leave then? I wonТt try to stop you. You became more powerful than myself some time ago, but such a power as that can be scouted from anywhereЕ Do you honestly think IТll let you live peacefully elsewhere?" the king said, his voice rising with each word. "ItТs a good plan, but IТm afraid that both Kakarotto and myself have learned how to hide our ki from the scouters." With that Vejita turned, walking briskly down the corridor towards the launching bay followed by Kakarotto, the two bodyguards, his father, and all the members of council. Fortunately, they got their first, both of them climbing into a sphere shaped ship. "Goodbye, brotherЕ" Kakarotto said just before the door hissed shut, a round red-tinted window allowing him watch as the king followed by the old men came around the corner, several of them shaking their fists in the air. Vejita quickly punched in coordinates and such, causing the ship to slowly rise high into the air, and with one final press of a button, they were blasted into space. "JitaЕ" the boy whispered in astonishment once theyТd exited Planet VejitaТs atmosphere, "I never knew it could look this beautifulЕ" The planet was made up of many different shades of red, ranging from near black to bright as blood. "ThatТs itЕ IТm no longer the princeЕ" Vejita mumbled. Kakarotto was surprised by the statement, "YouТll always be a prince to me." They embraced, remaining quiet for a few moments to bid their final farewells to their home planet. "How long Сtil we get there?" Kakarotto asked once the view slowly turned to where he could see nothing but blackness and a few shimmering stars. "About a year." The prince answered honestly. "A year!" "DonТt worry, Chibi, we can sleep the entire journey away with the press of a button." Vejita said, wrapping his arms around the boy. Kakarotto settled down against his mate, "WhatТs the name of the planet weТre going to?" "Earth." "Earth." The boy repeated, rolling the word around on his tongue. The prince chuckled, "ShhhЕ Now, letТs get some sleepЕ" Kakarotto grinned, "Kay. See ya when we reach our new home." Vejita smiled, poising his finger above a small white button, "Sweet dreams, my love." With that he pressed the button and they both fell instantly into a peaceful slumber. The space pod sped across space, leaving a bluish white streak in its wake. Within itТs small metal sphere it contained two of the strongest beings in the universe whom happened to be madly in love. Together theyТd find themselves on the peaceful planet called Earth, and together theyТd live out their lives in peace.

End

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A Prince and ... a Dragon?

Summary:

Because a prince was already very much seen by his princess; A prince for another prince OR A prince for the villain ... What can a prince and a dragon do together?

Genres: Action (a little), Fantasy, Humor, Romance, magic, dragons, princes, princesses, spells, witches

Warnings: Lemon (muuuuuuuuuuyyyyyyyy future), Death of a character and Torture (light and only in comments, nothing explicit) and ... we'll see if something else

Tags to find this story: # Dragon #A prince and a Dragon #Prince #Yaoi #Fanfic #FanficYaoi. # NinexDraak #Romance #Original

Fanfic notes:

First of all, I have to admit that my English is not the best, in fact, I am learning, so please, have patience, I am not very good with this, however, I thought that maybe people would like my story , so, with that intention and perhaps others, I would like to come here to show this particularly interesting story, I suppose. I am open to constructive criticism to improve my language, although I notice that I am using "Google translator". This idea is already rare, but well, someone already came up with it ... (I think) well, this is my version of the facts ... to see how it goes

It's more than anything romantic with comedy No. Ho, warning, things here are not overnight ... they go really slow .... warned are XD

Cap notes:

This idea came to me because of those weird images that are later on the Internet or by face ... I saw some where is a prince x prince and the typical prince for the princess ... well, I saw an image of a gentleman (we all know he is a prince) kissing a dragon ... I know, the image is rare and I do not think it has much to do ... but well, as I said, someone had to happen ... Ha, it's also inspired by that song Sherk 2 from "I want a hero" so ... here's my inspiration ... (Even I had fun with the cap)

1 - Our beginning ...

* This story begins in a place that for many would be an end ... our story begins right in the colossal and final battle between our Prince Nine and that damn witch who came to curse his little sister, the princess of his kingdom *

-hahaha, surrender stupid young man! - roared the funny witch to see all the problems in which the prince was fighting a dragon as black as the abyss and crimson eyes that roared with rage and attacked without compassion

"Never!" Shouted the young man with sandy brown hair, slightly tanned skin and emerald eyes already very hurt but that immediately took out a stone (like those that are taken from the river) a sky blue color which lit up when he put it in front of the dragon, this being roared and the brightness of the stone increased until, surprisingly, he threw the dragon to the other end of that room making that as soon as it hit the wall it collapsed covering at last all his body, the scream witch of anger to see that his slave had been beaten so easily

- Come on Felicia! I have already defeated you! - shouted the prince brandishing his sword in front of the witch

-Do you think this is over?! - And with a new shout he created a cane and with this he attacked the prince with his multiple spells, the prince, doing everything he could with his sword deflected as many attacks as possible, but in one his sword went flying away from him, that cursed witch smiled victorious while caressing the tip of his scepter, which was a crimson gem like the eyes of the defeated dragon

-This is your end stupid young man- said the witch, while pointing right in front of the young man who looked everywhere trying to see how to save himself, in a fit of madness ran away and taking a shield in the opposite way the shield reflected the attack of the witch, is barely surprised and managed to dodge her own attack which fell right between the pile of rocks where the dragon was ...

Because the witch had turned to see if her attack had not been redirected, she did not see that the prince had taken his sword again; a heartbreaking shout from her part sounded through all that remained of that great hall, the witch turned her eyes to see how that prince had not only pierced his chest, but destroyed the gem that lay on his chest, a crimson gem which, with the sword stuck it was destroyed in thousands of pieces ... they looked at each other with hatred and the witch took it by the neck, although it did not help much because the prince buried the sword even more in his chest

-I said ... this is over ...- he whispered as he buried more of the sword making the woman release heartbreaking cries of pain and agony ... finally stopped moving and became sands that were soon swept by the wind .. the prince dropped his sword to the ground and then he fell, breathed with difficulty looked at the little pile of sand that had been left of his enemy, smiled softly and looked at the nonexistent ceiling which showed a dark night jewel with stars and a full moon that shone genuinely in the sky

-Finally ... now my sister will be safe ... I managed to destroy the spell- she said while closing her eyes letting the wind caress her hair color to the sand ...

Her beloved younger sister was someone she loved too much, she could not let the curse of death corrupt that pure heart ... according to the curse the witch had thrown at her, once she was 15 years old that young lady as beautiful as she was , he would become a terrible demon that the more damage he did, the more darkness would be born in his fragile heart, in case this was not enough, as his darkness grew more and more, his own essence would disappear and with it, that young lady who once came to to be ... and so, turned into a monster, I would die, either because of its own darkness or at the hands of someone who did not know it and really believed that it was a monster ...

Suddenly his thoughts were interrupted when he heard an explosion, turned his eyes to a pile of rocks and debris and amazed how he came out on all fours a young man about his age "although it looked a little younger" white skin like snow, black hair slightly brittle (wavy) that reached up to his shoulders and strangely using large wings which was also dragged, along with a tail of black lizard like his hair and wings, that young man who had his eyes down He came out while coughing, he could notice that he was a bit hurt, he got up and went a little closer to him but still keeping a safe distance; You did not have to be a genius to know that this young man maybe and was the black dragon that had recently defeated ...

On the other hand, the dragon that had managed to get out of the rubble sat on the floor while coughing a little, another little and could not get out ... he felt very weak, was dizzy and felt strange, tried to focus his eyes and I miss seeing the ground closer than normal, I try not to give importance, maybe and I was still very weak ...

-oye are you okay? - He heard a soft voice and something worried about him, which he recognized as the voice of his enemy, looked at the brakes and was amazed to see that he was taller, now it was him, who had to see up when it was always the other way around, he roared annoyed and astonished he noticed that his voice had changed, it was not so serious, he moved his tail to his side and looked at the ground, it was then that he noticed that his skin, his strong black scales had disappeared and instead now a pale and fragile skin "before his eyes" he was, scared he made himself back sitting completely on his ass feeling all cold, feeling like some things on the floor itched his butt, I look at his now converted claws in human hands, I look at his legs which were no longer strong and muscular, but thinner and thinner, I look at his naked body and noticed his tail at his side, he sighed something calmer after seeing that he also had his black wings, which they were his gra n pride

-Are you okay? - He again heard the insistent question of the human now closer to the

-Don't come closer- roared, both opened their eyes amazed, the dragon looked at his hands and then passed them to his neck and then with those strange hands traverse his new body touching his strange softness and warmth ... while, the prince was surprised ... he had managed to understand the words of that dragon ...

-Do you speak? - Asked astonished, the dragon just looked at him

-Can you understand me? - Asked distrustfully, the prince nodded and the dragon continued to see his body, sigh annoyed and look everywhere -Where is the witch? - At last asked not see who had chained and returned his slave by obligation

-the mate- said the prince safe and victorious, the dragon in turn growled and tried to attack the human by opening its snout (now made a human mouth) but astonished did not see fire coming out of it, quite the contrary, cry of pain as he felt the fire burn part of his human knees and his hands ... the fire had appeared in his hands and not in his mouth as was the custom ... both saw the hands of the dragon and the prince realized the fact that that young man was naked and exposed, so, with a slight blush, he looked away, while the frightened dragon tried to understand what was happening, but as soon as he remembered that the witch had died at the hands of the other, he growled even more

-Humans are stupid! - he shouted as he got on all fours and looked at him annoyed as he walked towards him, the prince on his part was only doing backwards while watching him

-don't be an idiot, I had to kill her or else the curse that has fallen on my sister would never disappear- the prince said in his defense, the dragon was still chasing him and he was doing backwards watching the dragon growling

- You're a stupid human! Even if you kill the witch, you can never destroy her curse! if not, I would have returned to my true form, but look no further! having this fragile and disgusting appearance - he said with hate while looking at himself

-wait a moment what do you mean by that dragon? - asked the prince noticing a possibility that had not contemplated, the dragon finally returned his eyes to the front where the human was and growled

-While the witch has died the curse will continue ... she was the only one who knew how to reverse it and now that you have killed her, you have finished with all the possibilities ... idiot human- the dragon said with hatred

-that can not be possible ...- barely and whisper, after all was silent for long minutes the prince looked at the dragon turned human ... if what he said was true, there was still a possibility ...

-Do you know how to reverse it? - The dragon that at that moment was looking at his human body looked with one eyebrow raised at the other as a sign of distrust

-no, if I knew I would not be wasting my time here with you idiot human- roared with notorious annoyance

-but you must know the place where the witch was cursing, you must know something to save my sister ... and to return to normal- said knowing that with this the dragon would agree, said and done, the dragon raised his head and saw it for a few moments ... the prince finally noticed that the eyes of that dragon, which at first were a crimson color were now a color to the sky and sea together, it was a blue as precious as unique

-well, follow me, I think I know what to do- said the dragon as he began to walk on all fours around the room turning his back on the other, the prince turned to look away when he saw the dragon raising its tail like a small cat showing a panoramic view of his ...

-hehem (clearing his throat) why do not you walk on your 2 legs? - Asked annoyed, uncomfortable and embarrassed the prince looking away, but when he stopped listening to the steps of the dragon turned his eyes to the front to see how the dragon was profile looking annoyed

-I'm not human, so do not compare me with trash- said the young man with hatred, the prince meanwhile growled annoyed and said

-I do not do it because if ... p ... there may be pieces of glass and rock that hurt you ... so at least you will not be so hurt- he said looking away trying to hide his true reasons, the dragon for his part alone bufo annoyed and followed his way in the same way, the prince also huffed annoyed and followed him at a safe distance while trying to see something other than ... ... ... well, that was not the dragon. ..

-we arrived- the dragon said while trying to run, but since he was resting on his knees, they were already black and somewhat hurt so he could not run, besides the room was very small and could not take flight

The prince watched in astonishment a large room that could well pass through the living room, the dragon had been taking him through several rooms and although he had seen how he walked every time he saw the dragon hurt, this and his great pride did not allow him to listen to the words of the human...

-well, look for a book or I who ...- annoyed the dragon as he began to walk all over the place ... in the center of that room lay a 5-pointed star, around shelves, some with books , others with other formulas with jars full of things that you could not even imagine were ...

-oye idiot human, this thing is the one that always saw the witch- said the dragon while he was lacing on his knees trying to reach a black book, but as he could not lift the flight trying to reach, then, putting his weight on the ledge the prince saw how he was about to throw things around the book (including jars) so he ran and managed to take the dragon's hips to push him away

For the surprise the dragon moaned softly flapping its wings and being watched by the human, they looked into each other's eyes and immediately the dragon went away several steps looking at him with hatred and distrust showing his tail and his tense wings, the prince sighed and diverted his He looked towards the book that he had barely managed to pick up; once with the book in hands he went to sit in what seemed to be a chair something old began to leaf through the pages and slowly the dragon was approaching

-Well? - Asked when he was on the side of the other trying to see what the book said, the prince denied and the dragon looked at him

-I do not understand this, it is written in another language and I can not understand it- he said annoyed, but then he remembered the dragon so he showed him the book -You can read it true? - He said as he brought the book closer, and for doing so the dragon bit his hand as he moved away from the human

-are you an idiot or what? I do not know how to read human- he said annoyed as he went to a corner, the prince threw the book away from both and snorting annoyingly he ran his hands through his hair while he hunched a little in desperation

-haagg ... what am I going to do now? - He spoke with despair and weariness, then, instead of looking with the dragon he was trying to lick a wound that was near his elbow, he remembered that he had done that wound and he could not help feeling guilty, so, slowly he was getting closer and closer to him and when the dragon noticed him, he looked at him with distrust

-Now what do you want human? - Asked, the prince only took the injured arm of the other and taking a small ointment that had put a little in the wound, but as soon as I touch the skin of the other, the dragon roared and then bit very hard the hand that had the ointment

-haaaggg- the prince also shouted, after both were released and they saw with clear intentions of wanting to kill the dragon opened his mouth again trying to create his attack, but again he hurt himself again in the hands, the prince took that moment to take the dolls of the other and thanks to the dragon was lying on the floor, it was only a matter of turning it to be immobilized

-You have to calm down that I will not hurt you- he said annoyed while their faces collided with breath, it was then that the prince fell into something embarrassing ... he was on top of the dragon taking him by the wrists on top of his head, his face was to millimeters of the contrary besides that he was on top of his stomach but without putting pressure, without counting that the other was completely naked ...

A strong blush took hold of the prince's cheeks when noticing the situation so compromising in which he was with the creature and then, seeing down to corroborate (N / A: aja, corroborate ¬ /// ¬) that was naked , she could see that white skin almost pale, I could swear that it was soft to the touch and that it was very beautiful ... if it was not because it had many scars ... some small ones like simple scratches and others more notorious ... I look at her hurt body and marked by what would surely have been very hard battles ... but when he got below the belly he could see how almost both limbs brushed so that, already completely red, he suddenly got up from the other and looked away very flushed trying to see over another side

For his part, the dragon looked at him with an eyebrow raised between doubt and distrust ... first that strange feeling of having the human too close to himself, then seeing how with a red on the cheeks he looked at his body and then It was like a tomato and then almost jumping out of it, the dragon looked at him strangely and stood on his side "still lying on the ground" and looked at him as the other looked the other way

- Can you know what happens to you human phenomenon? - As he also tried to get up, but his wounds were such that he could not, so, just settled a little better but without taking the view of the human

-your wounds ... are they very serious? - He ventured to ask, heard the snort of the dragon and turned his eyes to see how the other was still trying to lick the arm injury

-preoc��pate for you and your princess and leave in peace those who do not need you- said cold while looking at him, after a second he returned his eyes to his wounds to continue battling in lick, the prince sigh seeing the ceiling and then the The only window in the place ... He sighed again and turned to the dragon which, as soon as he noticed that it was approaching growled again

- Stand still, I have to heal your wounds or they will get infected and you could die - he said as he began to tear his clothes to make bandages

-I do not need your help damn human- he said with hatred but without moving "not that I did not want, but that I could not" the prince only bufo and taken the ointment again he placed it gently on that soft skin while threatening him with which it was going to burn him but with that his wounds would heal faster, the dragon had no other than to let himself be

-Aaaa! Be stupid human care! - shouted the dragon while hitting him with his tail "the only one that was already bandaged" the prince looked at him annoyed and just looked at him annoyed

-Nine, my name is Prince Nine, so stop calling me stupid human, idiot, phenomena and I do not know how many nicknames more- said annoyed, the dragon roared and continued with the old process of trying to heal the dragon without it kill or eat

Final Notes:

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[translations-by-aiimee]

Mistakenly Saving the Villain - Chapter 7

Original Title: 论救错反派的下场

TW for this chapter: Suicide Attempt

Genres: Drama, Romance, Xianxia, Yaoi

This translation is based on multiple MTLs and my own limited knowledge of Chinese characters. If I have made any egregious mistakes, please let me know.

Chapter Index

Chapter 7 - Panic in the Medicated Bath

Song Qingshi searched the warehouse all night and finally found old robes made of red ice silk. He dismantled the decorative formation above, handed it over to the valley servants, and asked them to modify them to look like inner robes overnight. Then, he quietly put them on the bedside of Yue Wuhuan along with the new cotton gown.

The next day, Yue Wuhuan was shocked when he saw this ice silk robe.

Song Qingshi has urged him up from outside the door: "Hurry up, let's go for a new treatment."

"Yes, Master." Yue Wuhuan knew that he had changed masters, so he didn't dare to think too much. He put on his clothes and went out in a hurry, feeling much more comfortable in this outfit.

Song Qingshi took him through the corridor and went to the alchemy room next door. This was originally a forbidden place in the Medicine King Valley. A place where the original body used animals and humans to experiment with various medicines. It was also the place where the valley servants were most afraid of entering. Song Qingshi complied with the "Declaration of Helsinki" and rejected any human experiment that violated ethics. Fortunately, when he took over being the Medicine Master, there were not many test items left by the original body. He immediately released what he could release and helped those that needed help, and then changed it to a treatment room. The remaining specimens and general teachers are placed in other rooms - these were the big treasures of medicine, and he would study slowly when he had some free time.

Yue Wuhuan was walking towards the alchemy room and found that more than one valley servants cast sympathetic glances his way, and he became a little nervous. After entering the alchemy room, when he saw Song Qing take out a medicine vat big enough to fit a person in, he became more paranoid.

Song Qingshi didn't notice his anxiety. He threw the various medicinal materials that had been counted ahead of time into the tank, then poured water and used the alchemical fire in his body to control the temperature. After the water in the tank turned red, he turned back and said: "Take off your clothes and get in."

Yue Wuhuan stood still, his eyes stiffened when he looked at him.

"Don't be afraid," Song Qingshi finally remembered that he had forgotten to explain. "The Prince’s Plume Expelling Decoction is a medicinal bath. It won't cause discomfort."

Yue Wuhuan hesitated for a moment before stretching his hand to the belt and untying it.

Song Qingshi turned around, sat down with his back to him, not peeking at him entering the bath.

Yue Wuhuan breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly removed his clothes, and stepped into the bloody medicinal water. The hot liquid medicine penetrated into the skin, causing a slight tingling sensation, but there was indescribable comfort. He took a deep breath, relaxed completely, and suddenly sank his whole person into the water. He didn't expect that the water would overflow because it was too full. It splashed on Song Qingshi’s neck, ears and hair. A pale red flower blossomed on his white robe.

For most Daoists, the robe was a very important thing and any damage would cause heartache.

Yue Wuhuan realized his mistake and sneaked out of the water quietly. He hid in the tank and peeked out, worried that he would offend Xianzun.

Song Qingshi didn't care what happened. He stared at the bluestone on the ground in a daze. After a while, he discreetly shook the water droplets on his hair.

Yue Wuhuan picked his words carefully and asked cautiously: "Master, will you turn around so that this slave can clean you?"

Song Qingshi lowered his head and looked at the bluestone more attentively: "You are bathing, you can't peek." In his world view, it was reasonable for doctors to check the patient's physical condition during treatment, but if the doctor peeks at the patient trying to take a bath, it was morally corrupt and shameless.

Yue Wuhuan pondered these words for a long time, and guessed: "Does Master dislike that this slave's body is too dirty?"

Song Qingshi shook his head and whispered: "You don't like being watched."

"Master jokes." Yue Wuhuan's eyes hardened, and he was silent for a moment, peeking out of the water. His long hair wet sat on his shoulders, just like a mermaid who just came out of the sea. His body was otherworldly, and his muscles were perfectly proportioned with no hint of fat. His waist was slender enough to be held with one arm, but there was hidden power inside. He leaned against the edge of the bath, approached Song Qingshi’s ear, blowing lightly. His phoenix eyes were extremely charming, the red tear-shaped mole was so gorgeous that it could charm people’s hearts, and his voice was as tempting as the devil. "What is there not to see on this slave's body? The people who have seen it. . . there were too many to count. They all say that the slave's body is very beautiful and defined, and it can stop a man in his tracks. It was made to be adored. . ."

Song Qingshi quickly interrupted him, repeating: "You don't like being watched."

After Yue Wuhuan watched him for a long time, he said hoarsely: "This slave doesn't care anymore."

Song Qingshi didn't know how to explain, but insisted: "You don't like it."

Can he refuse just because he doesn't like it?

Yue Wuhuan thought this was ridiculous. In the years when he was just sent to accompany guests, he was coaxed to say that he didn't like it and didn't want it. The result was only meant to find his weaknesses for their amusement.

He didn't like to be seen, so that meant he was forced to show the most unbearable postures to everyone in the square and at banquets time and time again.

He doesn't like saying those lewd things, so he was tortured by various drugs and instruments of torture until he learned to use his voice to add to the excitement. . .

Until he abandoned his sense of shame, gave up his dignity, and pretended to enjoy these things.

He had known for a long time that in the eyes of these stupid cultivators, he was just a beautiful toy, without emotions, existing just to be moulded into whatever his master wanted. He often wished that he could go mad and be stupid, like most slaves, and lose his ability to think. He could mindlessly live a dog-like life and using his body to please his master.

It's a pity that there was always a trace of clarity in his heart, coldly examining his embarrassing self, and then cutting him to pieces. . .

Maybe he had already gone crazy. . .

He couldn’t tell when the fire rose slowly. The temperature of the potion was getting hotter and hotter. Yue Wuhuan’s face also became hotter and hotter, but he couldn’t feel the scorching heat and dipped his head into the bloody-red potion until water flooded up his nose and he couldn't breathe. He didn't want to get up, hoping to just stay submerged forever so that the hot water could clean the filth off his body, preferably right down to his bones.

Song Qingshi noticed something was wrong from the quietness behind him. He turned his head and found that he had been distracted when they were speaking and did not control the Red Lotus fire well. The water temperature rose several degrees and it was so hot that Yue Wuhuan had disappeared beneath the surface of the water. Song Qingshi didn't move cautiously, got up and rushed over, reaching into the tank to get the person out.

The wet beauty was dragged into his arms. His eyes were closed and his limbs drooped feebly. His long curling hair clung to his fair skin, dripping onto the ground, making the Acacia Seal on his back shimmer. Song Qingshi's mind was clear. He quickly laid the person on the ground, confirmed he still had a pulse and started CPR.

Yue Wuhuan spit up water and opened his eyes. He was surprised to find that Song Qingshi’s face was so close to his. He could even see his own reflection in his clear, black eyes. Because of the heat from the tank, Song Qingshi's eyes were heated and red, with water droplets clinging to his long eyelashes. He looked like a naive and innocent boy, nothing like an ancestor of the Nascent Soul sect who had practiced for nearly a thousand years, deceiving and cheating death itself.

He hadn't recognized the other party's true identity by the river at the time. He had wanted to sympathize with a man who would never experience an unjust death.

Yue Wuhuan's thoughts became more and more chaotic. He curled up subconsciously, and all kinds of messy memories flashed in front of him. The tenderness in his chest and the remaining warmth on his lips made him a little confused between reality and his memories as if he had returned to when he was punished by his masters.

Scholar-Tyrant Song almost failed his class, so scared that his soul almost flew away. His movements were as fierce as a tiger, relying entirely on instinct. After Yue Wuhuan woke up, he breathed a sigh of relief. However, he realized that there were many ways to treat drowning in the world of cultivating immortals, and there was no need to use modern first aid at all.

He wouldn't be able to clearly explain this. . .

It was standard for medical students to perform CPR on a drowning victim. Regardless of whether it was someone beautiful or ugly, a child or an old man, he would do it without hesitation. Song Qingshi was a little embarrassed that he hadn't figured out the best first aid technique for the immortal world ahead of time, but he can worry about that later. He just had to figure out how to explain it.

Yue Wuhuan had lost the focus in his eyes. He slowly unfolded his body, no longer covering it up, like a fish that was forcibly dragged ashore to die, preparing to be slaughtered.

Song Qingshi quickly turned his face away, closed his eyes, and apologized honestly: "I'm sorry, I made a mistake with the temperature of the water."

"It's not Master's fault," Yue Wuhuan's eyes were open, but he couldn't make out anything around him. He was listening, but he couldn't understand what was being said. He repeated his standard answer, "It's my fault, it's my fault. . ."

This is the truth that he had paid a heavy price to learn and had been instilled in him over and over again, always reminding him how to live.

"Wuhuan, you are so beautiful, you were born to be played with."

"Wuhuan, it's your body that seduces men, so it must be abused."

"Wuhuan, it's because you are so aloof that it makes me not want to stop."

"Wuhuan, you are a monster born for sex."

"Yue Wuhuan, it's all your fault."

"Yue Wuhuan, it's all your fault."

. . .

"My fault, my fault, my fault. . ." Yue Wuhuan kept repeating numbly, "It's all my fault."

Because he was the wrong that existed in the world.

Song Qingshi took off his robe and put it on Yue Wuhuan, and suddenly realized that the mental state of the person in front of him was very fragile, as though he were caught in a terrifying trap. He thought for a while and gritted his teeth. He stretched out his hand to slap him but hesitated, so he got up and brought a bucket of cold water next to him. He used the freezing technique and poured it down suddenly over his head. Yue Wuhuan was shocked by the cold, and his mind cleared somewhat. Song Qingshi took the opportunity to give him the Tranquil Mind Spirit Calming Pill to take.

"Master?" Yue Wuhuan came to his senses, a little confused.

"It's okay." Song Qingshi took the towels and clothes he had prepared earlier, wrapped him up layer and layer like a dumpling, and then gave a rational explanation, "You were hallucinating because you almost drowned."

Yue Wuhuan nodded blankly.

Song Qingshi determined that he had wrapped the dumpling tight enough. He stopped, satisfied, and ordered: "Wear more in the future."

Yue Wuhuan looked at him and asked anxiously: "This slave can wear more?"

Song Qingshi eagerly educated him: "Autumn is coming soon. It's going to be cold. You must wear more to avoid catching a cold."

"Thank you Master for your pity." Yue Wuhuan responded softly as soon as he was sure that he was not toying with him. He clutched his clothes tightly. For some reason, he suddenly remembered that when he first entered Golden Phoenix Manor, he was forced to take off all his clothes and was reduced to being a plaything.

Now, this seemingly deceptive man had personally helped him put on his clothes piece by piece, as though he were trying to convince him of something. . .

Because the medicated bath had been interrupted, the effect had not been fully achieved.

Song Qingshi busied himself adding water to the medicine tank and re-adjusting the temperature.

Yue Wuhuan sat quietly on the ground watching him work for his sake, lost in thought. Suddenly, he later realized that the never-ending burning sensation in his body had died down. He moved his body slightly and was surprised to find that the sensitivity caused by drugs had also greatly decreased, and the friction of the cloth was no longer causing him discomfort.

He tried to find an answer, but couldn't understand it. He finally plucked up the courage to ask, "Master, what is the purpose of the Prince's Plume Expelling Decoction. . .?"

"Huh?" Song Qingshi stopped and froze for a while. He found that he had again fallen into the scholar-tyrant's bad habit. His mind was moving too fast. He always felt that others would understand as long as he gave a name or an answer, regardless of whether others were following his thoughts or not.

Song Qingshi was a good academic who knew how to accept his mistakes and correct them. He reorganized his words several times in his mind and chose the simplest explanation, "Your body has been corroded by many drugs, so it causes great discomfort. The Prince's Plume Expelling Decoction can be used to remove the drug residues in your body. This medicinal bath needs to be taken five times, and the last two times will be taken with Muscle Generating Flower and Snow Toad Cake added to help repair the old wounds. When that happens, it might be itchy and uncomfortable but we can't use anesthetics. Don’t worry, you just need to endure that stage, and the body will return to its original state. . ."

Song Qingshi couldn’t bear to say it: Those people didn’t care about whether Yue Wuhuan lived or died. All kinds of aphrodisiacs were used uncontrollably on him, causing conflicts of various drug properties in his body and residual excess. If the drugs had continued to be used, he wouldn't have made it another few years.

"I was overdosed on drugs. . . Yes, they thought I was boring," Yue Wuhuan wrapped his clothes tightly around his frame, reluctant to let go. He hesitated for a long time but decided to control the unwillingness in his heart and explain clearly what Song Qingshi would figure out sooner or later. He was so confused that he once again forgot how he was supposed to address himself, "Master, without the medicine, my body will not respond to men. You won't be able to find pleasure in me. I-I'm not used to those things, only with the help of drugs. . ."

Song Qingshi interrupted his incoherent speech: "Don't do things that make you uncomfortable."

"You don't need to be nice to me." The more Yue Wuhuan opened his heart, the more fear he felt. He was like a bewildered child, desperately saying, "I have nothing, the only thing I can give you is this body. . ."

Song Qingshi realized that he wasn't in a good emotional state right now and turned away. He knew he should do psychological intervention now, but the words in his heart that he had practiced thousands of times all disappeared the minute he opened his mouth. He couldn't say anything sweet and comforting. He was clearly extremely upset, but in the end, his thoughts could only be condensed into two words: "You have."

The Yue Wuhuan in his heart was the kid who had practiced his swordsmanship under the peach blossom tree, the boy who dreamt of becoming a cultivator with a mortal body.

The Yue Wuhuan he saw in his eyes was a soaring phoenix in the heavens, the brightest star in the night, but with its wings broken and covered in dust.

Song Qingshi walked step by step, firm in every step.

Yue Wuhuan tried to force himself to calm down, but he couldn't stop his body from trembling, and he wanted to retreat.

Song Qingshi squatted down on his knees and looked meaningfully into his eyes.

Yue Wuhuan felt that he couldn't retreat.

Song Qingshi promised word by word: "I will and return to you whatever you had before, and I will give you everything you want."

Yue Wuhuan's breathing became short. He still couldn't understand what this promise meant, but he understood the seriousness and determination in Song Qingshi's eyes. He asked carefully: "What do you need me to do?"

Song Qingshi asked: "Don't try to commit suicide again, okay?"

Yue Wuhuan thought for a long time and finally nodded.