The Master Becomes the Slave by Kaialicious

Disclaimer: DragonBall Z and the characters of DragonBall Z are not of my creation. They solely belong to Akira Toriyama. I have in no way made any profit off Toriyama's work other than to create a fictional tale for my personal enjoyment.

Warning: This story contains Yaoi situations. It is not for under age readers.

Author's Note: This story takes place in an alternate universe.

*****

He was about to leave the market place when he happened to catch something out of his peripheral vision.

A slave merchant was hawking his merchandise in a nearby alcove. Kneeling beside him was an adult male whose physical appearance quickly drew Vegeta.

He approached the merchant and halted before the alcove.

"Looking for something unusual, sir? I have fine and exotic female slaves. Blue, pink, green, any alien race you want."

Vegeta let the merchant's voice drone on. He focused his attention on the slave next to the old man.

He was surprised to see that the slave's spiky shock of black hair, wide eyes, strong facial features, and the long furry tail were that of another Saiyan male.

The slave stared up at him curiously. He looked very familiar.

Vegeta remembered a soldier in his father's army, a low class Saiyan by the name of Bardock. The slave resembled him so much, that he could be his twin.

Vegeta suddenly realized who the slave was.

Kakarrot.

The son of Bardock, yes. The features of the two Saiyans were the same. The slave's face however was somewhat softer than his father's was, less hardened by war.

Vegeta remembered that Kakarrot had been sent out to some distant planet when he was just a babe. He had ended up here, but the planet was not in shambles, which puzzled Vegeta. How had he become a mere slave? Why had he allowed this disgrace to happen?

He wanted some answers, but first, he had to remove the Saiyan from beneath the merchant's yoke.

"How much?" he asked the grizzled looking man.

"You do not want him, your majesty. He is a troublemaker -very wild. He will not listen to anyone who buys him. Every master that he has ever had has returned him to me within hours."

"And so you punish him for his behavior by starving him?"

"I cannot control him otherwise," the merchant argued.

"You will sell him to me." Vegeta handed him a small bag. The weight alone would guarantee the slave's purchase.

"He goes by the name of Goku," the merchant said. "He won't answer to anything else, believe me, many have tried giving him another name. He's a stubborn one he is."

Saiyan pride.

Vegeta turned to Kakarrot and told him, "Come."

Kakarrot looked at him blankly.

"He's your new master, Goku," the merchant explained. "He paid top money for you. You had better do as he says. He's rich and he can give you all the food that you want, just behave yourself."

That got the slave moving. He rose to his feet.

He was wearing a thin metal collar around his neck and a cream-colored loincloth. His feet were bare. He was a little on the thin side, but had not lost too much weight. He still had the adequate muscle mass that distinguished him as a full-blooded adult Saiyan.

Why had he not taken the food from the merchant? He was certainly stronger than the man was.

"Come, Kakarrot," Vegeta repeated.

"My name is Goku," the slave told him.

"Your real name is Kakarrot."

The slave laughed and said, "Well that's a silly name."

Vegeta decided that either he was impertinent or incredibly stupid.

The merchant hit him at the back of his head. "You want to eat, don't you? Shut up and go with him."

Goku rubbed his head and stepped out from under the alcove.

"Your name is Kakarrot," Vegeta assured him, "and I will call you by no other. It is the name that was given to you by your father and it is a symbol of your Saiyan heritage."

"Saiyan heritage?"

"Yes."

"What's a Saiyan?"

Vegeta was startled by his question. "You…do not know?"

"This is the first time that I have ever heard of it."

The ship that he had been sent off in had had all the information that was needed to educate him. Perhaps the vessel had been damaged, leaving Kakarrot clueless to his ancestry and his mission. That would explain everything.

"Then there is much that I must teach you."

"Well…all right," he said uncertainly, "but only if I get something to eat first."

*****

He had brought him to his home a short moment ago. Goku had seemed impressed by his wealth.

"Wow," he had said. "This sure is a big place. You live here alone?"

"Yes."

"Don't you get lonely?"

Vegeta had ignored his question. He set some food out on the table for the Saiyan and sat down in the chair beside him.

"Eat slowly," Vegeta instructed him.

The slave disregarded him and began gorging himself on the food.

"Stop it, Kakarrot!" Vegeta knocked the food from his hand.

Goku gasped as his precious food spilled to the ground. He gave the prince a vicious glare.

"You have to eat slowly or you will suffer from stomach cramps," Vegeta explained to him.

"But I'm hungry." He tried to shove handfuls of berries into his mouth.

Vegeta knocked that out of his hand as well. "Must I feed you?"

Goku blinked.

"I am not feeding you!" Vegeta shouted. "Go on, fill your belly until you throw up, I don't care!"

Goku did just that, but he did not retch.

"I don't feel so good, master."

Vegeta made a sound of disgust and muttered, "Idiot."

*****

Goku was curled up beneath the sheets, fighting off his cramps. Vegeta sat in a chair at his bedside, his arms crossed, and a look of displeasure on his face.

"Maybe next time you will do as I say."

Goku hugged a pillow to his stomach. "Food sure can pack a wallop," he said.

Vegeta frowned. "Enough talk about food, Kakarrot. Let's speak of something else."

"What?"

"How did you become a slave?"

Goku shrugged and said, "I don't know. I've been one all of my life."

Vegeta was stunned. "You did not fight your oppressors or try to escape them?"

"That's forbidden," Goku said.

He did not escape his fate because it was forbidden. Vegeta had never heard of such a ridiculous thing.

"Kakarrot, I cannot believe you. You are a Saiyan. Even if you were still a babe, you would have realized your predicament and ruined those who had enslaved you."

"I couldn't do that," he said. "They were very nice to me."

"Nice?" Vegeta spat out the word.

"Yeah. I did cause them a lot of trouble though."

Vegeta wondered exactly what kind of trouble. Kakarrot was a Saiyan. Perhaps his strength had caused damage to his former owners' property. Perhaps his eating had left a dent in their pockets. Saiyans needed a lot of food to replace their massive amounts of energy. Maybe Kakarrot had nearly eaten his masters' fortunes to near extinction. Either that or his utter stupidity had been too much for them to handle.

Given his lack of intelligence, yes, that sounded more rational.

"You said that I'm a Saiyan," Kakarrot interrupted his thoughts.

"Yes. We are the last of our race," Vegeta began. He expounded on the legacy of their people, their beginnings, and their evolution into the perfect strain of warriors. Then finally, he told him of their end at the fate of a meteor.

"We should never forget our ancestry," Vegeta finished saying and looked down at him.

Goku had fallen asleep.

Vegeta wondered if he had heard a word of what he had said.

*****

Vegeta rose and was surprised to find Goku kneeling beside his bed.

"What are you doing in my chambers?"

"Waiting for you," Goku smiled.

Vegeta grunted grouchily and got out of bed. Why did Kakarrot have to be so cheery in the morning? If he was a real Saiyan, he would be sneering at everything in sight, but no, not Kakarrot. Kakarrot had to greet you with his blasted goofy grin first thing in the morning!

"Get out of my way, Kakarrot," Vegeta snapped and headed for the balcony. He needed some air. Kakarrot's sunny attitude was irritating him.

He threw open the doors and sighed as the chilled morning air hit his face. It was just what he needed to cool his blood. He had had a very startling dream. The evidence of its effects was pressing against the sheet around his waist.

Vegeta growled at his lack of control. He hated this form of weakness. He glanced at the Saiyan slave. Kakarrot did not appear to think that anything was unusual about his master's state. In fact, the slave was quite riveted by the opulence of his master's bedroom.

"Humph."

Vegeta's gardens stretched out before him. The city was at the edge of the vast green foliage, beyond the protective walls of Vegeta's estate. No one could enter his domain. Not unless they had access to the keys of the wrought iron gate. Another form of Entry was possible, but that required the gift of flight, and in all the years that Vegeta had lived on this planet, he had met no one else who could fly.

"Are we going to have breakfast now?" Goku asked. He was standing nearby, to his right.

Hungry already?

"No. I want to take a bath first." He heard the slave sigh. "I am not going to starve you, Kakarrot. You need not worry."

"Yes, master."

Vegeta looked at him. He was smiling again.

Well, that cheered him right up, didn't it? No wonder the slave merchant could control him. Idiot…

Vegeta would have to do something about his weakness. No Saiyan would have let their fondness for food affect their lives so completely. Kakarrot had to be an utter fool. Didn't he know that he could take what he wanted? His stupidity disgusted Vegeta.

Vegeta turned away from the view of his gardens and left his chambers. The baths awaited him. Goku followed him as he walked down the long marble hallway.

At least he knows his place, the prince thought.

The water in the baths was warm as usual. Vegeta closed his eyes as the heat enveloped his body. He tensed as a washcloth touched his back. He opened his eyes and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Grooming you."

"And since when do I need someone to groom me?"

"Since you bought me."

Vegeta grumbled.

Goku ignored his grouchy behavior and gently washed Vegeta's body, lingering on his tanned flesh far longer than was necessary.

"Did you do this for your other owners?" Vegeta asked him.

"Sometimes," he said.

Vegeta was curious. "Did they force you?"

"Not really," Goku answered. "One of my masters wanted to punish me, so I had to groom his pets. He owned many animals. Some of them were vicious. They bit me pretty hard. I…got in trouble after that."

Vegeta's interest was peaked. "Oh?"

"I was grooming one of his pets and it tried to eat my entire hand. It wouldn't let go, so I kind of blew it up...and the house along with it."

Vegeta looked at him over his shoulder.

"I didn't mean to," Goku rushed out, "it just happened."

"Hmm…"

Kakarrot is aware of his powers. He has used them before.

"My master was so mad that he took me back to the slave merchant and asked him for a refund," Goku finished telling him.

Vegeta wanted to know just how strong Kakarrot was. The idea of testing him became more appealing to him than devoting an entire day to training on his own.

"Can you show me what you did to the animal? Not here," Vegeta quickly added when Goku raised his hands. "Outside, later."

"I think so."

"Good," Vegeta said and moved away from Goku. "That is enough for now." He wasn't used to being groomed by another. Grooming did play a big part in Saiyan rituals. The problem was that one's mate often performed the task. Kakarrot was in need of some serious enlightenment. He could not keep doing such mundane things for Vegeta, even if he was a low level Saiyan. It just wasn't proper.

Vegeta narrowed his eyes as he watched the slave wash his wild looking hair. Yes, he thought. I will have to teach him Saiyan etiquette.

Goku stuck his tail in his ear to clean it. Vegeta was disgusted.

The idiot had better learn fast.

He climbed out of the bath and snapped, "Are you going to be in there all morning, Kakarrot?"

"Huh?" Goku looked at the naked prince and blushed.

Vegeta coiled his wet tail around his waist. "I thought you said you were hungry."

"Oh. Yes." Goku averted his eyes and climbed out of the water.

The prince wrapped a towel around his hips and returned to his chambers. He dressed in his Saiyan suit and wrinkled his nose in distaste at the loincloth that Goku had worn before. The thing was an eyesore. Unfortunately, Kakarrot didn't seem to notice it.

"Breakfast," Vegeta muttered. The word made Goku's face come to life.

"Oh boy!" He began to jog in place.

Vegeta sweat dropped and growled, "Knock it off! Have some pride! You act as if you've never been fed before!"

"Sorry," he apologized and halted.

"Idiot!" Vegeta snarled and left the room. Kakarrot was in tow.

In the kitchen, the young Saiyan seemed enthralled with his surroundings.

"Gosh, this place is really huge. It must take you all day to clean it, huh?"

"I don't clean anything. There are servants that come by three times a week to do that."

"Oh."

Vegeta stared at him. Why would he think that Vegeta would do something as menial as cleaning up his house? Yes, Vegeta prepared his own meals, but only because he trusted no one else to cook for him. Being the last of his race had made him paranoid, but Kakarrot's presence had lessened his paranoia.

Of course, he could not imagine allowing Kakarrot to cook for him. From what he had seen of the Saiyan, the fool would probably eat all of the food before it got on the table or burn the house down with his stupidity.

"Humph."

The prince cast aside his thoughts and concentrated on making breakfast. When the food was ready, he set it before the overly eager Kakarrot. A quick glare made Goku refrain from shoveling the piping hot food down his gullet.

"This time, use your utensils," Vegeta told him.

Goku ducked his head. "Yes."

Breakfast was tolerable now that he had the slave's eating habits under control. Vegeta didn't have to fight for portions or wrestle with him to eat more slowly. He began to believe that maybe Kakarrot wasn't so stupid after all.

He must have been studying Kakarrot far too long because the slave suddenly knelt at Vegeta's feet and said, "My prince…"

What was he doing now?

"Get up Kakarrot."

He looked up at him in confusion. "You don't want to…"

"Of course not," Vegeta said and crossed his arms.

Goku stood and stared at his bare feet. "You're going to send me back aren't you?"

"Why do you say that?"

"You're not interested in me, and I'm too much trouble for you."

Vegeta opted to ignore his pity-filled words. "Shut up, Kakarrot."

Goku took his seat at the table and began to eat again. Vegeta interrupted him a moment later. "You are in need of clothing."

"Why?"

"You show far too much skin in that rag," he told him.

"But this is all that I have," Goku said.

"I will buy you what you need."

Kakarrot smiled at him. Vegeta frowned. Why did he have to be so emotional about everything?

"Uh…"

"What is it now?"

"Nothing…I just wanted to thank you, master."

Vegeta pounded his fist on the table, rattling the dishes. "You can thank me by being silent!"

"Yes, master Vegeta."

The prince cringed. Already he regretted saving the fool.

*****

"I can't do it," Goku said.

They were outside in the gardens. Goku had been trying to show the prince the attack he had used on one of his masters' pets. So far, the slave had managed to break a sweat and nothing else.

It was a disappointment. Vegeta had been looking forward to sparring with someone. He was tired of using the mountain range at the opposite end of his estate as target practice. The mountains did not hit back and so they made poor training companions.

Maybe Kakarott needed to be in serious danger, or threatened. Vegeta considered this and called out to Goku then threw three small energy blasts at his feet. The Saiyan cried out in fear and fell well out of the way of the tiny ki induced explosions. Clomps of dirt pelted him, further dirtying his loincloth.

Vegeta made a sound of disapproval and crossed his arms. Kakarott was embarrassingly inept and untrained. Kakarott had a lot of work ahead of him before he could even reach the level of power that Vegeta himself possessed.

"Can you fly?" Vegeta inquired.

Goku's face warmed as he considered whether he should tell him. His previous masters had freaked out when they had learned that they owned a slave who could fly. It didn't make sense to them to keep him after that. What good was a slave that could escape whenever he wanted to? Of course, they never bothered to notice that Goku had never once run away from them. Maybe the very thing itself -flying, had scared them. Goku had never thought about that aspect until now.

He studied the prince's expressionless face and felt the corners of his mouth lift into a smile. There was something about the prince…

"Kakarott."

…that made him smile all the time. He had noticed it the first time that he had ever laid eyes on him. There was a certain connection between them. Maybe it's our Saiyan blood, he thought.

"Kakarott!"

"Huh?"

"Can you fly?"

He smiled and answered, "Yes, master."

"Good. We are going to the city," Vegeta said and ascended into the air.

Goku looked up at him and asked him, "Why?"

"To get you some new clothes."

New clothes…wow. He was going to get new loincloths. How exciting!

"Okay," Goku said and flew up beside him.

"Try to keep up," Vegeta smirked and took off in a flash.

Goku stared at the distant light that surrounded the prince, his mouth agape. "Wow, he's really fast! Master! Wait up!" He shook his head to clear his stupor, and flew in the direction of the prince.

*****

Vegeta made a sound of impatience and told the owner of the clothing establishment, "No, no more loincloths. I want him fully dressed -from the neck down."

"Yes sir, but you do know that he is a slave, right?"

"You do know that I can take my business elsewhere, right?" Vegeta glared at him.

The tailor quickly snatched up the rejected clothing and hurried into the back room to fetch more suitable garments.

"Master?"

Vegeta looked at the younger Saiyan, a brow raised in query.

"He's right," Goku said. "I'm a slave."

"So?"

"I'm not supposed to wear anything that hides my status."

"Your status is the last thing that you should worry about when it is your privates that are in danger of falling out of that rag."

His words made Goku feel embarrassed. It was true that the loincloth was old. He had owned the once white material for three years now. While the fabric itself was designed to withstand aging, it was still prone to becoming worn out. It was cream colored now. He ducked his head as he became fully aware of the condition of his loincloth.

"Uh, sorry," he apologized and tried to adjust the thing. "Is this better?"

"Leave it. You'll be rid of it soon enough."

Did the master realize that what he had said sounded…suggestive? Goku tilted his head and unconsciously ran his thumbs along the waistband of his loincloth. Goku wouldn't mind at all if the prince wanted to take him. It was his right anyway. It still bothered him that he had refused to take him when he had offered himself to him at breakfast.

His silence made the prince curious and he spared him a glance. Goku smiled at him. Vegeta narrowed his eyes and glared at him. He lowered his head again and turned back to his thoughts.

His new master was very handsome. He had watched him for a moment while he slept that morning. His features had been relaxed and less harsh. The very same lips that scowled at him now had been slightly parted. Goku had fought the urge to kiss him. He wondered what the prince would have done if he had taken advantage of him in such a way.

Maybe the master would have beaten me, he thought. A previous master had once beaten him. He had never revealed to him that his blows had not hurt him at all. The strange thing about that master was that he took pleasure out of hitting Goku. It had puzzled the slave to see him writhing in ecstasy after he struck him. The very same master despite his strange quirks never took Goku to his bed. He had tried once, but had found his release as soon as Goku had brushed his tail over his thigh.

A few months later, Goku found himself back at the slave market because his master had married and his new wife had been jealous of the attention that her husband was giving him. Goku didn't mind being kicked out. In fact, he had been glad to leave. What good was a master that couldn't take care of his needs?

The prince seems like someone who would be good at that, he mused, his tail swishing playfully back and forth.

The tailor returned with an armload of clothes and boots, banishing his lustful thoughts. He held out several for the prince's perusal and tossed aside the ones that the prince rejected.

"These will do for now," Vegeta said and ordered Goku to try them on.

Goku began to undress right in front of them. While it would not have bothered Vegeta in the least, the tailor seemed to have some reservations about the matter. He panicked and waved his hands frantically. "No, no, no! Not out here!"

Goku stood absolutely still, his hands clenching either side of his loincloth.

"There is a dressing room in the back. Come with me."

"Go on, Kakarott," the prince said when Goku didn't move. "You don't need me to hold your hand," he rubbed in when the Saiyan slave took a little too long to follow the tailor.

Vegeta took a seat on one of the plush backless couches that were strewn about the store and waited patiently. He heard muffled sounds coming from the backroom - cloth being rustled over fabric. He heard a loud thud and knew that Kakarott had tripped over his own feet. The pants that he had selected for the slave were not exactly easy to get into, especially for someone as inept as Kakarott.

After a while, there were no more noises from the backroom and the tailor appeared with the armload of clothes as well as Goku's old loincloth over his shoulder.

"They fit him perfectly sir," he announced.

"Kakarott," Vegeta beckoned him.

Goku stepped out from the back room a look of uncertainty on his face. He looked striking in his new clothes. He was wearing Vegeta's colors -a short white tunic over a royal blue, waist length shirt. Beneath it all, he wore a tight fitting black bodysuit.

The black, form-fitting pants were appropriate enough for training. His feet were covered in white boots, similar to Vegeta's, but the front end of the footwear was covered in strong black leather. More of his wardrobe would be sent to Vegeta's estate later in the day.

"I've never owned so many clothes in my entire life," Goku said in awe at his new finery. "Thanks, master."

There was that cheerful smile again. Vegeta scowled at him. "Kakarrot you are too soft."

He stepped forward and grasped a part of the thin metal collar that was around Goku's neck in his hand. He used his ki to break the band and let the broken metal fall to the floor. Goku looked at the restraint that had symbolized his slavery and touched the raw mark it had left on his skin.

"You don't need that any more," Vegeta announced.

The tailor looked stricken. "Sir, you'll spoil him if you give him too much leeway!"

"I don't need your opinion. Now where is the nearest jewelers?" he asked.

"Jewelers?"

"Yes. My slave needs accessories, expensive ones." He was doing it out of spite. Kakarott didn't need jewelry, but it would teach everyone in the city a lesson. Never tell Prince Vegeta what he can or cannot do.

The tailor almost had a conniption. "Sir!"

"I'll find it on my own," he growled out and tossed the tailor his payment.

Within moments they were entering another store, one that boasted of "fine gems" on a sign outside.

The woman behind the display case quickly greeted them both with a smile. She paid Kakarott much more attention than Vegeta. Vegeta supposed that he had perhaps gone overboard in dressing the fool. He looked like one of the rich young fops that strolled around the city wasting their fortunes on utter nonsense.

"How can I help you?"

She had addressed the question to Kakarott, but Vegeta was the one who answered her. "I want to see your selection of arm bands, preferably engraved with gemstone settings."

The pink haired woman colored lightly as she realized that Vegeta was the one who would be dishing out the money. "Yes, sir. Right away sir."

"Arm bands?" Goku asked. "What do I need those for?"

"Sometimes the rigid support helps beginners such as you while training," Vegeta explained. It will also go well with your new clothes, he silently added.

"Oh."

The woman pulled a red velvet tray out of the display case and set it on the counter top. There were several different bands of varying shapes and metals. Goku stepped closer to view them while Vegeta remained where he stood.

"I like that one," Goku said, pointing to a blood red stone imbedded in a small band of gold. It was a wrist bad.

Bardock had worn red, Vegeta recalled. It seems that his son favors the color as well.

"It's a lovely choice sir," said the woman. "You certainly have good taste."

Vegeta frowned. He had had enough of the woman's false enthusiasm. "If you are finished kissing my slave's ass, I would like to see more of your selections."

The woman stared in shock at him then looked in disbelief at Goku. "H-He's your slave?"

"Isn't that what I said? Must I repeat myself?" Vegeta asked her angrily.

"But sir, he's not dressed like a slave!"

"Yes, I know that. Thank you for pointing that out to me," he sneered.

"My apologies sir!"

"Enough. I want to see your finest gems. None of this artificial nonsense that you have fooled everyone else with."

"Y-Yes sir!" the woman said and hurried behind the thick velvet curtain just behind the counter.

"Uh," Goku looked at Vegeta prepared to say something, but he shut his mouth and stared at his feet instead.

"What is it?" Vegeta asked.

"I like this one," he said gesturing at the wristband.

"It's a fake," Vegeta told him. That stone is probably just colored glass."

Goku looked longingly at the band and walked over to gawk at some other bauble, his tail sweeping the floor.

What is the matter with him? Why can't he see that it is just a piece of worthless junk? Foolish Kakarott.

The jeweler returned with a surprisingly large selection of real gems. Green stones, purple stones, even royal blue stones -Vegeta's color of choice. He chose several and gave the woman instructions on how he wanted the gems to be set in Kakarott's arm and wristbands. He also told her how much time she would have to finish them.

"I expect them to be done when I return," he added and tossed a small bag of money on to the counter. "You'll get the rest of it if you've done a good job."

"Yes sir! Right away sir!" the woman bowed to him.

"Come Kakarott," he ordered and exited the shop.

Goku lagged behind of him. He couldn't believe what Vegeta had done. He had thought that the prince had abolished his slavery status, but that had turned out to be a lie. He had used it against him, in the jeweler's shop.

Why? He rubbed at his neck again, feeling the phantom weight of his collar. It seemed that even without it, he was still just a slave.

The unmistakable grumble of his stomach announced that it was time for lunch. Goku patted his stomach and forgot his moment of sadness for a while. He always felt better when his stomach wasn't empty.

"Uh, master?"

Vegeta halted and looked over his shoulder at him. The prince's brooding visage made Goku hesitant to ask him for anything. Fortunately, his stomach had no such reservations. It voiced its discomfort rather loudly startling other passersby.

Vegeta made a sound of disgust and headed towards one of the tall domed buildings that lined the busy city street. The smells that came from the place made Goku's steps a little livelier.

"Food!" he cried out in joy and almost beat the prince to the door.

Inside, the eatery was cool and filled with hungry customers. Several windows provided adequate air and natural light. The vast room was decorated with thick dark drapes and dark fur carpet. Seating areas were comprised of low wooden tables surrounded by dozens of large, round, silken pillows. Servants dressed in white garments hustled about carrying trays of food and drink.

It wasn't too long before Vegeta was noticed by the overly hospitable owner of the establishment. The short, brown haired man with the thin goatee bowed to the prince and said, "Your majesty! So good to see you again! Please, come this way. Your regular table awaits you."

Vegeta followed the man without a word, Kakarott trailing behind him. They were quickly seated and Vegeta ordered their meals, his voice carrying an air of importance as he explained to the owner how he wanted their meat to be cooked.

"Yes, your majesty. It will be done as you've ordered." The owner bowed again and took his leave.

Goku looked around the room. From this table one could see the entire place, including the entranceway. The place was very fancy looking.

Goku figured that if the prince was a regular customer that they would be eating there all of the time. He was very content with that. The smells that permeated the air were very delicious, and he had a feeling that the food there was great. He could barely sit still as he watched other people dig into their food.

The wait seemed like forever. He was glad when a waiter stopped by their table with a pitcher of something cold to drink and a bowl of fruit. Before the bowl even touched the table, he had already snagged one of the bumpy rind golden orbs. He opened his mouth wide and shoved the whole thing in -to Vegeta's repugnance and the waiter's surprise.

"Bring more fruit," Vegeta told the waiter and the man shook himself out of his shock and went to do the prince's bidding.

"Kakarott," Vegeta began, but was interrupted by the younger Saiyan's tail. It had managed to latch on to another round fruit and was swaying back and forth behind the male like a pendulum. Goku had one in each hand as well and his mouth was busily chomping on another. Vegeta was surprised that he had even remembered to chew the thing.

"Mmm…you should try one!" he told Vegeta. "They're good!"

Try one? Vegeta thought. You have already eaten them all!

The next basket of fruit arrived, and Vegeta snatched one before Goku could get to it, then moved his hand safely away from the fruit inhaling Saiyan.

"More fruit, sir?" the waiter asked.

"Yes, more drinks too."

"Right away sir."

Vegeta supposed that Kakarott was making up for lost time. He remembered how the slave had looked when they had taken their bath. He was unusually lean for a Saiyan. He had been starving when Vegeta had first saw him at the market place. Perhaps his body was attempting to regain its normal weight. Vegeta would see to it that his body gained some muscle.

Vegeta sweat dropped as he bit into the sweet golden fruit. Goku had almost bit his own tail in his haste to eat.

Why is the fool taking such chances with his appendage? Does he not know that it is dangerous? Just looking at the narrow miss had turned Vegeta's stomach. He curled his tail protectively around his waist and out of Kakarott's way.

A moment later, their food arrived, brought to them by several waiters. Goku nearly went into a stupor from the selections alone. His reaction made the prince laugh. "Who knew that you could be put in a trance by food, Kakarott?" he teased.

Redness covered Goku's cheeks as he realized that the prince had been laughing at him. He smiled guiltily and rubbed his head. "It's a lot of food. I've never seen so much in one place. Is it really for me?"

"For us," Vegeta said, putting emphasis on the latter word.

Goku blushed more and laughed. "Right."

Vegeta gave him a nod, indicating that he should start eating. Goku's eyes shined with happiness as he dug into the huge meal before him.

Vegeta soon noticed that a few males were watching Kakarott. The fool made it easy for them, leaning over the low table to retrieve food, presenting them with a body suit covered behind and well shaped thighs. His tail was wrapped around a mug of fresh juice, the liquid sloshing out every time he stretched.

"Mmm…this is great!" he said cheerfully and reached for the last serving of meat.

Vegeta slapped his hand away and placed the meat on his own plate. "Its mine!" he barked and drank his juice to cool his temper. It seemed that even in a public setting, Kakarott brought out the worse in him when it came to food. If things weren't bad enough, the fool was not sitting still. One minute he was on Vegeta's side, the next, he was at the opposite end, collecting whatever he could to put in his mouth.

He talked profusely about the food and the mood of the eatery. He pointed childishly at other tables and asked Vegeta with wide dark eyes if they could have whatever the other patrons were eating. Vegeta didn't see why they couldn't and ordered more food. At one point, Goku took off his newly acquired boots, getting all too comfortable with such a large meal spread out before him. He took advantage of the silken pillows, lying on his stomach and voraciously consuming a dessert.

Vegeta did his best to ignore the curious stares that came their way. He knew that Kakarott's eating seemed -unusual, but as far as he was concerned, it was none of their business.

A furry limb appeared at the edge of the table, drawing his attention. It felt around on the wooden surface for something else to snack on. It was dangerously close to Vegeta's plate. Vegeta grinned wickedly and grabbed the inquisitive thing. Goku yelped and bit his tongue. He felt pain on both ends and dropped his dessert.

"I told you that it is mine! Now sit down and eat or I'll give you to those two perverts over there!" he threatened.

"Yesh, mashter," Goku slurred, his tongue and tail throbbing in unison. He darted a look at the two "perverts" that the prince had referred to and grimaced.

One of the males was green and had tentacles for arms. The other was a bright orange blob with no visible arms, legs, eyes, or mouth. The green one winked at Goku and parted his lips to reveal sharp, yellow, pointed teeth. A wet pink appendage appeared and licked it's gaping maw. The pink limb looked as if it was the creature's tongue, but it suddenly began swelling and grew longer until it had taken on a far more repulsive appearance.

It was touching the table!

Goku's eyes widened as he realized what it was. He gasped in fear and quickly moved to his master's side.

Vegeta threw his head back and laughed. "I should have brought you here sooner!"

Goku shuddered as the thing's "tongue" disappeared back into its mouth. He was glad that the prince had bought him and not that behemoth. The alien would have ripped him in two!

He turned his gaze away when the creature smiled at him. The prince was still chuckling to Goku's despair.

"Yes Kakarott, I think I'll hand you over to them when ever you displease me," the prince continued. "In fact, I think I'll invite them over here right now…"

Goku cringed and was almost on top of the prince. His tail coiled around Vegeta's sleeker tail, which was wrapped around the prince's waist.

Vegeta's shoulders stopped shaking with mirth. He looked at Kakarott with a genuine smile and said, "You coward. A true Saiyan would have defended his honor."

"No way! Did you see that thing?"

"He should be easy enough to defeat. He only has twelve tentacles."

"You mean," Goku gulped, "you want me to fight him?"

"Why not?" Vegeta said and gave him a shove. "Go on, show me that I did not make the mistake of purchasing your carcass."

"N-N-No!" Goku stammered and tried to cling to him.

"I said go, you coward!" Vegeta yelled and kicked him over to the two huge aliens.

Goku landed face down on the table. He felt something touch his tail and then his rear. A long, green tentacle moved down his thigh and grasped his ankle. He yelped and sat up, then watched in horror as the pink "tongue" unfolded before him.

"Now is the opportunity for you to show me what you can do, Kakarott," the prince told him. "If you have any sense in that head of yours, you'll use your powers."

My powers! His mind raced. But I don't know how they work!

"I don't have all day, Kakarott!"

Goku backed up as the "tongue" neared him and he ended up falling into a cool, wet, jiggling mass.

"Yuck!"

He struggled to get off the orange blob, but it was useless. His struggles only made him sink further into the gelatinous alien. If things weren't bad enough, the green alien's tentacles had grabbed a hold of his wrists and other ankle. The remaining tentacles wrapped around his thighs and pulled at him. The orange blob's body was sucking at him, vacuuming him into its girth. He could no longer breathe. The orange goo was filling his nose and mouth.

Master! He mentally screamed. Master! But he knew that his prince would not save him. It was the end for him. He was going to die.

*****

Vegeta couldn't believe that he had thought that the fool could have won. It was clear to him now that Kakarott was truly useless. Succumbing to slavery had been an indication of his worthlessness. Why did Vegeta even think that there was a chance of re-educating the fool in the ways of their people?

He is not even willing to fight back against his attackers! The prince made a sound of disgust and raised his drink to his lips. He watched over the rim of the cup as the young Saiyan sank further into the orange mass of the alien.

The patrons of the eatery were causing a tumult of noise with their screams of horror. It was most annoying. He was relieved when they had all fled the room.

"Sir! You cannot do that here!" The owner of the eatery told the green alien. "This is not a brothel!"

The creature ignored him, stood, and leaned over Goku's body. His tentacles covered the slave's legs as he tried to pull him free of the orange blob.

"He's mine!" the creature argued in a gravelly voice, his words slightly distorted by the massive reproductive organ that hung from his mouth.

Goku felt the blob's mass shift around him as it spoke to the alien. How this was possible was beyond Goku's understanding seeing as how the creature had no mouth.

"He fell into me!"

"What are you going to do with him, slime him to death?" he wrenched Goku's legs apart. His "tongue" passed over the apex of Goku's thighs. Something wet soaked the fabric there and Goku squirmed. The alien managed to pull him free of the blob and his head lolled on the edge of the table. Globs of orange goo clung to his clothes and face. It dribbled from his nose and mouth and matted his wild spiky hair.

"Master…Vegeta…" he gasped for air.

"Sir, please! Stop this at once!" The owner began to hit the alien with a serving tray. The creature lashed out one of his tentacles at the man, sending him flying against a wall. The owner fell to the floor, his neck twisted at an unnatural angle.

The green alien grasped Goku's ankles and told him, "See what you've made me do?"

Goku looked at the owner's lifeless body and trembled.

No…I didn't…I didn't kill him!

"You know what the penalty for murder is on Hiute, don't you?"

The orange glob gave a wet sounding chuckle.

"The penalty is slavery, and I'm not going to be anyone's slave. Do you hear me?" His tentacles tightened, drawing a cry from Goku as the pressure bruised his flesh.

Why didn't the prince save him? Did he want the monster to take him?

His eyes began to burn. No…master…Ve…geta…VEGETAAAAAAAAAAAA! !!</ i>

Vegeta stiffened as he felt the slave's mental cry ring sharply through his mind.

The alien's "tongue" nudged at the material that covered Goku's rear, saturating the material.

Waves of heat flickered over him, startling the two creatures.

"What the fuck…"

Goku lifted his arm out, palm turned upwards at the creature. Vegeta set his cup down as the slave's hand began to emit a glow. A beam of light suddenly shot from Goku's hand and blasted the alien right in the chest. The alien cried out in pain as he hit the floor. His mouth and chest had been blown open. All that remained was a gaping, charred hole. The blob shrieked as he realized that his companion was dead and left a trail of orange slime behind him as he tried slither away to safety.

"Where do you think you're going?" came Vegeta's low, halting voice.

The blob turned, its body jiggling with fear as the male that had incited the entire debacle addressed him. "Do you think I'll let you just leave after you have had your disgusting slime all over my slave? Hmm?"

"H-He's your slave?" the creature blubbered. "H-He's going to pay for what he's done! He killed Orshet! He'll pay!"

"Your threats are meaningless," Vegeta told him. "You are in even bigger trouble for touching my slave!"

The blob laughed and said, "Who are they going to believe? A foreigner or a slave hunter of Hiute? I was Orshet's partner and Orshet has many friends in the high council! You'll pay for both murders! You and your slave!"

Vegeta smirked. "Orshet had friends in the high council. He's dead now. He won't be telling anyone anything."

"I am the one who will be doing the telling you flesh worm!"

"Really?" The blob shuddered at the deep growl that resonated in the single word. "I'd like to see a dead blob talk."

Vegeta raised a gloved fist that burned with yellow energy. The blob let out another ear-splitting shriek and resumed its attempt to flee. It struggled to get its girth towards the exit, the slimy blob bubbling and emitting a rancid, gassy scent in fear. It was too late for him. He had wasted his time trying to put the fear of the high council into the Saiyan, and now he realized that the male did not fear the council at all. What manner of creature was he that he would not fear the council?

"Monster!" the blob screamed. "You're a monster!"

"I've been called much worse," he heard him say and felt obliterating heat pierce his gelatinous body before darkness and the coldness of the nether world blotted out his existence.

*****

Goku looked at the smoldering green corpse, eyes wide with shock. There was silence now that the eatery was empty and the alien's howl of pains had ended. He stared at his hand. It was a little darker than it was before. He clenched it into a fist and watched as the glow returned. He had done it. He had used his powers. Except this time, the body on the floor wasn't one of his masters' rabid pets. It was…someone who was certainly more important than a mere slave was.

"It took you long enough."

The prince's voice pulled him out of his shock. Vegeta was still seated at their table. He poured himself more juice and eased back on to the large pillows behind him.

Why didn't you help me? Goku thought. He wanted to voice the question, but he was too shaken. He had killed someone. That was serious stuff.

But…the master doesn't seem worried. Does that mean that it'll be all right? He blinked and looked at the bodies that littered the floor. No. This could never be all right. Not for someone like me.

His master wouldn't have anything to worry about. He would not be at fault here. He could blame the deaths on Goku and the council would believe him. He was a slave. Slaves were expendable. Goku imagined that he would be hauled before the council.

He started the massacre. The clothes made him do it. His master's generosity was too much for him to handle and he went insane, killing these innocent beings in the process.

The penalty should fit the crime. Sentence him to death.

Maybe the master would leave him here for the city's police to deal with him. But the master had not even left their table. In fact, he didn't seem to be going anywhere any time soon. Instead, he pulled down one of the drapes behind him and tossed it to Goku.

"Clean yourself."

Goku caught the material and used it to wipe the slime off him. There was a white sticky substance on his thighs. His experiences with previous masters had given him enough knowledge to know what the milky matter was. The alien's member had leaked on him. He wiped the evidence away, but his face warmed with awareness that his master had seen the stain.

"Master?" Goku lowered his head as the prince looked at him. "Shouldn't you leave?"

"Why? Are you in a rush to get home Kakarott?" Vegeta asked him.

"Home?"

"We still have to pick up your things at the jeweler's," he said, "and since your garments are soiled, we might as well return to the tailor to get the others."

"But…"

"You have plenty to learn, Kakarott," Vegeta informed him. "You will start your training today."

"Yes, master."

The smell of the alien's charred flesh turned Goku's stomach. The scent didn't seem to affect the prince. He was still drinking.

"Your appetite has a weakness. I didn't think that such a thing was possible," Vegeta said.

Goku finished wiping off the slime and walked over to the prince. He sat down, pulled on his boots, and watched as his master drank his fill. Every now and then, he looked at the doorway, expecting the city police to swarm through it and arrest him. Vegeta saw his fear and decided that it was time to leave.

"Let's go, Kakarott."

The Saiyan slave scrambled all too quickly to his feet. The sooner that they were out of the eatery, the better he would feel.

Outside, the area surrounding the building was eerily quiet and empty. The surge of customers that had rushed to safety must have scared off those who had lurked there. No police, no panicking onlookers. To Goku, it was strange.

Maybe…no one reported the murders yet. He could only hope that they hadn't. He did not want to be taken away from his master. Not when he had already learned so much from him -about their people and home. Also, there was that sensation of happiness that filled him whenever the prince looked at him. He was sure that it had some deeper meaning. None of his other masters had ever produced that feeling in him. Goku believed that it was the prince's somewhat harsh aura that had brought about such a reaction. There was also the fact that the prince was very attractive. Goku had wanted to touch his tail from the moment that his eyes had seen the shiny appendage.

His eyes darted to Vegeta's waist where the reddish brown limb was wrapped. It was beautiful, compared to Goku's own unkempt, lackluster fur. In truth, he tilted his head, the prince's entire rear end was…beautiful.

Goku felt an awakening in his pants and blushed. Oh, oh. Think about something else! Think about something else! But it was hard to focus his thoughts on other things when one of the prince's better parts was right in front of him.

At least I'm not thinking about what happened at the eatery, and…having these thoughts about the master is better than thinking about that.

So he thought about the master and tried to ignore the blatant stares that he and the bulge in his pants was getting from the people that they passed. As his first master, a female merchant had told him, having an erection was quite normal.

*****

Vegeta and Goku first stopped by the tailor and collected his clothes. He changed into a darker colored blue sleeveless tunic. This one was slightly longer than the first one. It covered Goku's crotch to his relief. The tunic had slits on the sides that were held close by small black buttons, three in a row on each side. Another black body suit graced Goku's slender form.

The tailor seemed glad to know that he did not have to deliver the slave's clothing to the prince's estate after all. The two Saiyans proceeded on to the jeweler.

The woman watched nervously as the slave tried on the items that she had diligently worked on in such a short time. She had heard what had transpired at the eatery several blocks away from one of her cousins. The description of the bossy male and his slave had almost made her faint from fear. To think that the very same murderers were now in her shop nearly undid her nerves.

"I suppose that this is the best that you could do on short notice," the short male with the dark flame of hair grumbled.

His not so subtle insult angered her, but she kept her "cheerful" smile in place. If the man and his slave had indeed murdered those civilians, then the little cocky bastard would be heading for the same fate as his slave very soon. Then she would have the pleasure of insulting him for a change. She was still miffed that he had pointed out that the first set of jewelry that she had shown the slave had been replicas. She would have made a pretty bundle of money had the little bastard kept his mouth shut and just bought his slave the fakes. What kind of master was he any way, buying real gems for his slave? It was unheard of!

What a waste of money!

But the slave did look good wearing the thin silver headband with the large blue jewel imbedded in the center of it. Silver armbands sporting large round blue gems graced Goku's wrists. It was a fitting touch, but it would have made more sense had the person that wore the pieces been anything but a slave. It just didn't make sense. Adorning a slave with jewels was almost as ridiculous as adorning a tree with clothes.

No one would clothe a tree, the jeweler reasoned, so why would he clothe his slave?

"We are going home," the prince announced, snapping her out of her thoughts. He gave her a glare and she widened her practiced smile a little more, hoping that he would not see the utter loathing behind the false expression.

The moment that the bastard and his gem covered slave left her store, she prepared to close up her shop and file a civilian complaint against a not so law-abiding foreigner.

*****

Vegeta was impressed with Kakarrot's skills. He was strong for a low level Saiyan, remarkably strong, but despite his powers, he refused to use his full potential. His passive behavior frustrated the prince.

"Why are you pretending to be meek? You are a Saiyan! Fight me, damn you!"

"I am," he said.

"Liar!"Vegeta growled in anger and struck him across the face.

Goku moved back from the blow.

"You insult me with your deception, Kakarrot! If you do not use your true capabilities on me, I will forbid you to have your dinner this evening!" Vegeta threatened.

Goku gasped. "No, master! You wouldn't!"

He acts as if that will bring him death. Vegeta smirked. He had finally gotten through to the thickheaded Saiyan.

"My prince," Goku pouted, "you don't play fair."

"That is because our training is important. I want to know your full potential."

"Why?" he asked.

"Like our ancestry, it is important to know these things. With the knowledge, we can improve our strengths and overcome our weaknesses."

"But eating improves my strength."

Vegeta sweat dropped. "Stop thinking about food for a moment."

"Okay," he said in a whiny voice, "but it'll be hard." His stomach growled ominously.

Vegeta muttered a curse that turned the younger Saiyan's face red. "Kakarrot…"

Goku raised a curious brow and his stomach made more protests.

"Never mind." Vegeta decided that arguing with Kakarott while he was distracted by his hunger was not worth the aggravation. There was also the matter of his promise to him, the promise that he would never starve him. It bothered Vegeta that Kakarott thought that he would go back on his word. Yes, he threatened him with starvation, but he did not intend to withhold food from him. He was not a monster.

"We will take a break," he announced and exited the gardens. Goku was close at his heels, blissfully happy that the prince was going to cook for him. It was rewarding to have a master that could cook so well.

When Vegeta laid the food before him, he nearly swooned with emotion. He thanked Vegeta with tears in his eyes and crammed the food into his mouth.

If only he would show as much enthusiasm for his training, Vegeta thought.

Goku only halted his vacuum like devouring to study Vegeta's untouched plate.

"You're not eating?" he asked. "Are you sick, my prince?"

"Watching you eat is making me sick."

Goku reddened in embarrassment. His eating habits hadn't affected the prince when they had eaten in the city. Why did it trouble him now?

Oh, I know! Training must make me eat faster than normal. I am really hungry.

He noticed that flecks of meat had littered the table.

Oh! I'm eating like a wild animal!

He scratched the back of his head and grinned in apology. "Sorry."

"Hmm."Vegeta picked up his eating utensil and ate civilly.

Goku studied the prince's technique and attempted to do the same. Using Vegeta's method did not get an adequate amount of food into his mouth as Goku's technique did. It was far too slow for his taste.

"This is hard," he said and frowned. "It'll take forever."

"Stop whining," Vegeta snapped.

Goku hunched his shoulders and continued eating, shoveling the food into his mouth faster with every passing second.

"Pace yourself, you fool!" Vegeta shouted, and then gave up when Goku shoved a whole portion of roasted meat into his mouth.

"Idiot."

"Sorry," he swallowed the half chewed portion, "but it's really good and I'm really-" "Yes, yes. You are hungry." Vegeta narrowed his gaze at him and said, "You will have to control your weaknesses, Kakarott. Right now, your major weakness is your belly."

Goku paled. His eyes widened in fear and he mumbled, "But you said that you wouldn't starve me."

"No, I will not. The fact remains that your obsession with food can become a problem for you. I want you to learn how to fight your body's cravings."

"Am I being punished?" he whined.

"NO, damn it!" Vegeta banged his fist on the table, causing his plate to rattle. "Just do as I say! I command it!"

Goku ducked his head and said, "Yes, master."

Vegeta crossed his arms and stared at his sulky slave. "Another thing, Kakarott."

"Yes?"

"Stop calling me master. I am your prince. You will call me by my royal title. Anything else from you would be unacceptable. Is that understood?"

"Yes, master. I mean, my prince."
Old habits died hard. Goku was lucky that the prince didn't pound it out of him. His face immediately filled with color at the thought of the prince giving him a pounding of a different sort. He smiled comically at the image that roused, his tail waving giddily behind him. It was too strange for him, having such thoughts about his master.

The prince doesn't think of me in that way. Goku tilted his head as he observed the prince. Vegeta looked at him over the rim of his cup. The barest movement of a muscle in his jaw caught the younger Saiyan's attention. A shiver ran through Goku's tail and quickly worked its way up his spine. A rush of warmth permeated him and it was then that he knew. The prince was holding back his desire for him.

He began to wonder about Vegeta's weakness. Was it his desire, and if it was, why was he trying so hard to hide it?

Goku opened his mouth to give voice to his questions when the prince rose from his seat and said, "The servants will be here tomorrow to clean the house. Keep out of their way and don't be a nuisance."

"Yes master."

Vegeta stared at him.

"I mean…my prince." It was when he was finally alone that he really thought about what the prince had said. Vegeta had said to keep out of their way. He had not said that he couldn't talk to them. He smiled at his own cleverness and polished off the rest of his meal.

*****

Accustomed to waking up early out of habit, Goku jumped out of bed and headed for his master's room. Master Vegeta was still asleep. He was lying on his back and the bed sheets were pulled up to his waist.

Goku knelt down at the foot of his bed and looked at him. He leaned on the bed, rested his head on his folded arms and just smiled as he wondered what kind of dreams a Saiyan prince would have.

I would dream of food, Goku thought cheerfully. Mmm…desserts like the ones the prince bought for me in the city!

He really had enjoyed the meal, despite what had happened to him. He saw now that Vegeta had been testing him. The prince would have never let the bad alien hurt him, at least not intentionally.

Hmm…

Goku tilted his head as he studied his master. Something else had caught his attention. There, beneath the sheets was a tell tale disturbance. Aaah…he knew now what the prince was dreaming about. He'd had similar dreams himself. Lately, they had been all about Vegeta. Vegeta was the best-looking master that Goku had ever had and his mind took advantage of that fact each night.

He leaned back on his heels, his eyes still centered on the prince's awakened member.

Should I… he wondered. The master had been clear that he had not wanted him, but if that was so, why was he being so good to Goku?

Goku had seen a few of his masters buy things for their wives. A new garment or jewelry quickly changed their dispositions. It made them more affectionate to their husbands too.

Is that what you want master?

"Master…" he muttered softly and felt his blood warm. He had forgotten that Vegeta had forbidden him to call him that. It was a good thing that he was still asleep or he would be in a lot of trouble. "My prince…"

He let his fingers run idly along the edge of the sheets then lifted them over his head and slowly climbed on to the bed. The heady scent of his master quickly surrounded him and almost toppled him. It was warm and fragrantly comforting. Goku was charged with an instant impulse to purr, but he restrained himself. He did not want to waken Vegeta. Not yet. His tail had no reservations about curling and lashing against the sheets. Its frenzied behavior was a result of Vegeta's scent and Goku had absolutely no way of controlling it.

Despite the actions of his tail, he moved very carefully, crawling forward on his hands and knees on either side of Vegeta's naked body. When he reached his target, he hovered over the warmth that was his master and studied his sizeable flesh.

The master is…large, he mused. Of course, he had known this, having seen the master in his bath, but somehow, up close, the member was even more amazing.

He ran his fingers down the long shaft and watched in surprise as it grew larger. Goku let out a small breath, stirring the dark hair that surrounded the rigid appendage. More of the prince's scent swirled around him. He thought that he would collapse from the heady aroma. None of his other masters had smelled this good. Oh, they had tried to hide their natural scents with perfumed oils and fruit based creams, but their underlying odors had always managed to sicken Goku.

Not you master.

The longer he gazed down at him, the more awe he felt. This was his master. This was his prince -his beautiful master. He licked his lips, his chest rising with emotion. Vegeta…

He lowered his head and took the prince's length into his mouth. It was hot and thick and with a languorous purr, he welcomed more of it into his throat.

*****

He had been having the most shocking dream. It involved a very innocent eyed and naked Kakarott bending over a table awaiting his command. The table had been laden with food, but Kakarott had not shown the least bit of interest in the bountiful meal. His limbs had trembled with pent up desire as Vegeta had reached over him to dip two fingers into a container of softened Hiute butter. Hiute butter was a very expensive fruit condiment that graced the tables of only the wealthy. It had been no surprise to him that he had used the condiment. Vegeta had a fondness for the rich, pink treat.

Kakarott had arched his back and released a brief sigh as Vegeta had slid his lubricated digits into the slave's body. Kakarott's tail shuddered, stiffened, and then coiled lazily around Vegeta's wrist.

The sexual scent that wafted from the younger Saiyan intoxicated the prince. He leaned over his young slave and caught his earlobe between his teeth. Kakarott had thrown his hips back to receive more of Vegeta's probes. Vegeta silently wondered how the movement of his fingers felt to Kakarott. Was he truly enjoying it?

Abruptly, before the prince could have another thought, he found himself leaning against the table, arching lustfully as he was filled with Kakarott's fingers.

How…how did this happen?

"Kakarott…" He would demand that the fool stop at once! Vegeta was no one's play thing, not after…

Butthe words to halt Kakarott's ministrations would not fall from his lips. He could feel the lubrication rolling down his inner thighs as the heat of his body melted it into a translucent, slippery film.

Kakarott's fingers stroked him with keen knowledge. Vegeta clenched his teeth and fought against the urge to cry out as his body became wrought with tension.

"No, you fool!" he protested, but arched his back wantonly as his nerves sparked with excitement.

He had never…thought that it would be so good. It had always been savage, wild, and uncomfortable for him, but not now. No, it was…unbelievable.

He heard a faint moan and realized that it had come from his lips. It gave him a moment of clarity and he soon wakened.

Wet, silken warmth was devouring him, stroking him to madness. He tried to move his hips but couldn't. The weight that held them down was unmovable. There was a big hump beneath his sheets and a furry brown tail swung mischievously back and forth behind said hump. A smaller, rounder hump bobbed up and down, pulling and distorting the sheets as it moved. At the same time, the prince felt how the warmth and wetness that surrounded him increased with each movement.

Vegeta grasped the fabrics and pulled on them until his sensual assailant had been revealed. He fisted his hands in Kakarott's hair and closed his eyes as the slave continued to service him. Kakarott moved back and forth over his leg, rubbing his own erection against Vegeta's fevered skin.

This…is quite a surprise, Vegeta thought.

It was hard to keep back all of the little grunts and sighs of pleasure that threatened to spill from him. He clenched his teeth, the veins in his forehead and neck standing out from his efforts. His slave was not affected at all by this. No. Kakarott suckled on him until he gave up his seed, and to Vegeta's astonishment, the young male eagerly swallowed it, consumed it as if it gave him great pleasure to do so. Indeed, it must have because the prince felt as the slave's precum dripped on to his leg.

It drove him to cold reality.

"Stop it Kakarott!" he commanded and shoved the slave away from him. Goku tumbled back on to his rear and blinked dazedly at him.

Vegeta got out of bed and wrapped a sheet around his waist, then cast Goku a brooding look. The slave's face was flushed. His breathing ragged. A glance at his lap proved that Kakarott had not found his own release. The underside of his thick red cock glistened from the trail of his sticky precum. The prince looked away from the virulent erection, his features hardening with anger.

"This will not happen again," Vegeta informed him and left the room.

Goku remained on the bed, confused by his master's actions. He had thought that the prince had enjoyed what he'd done to him.

I did. Maybe the prince doesn't like being pleasured that way, he thought. What does he like?

He rubbed his temple with the tip of his tail deep in thought, and then preened the furry brown limb. It had been ruffled beneath the sheets. It was too bad that his member had not gotten the same treatment. He had been so close to erupting with the prince. Now he would never have the chance to do it again with him. It seemed so unfair.

Goku could still taste him in his mouth. The master had been delicious. He could tell that the prince had not erupted in a long time. There had been so much of his nectar in his mouth. It made no sense to him why the master would deny himself of pleasure for so long and choose to continue to do so.

He sighed disparagingly and went to the baths, worried that his master was still upset with him.

*****

The prince was washing his arms and shoulders with a soapy washcloth. Goku quickly entered the water and reached for another cleaning cloth to aid the prince in his grooming. He scrubbed Vegeta's strong back and caused the prince to stiffen as he reached his hand over Vegeta's hip and washed his groin.

Vegeta turned bright red in the face. "Kakarott-"

"Please, let me my prince. I won't do anything else with it I promise."

Vegeta's face reddened more. "You will do nothing with it, you fool!" he said angrily and shoved Goku's hand away.

Goku pouted. Yes, the prince was still upset. "I was only trying to help."

"You can help me by keeping out of my way!"

Goku retreated to the other side of the bathing pool and watched the furious prince. His erection had not yet left him. The beauty of his master's muscular body kept it hard and restless. The way that the water coursed off his flesh and soaked his tail made his member twitch. Goku sat in the pool, not wanting to embarrass himself any further with his condition. The prince had already made it clear that he wanted nothing to do with it.

It was a blow to Goku's ego. His masters had always sought him out. What had changed in him that made this master not want to take advantage of his presence?

"You are to train heavily today. Maybe that will keep your mind focused on something other than my crotch," Vegeta snapped.

Well when he said it like that, it sounded as if what he had done was wrong. Goku felt small and stupid for the first time in his life. Vegeta's sudden contempt for him made him want to beg for forgiveness. It wouldn't work, he was sure of it. Vegeta didn't seem like the forgiving type.

He vowed to himself that he would make it up to the prince by training harder. He would give his all and make him see that he wasn't really a fool and that he...that he wasn't only thinking of his master's beautiful physique.

He looked away from the rippling muscles in Vegeta's back and tended to his own body. The prince left the bath before him, and Goku lingered on, not because he was afraid of following his master and being seized by another wave of lust, but because he knew that Vegeta would not reprimand him for dawdling in the pool.

When he finally left the bath, his erection had fled and his feelings were a bit more jovial. He dressed in another fresh black bodysuit remembering that he would be training all day and pulled a thigh length red tunic over it, tying a black sash around his waist. His white boots covered his calves, black strips of leather cross-banded over the material. He decided not to wear jewelry and left the other handcrafted pieces untouched within their wooden containers.

Along with the silver bands with blue stones, Vegeta had purchased several other kinds of jewelry. Some were simple in design but they all were hefty in weight, perhaps even more expensive than what the prince had paid to acquire him. Goku truly believed that he did not deserve to wear them, especially after what had happened. He pulled on gloves that matched his boots, took a deep breath and left his room to face the master again.

*****

At breakfast, Goku slathered on a great amount of Hiute butter on his bread and devoured the thing as if it was the last piece of food on the planet. Vegeta sweat dropped and a sound of discomfort escaped him.

"Must you eat like that?"
"Hmm? Sorry."

The young Saiyan had brought back memories of his dream with that voracious appetite of his. It bothered him greatly that just looking at that talented mouth made sensations stir in him when he did not want them to. He had not bought Kakarott to make use of his flesh. He had bought Kakarott to relinquish him from his bonds, but even that had not turned out the way he'd expected. He was mad that he had had to free Kakarott in the first place. He was angry that Kakarott was so weak and he was outraged that Kakarott believed that he was nothing more than something to warm Vegeta's bed. The Saiyan's life as a slave had reduced him to nothing more than a concubine, the sad fool.

Vegeta was not blind. Kakarott was, as far as Saiyans went, not bad to look at, but Vegeta wasn't exactly looking. He never had been. He had far more important things to think about than getting his rocks off on someone. Years of discipline and freedom from Frieza's hold on him had seen him through many a night. Lack of company had kept him focused on his training. That and the regular trips he made to an exclusive local brothel.

Kakarott's appearance in his life was starting to affect him. The prince had never dreamt of any of the women he frequently visited. Why had he dreamt of foolish Kakarott? In his waking hours, he had never considered bedding the male. At least not until… no, not even now. It was ridiculous to think that.

Kakarott was unusually quiet. He ate with his normal robust, but there was no smile plastered on his face. Hiute butter coated the end of his tail. He had been using the appendage as an extra utensil to spread the condiment on to everything. It was disgusting. There was a strand of fur in the container of butter. Vegeta made a mental note to tell the servants to have some more made for his pantry. As much as he liked Hiute butter, he did not want a mouth full of Kakarott's fur, in his dreams or otherwise.

*****

Word had already traveled around the city about the prince and his recent scandalous actions. People were aghast that Vegeta had spent a fortune on clothing and jewelry for a slave. Why would he go to such an expense when a loincloth and metal collar was the typical everyday wear for slaves?

He had moved his slave's collar as well -sacrilege! The Record Keepers of the planet should be notified, the city's socialites argued.

The Record Keepers were elders of the city who made most of the rules on planet Hiute. They had created the rules about slave ownership as well as how a slave was to be kept. The rules were there for a purpose. They provided the civilians of Hiute with stability. Without it, why, there would be utter chaos! How dare the foreign prince break the rules?

The tailor and the jeweler, the very same people that had gossiped about the prince's purchases were called before the Record Keepers. They were severely questioned, their answers catalogued. They were then sent on their way with the Keepers' approvals for being loyal citizens of Hiute.

"What is to be done about the prince and his slave?" The Keepers pondered.

"Let me take care of this, elders," said the smooth, cultured voice of one of the council's top members. His status among them was given out of respect for the lord he served. He was a silent partner in Hiute's economic success and a true believer of the benefits of owning a slave. Indeed, the Record Keepers held him in high regards. He kept the high lord well informed of their loyalty to all mighty King Cold and prince Frieza, keeping them in the good graces of the ice-jins.

"Very well," the members agreed as a collective and murmurs were heard amid the witnesses in the hall.

The tall, green haired alien smiled and flicked a long neat braid over his shoulder. Yes, he would take care of the problem post haste. He had been waiting for an opportunity to deal with the arrogant prince for many years. Finally, the noble little bastard would pay for usurping his former position in lord Frieza's army.

*****

The blast exploded over Goku's crossed arms. Vegeta winced internally. He knew the force of his blow. He had given the blast all that he had -and then some more. He had done it to trigger off Goku's own awesome power, but the fool had done nothing. He had not even tried to get out of the way.

"Kakarrot!"

The slave fell from the sky and plummeted into the rocks below.

Vegeta flew down after him.

"Kakarrot!"

A large onyx veined boulder rolled off the rocky mound. Goku's arm shot out, and then his head. He was covered in dust.

Vegeta frowned and crossed his arms. "You're alive, how unfortunate."

Goku let out a broken laugh. "You don't mean that."

"Don't I?" Vegeta turned his back on him.

"I could use a little help," Goku told him.

"You can dig yourself out. Consider it as your punishment for what happened this morning."

Goku ducked his head. The prince was never going to let it go. It wasn't his fault that Vegeta was so tasty looking. Goku couldn't help but think that the Hiute butter he had consumed at breakfast had just the tiniest similarities to the prince's flavor. He groaned as he felt his body respond to the memory. Hiute butter had melted on his fingers, lips, and tail. He had licked those parts of him and had never once realized how erotic the acts had been until now when he had the time to reflect.

"Will you be staying there all day?" Vegeta asked as he stood beneath the shade of a ledge.

"Uh, no.I'm co- I mean, I'll be out of here in a second."

Great, not now you idiot!He scolded himself. Don't do this to me! Haven't I been nice to you before? His begging was futile. His member had a mind of its own. Being imprisoned beneath a ton of rock did nothing to discourage it from getting hard. Vegeta had been wrong. Training didn't dampen his desire. It made it worse.

He let his head fall back and it thumped against the rock under him. The cloudless sky stared down at him.

Think of something else, something horrible, he told himself.

An image of the slave merchant filled his mind. "No food until you act like a model slave, damn it! I'm loosing my reputation because of you!"

Vegeta's angry face took his place, "You worthless fool! You don't deserve to eat!"

Why the prince would say what the slave merchant alone had said to him did not register in his brain. It brought him to tears. Food was a serious issue to him. It wasn't something to joke about. The imagery made him very depressed. His erection waned and he was able to shove aside the rocks without embarrassing himself. His tears dried by the time he was free and Vegeta approached him showing no signs that he had seen his tears or heard his sobs. Goku was glad for it. It was bad enough that the prince thought that he was weak. He had never cried before like that. Well, over food, yes, but this was different. It involved the prince and he wanted to prove himself to him.

"Are you ready, Kakarott?"

Goku nodded and said, "I'm ready, my prince. I won't hold anything back this time."

"Don't tell me Kakarott, show me," Vegeta said. He extended an arm, palm out and suddenly Kakarott found himself enveloped in a rush of intense energy that threatened to burn him into cinder.

*****

"Ow!"

"Stop being a baby!"

"BUT IT HURTS!"

"I haven't even touched you yet!"
Goku squeezed his eyes shut and flailed his injured arm. Vegeta stood beside him; patiently waiting for the chance to apply some salve to the Saiyan's wound.

Vegeta's blast had left a six-inch semi charred gash in Goku's forearm. The idiot was bleeding all over the place. Finally, Vegeta grabbed his wrist and slapped the salve on to the wound.

"OUCH!" Goku screamed and comically jogged in place. Tears sprung to his eyes. "OW! IT BURNS!"

Vegeta smirked. "Good."

Goku sulked. The master could be nice one minute and mean the next. Well, nice as in tolerable of him.

Goku had put up a fight against his master's assault and managed to exhibit a few strong power moves. It hadn't been much to brag about, but Goku wasn't much of a bragger. He was happy that he had done something.

Vegeta had declared to him, "That will do for now, but I will no longer be going easy on you, Kakarott."

"Easy?" If that had been easy he was afraid to find out what the prince thought was hard. He sighed and made his way the bath. He noted the clean towels and new bath soaps that were on hand on a marble bench. It was unfortunate that he had not had time to meet any of the servants. He would have liked to talk to them, even though Vegeta had warned him against it.

Goku removed his ruined red tunic, training suit, and gloves. He toed off his boots and stepped into the bath. He sighed as the warm water enveloped him, winced as the hardened salve on his wound reacted to the heat of the water. It was strange how the salve turned cold as if someone was pressing snow into his wound. Did the prince know that that would happen? Weird, he'd never had the pleasure of using something like that. He was a very sturdy person -not prone to injuries unless one counted the problem he'd had with one of his former masters' pets. Falliel dung the salve wasn't. It had a pleasant smell, like candy. It made Goku's stomach grumble in hunger.

He heard the muted footsteps of the prince and bit back a small sound of delight as Vegeta disrobed. He was drawn to the master despite everything that had happened between them and was content that the prince allowed him to wash his back again.

"You don't have that silly smile on your face do you?" Vegeta asked him, his voice gruff, the tone covered with arrogance.

"No, my prince!" Goku assured him, trying and failing miserably to make the muscles in his face behave for the prince's sake.

*****

Goku went to bed early, not bothering to don the nightshirt and soft pants that were supposed to be his sleepwear. He thought that the garments were useless. Besides, he liked the feel of the silken sheets on his naked skin. It was amazing to him how much the prince splurged on him. Silken sheets, Hiute butter, clothes, no collar, jewelry. The one thing he wanted the most was what the master was not willing to give.

He propped his head on his uninjured arm and listened to the night sounds coming in from the opened balcony doors. He was asleep within minutes and there, in his dreams, the master came to him.

*****

He was on his home planet, standing amid the royal gardens. The air was rife with the scent of spice -musk off worlders would call it -the scent of a Saiyan in heat. It was that time again, when adult Saiyans took their partners and sated their wild, unfettered lusts. Vegeta's own flesh ached with need. There was so much tension inside him. He longed for release.

He picked up another scent, more familiar and stronger than the others did. Turning off a path that went deep into the heart of the cultivated garden, he followed the smell, his tail lashing excitedly behind him. He was in the midst of a maze. It would be so easy to fly over the tall, thick walls of leaves and reach his target, but he took a bit of pleasure in prolonging his journey. The scent was becoming stronger. Each breath Vegeta took filled his lungs with its goodness until the prince was growling with delight. What was it that beckoned him so badly? He wondered. Whatever produced that alluring scent was as good as ravished he decided and rounded another wall. The path abruptly ended. Vegeta was no longer in the royal gardens. He was in some small, grassy clearing bordered by a semi-circle of large rocks and massive trees. There, waiting for him was the origin of the scent. A male Saiyan, his slightly muscular body adorned in gold and blood red gems, his hips and loins swathed in crimson cloth.

Bardock, Vegeta thought but realized that he had assumed wrong. It was not the commander. This Saiyan's face carried no scar. His skin was too fair, his eyes too gentle. This was…Kakarott.

Vegeta turned to leave and saw that the maze was gone. The path as well. In its place were more rocks and trees.

"My prince." Kakarott's voice was a gentle murmur directly behind him. He had moved so quickly. His scent was overpowering now. Vegeta could feel the heat that emanated from his body.

Vegeta's tail shuddered, the hairs standing on end as his own temperature soared. The soft caress of a furred limb on his made him instinctively grasp on to it. Kakarott's hands cradled his waist. The prince felt his arousal pressing against his rear. One of Kakarott's hands slid down to cup the thickening bulge between Vegeta's legs. Vegeta tried to pull away, but Kakarott maintained his hold on him.

"Release me," Vegeta commanded, finding it strange how strong Kakarott had suddenly become.

"Not until I taste you," he replied. "You smell so good."

Vegeta squirmed as Kakarott nuzzled his neck and nipped ay his ear. Something was very wrong about all this. Kakarott's hold on him was like a vice. This was not the weakling that he had rescued from the market. This was a more aggressive being, one that did not fear Vegeta's wrath.

"Kakarott, if you do not release me at once…" Vegeta warned through clenched teeth.

A tongue flickered at his nape and he lost his words. The hand at his crotch squeezed and he moaned. He bucked his hips forward and held on to Kakarott's forearm as the slave lifted him off the ground.

"No…Kakarott," his protest had lost much of its power. He was caught in the pull of Kakarott's seduction -his aroma wearing away his resistance.

His face warmed as Kakarott moved him up and down over his hardness. The crude action made his heart rate increase and his nerves tingle. His erection swelled in the Saiyan's palm. Kakarott's tongue swirled over his skin as his lips sucked, leaving dark red marks in their wake.

Vegeta clutched his arms so tightly that he crushed one of Kakarott's golden wrist guards beneath his fingers. The metal cracked and fell away.

Vegeta leaned his head back against Kakarott's shoulder, grabbed a handful of the Saiyan's hair and turned his mouth towards him.

*****

Goku wasted no time in claiming the prince's tongue. The delicious aroma was ten times as strong there, ten times as sweet. It was as if the hot aphrodisiac was coming from inside of Vegeta and he wanted to devour all of it.

He was determined to quench the fire that burned so hotly for his master. He was shocked but pleased that he had found the will to restrain the prince. His sudden burst of energy made him question where it had come from, but Vegeta's pliant body had pushed his thoughts aside.

He rubbed the prince's smaller frame over his, enjoying the tautness of Vegeta's bottom. He felt his cock leak and immediately the loincloth that covered him stuck to his flesh. The dampness in his palm alerted him of the prince's similar plight.

Goku tore his mouth from Vegeta's and heard the prince gasp for air. Vegeta's legs hung limply, his fingers painfully dug into Goku's arms. Goku caught his own breath much faster and took his overwhelmed master with him to the ground.

*****

Vegeta relinquished Kakarott's arms as Kakarott's larger body pressed him into the ground. He sank his fingers into the dirt and the scent of bruised grass entered his nostrils. His cock throbbed uncomfortably against the bed of grass. Kakarott's hand had stopped molesting it, but Vegeta yearned to have it there again. He had the violent urge to cum against it -to rub himself to release. He lifted his hips and grinded his erection into the ground. Apparently, Kakarott had had the same idea and was thrusting his bulge against Vegeta's bottom.

*****

Cool air touched the prince's back as Goku lifted his torso off him, bracing his hands on either side of Vegeta. His hips rolled as he humped the prince and his skin began to glisten with the sheen of sweat. He would wait no longer. He was ready to thrust inside his master, ready to bring him pleasure. He ripped the loincloth from his hips. His hands tore at Vegeta's clothing. He stripped Vegeta of his gloves, boots, armor, and bodysuit. when his golden expanse of skin was free, Goku licked a trail down his spine and lightly sucked the sensitive base of Vegeta's tail.

A long sigh of contentment came from the prince. Goku smiled and wrapped his fingers around the sleek appendage stroking the super soft fur. The limb coiled around Goku's arm, its tip moving back and forth over Goku's flesh. Goku's own tail lazily swept the ground.

The prince's smooth skin was a tempting feast. Goku grazed his teeth over the base of the prince's tail and chuckled when Vegeta trembled.

"I know what aches the most on you, my prince," he said, his warm breath stirring Vegeta's fur. "I know all of your secret places..."

He trailed his fingers over the back of Vegeta's thigh. The muscles in his back tensed. "...and not so secret places."

He parted the prince's cheeks and lashed his tongue out at the tanned bud. Vegeta sucked in his breath, clenched the grass in his fists and stuttered, "Ka-karott! No!"

Goku pressed his tongue more fully against the tight opening and growled...

*****

Vegeta cried out and closed his eyes as the young Saiyan's frighteningly skillful tongue probed him. He had never experienced such an act before and wondered briefly about where Kakarott had learned the outrageous trick.

His ears and neck grew warmer as his flush spread. Kakarott's tongue was making him pulse. His tight nether ring quivered as Kakarott's darting tongue became more aggressive.

Vegeta's cock was ready to explode. "No more...Kakarott!" he told him, his tail tightened around the slave's arm.

He felt the last few licks at his cleft and opened his eyes. The colors in the sky had changed from a clear light blue to a cloud streaked orange. The texture of the rocks that surrounded them had changed as well. The smooth gray behemoths were now jagged, white, cliff faces.

"This is...a dream," he realized, and surprised that the sound of disappointment in his voice.

"It feels real to me," he heard Kakarott say and stiffened as something hot and sticky pushed into him. He widened his legs and cried out in a moment of pain as Kakarott's length stretched him. The burn that accompanied the fullness within him brought back not so pleasant memories.

"Kakarott," his voice shook. "Kakarott, wait. Stop!"

The younger Saiyan had no intention of stopping. He slid all the way into silken heat, licked his palm, reached around to grasp Vegeta's shaft, and stroked the prince's member as he thrust into him. Vegeta went still at the dual sensations and grunted in ecstasy when Kakarott's cock bumped the gland inside him. All thoughts of the terrifying ordeal in his past quickly fled. He moved down and back, his pelvis feeding his cock to Kakarott's hand, while simultaneously feeding his rear to Kakarott's cock.

He had never believed that he would have ever enjoyed the rough act. Previous encounters had brought him nothing but pain, shame, and self-loathing, but this...

Aaah...

The constant pulsing deep within him was driving him insane. His cock dribbled and the pre-cum was added lubrication to the prince's sheath.

"Kaka...rott," he panted, "more!"

He had begged to be taken. It was unbelievable, but he argued with himself that no, he had not, because the prince of Saiyans never begged -not even under torture.

This is a different kind of torture, he mused. Who knew that Kakarott could be so useful and powerful? This isn't really Kakarott, he told himself. This is just a dream. He's just a figment of my imagination!

The hard rod that plunged its way through him told a different story. He arched his back, purred, and heard Kakarott's answering growl.

"Yes, Kakarott...more...more..."

*****

Goku did all that he could to keep his climax at bay, but Vegeta's clasping orifice was diminishing his strength. The prince's unabashed pleas for more made his hips work faster to please the master. Anything for the master, Yes.

The scent of him was everywhere, heavy and cloying. Goku's frazzled tail wrapped around Vegeta's waist. Its tip brushed the prince's cock head and Vegeta yelled out in pleasure. Goku moaned as soft walls squeezed against his member. Swirls of warmth moved through out his body, but convened mostly in his loins. He licked his lips as a greater heat rushed from his body.

*****

Vegeta breathed harshly as his orgasm continued to claim him. He rocked wearily beneath Kakarott, his cock spilling its essence on to the earth. His innards continued to pulse as Kakarott's hot cum spurted inside of him.

Kakarott covered him. His hard nipples pressed into his back. His cock was still lodged inside him. "I want to do this again master," he whispered, and then sank his teeth into Vegeta's neck...

*****

Vegeta jerked awake. He was covered in sweat and cum by the feel of the stickiness on his belly and thigh.

"Damn it, Kakarott!" He looked around the room searching for the younger male. He was certain that the little cock sucker had "visited" him again, but the doors of his room were closed, even the balcony doors and he was alone.

"I'm too old for wet dreams," he muttered and rose to wash himself. His eyebrows lifted in surprise as a steady, warm sensation pulsed deep in his rear.

Down the hall in another room, a sated smile graced the face of a sleeping Goku. Tangled sheets lay haphazardly over his waist, the area just over his crotch damp with the results of a shared dream.

*****

Kakarott had not risen yet. Vegeta thought that their training yesterday had exhausted the slave. He was glad for it nonetheless. He didn't think that he could look at him after what he'd done. Dreaming of Kakarott taking him had to be some residual madness brought on by being Frieza's test subject. The bastard had injected him with things that had caused delusions and paranoia. Frieza had gotten some kick out of seeing the prince all agitated before he sent him off to do his dirty work. And then...there were the other chemicals that tamed him, that made him so compliant that he had not even thought of attacking the ice-jin when he...

Vegeta shook his head and went to the kitchen. The past was becoming an annoyance lately. Why did he have to dredge up such horrible memories? The child in him that had experienced those things was still outraged. It was too bad. He couldn't do anything about it, not anymore.

His loyal followers Nappa and Radditz had been butchered simply because Frieza suspected that they were all getting too familiar with each other. It had been a lie trumped up by Zarbon. Frieza didn't like it when his favorites became sullied by the hands of another and he was quick to pass his judgment.

Nappa had not had the chance to react. The elder Saiyan had been blown to bits where he stood. Radditz's arm had been severed and he'd been taken to the labs to become one of Frieza's new test subjects. Vegeta had heard that the Saiyan had died a painful death.

You are now my rarest possession, Frieza had told him.

Vegeta snarled the thought away and concentrated on cooking. The past was becoming a bothersome ghost. He blamed it all on Kakarott. If the fool had only kept his distance and had not tried to take liberties with him, none of this would have happened.

I am being too lenient with him. Why else would he be so bold? He thought. I must train him harder. Give him something else to focus on besides being fucked.

It occurred to him that Kakarott had always been used for pleasure. It was possible, he decided, that Kakarott was accustomed to the routine and expected the same treatment from Vegeta. It couldn't be because the younger Saiyan liked the act. Why would anyone who was forced into slavery enjoy being intimate with his captor? It made no sense to him. Not once had he ever...

No, not with HIM.

The dreams about Kakarott were the most pleasant acts of intimacy that he had ever experienced, but he would never admit that to anyone. That was a secret meant to be buried. He had an image to maintain. He was the cold and powerful Prince Vegeta. A bitter Saiyan who was no longer beneath the disgusting thumb of Frieza.

Nevertheless, it did puzzle him why the ice-jin had granted him this form of freedom. Vegeta had lived with fear for a long time. The first few years, he had lain awake at night, thinking that Frieza would come for him again. He still expected to be called back to serve in Frieza's army. The only possible reason that Vegeta could think of for Frieza's generous decision to spare his life, was that the bastard took pleasure in knowing that he had broken Vegeta. The prince had no home, no family, and no subjects to aid him. He was alone and unable to seek out his revenge.

The sound of footsteps on the tiled, stone floor reached his ears. Kakarott had finally awakened. He entered the room looking clean in his new clothes. The sleeveless, dark blue garment clung to his torso like a second skin. The much looser pants, made of a cream-colored fabric, ended just below his knees. The cuffs were tucked into calf high white boots. He had forgotten to wear his jewelry. It was just as well. Vegeta had something strenuous in store for him today.

He finished cooking the mountainous morning rations of food for the both of them and served Kakarott. The young Saiyan bounced hungrily in his seat as the scents reached his nose. Vegeta fought back a smile and settled down across the table from him.

He watched him eat and marveled at how different Kakarott and his dream version were from each other. This Kakarott looked innocent, and lusted only after his food. The Kakarott from his dreams was shockingly experienced in sexual matters. He lusted greatly for Vegeta's body. He made him very wary.

He looked at Kakarott with suspicion.

"What?" Kakarott garbled out, his mouth filled with food.

Vegeta tapped his fingers on the table and told him, "The servants will be here soon. Hurry up and finish eating. You have a long day ahead of you."

Kakarott chewed slowly at his words, and then swallowed loudly. He took in Vegeta's closed expression and felt his scalp itch with fear. "O-Okay."

*****

He had taken his anger out on him just a little too much. The training session had nothing to do with improving Kakarott's strengths, but everything to do with appeasing his emotions. Poor Kakarott didn't stand a chance. He lay sprawled in the dirt, panting hard. His jaw was bruised, his tunic singed and tattered. The distinct odor of burnt hair reached Vegeta's nostrils.

"Get up," he ordered.

Goku wearily pushed himself up to his feet. The remnants of his tunic fell from his body.

"Don't ever cross me, Kakarott," he warned and turned on his heel, leaving the young Saiyan confused.

"What did I do?" he rubbed his aching jaw and followed the prince home, protesting his movements.

*****

The package had arrived in good condition, and he rewarded the mercenary with a few coins followed by a dark warning of death should he let word of their meeting be known to others.

"I have eyes everywhere. Do you understand?"

The mercenary trembled with fear, but nodded. He collected his payment and fled into the crowded city streets.

A green braid flicked over a broad shoulder. Long, slender fingers reached into the metallic casing of the box and pulled out a glowing glass vial.

"You'll learn your place, brat."

Zarbon the Enforcer was ready to enforce the law of the council, his way, and with a little help taken from a former ally.

He returned the vial to its box, a smile of contentment etched on his face.

"Now to the Huite's Hall of Records for some light reading."

*****

Goku stiffly pulled a fresh tunic over his head and smoothed the white fabric in place. The cool fabric felt good against his bruised flesh. He couldn't exactly bend over to pull on his pants. The ugly purple bruise at the small of his back attested to that.

He shifted to reach for the loose blue garment and cried out in pain. He hobbled over to the bed and fell face first onto it.

"Ow."

Every part of his body ached. Well, not every part of his body. The one part that usually ached was limp and even thoughts of a certain prince couldn't make it stir to life.

Hmm. I wonder if I could...

Using his memories of the dream he'd had recently, he tried to rouse his little Goku. He smiled mischievously and told it, "Come on, wake up now."

He ground his groin into the sheets imagining that he was thrusting against the prince’s rock hard abdomen or thighs. His cock fully hardened and the pain in his back became a distant concern. It still ached, but his arousal overrode the pain.

He thought of the prince’s hands and imagined them running over his arms and shoulders, bruising his skin and coaxing him on. In his dreams he had claimed his master, thrusting into him without any fear of being punished for taking what he was unwilling to give. Goku had thought that his dream world Vegeta had protested too much. The prince should have welcomed him, not push him away, but in the end he had gotten his way.

This is...a dream…

He remembered the prince’s words to him and pressed his cock more aggressively against the bed.

Kakarott…Kakarott, wait…Stop…

He hadn’t stopped, because it had been so good and so real and Goku had wanted it to last forever.

Kaka...rott…more…

Vegeta had wanted it to last forever too.

Yes, Kakarott...more...more...

“Anything for you master, anything.”

Goku was just about to reach that delicious peak when he was pulled from it by the agitated voice of the prince.

"Kakarott!"

He went absolutely still.

"You're not going to blend in with the bed if that's what you're thinking."

Okay. I’ve been caught. Maybe this can turn into something worth while, he thought. Maybe I can convince Vegeta to join me.

Enthused by the possibility of having his dreams come true, he smirked and gave the mattress one last thrust before he gingerly turned over on his back. He wanted his master to get a good look at his arousal. He was proud of it and figured that Vegeta should be proud of it too. He was the one who had caused it in the first place. Goku would just have to let him deal with it.

“It’s pretty hard to do that when I have this thing…” The dopey grin on his face fell when he noticed that the prince was not alone. Several female servants along with one male were standing just outside Goku's room staring at him in shock.

"Oh my," the eldest female said, her eyes wide, her wrinkled face flushed with heat.

"Next time, remember to lock your door," Vegeta warned him. He was irritated that the servants had seen Kakarott in such a state. Baerick, the male servant was practically drooling over him. Vegeta gave a low growl and snarled out, "Get to work!"

The little lecher scrambled away, thoughts of the naked slave still in his head.

"Cover yourself, Kakarott!"

Goku hastily grabbed a sheet and pulled it over himself. Vegeta walked around the room noting how the younger male had managed to make a mess by just leaving his soiled clothes wherever he undressed. The room smelled of stale sweat and sex.

Vegeta's tail unfurled and swung lazily behind him. His nostrils had flared as the strong, musky scents hit him full force.

"This room is to be cleaned," he announced. "I want the bed stripped and made. I want these clothes," he kicked at a tunic, "washed."

He went to the drapes and sniffed them. They smelled of Kakarott. He pulled them down. "Wash these."

"Yes, your majesty."

Goku watched all of this with interest. One of the younger servants smiled at him and he smiled back and greeted her, "Hi."

She was pretty. Her features reminded him of his first master, mistress Ladla. She was of the same species –pink and petite, almost feline in nature. Her ears were flattened against her blonde hair, a sign that Vegeta had completely unnerved her. She was dressed in worn but serviceable clothing, a short brown dress with pants covering her slender legs. Her feet were wrapped in strips of cloth allowing her claws freedom as she walked. All in all she looked like a young woman with minor feline attributes.

Goku wondered if she shared the same customs as mistress Ladla. He scrambled off the bed, clutching the sheet to his waning erection and rubbed his nose against her throat and then her cheek and nose. His tail caressed her lower back and the surprised woman returned the gestures.

“I’m Goku. What’s your name?”

“Sera.”

“Are you a slave too?” Goku asked her, wondering if he would see more of her in the future. It would be nice to have someone else to talk to for a change. Vegeta didn’t talk that much and whenever he did, it was to yell at him or give him orders.

“N-No. I was hired to help clean.” Her brown eyes darted over Goku’s neck. “You are a slave?”

Goku touched his throat where the oppressive collar used to be and told her, “Yes, well, I was, but my master took off my collar.”

Sera’s eyes widened at that information.

“If you two ladies are finished getting familiar with each other there is work to be done,” Vegeta interrupted. “You, come with me. I have several rooms that need to be cleaned,” he instructed of Sera. “And you,” he said with almost a growl directing his attention at Goku, “get dressed. I’ll deal with you later.”

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