Kakarotto leaned back against one of the arms of the couch. He was bored and more than a little lonely. It had been nearly a week since that day in the gravity room, and it was obvious that Vejita was avoiding him. Kakarotto new better than to approach the prince. He just needed time.
A couple days ago, Freeza had called Kakarotto into his quarters again to ask how it was possible he’d grown stronger than his prince. Kakarotto answered honestly by saying he didn’t know. It seemed odd to him though that Freeza stared at him so. Finally, he was dismissed and shrugged the strange meeting off.
Glancing at a digital clock on the wall, Kakarotto let out a heavy sigh. Raditz and Nappa were on a purging mission and wouldn’t be back until morning. Just as he was about to let his eyes fall shut he heard the door open and he quickly looked up to see that it was Vejita.
The prince let his gaze wonder over the boy’s stretched out form. The long, muscular body was covered in a black spandex bodysuit, clinging to him like a second skin. Vejita let his eyes roam over the messed raven hair, curious eyes, pale skin, and angular features. The boy’s lips were parted slightly, and he pushed himself up on his elbows to angle his gaze better to meet Vejita’s eyes. The prince smiled inwardly, watching as muscles rippled with the simple movement. Soon, his gaze was traveling down a broad chest, narrow waist, flat stomach, and narrow hips. His gaze faltered slightly as his eyes grazed over the rather large bulge of the boy’s manhood. Letting his smile seep into the real world, the prince continued his visual exploration as he let his eyes roam over long muscular legs that tapered down to large, bare feet.
"Jita… You okay?" Kakarotto questioned, unsure of his prince’s strange behavior. He rarely smiled and when he did there was good reason for it. Slowly, he watched as Vejita’s staring returned to his eyes. Kakarotto’s breath caught for a moment as Vejita licked his lips before speaking.
"I’m fine, Kakarotto."
The boy nodded, sitting up. He watched as his prince stepped closer, making it possible for him to see that Vejita’s armor and bodysuit was scratched and torn from training. Glancing to the normally white gloves his prince wore, Kakarotto could see that they were tinted with red here and there, making it obvious that his prince had just beaten the shit out of some poor bastard at the training hall recently.
Vejita wondered if the boy even noticed his obvious erection. The prince silently cursed himself for having no will power, no self-control. Then, he realized that both Nappa and Raditz’s doors were open.
"Where are they?" he asked, returning his gaze to the boy’s eyes. He smiled again when it took the boy several moments to register what he had said and then what he meant.
"Purging mission." Kakarotto answered simply, amazed as his prince stepped forward again. He was more than surprised when Vejita placed a rough hand beneath his chin, gently encouraging him to stand, which he did.
"Oh." Vejita replied, realizing that he should have known this hadn’t it been for his recent obsessing that had kept him in the dark for the past week. He almost giggled… Giggled! …When it occurred to him how perfect everything was going.
It took a moment for Kakarotto to register his prince's words. It was so hard to concentrate on anything with that scent, Vejita’s scent, which was practically throwing him into sensory overload along with the gentle, callused touch of his prince’s hand beneath his chin. He almost whimpered when the touch, the connection, was severed.
Vejita pulled his gaze off the boy with some effort before turning and making his way to the room they shared. As predicted, the boy followed, his bare feet patting against the metal floor. Vejita silently cursed him, especially after he'd taught the boy to maneuver without making a single sound. He fought the urge to scold him, telling him that a Saiyajin isn’t so childish as to ignore his own ability, but those simple, innocent, and childish things about Kakarotto were the things he loved the most.
Soon, they were both in the dimly lit room, the door closed behind them. Vejita watched as the boy innocently stepped closer, letting his eyes fall shut as he took deep breaths. His scent… He’d forgotten that his scent must be much stronger in his aroused state. Glancing down he could see that Kakarotto was slowly growing aroused himself, due to the scent alone. He quickly pulled his gaze back up to the boy’s face as he took another step closer.
"Kakarotto, open your eyes." The prince was amused as the boy gently stumbled backwards when he saw that their noses were about to touch.
"Sorry, Jita… You just smell so good."
Vejita felt his groin tighten as the last word of the boy’s sentence came out as a moan. He was fighting the urge to throw the boy on the floor and take him. Kakarotto’s scent was growing stronger though, and he was using all of his will power.
"Nn… Kaka… Kakarotto, for the past week I’ve been doing some thinking… I’ve decided to take you as my mate."
Kakarotto was surprised and more than a little confused. He knew what a mate was. It was a companion, a life-long companion. What he didn’t understand was how it was going to work.
"What?" the prince asked, his body growing slightly rigid at the sudden look of surprise that had overcome the boy’s face. Rejection peeked into his thoughts and Vejita found that he feared it; he feared the boy’s rejection. What was he thinking? He was his prince. He didn’t have to have compliance. He could do as he wished.
"How’s it goin’ to work though?"
Vejita was caught off guard. That wasn’t what he had expected. Kakarotto must have seen the confusion on his face since the boy continued to speak.
"I mean… Doesn’t one of us have to be a girl?" Kakarotto questioned, a light flush spreading over his cheeks at their intimate conversation.
Vejita fought back the laughter as he lifted a hand to the boy’s warm cheek, surprised by it’s red tint. He had never figured Kakarotto the blushing type. It suited him.
"That’s nonsense. Mating can take place between any two beings as long as the emotions are there."
"Emotions?"
Vejita felt a sly smirk pulling at his mouth as he nodded, letting his hand on the boy’s cheek slide back, his fingers entwining into the wild raven locks. He wasn’t sure if he should pull the boy into a kiss… He wanted Kakarotto’s consent. He was pulled back into reality at the sound of the boy’s quickened breathing.
"Jita… Taste me…" Kakarotto whispered, starring at the pure masculinity of his prince through half-lidded eyes, the anticipation taking hold of his soul.
Vejita grinned inwardly as he used his hand positioned behind the boy’s head to push their lips together. It wasn’t his first kiss; he’d been with his share of slaves and several low-ranking soldiers, but it was indeed the only one that had ever ignited his entire being in such a way that made him feel as if he were going to melt into the simple connection.
Kakarotto wasn’t sure of what exactly was expected of him in a mating, but it didn’t matter. All he knew was that he was willing to try. The feelings he felt were so pure and so strong that he wasn’t even sure where he was anymore. Suddenly, he felt the hand on the back of his neck trail lower, rubbing encouraging circles down his back were it was joined by another hand.
Vejita let his eyes crack open at the feel of unsure arms encircling his waist. He let his eyes fall shut again as he licked across the boy’s lips, politely asking for the entrance he was quickly granted. The heat of the boy’s mouth caused that fire inside him to surge as he plunged his tongue deeper, finding Kakarotto’s curious tongue begin its own sensual exploration.
Kakarotto moaned lightly into the raging kiss, letting his hands slide up the muscular back of his prince, pulling him firmly against him. Burning fingers slipped under the hem of his spandex long-sleeve shirt. Their kiss was broken as it was pulled up over his head, allowing him time to catch his breath.
Vejita, taking his own deep breaths as he tried to recover from their first kiss, was mesmerized by the naked chest before him. He’d seen the boy naked a number of times, but never like this. Never with the knowledge that what he saw was his and his alone. The prince was quiet and cooperative as the unsure boy stepped forward, removing his armor.
"Jita?" Kakarotto said as he let his hands trail from his prince’s shoulders down the length of his arms to the white gloves that he slowly removed.
"Hn?" Vejita questioned, taking a deep breath as the boy licked the length of his right index finger before taking it into his mouth.
"Tell me what to do… I’m not sure of what I’m supposed to do." Kakarotto whispered as he switched to a new finger.
"Do you even know what you’re doing to me?" Vejita was surprised that the boy didn’t know what kind of images he was putting in his head by the simple action of sucking his fingers. He got his answer when Kakarotto just stared at him innocently. Taking the boy’s hands in his own, Vejita pulled them to his waist, encouraging the boy to continue undressing him.
"See?" Vejita said when he was standing naked before his love. He got no answer as the boy just stared, making it obvious that he was looking his prince over as he let his eyes roam from his head to his toes, lingering here and there. Vejita felt foolish, his tail twitching lightly, but had to ask.
"Do I please you?"
"Jita, you’re so beautiful." Kakarotto said through a blushing grin. He still wore his spandex pants and was suddenly finding them quite binding at the sight of his nude prince.
Vejita stepped back, sitting on the edge of their bed, gesturing for Kakarotto to follow, which he did, standing before him. Vejita slid his hands up the boy’s legs, sliding his fingers under the hem of his pants and slowly removed them, gently pulling the boy’s tail free in the process. He took the opportunity of being face to face with the boy’s erection and leaned forward as he licked the tip of Kakarotto’s manhood. He looked up to find that the boy’s eyes were shut and his head was tilted back slightly. Vejita placed his hands firmly on the younger Saiyajin’s hips as he took in as much of the boy’s length as he could, feeling it press at the back of his throat, and wringing a moan from Kakarotto.
The heat Kakarotto felt surrounding him was enough to set him on fire. It was amazing. His knees felt weak, and when his prince began sucking and bobbing his head, he almost lost his footing. Strong hands held though, supporting him, and he had to brace himself by placing his hands on Vejita’s shoulders.
Vejita had never been positively sure whether the boy was virgin or not, especially with all the willing slave women about, but he was sure now. Kakarotto could barely control himself. Through half lidded eyes, the prince could see that the boy’s tail was curling and uncurling.
Kakarotto felt a wonderful burning sensation nearing when he felt one of his prince’s hands slide from his hip to his backside and suddenly take hold of his tail, massaging it roughly but sensually. The pleasure shivered up and then back down his spine, sending him over the edge as he exploded in Vejita’s mouth.
"Nnn…" Vejita voiced, gently pulling the boy over to sit beside him on the bed. He’d swallowed the hot honey of Kakarotto but knew well enough that the taste was still on his tongue. Leaning forward, he pulled the boy to him, pressing their lips together again. The kiss was more urgent this time. Mouths were open wide as the kiss was made as deep as possible. Vejita knew the boy tasted himself when he moaned lightly, but the moan was swallowed up as Vejita rolled them onto the bed, maneuvering himself until he was on top. Then, he broke the kiss, licking down his lovers jaw and back up again to nibble on an ear.
"Jita, please…" Kakarotto whispered, his hands roaming his prince’s body, trying his best to learn every inch of it.
"You want more?" Vejita asked, a little surprised as he noted that the boy was, again, as aroused as ever.
Kakarotto nodded, he didn’t know exactly what was supposed to happen next, but he wanted it to happen now.
"Patience, baka." The prince whispered as he lowered his head again, licking every inch of the boy’s body, concentrating on his neck, nipples, and navel. When he dipped his tongue into the boy’s navel he earned a moan as Kakarotto’s body writhed beneath him, begging for more. Slowly, he made his way back up, meeting the boy face to face, noting the fact that Kakarotto was breathing deeply.
"Tell me how you feel about me."
Kakarotto was surprised by the statement, but figured it was part of the mating and complied by answering.
"You’re everything, Jita. I like to go to sleep with you and wake up with you. I like it when you watch out for me and protect me. I… I love you."
The prince leaned down, flicking his tongue out to taste the delicacy that was Kakarotto. His lips were so smooth and soft that he almost forgot what he was going to say and pulled back.
"I claim dominance in this mating. I know I’m not the stronger, but I feel it’s something that will be the best for both of us."
Kakarotto nodded, letting Vejita know that he agreed; however, he wasn't sure what it meant to be the dominant one, but that didn’t matter.
"Now, Chibi… We have to mark one another and take one another’s blood, making ourselves one. Understand?"
Kakarotto nodded again, but Vejita knew that the boy was uncertain. He moved slowly, letting the younger Saiyajin have time to copy his movements. Soon, they were both licking one another’s neck, the cords of muscle growing more and more appealing as they raked their teeth across the smooth and salty skin. Vejita bit down suddenly, grinding his hips against Kakarotto’s, and marveling in the sensation of the boy’s canines puncturing his own skin.
Vejita felt a powerful sense of sadness as he felt the experiences of his beloved. He knew now that Kakarotto’s father had been a rather famous but low-class warrior, spending no time with him. The pain deepened when he recalled a memory that wasn’t his.
Kakarotto was weeping silently, hugging his blanket to him as his father bellowed.
"You’re nothing! You will always be nothing! A curse, a wretch! You killed your own mother!"
The child, Kakarotto, was silent even when a large hand backslapped him, causing him to tumble to the ground.
Vejita felt tears stinging the backs of his eyes as he sucked and lapped at the blood that poured from the boy’s wound. The more recent memories he experienced were ones with him in it, and it delighted him to know that he’d brought that much happiness into Kakarotto’s life.
Kakarotto wasn’t sure of what he was feeling. The coppery blood that poured down his throat was like a drug he was addicted to, and the only explanation for the things he felt were that they were magical visions into the past, Vejita’s past.
A small boy stood in a grand throne room, his ebony hair licking at the sky in a gravity-defying manor much like a flame.
"A Saiyajin does not cry!" the well-dressed king said, motioning for the child to leave. It was said in a manor that suggested that it was said with annoyance for having to be repeated so often.
"Please… Father, don’t send me away again." The young prince said, on the verge of whining, starved for attention from the only family he knew other than Nappa. Screaming and kicking, the child was removed from the brightly-lit room to be again placed with his bulky bodyguard, Nappa.
Kakarotto could feel the boy’s heart growing cold and hard much like steel, but soon he felt himself in the mix and felt the icy prince’s heart melting away into a surging flame much like his own rapidly beating heart.
Panting, Vejita pulled back, seeing that the boy’s eyes were watery as well. He’d forgotten his Hellish childhood, but now was not the time for remembering. He bent down, kissing his lover passionately, tasting his own blood on the velvety tongue.
"We’re one, Kakarotto. Can you feel it?" Vejita whispered through heavy breaths as he ran a hand down the boy’s washboard stomach, ignoring his throbbing need and pulling one of Kakarotto’s long legs up, draping it over his hip.
Kakarotto was in a whirlwind of feelings and emotions as he felt a slight pressure at his backside. He began to writhe as the pressure grew and his virgin opening was occupied by the well-endowed prince. He moaned loudly, arching his body into the increasing pleasure. His prince was cautious though, moving slowly to avoid too much pain and extend the ecstasy.
Vejita panted heavily as he was fully sheathed, wallowing in the rapture of the boy’s tightness. Through half-lidded eyes, the prince gazed at the beauty of Kakarotto’s passion filled eyes and heaving chest. The room was filled with the glorious scent of their bodies becoming one. Gently, Vejita began to move, slowly building momentum until he was thrusting in and out of Kakarotto with a need that was beyond any he’d ever experienced before. Soon, he had the boy screaming his name as he grunted his pleasure in response.
Kakarotto’s virginity had been blown into non-existence with the first thrust and the pleasure had only built sense then. He was unable to control himself as he lifted his hips in time to meet his prince’s, moaning loudly as he did so. He soon felt a surge of electricity as his vision was clouded with splashes of white. Vejita was pumping his rock hard manhood with a rough hand. In an instant, Kakarotto felt himself being thrown into a sea of complete emotion and perfection. The only thing he could think to compare it to was Heaven.
Vejita watched as the white honey exploded from his lover, splattering across both their abdomens. The sudden tenseness in the boy’s body along with one strong, final thrust sent him over the edge as well, sending his seed deep within Kakarotto, marking him as his own and claiming dominance. With a few final spasms, Vejita gave into his body and collapsed onto his lover, his mate. Their hearts seemed to be beating as one.
"Nnn… Chibi..." the prince whispered as he rolled to the side, smiling as the younger Saiyajin cuddled up against him. Soon, their exhausted bodies were overcome with the need for rest and they both succumbed to a deep, peaceful sleep.
