The Prince and the Peasant Pt.1

Yeah! My second fic! This is a/u and based on Planet Vegeta. Kakarot is 19 and Vegeta is 21. King Vegeta is 45. On with the story.

Disclaimer: I don’t own DBZ or things would be very different indeed.

Thoughts: ‘blah’

I decided to go to the market just to spite my father. I’m the prince. I can make my own decisions. ‘It’s these damn dirty merchants that make Vegeta-sei filthy. They’re like fucking vermin.’ As I strolled, I kicked a piece of trash with my gold-tipped boot. Everyone in each stall bowed low as I passed. Except for one.

I walked over to the stall he was sharing with another man. Presumably his father.

"They call this fine jewelry?" I scoffed at their wares.

The boy’s father bowed again. "It is whatever you think it is, Your Highness," he said humbly.

"It is fine jewelry," the boy replied defiantly.

"Boy," I spat, "Who addressed you?"

"I’m no more boy than you are," he argued jauntily.

I liked this one. He was a challenge.

"What’s your name?" I questioned the boy. His father looked ready to die.

"Kakarot," he replied, staring me in the eye as no one but my father did.

Feisty. Very Feisty.

"I already know your name," Kakarot continued, "Vegeta."

No one but my father dared use my name. Even my father’s highest officials and generals called me ‘Prince.’ I liked him. I wanted to break him. Make him submit.

I addressed Kakarot’s blushing father. "Can I take Kakarot to work in the palace? He’ll get paid more than you get here."

Kakarot’s father nodded feebly.

I hadn’t need ask. I didn’t even have to pay Kakarot. It was just so as not to cause rebellion. I think.

Kakarot’s lean body vaulted over the booth and he walked next to me, not behind like he should, being a peasant.

"So. . . what do you want me for? Bathroom duty? Licking your boots clean? Sex?"

I laughed. "Don’t flatter yourself. I picked you because your not like the rest. You’re defiant."

"And you’re uptight. Now that I’ve got that off my chest . . ."

I cut him off. "I am not uptight!"

"Sure. Just check out the way you walk. Even your tail is rigid."

I forced my stiff tail to loop and do flips like his.

"Better?" I questioned him.

"You’re still uptight," he replied as we arrived at the palace.

Why was I trying to change myself for him anyway?

More to come!