Disclaimer: Akira Toriyama, people. Not me.

Warnings: yaoi, lime

Thoughts: ‘blah’

The Prince and the Peasant Pt.2

Maybe it was because of the way his messy hair framed his angular face or the soft swing of his hips. What am I thinking? He’s not even blueblood! Kakarott looked at me, helping me to contradict myself. But God, he’s so hot!

Kakarott actually waited for ME to open one of the heavy marble doors for him. I stood transfixed as Kakarott passed. His musky scent wafted around me and his arm brushed mine. Kakarott turned around and broke the spell.

"You coming?" he asked.

"Oh. . . Oh yeah." Since when did I stutter? I ran to catch up with Kakarott and tripped most unroyally. Luckily, Kakarott broke my fall. I looked up, Kakarott’s arms encircling my waist. I blushed as his eyes caught mine and held. God, help me!

Kakarott slowly removed his arms but did not break the eye contact until we began walking again. I couldn’t feel my feet on the floor as we began trod up the stairs to my wing of the castle. I was so engrossed in Kakarott that I only realized that we had arrived when Kakarott’s ass stopped moving.

"This is your room," I said, pointing to the door next to mine, trying to gather some control over myself. "That is my room. That’s the training room. That’s the pool and that’s the . . ."

"You have a POOL! Up here? Let’s go check it out."

Kakarott grabbed my wrist and dragged me into the pool room. He dropped my arm as he clapped his hands to his face.

"This place is huge! Can we go swimming?"

"Sure. Just let me go get some suits." Too late. Kakarott had already stripped to his shirt off. His chest was broad and muscular and mesmerizing.

"Kakarott?" My jaw dropped as ripped my shirt off. I closed my mouth and looked up into his face. Gods, he looks so beautiful right now

"Do I?" Kakarott asked as he circled his hands around my waist and pulled me onto his chest. Did I say that out loud?!? His eyes were as deep and dark as the midnight sky and just as hypnotizing as the soft skin I was now resting upon. I looped my hand around Kakarott’s neck and pulled him down, my lips searching for his. But his head turned and neared my ear.

"My Prince, you are so beautiful. May I kiss you?" I nodded slightly and Kakarott’s eyes returned to my face. He slowly leaned down. I drew in a gasping breath as Kakarott’s lips gently rubbed over my own. He took advantage of my startled state and swiftly slipped his tongue into my mouth. Suddenly my whole world was soft, sweet, and moist. I moaned somewhere deep in my chest.

Kakarott gently leaned us down until we were upon the cold tile. I threaded my hand through his velvety hair, the tile stinging my back. The kiss turned brutal and hot. Kakarott’s skin was soft and smooth against mine, his weight causing me an enjoyable discomfort.

Suddenly, I realized what I was letting happen. I pulled back from Kakarott.

"We can’t do this," I whispered, "My father . . ."

"Fuck your father," Kakarott breathed back, trying to kiss me again. I turned my head and pulled myself out from under Kakarott. I desperately wanted to disobey the Ou, but he had instilled a deep fear of his wraith in me.

"Come on, you need some clothes," I said, heading for the doors.

Kakarott followed me, grumbling.

"Go to your room. There should be clothes there for you."

"Yes, master," Kakarott sneered before disappearing into the designated door.

I sighed and entered my chambers, deciding on a shower in my private bathroom. I stripped down and stepped into the marble stall, turning the ebony knobs until steaming water poured out. I relaxed under the spray, my tight muscles sighing. I picked up my shampoo, heavily dousing my hair in water and rubbing the thick lather through it. It fell around my shoulders as I massaged my scalp. I rinsed it out thoroughly, grabbing my conditioner. I smoothed it through my locks, silking them.

After washing my body with my unscented soap, I washed out the conditioner and stepped out of the shower, quickly drying my body, wrapping the towel around my hair. I walked out of the steamy room, gloriously naked.

"Kakarott!" I yelled as I quickly covered myself with the towel around my hair. "What the fuck are you doing in here?!?"

"I- I just . . . I wanted to thank you for these clothes?"

"Get out," I whispered lowly, dangerously. "Out, Out, OUT!"

Smartly, Kakarott obeyed, nearly tripping over himself to get out of my sight.

I huffed and grabbed a black spandex suit from the closet, wiggling into it before flopping on my bed, flipping on the wide-screen tv. I flipped through numerous channels, trying to alleviate myself of all thoughts of my new servant, failing.

I cursed at myself as I got off the bed, moving to the door adjoining my room to Kakarott’s. I turned the heavy marble knob quickly, throwing the door open, letting it bang against the opposite wall to find Kakarott sprawled out on his plush feather bed, over the comforter, snoring asleep.

I shook my head and sat down beside the beauty, brushing stray bangs out of his closed eyes. Asleep, he was angelic, misplaced among mortals. I patted his head and left the room, not wishing to disturb him, all my anger dissolved.

I went back to my chambers, the tv still blaring. Flopping down on the bed, I sighed again and rolled on my side, falling asleep in my weariness from the tour of the market.

I awoke at dawn, as usual, to a large face in mine. I shrieked and nearly fell off the bed, recognizing Kakarott.

"Dammit, what was that for?" I recovered myself, blushing slightly in my embarrassment at squealing like a woman.

"You looked so beautiful," he replied in a whisper, his fingertips coming to gently trace my cheekbones.

I relaxed under the touch, half closing my eyes. "Kakarott . . ."

"Hmm?" he answered, his palm cupping my warm cheek. His lips came to mine, their tenderness startling. I responded immediately, my mouth opening to allow his tongue in. Kakarott took his opportunity, gently twirling his tongue with mine.

‘Mmm, this is the way to wake up,’ I thought as my hands found their own will and twined in my lover’s thick hair, yanking lightly.

Kakarott pulled back slowly, speaking raspily, "I’m hungry."

I sighed, exasperated. "Come on," I growled.

I led him to the dining hall, which at this hour, was filled with dusty soldiers, just off from night duty. Kakarott and I went through the line(I found it improper to use my status as a way to cut) and gathered heaping trays of pancakes, eggs, bacon, orange juice, and a side of biscuit. We sat at the first empty end of a table we could find. Scarfing like we had been on a year long trip with no food, conversation was forgotten.

I gulped down my orange juice, finished at last, and sat back with a contented sigh. A loud burp even managed to escape my lips. Kakarott looked up at me, giggling.

"What? Just because I’m royalty means I can’t burp?"

The servant across from me just grinned, finishing his biscuit.

"Come on," I commanded, rising. Kakarott followed me out of the mess hall, and outside.

"You just have to see the garden," I boasted and I opened the tall wooden gate.

The taller man stood stark still in awe as I pulled him into the complex, closing the gate. Butterflies swarmed around us, nothing keeping them in besides their own will. The whole place was open except for the gate, used to keep out intruders. Kakarott lifted his hand and purple butterfly landed on it, fluttering his wings without moving.

"Come, you must see the Vegetal flowers." I grabbed his free hand and led him to the far fence, having to wait several times as his greater weight stopped, admiring the trees, or the birds, or the variety of other plant.

Finally, we were before the flowers planted just for me, large purple bells, just blooming. Their smell was intoxicating, speaking of exotic spices and soft beach breezes. Even the birds couldn’t stay away until they had had their fill.

"Hello there, Ouji. What are you here for?" the old gardener, Xavier, stepped out of the hut he lived in of the garden grounds. I had tried to convince him several times to move into the palace, but he just replied that the plants needed him.

I embraced my old friend. I would spend many hours out in the garden as a child, and he would explain everything to me, even the fertilizer he used.

"How is everything going, Xavier?"

"Just fine, young Ouji. As always," the kindly old man replied. He must’ve been near one hundred, though his spiky mane showed none of it, still as black as the day he was born. His face, however, was heavily lined, though all went up, as though all he ever did was grin and laugh. His baggy clothes were always soiled with dirt, showing his dedication to the plants.

"Please Xavier. Meet Kakarott. He is my new servant."

"Very nice to meet you, Kakarott," the short old man shook his hand, craning his neck to look up into the new face that towered over him. "How be you today?"

"Very fine, sir. Thank you."

The old man released the young hand. "Be very grateful young Vegeta brought you here. Very few ever see it." The next question was posed at both of us. "Would you two like to come in for a nice cup of tea?"

"Sure, Xavier." I humoured the old gardener, having nothing better to do.

We followed him into his hut, which was probably older than he was, though very clean. We sat at the table that was built into the rough wooden wall as Xavier put on the kettle. He settled beside me to wait for the water to boil.

"So, Kakarott," the older man seemed to pick his words carefully. "Are you Vegeta’s lover?"

My servant’s face got so red I was afraid he would run out right there. "Um . . . I . . ."

"Oh, I apologize," Xavier said quickly. "I just had the impression that you two were a couple."

"Xavier, I believe the water is boiling," I changed the subject, the whine of the kettle just beginning to be heard.

The short man jumped up and immediately went to setting up the tea tray. He returned to the table and a long silence pursued as we all just sipped quietly at out cups, the blush slowly fading from Kakarott’s cheeks.

"Have the plants been giving you any trouble?"

"No more than usual," the old man assured me, draining his cup but not reaching to pour another.

"Why don’t you move into the palace?" I pleaded with the stubborn man.

"Oh, no. These plants need me."

"Well then, I guess we’ll be going," I replied, standing, Kakarott doing likewise.

Xavier stood, giving me a goodbye hug, bidding us well.

We exited the hut and strolled slowly through the wide garden.

"Sorry about that, Kakarott. Xavier can be quite open."

"That’s ok. Just a little startling." He looked up at the sun. "Gods, it’s already eleven."

"Oh, no!" I cried, taking off in a run. "I’m supposed to lunch with my father in thirty minutes!"