Where Kakarott is King Pt.1
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Vegeta’s POV
I dug through my favourite dumpster. This store threw out food the day it
expired so there was always plenty in there. I pulled out a few bags and boxes
of various stale foods and stuffed them in my ragged backpack.
"What are you doing?"
I turned towards the voice. "P-Prince Kakarot, Sire." I bowed, waist
deep in trash. "I was just getting some food, Your Highness. Is that
alright with you, Sire?" I asked respectfully.
"It most certainly is not alright."
I was startled. "I’m sorry, Sire. I’ll just put it back now, Your
Highness."
"You will not. You will get out of that dumpster and come with me."
‘Yes, Sire." You can’t disobey an order from royalty. I swung my pack over
my shoulder and climbed out of the trashcan. Kakarot began walking down the
filthy alley, his red cape flowing out behind his black spandex bodysuit and
gleaming white and gold boots. I followed several paces behind the Crown
Prince. Kakarot stopped and looked over his shoulder at my tattered form.
"What’s your name?" he inquired.
"Vegeta, Sire."
"Vegeta, come walk beside me."
My eyes widened an my feet froze to the red, dusty ground.
"Well, come on," the Prince beckoned, "Don’t act like a beaten
dog."
I broke my feet from the ground an took several heavy steps to stand abreast to
Prince Kakarot. We set off again, turning out of the alley into the crowded
market place. The populace split, allowing a path for the Prince and me to
pass. I was very uncomfortable under the stares of the merchants.
"Vegeta," the Prince
started, drawing my attention back to him. "Where do you live?"
"Uh . . . Sire, I’m kinda. . .
homeless."
"Homeless?" he repeated, like he didn’t understand the word. Not many
Saiyans are homeless.
"Yes, Your Highness. I sleep on park benches and the like."
"Well, that won’t do. That won’t do at all," the Prince said as we
exited the market and took a left. The street was now nearly deserted.
"Sire, may I ask you a question?"
"Of course, Vegeta."
"Well, where are we going, Sire?"
"To my palace."
"Oh no, Your Highness. I can’t. I’m so dirty. I wouldn’t want to soil your
domain."
"You are coming, Vegeta. You can get a bath, some food, and some sleep.
Some clothes, too."
"Your Highness is too generous. I’ve been living on my own for years. I’ll
be fine out here on the streets."
"No more argument, Vegeta. You are coming."
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Kakarot’s POV
As we neared my palace, I admired Vegeta’s beauty. He had dignity, even if he
was homeless and filthy. His flaming hair gleamed healthily and I began
wondering what it felt like to the touch. No doubt soft and velvety. I had a
sudden vision of Vegeta writhing beneath me in pleasure before I stopped
myself. I shook my head to clear it of those glorious, sweat-slicked images. I
had barely met Vegeta!
As we came upon the cherry wood palace doors, I opened one for Vegeta. He
looked at me and blushed like a schoolgirl. God, he was beautiful!
Once I coerced Vegeta inside, I led him to my wing of the palace and gave him
the room across from mine. As he went to take a shower at my suggestion, I
ordered up a black spandex bodysuit and some guard’s armour, though I hadn’t
needed a guard since I was 10.
I was laying out the clothes on Vegeta’s bed when he emerged in a cloud of
steam, hair heavy around his shoulders and a thick towel around his slim waist.
God, he had the most perfect body I had ever wanted to lay my hands on. He was
like fucking Adonis. As I stared at his bare chest, Vegeta turned red again.
"Oh. . . uh. . . I got you some clothes."
"Thanks," he replied, looking prettier as more blood rushed to his
face and neck.
I reluctantly turned and left the room, resisting the urge to jump him then and
there.
After Vegeta was dressed, (spandex, DROOL!) I gave his sexy ass a tour of the extensive
palace while interrogating him.
"So . . . How did you end up on the streets?"
"Well, Sire . . ."
"Please call me Kakarot."
"Well, Kakarot," Vegeta stopped as we entered the dining room.
"Wow! This place is beautiful!" He gazed at the golden chandeliers
and crystal plates.
"Answer the question," I ordered, less than polite.
"Oh. . . well, my mother died giving birth to me and my f-father died when
I was 13. I’ve lived on the streets since then."
"Well, now you can live with me."
"Oh, no, S- Kakarot. I’m ok on the streets. Your hospitality is too
much."
"You WILL stay here, Vegeta. Here you will get fed regularly." I
clapped my hands and two servants brought out huge platters and set them on the
table. I pulled out a chair for Vegeta like he was a woman. He turned prettily
pink.
~*~
Vegeta’s POV
‘Damn it, I hate it when I blush.’
Kakarot sat down across from me and began piling up his plate. I followed his
lead and began eating ravenously. The food was so good! I hadn’t eaten
non-stale food in years. I felt eyes on me mid-bite and looked up, fork hanging
in the air. Kakarot was watching me eat, his food untouched. His eyes quickly
darted to his food as they met mine. I turned back to my plate, eating much
more slowly.
‘God, he must think I’m a pig! I’m shovelling food into my face in front of the
Prince!’
After eating and completing the tour, it was nearly midnight. Kakarot suggested
bed and I agreed. As I turned to open my door, I looked back at Kakarot. He was
already looking at me, an odd grin painted on his face. I reddened again and
entered my room.
~*~
Kakarot’s POV
After I was sure Vegeta was asleep, I ordered up a muscular male slave and took
him into my bed. When I entered him, I imagined that his moan was Vegeta’s,
that the muscles under my fingers belonged to my new guard, that the hair I was
fisting in was upswept in gleaming black flames.
After I was finished taking my pleasure in the boy, I ordered him back to his
duties with a day off pass as a bribe to keep silent. Besides, if he did talk,
a terrible accident would befall him. Under my father’s rule, a prince just
couldn’t be homosexual. He would probably disown me.
My thoughts turned to Vegeta. I ran my hands over his steely muscles in my
mind. His skin was silky and smelled of lemon. I ran my fingers along his
scalp. His hair was sweet smelling and velvety. I rubbed my face in my pillow,
wishing it were that glorious hair.
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