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A Prince Among Men	By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5216 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-A Prince Among Men
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- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-Echoes
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A Prince Among Men

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tab-stops:list .75in'>A.
No, DBZ isn�t mine. DBGT sure
the hell ain�t mine.

mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'>B.
Yes, this is technically an AU.
But all fanfiction is AU otherwise we would all be sitting around
reading different folks versions of the DBZ scripts.

C.
I firmly believe that all Saiyans are potty-mouthed, overly horny,
overly muscular men that get in fights, have tons of sex and eat all the time,
while cursing. I also believe that
Homosexuality is not bad, and write about it to satisfy my own sick little
mind. Thus: SEX. SAIYANS. SLASH.

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Vegeta
was a Prince. Thus he was subjected to
all the tiring annoying people that followed him around all the damn day
effusing on every aspect of his perfection.
His height, his hair, his power, his face, his name, his planet, his
father, his world, his heritage, his breeding, his shoes and one day there was
one such idiot that informed him that even the scar on his hand was
perfect. He had punched the idiot,
accidentally cracked his face, and was stripped of servants for one whole day.

Woo-hoo.

Maybe
he should beat the shit out of all of them and they would leave him the fuck
alone for once. But, then, he thought
with a snide (oh, your teeth are so perfect, my Prince) grin, Father would not
appreciate all their servants running in fear every time the oldest royal heir
walked around the palace. That would
not work. The servants were only
supposed to shiver and shake and fear the king. (Which they did, but Vegeta himself always thought that it was
more from the reaking stench of his father than the power he held.)

So
he had not beat up any of his servants.
They still followed him around and probably would have wiped his ass if
they thought for five seconds it would benefit them in anyway. Which it wouldn�t. He hated people that told him how perfect he was. He knew that he was the best and strongest
warrior in the whole planet. He knew that
he was the next heir to the fucking throne.
And, the ignorant bastards that followed him probably forgot, he knew
exactly what the planet had been saved of, because he had been there.

Freiza�fucking
midget icejin�and his dear old pappy, King Cold had both come and tried to kill
the Saiyans. Freiza had made his father
quiver in his smelly shoes and thusly Vegeta was handed off like a prized calf
when he was five years old. (It was
such a joy to be so very perfect and so very expendable.) As soon as the young Prince was out of
eyesight of the palace his father had run off with the nearest tramp and made
himself another Prince. (Must have been
a damn shock to the King when his first heir came back and announced that he
was going to be taking the throne one day.)

Oh,
Freiza loved him. Thought he was the
funniest little toy to toss around.
Thought he was so much fun, since he always fought back when the others
screamed out: �Oh, please, Freiza no!�
He didn�t care. Pain was what
you got before you got stronger. pan>pan>

Then,
the planet. Then Freiza�s annoying
screechy laughter as he announced he was going to be rid of the Saiyan planet
once and for all. King Cold came to see
the show�and that was a tall ass person�but they were both shocked right out of
their gourds when something freaking bright yellow burst up right in front of
their little eyes. (At this point
Vegeta had suspected that all icejins must be part woman at least, because no
self-respecting male would scream quite like they did.) Twsanesanely bright lights like fireflies,
right before them, spoke in a dark language he had never heard, and then from
within that light there came an even brighter one. That spread out, enveloped the whole of the ship, and he felt a
hand grab his. Looked at it, saw a ring
shaped scar. Tried to look at the face
of this thing that held him.

Felt
a tail, turned in the hand that held him, stared at it, because he was looking
at a Super Saiyan. (The first, last and
only time he had ever been truly afraid and awed in all of his life.) The light that held him was joined by
another one. Another hand took his, and
he had the unhappy feeling like he was being sucked straight out of reality and
being displaced.

When
he woke up, they were gone. There was
nothing but the scrap of black clothe in his hand that he had torn off the
second one. He had stood up, stared at
his room. Wondered just how the hell he
had ended up back at the palace and what the hell had happened to Freiza and
where the hell those two Super Saiyans had gone. But when he had gone before his father, and found that his dear
old Papi had a new baby, he was informed that Freiza had never threatened the
planet. That there was a malfunction
and he had been killed by electricity.

That
Vegeta should have died but he had been saved by some idiot named Bardock that
was a raving fucking loony because he thought that the planet was going to get
up blown too and had been trying to send his son to some speck of dust in a
distant galaxy. But Vegeta stood before
his father, stared at him, and knew the old man was terrified of him. Decided not to tell him that it had been someone
else that killed Freiza. Just agreed
with his father. Turned and left.

Didn�t
even ask his brother�s name. Didn�t
give a damn what it was called and privately hoped that the little bastard
choked on his mother�s milk and died.

But,
that was the past. Nearly twelve years
in the past. He was on the verge of
adulthood, and it was his decision what he did with his day. Just as long as this horde of sycophants
could follow him around he was free. He
was bored. Very bored. With this life, with the endless �my yes,
your Prince-ship is especially handsome today, did you gain some muscle? Grow some extra hair?� Bullshit.
Was sick of the women that lined up outside of his room for the chance
to throw themselves at him. Hated that
they all found their way into his bed.
Two or three at a time, so they could make each other moan and sweat and
he could watch them or not. They didn�t
fucking care as long as they got brownie points for it.

Father
told him that he could have anything he wished. Father was afraid of him.
Had tried to kill him three times since he got back from Freiza�s. Sent one person to smother him in his sleep�Vegeta
had killed that idiot�poisoned his food�fed that to his father�s dogs�and dropped
him off the royal boat into the royal ocean and waited to see if the royal
sharks would eat him. They hadn�t, but
it had been fun to kill them.

That
brat, Caradoc�beloved one that he was�got the lessons and the training and the
doting attention of their father because the King was determined that he would
kill his first born. So determined that
sometimes Vegeta wanted to rip his throat out and see what would happen. Tear out his heart and hold it up before the
crowd of astounded idiots.

He
wanted to be a Super Saiyan. Knew that
his power level was impressive, knew that he had surpassed his father,
surpassed even the elites. Knew that
nobody would fight him because they were shaking in their terrified little
boots that he might hurt them.
Wimps. Ingrates. Women.

Found
his way back to his room. Noticed that
once again, his dear crowd of annoying followers had abandoned him. Braced himself as he opened the door to his
room. Saw a flash of something, and
wondered just what the hell was going on�

~~~***

�Hey! Fuck up!� Saima picked up a rock and tossed
it at the sleeping back. Watched it hit
a impenetrable layer of power that always surrounded the idiot while he slept,
and curled her hands into fists, felt her tail unwrap from around her slim
waist and growled. Charged across the
tent, jumped and landed on him just as the idiot turned onto his back. ASSHOLE!
He caught her and laughed, flipped her so she was under him, and held her
there as she snapped and tried to bite him.
Brought her knee up to meet his brains, but his hand stopped her�he was
holding her down with one hand, asshole�and he just laughed at her again.

�This
isn�t the best way to wake me up,� he said.
Pushed one of his legs between hers and settled with his hips between
hers. Dropped his mouth down to suck on
the skin just above the collar of her uniform, where everyone would see
it. Sucked on her skin until she felt
it bruising, and then, kissed it and he laughed again as she realized she was
rubbing against him. Stopped her hips,
but her tail didn�t relent as it brushed against the hardness she felt pressing
into her hip.

Damn
him.

One
hand, he held her arms above her head with one hand while he pushed the other
one into her panteld eld her still with his dark eyes looking at her and she
panted for him�against her will�as he slid his finger against her, made her
hips cant and spasm with want. But she
wasn�t about to beg him for it. If he
wanted her than he needed to be the one to say so. Asshole.yes"> But good luck figuring it out.
*Has huge self-satisfied smirk. *

No
idea how long this one will be. Have
general idea of plot. But you know how
it goes with these two.

Gk�er Kakarot:
Hey! I don�t even have the right
name!

Vegeta:
Yeah, well, I have a little brother.

Krt: Yeah,
well, you suck!

Vegeta:
Whatever.

Krt: When do
you think Radditz is going to send you in to wake me up? *waggles eyebrows suggestively *

Vegeta: Oi.
Can you think of nothing but sex?

Krt: Is that a trick question?
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