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Escort~ Ca la vie*	By : Vegetaswriter Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1408 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or make a fucking penny from this.

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Okay warnings and disclaimers; bah! This is stupid but I do not want to be sued. Of course I do not own Dragon Ball, Dragon Ball Z, and please let us all forget about the atrocity called Dragon Ball GT! Also since it seems I have to mention this…. :S I do not repeat I DO NOT make money from this, fuck I wish I did… shit am I going to be slapped for saying that? Maybe… Any who!

This is a story far from what I usually write, and this isn’t going to be a chapter fic, two to three chapters’ tops. And yes before you start reading it, and instantly begin to flame, this is a very AU and strange fic, Vegeta is OOC, and all together a different reality, so no, “I don’t see that happening” well guess what jack it did! Because I made it happen Muahahahah! Oh and yeah Vegeta’s and Freiza’s relationship is strange in comparison, Freiza is the tyrant we all hate/love, and he did make Vegeta is little monkey Ah hemm, but in the end Vegeta accepts and likes the attention ohhhh..

You all were warned and warned time again. Not you’re thing? run away now and never return to the strange and deprived mind of V.W

Chapter 1

What more could someone of my particular and unconventional taste would want? I was far and in-between you see, not many others much like myself, and for that, I indulged and abused the ability. Ah you must be confused by now; unsure exactly what you have yourself in. Allow me to introduce myself, I am Vegeta, the formal crown Prince of a lost and powerful race, former concubine of the mighty Lord Freiza, and now the most sought after escort.

          Yes indeed, I, the prince was nothing more than a whore, whom you would have to spend a pretty dollar to be graced by my presents. Ah, it really isn’t such a bad thing. I make quite a hefty profit, and in all honesty; I enjoy it. Why wouldn’t I? Men and woman alike throw themselves before me, begging for nothing more than my company, a touch, a feel, a simple kiss. I have been showered and spoiled by jewels of gold, money, flowers, promises and confessions of undying love, the sweetest treats, and expensive clothing. I was a God in my own rite, the petty kneeling before me, worshipping me. What more could I truly ask for?

          You maybe wondering what ever happen to my power, well my physical strength was taken from me years ago, when I was nothing more than an innocent and naïve young man, taken under my master’s wing. In the very beginning I believe I would die with the shame, but with time, I healed, and within that time, I begun to love the sudden attention he showed me, the gifts he bestowed upon me, and the perks I would gain far above the more ‘senior’ concubines; they hated me for that, and being the brat I naturally was, I rubbed it in.

          My master was over turned by an unknown challenger, we were left in the dark of this ‘so called hero’. I didn’t know what to do with myself, many of my peers instantly ran off actively hunting for a new master, while I, on the other hand, moved aimlessly from system to system, searching, for what I’ll never know, maybe a new purpose, maybe the murderer of my master, or maybe my master himself. What I do know for certain, is that night, the true beginnings of my new found fame and fortune.

          Sitting in the bright luminescent bar, I drank away the last of the coins stolen from my old master. A man stumbled towards me, asking for a dance. Instantly I denied him, no other would compare to my murdered master, and that was a truth to me then. He begged, complimenting my beauty, acting the fool before his friends; all this, just for a dance. It wasn’t pity that made me agree, it was the sudden fist full of bills stuffed under my chin; money was always a great motivator. And did I ever dance; I think I made that poor fool cum in his very pants from my insistent grinding. Then the dance for a thick wade of bills began. I remained in the bar, taking their hard earned money and making the men or women feel graced by me; just by a simple dance.

          A simple thing started to morph into something far different as time went on, a simple dance by me, their god, wasn’t good enough. They wanted more, much like any worshipper, small things no longer counted. Only for me, if their wallet was big enough, the gifts gracious enough, I would answer their prayers. Long gone, the little innocent dances faded away, transforming into a passion filled and lustful demands.

          Nothing small, no I wouldn’t take a needy beggars money, never, if my eyes didn’t light up, then it was a waste of my time, men whom begged for my attention and pity were given the boot, quite literally. The enterprise I had gain in a year was bountiful, I could have bought the whole damn planet if I had wish, instead I continued on, becoming addicted to the power I held.

          My home is extravagant, and elegant, for more intricate, and held far more expensive décor, then what Freiza’s home had. Blue, it was all Royal blue; it was after-all my color, cushions, rugs, drapery, and lounges scattered across my floor, I always liked to give my guest’s options on where they wished to relax. I had a bar here, just a small one, quaint really, holding all the expensive and elegant wines and liquors. But there were two things of my home I utterly adored, my bedroom, and the balcony.

          My bedroom, held everything a whore would need, toys of all type of kinks and fetishes; I always liked to make my chosen customers happy, something Freiza instilled in me. My bed, grand and fluffy, filled with white fur throws, and thick pillows, a four poster bed; I made sure it was to my design, many men had quite a apatite in tying me up. I believe it was because of my being a Saiyan, not only just a Saiyan, but the Prince no less; it must have given them such a high, overpowering the Prince. Drapery, I had quite a hard-on for the stuff, my bed, doorways, and windows were all covered by the two layered royal blue drapes, I believe it is how they move when they catch a breeze, or maybe because it reminds me of home. The Royal house hallways were covered wall to wall of the stuff.



My balcony, it was a beautiful sight, and fun all in the same. The scenery presented to me was of the rolling hills of violet, the light purple sky, the rouge trees, and the dim orange sun; a strange contrast, and yet it was breathtaking all in the same. Fun as well since it had a connecting slide, reaching down to the depths of my pool, yeah, some things we have no choice to get, they just go so well together.

          And now here I am, lounging among the other whore’s of my profession; they are intimidated of me, and with that, I become all that much more smug, the fools hadn’t a chance against me, all eyes penetrated my clothes, undressing in me in a rough and savage manner. I will outdo the new flock of sluts with no manner of trying, for they are not as experienced, regal, or as exotic as myself; no men will pay much mind to the average plain looking whores, and so far, their eyes remain on me, begging me, praying they will be the ones picked, to grace me with their pretty coins and gifts.

          I made my strut to the bar, leaning forward, keeping my ‘assets’ out in the playing field, enticing. I ordered my drink, and not at all very surprised when someone threw the payment of my drink on the counter, and with a light smirk, I lidded my eyes. Business, it was all about the business, he flashed me his wallet, showing a good few hundred tucked neatly away, and funny enough my name elegantly written across it on a band; pity for him, my prices has been raised. A snort was his answer, and I pushed myself away, thankful he wasn’t a beggar. He would just search for the cheapest thing he could buy, maybe fifty marks, and begin to build his money, so he could afford me. I could say this with confidence, for it has happen many a time already. Men would come and gained my cold shoulder, and they would return in a month or so, enough to double the money and gain my favours. He would be no different.

          The night progressed fairly well, so far I’ve been given many gifts, and yet had paid for my own drink. I couldn’t help but to admire a diamond center piece, it was small, only large enough to hold a small object, such as a rose, or writing utensil, It would be a wonderful collection of the diamond doodads I already begun. I couldn’t help but to give a small light smile towards the giver, Tornackian, a bounty hunter, a damn good one at that to afford such gifts and myself included. He must have remembered my collection upon the stand from his last visit. I wouldn’t call him a ‘regular’ but I did, however, saw him on several occasions and well, he was a great lay; he wasn’t satisfied until I was rendered speechless. But I guess that’s the thing about bounty hunters, they always had to ensure they would be remembered where ever they roam, business or pleasure didn’t matter, nor existed to them. The memory of his kind of ‘love’ makes me shiver, the way his hips would slam forward, never giving me the chance to catch my breath, he would squeeze my hip and shoulder with such force, leaving his marks, ensuring the others will know he had me.

          He had left more than physical marks upon me, he left me with deep seated memories, and fond they were. The little whispers of undying need and love, the way he would shake above me through his climax, he would moan my name, singing it really, I was very fond of the Bounty hunter. I liked the way he moved, how he spoke, the way he kept his blaster strapped to his thigh, the only thing he did wear between the sheets with me, and I cannot lie, it was a big turn on, the danger, the lust, and the need. And that is why I must refuse him this night. It is becoming too much, and I am just a simple whore; I am not, and will never be ready for a new Master, no-one could ever fill the position that my master Freiza commanded and dominated.



          The night’s festivities had started to begin in earnest, the people pumped and thumped to the music, doing their best to entice the gentlemen callers, my bounty hunter keeping his distance, but his eyes raped me with each passing sweep, he would bare his teeth to those whom approached me, only to smirk when I declined them, he must of thought I was saving myself for him, when in truth the fools didn’t have the heavy amount of dollar I seek. A drink was handed to me by a hopeful young man, he gave me a gentle smile coaxing me to accept the drink, and in which I sniffed. Men that were far too eager and excited for me to drink always gave me pause, and I thank every deity for being a Saiyan, my sharp sense’s smelt the toxic drugs before the glass neared my mouth; the fool. To believe drugging me was his answer to taste and sample something as fine and unique as myself was appalling. I snarled at the young man, throwing the drink directly into his face, ready for a brawl, my blood sung with joy. The man stood tall, and in his shame he did his best to rebuild himself, but simply calling out a slut, rearing his hand back, readying himself to produce a powerful smack across my cheek; he was halted abruptly.

          A man I have never seen before grasped the others arms, he spoke of rights and wrongs, telling the boy to leave, and never to raise his hand to another. The boy spat in return, and with a great source of power the man sent the boy sailing, colliding against the crumbling wall. The bar patrons gapped and floundered by this new comer, my bounty hunter holding his blaster keeping a trained eye on the man, as I, well me being who I am was un-phased by the large man, I was leaning against the bar in a nonchalant, uncaring manner, smirking at this powerfully built man, he was handsome, and I couldn’t stop but to flirt.

          The blush gracing his cheeks made him all that much sweeter to me; he toed the floor, scratching his head, stuttering like a bashful boy. I wanted him, and I couldn’t help but to ask what his business was here, cheesy as it was, I did use that worn out line, ‘business or pleasure’. He blushed all that much more, and mention to his friend, informing me that they were in search for some one. I being the inquisitive type asked if they were in search for a bounty hunter, I guess I like to ensure my customer gaining more business, which meant more for me.

          “No, sorry we are looking for some one with utmost importance. We heard by word of mouth he was around here.”



I shrugged my shoulders, bored of the conversation. I wanted something different from this man, and it seemed he wasn’t interested, well not all entirely, his eyes told me he wanted to sample, but his wallet said no, no, no. Too bad, I was intrigued. It wasn’t very often I met humanoid men like myself, and I studied them harder, Brolly, I heard the name being uttered by the boyish male, and his name, Kakarot, familiar, and with a sneak peek, I knew why the names would be familiar, they were Saiyans.

          My back slammed against the wall, suddenly searching for any escape route, in which I wouldn’t be spotted, my tail curled tightly around my waist, and I started to lose my cool. I couldn’t allow any other of my race to see what I have become, I couldn’t let them know, they mustn’t see how the mighty have fallen, and by the god’s they must never know how much I enjoyed what I was doing.

          My bounty hunter Tornackian came to my rescue, well sort of. He blocked me from their possible prying eyes, acting like a shield. He came strutting to me like some untouchable godly being. He slapped his palms against the wall, each beside my head, trapping me, holding me, exciting me giving me a moment reprieve from my current circumstances. His lips drew near and whispered promises I wanted fulfilled, and the tempting allure of double or nothing. Ah, money talk; how he knew me.

          My eyes wandered over to the two Saiyans, and my curiosity got the best of me, I questioned Tornackian, asked if he knew anything of these two, and not all that surprising, he did. He told me of the talks, the chattering of the mindless people. He had told me these were the men whom took down a mad tyrant, rumour had it, and they sliced Freiza in pieces, blasted him into ash. They were in search for a man they never seen, a man they knew nothing about, only that he was their Prince, and would bring them all together.

          Oh the hate, it boiled, and exploded. Tornackian had to move aside to give me room to breath. They, Kakarot and Brolly were the ones! They were the ones whom ripped away my purpose, killed my mater, and now these fools dare look for me! I wanted their blood! I took a strong hold of Tornackian’s chin bringing him closer to my lips. “For you’re information you will be rewarded greatly. Tomorrow night I am to be yours, from dusk till dawn, all for the price of an hour.” Yes this pleased him, for he smiled with such profound joy, and it nearly eased my rage, and melted my icy heart. I gave him a sweeping kiss, and departed, leaving him behind to hold himself against the wall.

          I walked forward, nearly gilding across the floor, I walked in a way Freiza would always enjoy, and compliment me for being light and graceful on my feet; what else could any expect from me, I was a warrior and royalty. I walked towards them, each moment I roared inside to taste their blood, watch them bleed out, the jackal smile being my cover. I cooed to them both, sitting and stretching out on their table, speaking with such keen wit, and gave them the body language of a nymph in heat; I pictured my master sitting in hell watching me, applauding me for my great and inspiring acting, routing me on.

          My seduction of both men was bold, and thick, making them sweat and leer, exciting and tempting them with my tantalizing eyes and lips. I would move my hips to the music played, grinding and humping, touching and stroking their flawless youthful faces, and nearly begging with my eyes for them to take me, fuck me, use me, love me, and die underneath me.

          They were easily manipulated by my allure, nearly dragging me into their shared rooms, hungry kisses, and demanding touches, yes, enjoy yourselves now boys, for when you least expect it, I will extract my revenge upon you, for taking away something precious, my master…
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