A/U. OOC - very much
so. NC-17 – lemon m/f relationships, lime yaoi. If
you don’t like that sort of thing, don’t read it.



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Legend: Prologue

I’m Vejita-sei’s big dark secret.



From the moment I was born, my mother knew I would be dangerous —
to her, to myself, to the very political core of Vejita-sei. She hid my
birthright from me until I was eighteen-years-old, and rightly so. I am
royalty.



My name is Nashika. I’m the king’s love child, and I’m
a woman.



For twenty-one years, I’ve lived under a shadow of fear for who I
am, and that who I am would bring retaliation and death to my mother.
But now she’s dead anyway, a victim of disease, and it no longer
matters. I want what is mine. And no one can stand in my way – neither
the king, nor the prince nor his army. But the army is the best place
to start, and that’s why I went before the king’s general and
demanded to be admitted.



I will have to prove myself in battle, but because we are not currently
at war, a match has been set pitting me against one of their seasoned
warriors. So, I stand now in the arena with the king, the prince and his
general watching. I was surprised to see the royal house of Vejita attending,
but when I faced my opponent, it became clear.



He’s a fierce warrior, the best Vejita-sei has. As I face him now,
I’m struck by how handsome he is, the wild mane of black hair that
stands out in sharp relief against his smooth features. His eyes are on
fire as he studies me, and his tail twitches back and forth before he
wraps it around his waist. He feels it, too.



It has been said that he’s the prince’s lover, but that he’s
been seen in the company of women as well. I don’t allow myself the
luxury of speculating about his sexual appetite, though he is tempting
beyond comprehension. He’s perfectly and powerfully built, and perfectly
balanced, physically and mentally. He nods his head slightly in acknowledgement.




I salute Kakarotto in accordance with his rank and smile, wrapping my
own tail. The moment I’ve been waiting for all these years has finally
come.

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(Kakarotto)



My blood is boiling. Her scent is heady, intoxicating. Aggression marks
her every mentment; it’s etched in her face. She bares her cas
s
in a predatory smile that makes my own tail twitch even though it’s
wrapped around my waist. I’ve waited a long time for a worthy opponent
and this woman has much to prove. Her power is evident. My own exctiement
is growing.



I glance at the prince, knowing he senses the sexual tension, and he’s
not happy. No matter. He always takes me back.



I smbackback at her. The battle begins as she launches herself at me.



continued....