House of Vegeta Chronicles

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HOUSE OF VEGETA CHRONICLES 11

Prince Vegeta no Ouji brooded in his personal chambers, thoughts in
disarray. He couldn't focus, couldn't concentrate. Off and on he
couldn't eat or sleep.

Prince Vegeta was in love.

He sat in consternation at his private desk. The object of his
affection confused and confounded him. He'd never been in love before.

_I've had offers and favors, but this is different...personal. No one
ever touched me like this before. But...why him? It's insane!_

"Father will kill me when this gets out."

_Krukka, he's only seventeen! Am I a lunatic? No elite can mate
rabble...it's doomed from the start!_

"But I still love him!" the prince keened miserably. He didn't know
what to do. In frustration he pounded the desk, tail frizzing wildly.

Vegeta Ou heard the ruckus as he sought out his son in the upper
chambers. Angrily he stormed to the source of the noise. Inside the
room the ouji yowled like a loon, mewling and growling at nothing.

"Vegeta!!"

The prince spun, startled. "Ah...father. I didn't sense you come in!"

A snort. "Apparently not. What is all this?!"

The shorter saiyan stood regally. "These are my private rooms,
father."

"Don't give me that! The guards laugh outside while you howl like an
idiot."

The proud face flushed. "I don't care about the guards. There was
something I needed to resolve in my mind."

"By shrieking like a _yaktaw?_ Talk! I want to know why you missed
the staff meeting."

"Ah...that was today?"

Dark eyes narrowed on his son. "Vegeta, I grow concerned. I've
noticed a change in you over the last few weeks, and others have made
mention of your erratic behavior."

The prince turned, looking out a window. "I'm fine." hands trembled
behind his back.

"No. I smell your season, Vegeta. Your control is strained."

"That isn't the only reason!" the ouji spun around, eyes taking on a
reddish tinge.

The Ou moved at him. "Tell me." his tone was even.

"I...he...I love him!!"

"What?"

Hysterical laugh. "I love him, father!! Don't you understand? And I'm
not supposed to!!"

The king placed hands on shaking shoulders. "Who, Vegeta? Anyone I've
met?"

"No. Yes. Maybe!!"

Vegeta cuffed his son on the head. "Focus and concentrate. I want a
sensible answer!!"

The prince dropped into a plush chair, heaving. "It all happened so
suddenly, father. Three months ago I was evaluating potentials for
the elite corps."

"I remember. There were several reports of unusual prospects,
especially among the lower class."

"My group contained a special recruit. He had a fire, an energy that
I couldn't explain. And his eyes...were so wild."

"He was attractive." the Ou surmised, proceeding cautiously. He
didn't like the glazed expression.

The ouji shook his head. "Far more than that, father. He was
beautiful, in a tender way-"

"What?" the Ou dropped next to his son. "Vegeta. How old is he?!"

The ouji cringed. "Seventeen."

Vegeta cursed a blue streak. "You're in love with a child?!!"

"It's not what you think! I thought him a curiosity because of his
power level."

The Ou calmed a little. "He's elite, then."

"His ki spikes like one, but officially he isn't rated that way."

"Mistakes have been made in evaluations before. In any case, you can
wait on him until he's older. Give me a description."

"He's built for size, but doesn't have the meat yet. Well muscled for
his age. His bones...he has excellent bones, father. His cheeks are
refined and high-"

"Vegeta, take a breath." the elder interrupted. "What about his tail?"

"It's so thick, like velvet."

"Coloring?"

"Blue like midnight water. His eyes-"

"Does this 'he' have a name?"

The ouji gulped. "I'd rather not say."

"Don't you trust me?"

"I know you, father. You'll find him out and cause trouble for his
family!"

"Why, if you have interest? Unless you have something to hide!"

"I hide nothing! I've already said more than I should have!" the ouji
bounded to his feet and started pacing.

The Ou watched in silence, gathering his thoughts. In truth, he
sometimes forgot how young the prince was himself. Vegeta's
sophistication and royal upbringing always made him seem older, but
he endured the same raging emotions and hormones of any saiyan in
early majority. The room fairly reeked of heavy scent.

"Vegeta, I want you to see Glerunn for a draught."

Heaving again. "My bones burn, father. I would run!!" snarling.

"Speak with one of the courtisans immediately!"

"I don't want a whore, or favors from a friend!!"

Vegeta grabbed his son by the scruff, the only being in existence who
could do so.

"What are you doing??"

The Ou pushed his son face down over an ottoman. "Take off your upper
armor."

"Why!"

"Just do it."

Grumbling, the ouji complied. The Ou turned him over again and
started massaging. Rippling muscle moved along the finely planed back.

"Hn" the King eased tension and kinks. His son began to relax.

"Kami, father...everything hurts."

"I know, chibi. I've been there...and I forget sometimes that you're
in early majority."

"Twenty three is no child!"

The Ou observed the bronzed back he massaged. His son was finely
muscled on his frame.

"Your build is reminiscent of my father, boy."

The ouji felt more at ease now. "I remember you mentioning that."

"Ai, your height is similar to his. I realize your adult status,
Vegeta. Have I treated you otherwise?"

A flush. "My apologies. Maybe...my season is making me rash in what I
say."

The king smiled gently. "No doubt. The one disadvantage to being
highly bred is temperament. We tend to be wired, even for our own
kind."

The ouji rolled over. "I've never been in love like this before. It's
all new to me."

"Vegeta, you can have anyone you want. What is it about this child
that has you so enraptured?"

Obsidian eyes sparked with fire. "His potential! He's raw, father.
But I tell you, once he grows and fills out...he'll be magnificent!"

Strong hands massaged princely shoulders. "Much like you, boy."

"Me? I'm already grown, what do you speak of?"

The Ou tilted his head, evaluating. "High breds mature the slowest,
physically."

"I don't follow you. Doesn't that apply only to children?"

"You reach adulthood before maturity. Your body is still growing."

The prince lifted a thick eyebrow. "Oh?"

"Your frame is set, and you have your full height. However, in two
years you won't be able to wear that armor."

Grinning, the ouji flexed his arms. "Do tell!"

"Here" the Ou tapped muscled shoulders. "And there" lower, at the
thighs. "You'll get even thicker in the upper body and legs. There's
the added benefit of increased power."

"Are you saying I'll be fat?" the prince teased.

"Silly!"

Grin. "Thanks for the massage. It really helped."

"I would know this mystery saiyan, Vegeta."

"All in good time, father. But an increase in power, you said? I'm
already super saiyan."

"When your body reaches its final size your true power will manifest."

The ouji laughed in jubliation, shaking his fists. "Stronger
still...excellent!!"

"Well enough. Take care of your needs, Vegeta. I'll see you in three
days."

The ouji carried his upper armor as he headed out. "Until then."

****

Vegeta Ou stood in silence, brooding. Silent footsteps came up behind
him.

"Nappa, Hurgokk. I have a charge for you."

Hurgokk glanced at where the ouji departed. "The youngling has your
hot blood, Ou."

"Ai, the madness of love and rut."

Nappa sighed. "We heard his confession...the boy's mad."

"He was too vague about his mystery lover. I would know more!"

Hurgokk nodded. "I know people in the records office, Ou. It should
be a simple matter to compare information with eye witnesses."

Nappa snuffed. "This must be stopped before it's started, Vegeta. The
results could be catastrophic otherwise. You know why!"

Hurgokk growled. "Ai, red moon is this week."

Vegeta Ou knew the implication. "There'll be no chibis in this
palace. Both of you, watch him. Let me know when he runs and who
with!"

Both generals bowed slightly before going out.

****

Later that evening a solitary figure crouched atop a huge stone
gargoyle. Soft moonlight sculpted the perfect form. One could say the
real demon was on top. Velvet dark fur shone like water against a
wildly shagged mane. Red eyes glanced over the jungles below.

Clipped howls and shrieks were heard in the distance. Without
preamble the figure sprung into the clear, thick tail lashing wildly
as he bounded into jungle below.

Glerunn shook his head in dismay from the safety of his tower. Tinted
glass absorbed the moonlight, granting him some respite. He knew many
castle secrets, and this was no different.

_Krukka, the generations change but the foolishness continues...the
boy looks like his grandsire Gedok transformed. Who is this secret
lover he runs with?_

Sharp eyes peered further across the horizon now. A huge moon hung in
the sky, a backdrop to the monstrous oozaru that thundered off. It
was joined by another.

_What?? Who??_

The huge were apes screamed into the night. Glerunn couldn't
determine the other, although by shape it appeared quite young.

_The fool!! He runs with a child?!_

The physician scratched, feeling his bones itch and burn. Dropping
his drink, he ran down the hallway. Further speculation would have to
wait this night.

He had some running to do.


THE END