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In ancient times	By : Vegetaswriter Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 6600 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 11
          I awoke with the most terrible headache I had ever had the pleasure to experience; my vision was hazy at best, memory spotty, however, I did awake with the deep sense of life perseveration and utter worry for my Pharaoh, I knew there was something terribly amiss, and it revolved around Vegeta. I fought the nausea, willing myself to see more clearly, to stand under my own strength.
          I heard Brolly speak to me, but his words fell upon deaf ears, I couldn’t concentrate on his speech, but I knew it was laced with mocking malice; what else would have it had been other than his cruel smugness; jealously had quite a nasty ability to become filled of hatful distain, making even the most level headed men and women turn wicked, entrance their minds into a puddle of evil doings.
          He held me captive in his private rooms, I knew this certainly, his arms of battle lined the walls, trophies of wars won placed elegantly on his mantle, pieces of Nubian jewellery, Persian gold medallions hung on hooks, he held them in high regard, as the Pharaoh bore his battle scars. I was tied to a simple chair, bound with rough ropes, and gagged with cotton material, placed in a dark corner of the room like a delinquent child. He sat not very far from me, his hair loose the locks downcast over his eyes, he was nervous, nervous and excited. I remember thinking to myself then, what was next, what was his grand plan, was I going to die that night?
          I remember the scent; the empowering scent of the vile liquid he used to muddle my mind still clung to my nostrils. I wanted to scream and shout at him, talk sense in his confused obsessive mind, yet the inability to speak then was overpowering, unsure even now, if it was whatever drug he used, or it be the encompassing fear of the unknown.
          I knew one thing was certain; Brolly had plans of sexual conquest. His room lighten by candle lights, only surrounding his bed, the sheets neatly placed, with pedals of white orchids tossed to the floor, and a platter of sweet succulent fruit ready to be dipped in a bowl of warm honey. He was an utter fool to believe he would woo my Pharaoh in any bedroom activities, Vegeta loved me, he wouldn’t debase himself to Brolly, especially while I was present.
          Brolly hung his head, and somehow, I knew he thought the same as I; his conquest is all in vain, Vegeta wouldn’t comply with his wishes. He lifted his head slowly, his eyes fixated to the large door, and if I wasn’t listening, I would have missed his quieted words. “He is coming…”
          The air surrounding us was heavy with anticipation and desperation, and oddly, I found myself once again pitying Brolly, I felt for the man, I really had, for once upon a time, not so long ago, it was I pining over Vegeta. My ears perked, the stomping going unmissed, yes, Brolly was correct, he was coming.
          I jumped in my forced seat when the door busted open, the proprieties long forgotten, the Pharaoh marched in with utter purpose, slamming the door shut behind him, making Brolly sit up straight from the sheer fury the Pharaoh displayed. I was shocked to see him dressed in full war gear, ready to fight, ready to do what he needed to do. His eyes flashed dangerously and Brolly gauged him. “Where the fuck is he Brolly? What in Ra’s name are you doing?” The Pharaoh’s voiced boomed, his eyes scanning the room in disgust, softening only once he saw me. I don’t know how else to describe the noise that Vegeta made other than a feral growl, giving me chills. He had begun to march up to me, unsheathing his sword, with every intention of releasing me from my binds, only to be halted by Brolly.
          “I wouldn’t do that Vegeta, not if you want him to live.” Brolly hadn’t sounded as evil as I pictured he would, instead, he sounded miserable; heart broken.
          Vegeta on the other hand, his voice portrayed exactly what he felt; furious. “What are you blabbering about?”
          Brolly sat back down on the bed, placed his palms to his cheeks, covering himself; I knew he was filled of shame. “Do you recall many years ago, when we were still just young, just on the cusp of manhood?” Brolly paused, taking in a gulp of air, willing himself to speak. “We were called to war before our time, our first war…It was the Persians, coming to take over. It was the biggest battle I had ever seen, to this very day, so many hurt, so many injured.” He lifted his shall away, his fingertip lining a scar under his bicep. “This was meant for you, this blade that caused this, was meant to kill you, the only Prince to the throne of Egypt.” I didn’t miss Vegeta’s tremble, I, unknowing to the meaning.
          “Yes, I remember, quite well.” I seen Vegeta’s eyes slid over to me briefly.
          “I became so ill; I didn’t think I make it through the night. It was then we knew the nature of my illness. I was poisoned. The blade was tainted, and if it wasn’t for your quick thinking, I would have died.” Brolly’s hand fell away from fingering the old wound.
          Vegeta stepped back, his head shook, his hands quivered. “You didn’t… Brolly, please… please by the gods Brolly… tell me you had not!” I could feel the panic in my Pharaoh, a sense of dread filled me, making my nausea worsen.
          “You must understand, I had no other choice.” I can see the bubbling of anger and hurt rise in Brolly, as he spoke each word with determination, his voice growing in volumes. “You gave me no other choice Vegeta. I’ve been with you since the very beginning, and I plan on being around until the very bitter end. We have done everything together Vegeta, since we were just small boys running around the palace. Yet, my affections for you went unnoticed, since the very moment it begun. It kills me to see you head over heels over a weakling priest. What is it he has that I do not?” It was a question that was never meant to be answered; a question Brolly did know the answer; love. The room was thick with desperation and tension, my Pharaoh was weighed down, with what I believe it to be, sorrow. “Don’t fret Vegeta, I have the cure.” Brolly lifted a vile filled of murky liquid. “I will only give it to him… if you do what I want and need of you.”
          Vegeta’s head snapped back to attention, his shoulders slumped. I could see panic laced with apprehension. Timidly, he lifted his hand to me, second guessing himself, wondering if he should make his way to me, or follow the extended palm of Brolly. Hesitantly he took one small step towards me, halting instantly when Brolly spoke. “No.” It was all that needed to be said to stop the Pharaoh’s actions. “His health depends solely on you Vegeta. But be forewarned, the smallest amount of insubordination, I will destroy the vile, along with it, the cure, and he will die.”
          Slowly Vegeta reached for his Khepresh, sliding it down from his head, allowing it to flutter to the ground below. He hung his head, I couldn’t believe what I witnessed that day, I had never seen Vegeta look so defeated, so drained, no fight in him whatsoever, and I longed to never witness it ever again. Where was my all powerful Pharaoh; stripped away piece by piece, all within that moment, bare from the objects of war, standing alone in the middle of the room, with nothing but a shred of cloth acting as his dignity.
          My mind screamed and whirled, and I begged for any to come and safe us from this predicament; just one holler from the Pharaoh would save him, I didn’t care that a outlandish poison surged in my veins, I would willingly die if it meant he would never perform for another’s pleasure and obsession. Tears stung my eyes, making the two bodies blurry as they slowly came together, heavy large hands held my Pharaoh’s shoulders, keeping him in place, and I, I was a unwilling witness to an atrocity.

(The Khepresh was an ancient Egyptian royal headdress. It is also known as the blue crown or war crown)
Okay I am burning out, writer’s burn out… do not worry this doesn’t mean I am stopping altogether, just take time to do updates. I have been working my ass off in life and writing, and a well deserve break is due. But as I said I am not stopping, just probably take several weeks before I update. On a different note, today is a day off, yet I am working still lol, but this was cute. I was baby-sitting a four year old, and he told me a joke that made me laugh. “Knock, knock.” “Whose there?” “The chicken that crossed the road and slapped itself.”
Reviews: Will be done next chapter :3
Till next time in a land far, far away V.W
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