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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 14

There in the deathly silence of the tomb the torches light flickered upon his bronze skin, playing against the contours of his scarred and beautiful flesh. Words formed silently on his lips as he grasped for the right words to say, words that would shed light on this whole fissaco.

'I was not the only son.' What in the gods name did he mean, he wasn't the only one? Was Brolly a half-ling brother? His silence held me captive, ansty with a empowering need to know - what does he mean!

"Kakarot..." he all but whispers my name, a ghostly movement of air passing his parted lips, the slight tremble on said lips did not go unnoticed. He closes his eyes, and tilt his head to the lime facing of the tomb, a whoosh of air escapes his lungs; it must be all that much easier to pretend there is no audience to his words. With a clench of his fist he spoke, as if no one was here to listen. "My father is considered a great man, fair and just in his ruling, making right decisions for our great golden empire. I've never known a man or woman speak ill of him." A faint smile graced his lips, leaving me hanging bi-curiously onto his words, my breath caught in my throat as a stormy expression came upon him, and dark family secrets came forth.

"There were others before me, two elder brothers and a displaced sister." as if under a great weight, Vegeta slumped onto the sand, his back braced against the cold stone. "I am unable to give you their names, we hadn't deserve them then, however, we named each other. The eldest brother, we called him Tonaukun, then there was the middle boy Caunk, our sister was Amerse." I looked down to my feet, I knew those names, the names of the Royal pet cat was Tonaukun, the loyal dog was Canuk, and Vegeta's royal steed was Amerse.

"And what did they call you Vegeta?" His eyes lightened up with mirth, a small sad smile tugged his lips.

"They called me after the God Seth, because they said I was a troublemaker like the god. In which I was, always getting into things I should not, making a nuisance of myself like any small boy would. It was always Amerse whom pulled me back in line, always acting like our mother." Vegeta's eyes closed, hiding the tale tell signs of tears. "It was only when we were deem proper by age did we learn our fate. We didn't know our mothers, nor our father. We were told that one of us boys was destined for greatness, the day I turned five was the day we discovered who we were. We were the children of Pharaoh, Amerse was taken away, and never seen since. We were ushered into a room void of anything but a chair and men standing guard. There in the mists of it all was father, sitting as he was known for doing, eying us, seeing which one fit the part... I remember being scared, very scared, and if Anubis came out from the underworld to take me, I thought of it as a paradise at the time. A man come to us, and we all each was given a sword." I felt it, the oppressing feel of dread; I knew what he was going to say next, but I begged it to be wrong. "Only one will rule, only one was destined for greatness, and if we failed to comply we all lost." Vegeta's head lifted, staring into the ceiling. "The need to survive over-rides all other thoughts, it takes you wholly, just mere boys whom never held a blade before became master swordsmen, dodging and ducking, striking and blocking a form that none of us knew yet perfected when certain death was upon us. Father wanted the best, a survivor, a killer, to one day rule all of Egypt, and he gave us all the conditions to be that for him, but only I was left standing above my brothers. I didn't cry... To father, I held great valor, and might, inside, I died with my brothers..." He tilted his head to me, with an stony expression. "You wonder where Brolly ties into this all... Brolly was there, he was a prize to the winner, a witness to an immoral slaughter of two innocent boys. He was meant to be a soul guardian, the best comrade to the winner, sealed together by the bond of death and secrets. He became a brother, a friend, and shoulder to cry upon as a boy. He knew my secret, he held witness to my 'birth', the name my siblings gave me replaced by the family name Vegeta. It was Brolly whom held me up when I could not walk with the deaths of my brothers upon my shoulders, it was Brolly whom stopped me from leaping into a pit on my first battlefield, he was the one who kept convincing me to live for my brothers." Vegeta's voice rose as he spoke each sentence, adding conviction with each word spoken. "Brolly was the only one whom hated my father as much as I, he was the one to get drunk out of joy that the old bastard finally died with me! and now... he is gone. Another brother I killed..." His head sunk into his bended knees, his arms wrapped around himself. I was at a lost, my beloved held so much pain, so many secrets, and the only one whom he shared them with was gone; but he was no longer alone.

"You have me..." There was nothing else needed to say, it would only ruin it, instead I unhooked Vegeta's arms and held him tightly against me, feeling his body shake a quiver from anger and pain. I didn't let him go, even as the light flickered and faded I held him close, nothing else mattered in this entire existence than the beautifully hurt man against me.

How long we remain in the tomb was irrelevant, the forced opening was my doing, and something I'll never regret, Vegeta needed this, he needed support- a man in great power can be as lonely as his followers - he was never alone physically, men and women flocked around him like vultures looking for scraps, however the truth was a entire different matter altogether. The image of my mighty Pharaoh standing in a sea of people looking lost and lonely made me weep. He'll never be alone, I'll always be there, in the darkest of days to the brightest... I'll always be there.

Once we gathered ourselves, we stood above the place where Brolly's body layed, and said our goodbyes, as I thanked him for keeping the Pharaoh strong, I left my hate for the man behind, and left that place with a feeling of awe and respect for the late commander, and if I were in his shoes, perhaps I would have done the same...

Allow me to skip through time, several years from then, when Prince Trunks was a young boy and no longer the neglected baby. He looked much like his mother Bulma, but the boy was his father; the name Seth came to mind many times as the boy grew. He was into everything he shouldn't be, even tampering with my temple. How many times have I came to Vegeta exasperated by his son's antics in my temple, switching offerings, writing his name on the statue of Amun-Ra, taking Anubis staff and juggling it on Ma'at's head, the boy will be the death of me, and I prayed that I kept my cool until he was finally school age, then thank the gods the boy would be too busy with studies to rummage through the temple. Vegeta would always give me the same answer each day 'just two more years Kaka' hold on till then love'; yeah two more years, if I don't loose my mind and dangle his hellion spawn of a son over a building by then.

Other than the hell raiser son of the Pharaoh, life was getting on well, wars have tampered down, my Son Gohan was slowly becoming a very young man, already sprouted in the double digits of age. He looks more like me as the time passes, but I worry for him. Chichi pushes studies upon him, and he begun loosing interest in the temple. I fear one day he would leave this all behind him, leaving me with no offspring to take up the temple once I'm gone, Vegeta however had came to a solution to the manner, have another child. To hear him say such things hurt, but he was right. We are unable to be together in public, sneaking around the palace like young lovers, only to return to my wife and he to his chambers. Ah yes, my Pharaoh sleeps alone, Bulma has yet returned to his room and refuses him stay in hers, she has yet forgiven him, and in all honesty, that was fine by me.

His advice was easy to give, but hard to swallow, on both accounts, as my wife announced she was with child again Vegeta growled under his breath, yet smiled and congratulated her. Me on the other hand, I got punished, but, in the best way possible.

He called me to his rooms, growling and rambling on and on about laying with my wife, cussed and grunted, lashing out more so at himself then me. A wicked grin came over him, and he tested my loyalties. By the sun god himself, he tested it the best way possible. Commanding me to lavish his thick cock and whisper sweet undying devotion as I gurgled his cock, his balls resting peacefully against my chin. His teeth nearly tore my shoulder, as he took me from behind, each glorious pound forward he asked who I belong to, and I answered 'yours, yours, yours, yours' with each slam of his powerful hips against my backside. My muscles squeezed him with each beautiful dirty slide out, and loosen to give him all the room to thrust back in, making my hips creak with every crash forward, by the gods I loved him, and everything he could do to my body, sodomize me from the inside out, I was his wholly, always more than willing to kneel before his greatness, to accommodate his cock inside my body. One would think after years of experiencing this high, I would wonder what it was like to be inside of him, to have his power surround me, and yes, I had thought of it, on many occasions, fine, nearly every damn moment he bent over in front of me, or when his thighs would flex, or when he gave me that coy 'I'm going to fuck you deaf and dumb' look.

Very well, I thought of it all the damn time. Only once had I the courage to try, and it ended with me having a bloody nose and a very bad temperament. Needlessly said our night ended on an abrupt and dissatisfying night. I wondered why he wouldn't be the taker, since he nearly sodomized me nightly, and I think back to all those years ago, when he was crowned Pharaoh, was it just a lucid fantasy? Or was there more to it? I know I am the only man he's ever been in a romantic entanglement with, and it left me with more questions than answers, how was he so willing to shove my cock in his ass, and now he nearly broken my nose at the attempt... and he wouldn't be Vegeta if he didn't talk about it, no getting that stubborn man to speak is like pulling teeth. The only thing he ever said about that night was 'I'm sorry, and I love you' no explanations whatsoever about the attempted penetration, or any reasoning as to why he nearly flipped out at the idea. Once again he leaves me up to my own explanation. My only thought is well, he is in power, and not willing to give it up on any form.

Not to say that the Pharaoh isn't a good roller in the hay, no on the contrary, he is actually quite amazing, and I do not see it becoming plain in the future, since he is actually quite perverted; in a good way. Since these are memories, and my story, I'll give you a taste of his perverted side...

Late in the evening, I stood before the statues of the great gods, gathering the offerings of the day off the temples alter. The sound of the great wooden doors closed didn't bother me, since my wife was known on several occasions to lock up for me, only this time the sound of another locking door to my common rooms and bedchamber caught my attention. Turning I saw a hooded person, dressed in common rags, wobbling their way before the alter, it is usual to see the poor folk here, since my temple has been moved into the palace. The hooded figure in rags crumbled to my feet before the alter, shaky hands reaching out for my robes. I gently laid a hand on his hidden head. "Tell me lost soul, what is it you seek from the gods?"

The voice was raspy and tired, worn and used. "I've come for salvation Priest."

The man must be an elder, maybe even an old solider from war looking for redemption. "What do you bring as an offering?"

I felt the body shake minutely underneath my palm, something I've seen countless times, grown men cry before the gods begging for their souls. The man slowly raised his head, his face hidden in shadows, his hand slithered up my thigh, and like a snake striking he took a strong gentle hold of my privates. "Wha... Stop, let go commoner!"

A strong hand grasped my hips as the other worked my unresponsive member, the laugh taking a more youthful playfulness, the head tilting fully back so the hood could slide off, and I was greeted by a playful Pharaoh. "What if my offering is you priest?"

It took a moment for my brain to process what he had said and when it fully kicked in, with the help of his flexing fingers on my rising cock, I resisted in full. "Ohhh, Ohhh no, no no. Vegeta, no, we can't!"

His smile grew, "Ohhh, ohh, I think we can." He wet his lips with his sinful tongue, "Come on Kaka, surely you won't deny me my offering to Amun-Ra."

"Blasphemy... Vegeta, no... we are in the temple of the gods!"

He smiled his wicked smile as he continue to work my aching cock, leaning in closer, his hands doing things to my clothing that was going unnoticed, because his words took all of my brain power to comprehend. "We are already condemned men Priest, let us lay in the blasphemy we've started years ago." and before I could process his words, those lips were touching the leaking tip of my manhood, a glimmer of red peek out to taste the glistening substance, he moaned at the taste, the vibrations against his lips worked through my cock, and I felt boneless. How is he always seem to have this effect on me.

His eyes twinkled up at me, the dark shade of black surrounding his eyes made it all the more erotic. those dark promising eyes had me leaning against the alter for support as his lips stretched over the head of my cock, slowly sucking me into the recesses of his warm moist mouth, teasing me slowly; the years of practice had done him good, he became quite a skilled cock sucker. His hand came and cupped my sac, juggling it in his palm and pulled on the skin, taking more of me inside as he done so. He pulled away with an obscene pop, his gaze intensified, "Take off the robes priest." I didn't need further instructions. The robes went flying somewhere in the temple, and I was lead to lay on the alter, looking like a sacrifice, sprawled against the stone. While my Pharaoh stayed in his commoners robe, hovering above me. My heart raced as he took a firm hold of my hips and hauled me closer to him, my legs dangling off the stone, and he went merrily back into lavishing my hard throbbing cock with his mouth, it was like a re-birthing, the statue of Amun-Ra staring down at us smugly, the slurping sounds echoing off the walls, and the thought of my wife never came to mind. Instead I was living in the moment, enjoying this sinful experience with my fellow condemned soul.

He pulled away from me, my cock sliding slowly away, the chill of the air frigid in comparison. His eyes glazed over with searing passion as he held me captive. "Pray priest, pray to the gods, pray them to watch and receive a love so pure, passion so hot, beg for me, call my name, and tell them, they are worthless in comparison to I."

My body shuddered, my mind ran white hot at his dark sinful words... "You perverted bastard..." I all but gasped, earning a chuckle from my dark lover, and a slap on my thigh, which only burned my passion higher.

"Do it priest." He reared up, unclasping the robe that covered him, slipping it slowly from his shoulders, and I almost lost all abilities to breath at what he wore underneath. All but thick brown leather straps covered his shoulder and waist, holders for swords and daggers, but nothing in them, no blades whatsoever, just leather straps... and by the gods themselves, there were two straps running down his pelvis, onto his crotch and wrapped around his thigh. He looked glorious, sexy, and dangerous... I couldn't stop myself, I raised up, trying to capture his lips in a kiss, only to be roughly pushed back down, my back and shoulders colliding roughly against the stone alter. " .priest...pray" He leaned down, taking my nipple into his mouth, and bitten down, sure enough to leave a ring of teeth around it, that may turn into a bruise later on.

He hooked my thighs, pulling my hips up to settle in his own, his hard cock resting innocently against my backside, slowly pushing in and out, only teasing my entrance. "Come now, priest, surely you won't make me beg you?" He added another push at his words, only adding more pressure.

With a shout of anticipation and frustration, I arched my neck and surrendered to him, begging and praying to the gods whom surrounded us, wailed when he quickly lathered his cock with oil and slammed home inside me; it pulsed against my walls, making me cry out, the pain, the sweetest of all things, it solidified out love every time, I knew it was real, the pain was a blessing, it was a wonderful blessing, I was alive and the Pharaoh loved me, and I him. With every thrust I called a name of a god, any deity that came to mind, even repeated several which made my pharaoh chuckle above me, every soul shattering pound forward left me a withering mess- pray Kaka pray- and I prayed, and I moaned, and I shouted over the groans of passion.

See us, hear us, enjoy us... Vegeta is my god, he is my everything, and I hear him whispering back to me, his breath hot against my skin, his sweat slicked chest rubbing against my own, he repeated the words, Kakarot is my god, he is my everything... I couldn't hold back any longer, and with a hoarse shout I came between us, my cock flexing maddeningly, the pleasure white hot in my mind, and the feel of his pulsating meat inside me urged me on to continue to spill my desire between us.

Vegeta shook above me, his muscles tight, and with a low grunt he filled me, the rush of heat inside me was perfect, it was always perfect because that's where his cum belonged, inside me... He took a deep breath and released it slowly, my ever silent lover. His noes touches mine, and he laid a gentle sweet kiss upon my lips, the first one we shared all night. "I wish you can sleep within my bed... one day love, I will wake up to you in my arms. I promise."

With more shared kisses and declarations of love he left me to tend to the clean up as he made his way back to his wing of the palace, and one day I'll hold him to that promise, because there is nothing more I want, than to see the sun raise lightening up his beautiful face...

Yay another update, sorry for the mistakes guys, I am using the notepad program on my laptop, which btw has no spell check or grammer check... yay.

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Till next time in a land far far away V.W
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