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Passport to Paradise	By : gokugirl Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3591 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2

Traveling with Kakarotto was interesting, to say the
least. He was obviously very fascinated by the world around him, but his
training dictated that he not say anything about it. So every time he gasped
with delight or made a casual remark about something he had seen or heard, he
would apologize profusely for doing so.

"Kakarotto, you're entitled to an opinion, you know." Vegeta said
after the third day he caught the boy stifling himself.

"I... know." He said this as if he had just come to that realization.
"But usually masters don't care to hear a slave speak. We are little more
than animals who walk on two legs, after all."

"No!" The boy jumped and stared at him with wide eyes. The prince
softened his tone. "Don't say that about yourself again. You are still a
member of the Saiya-jin race and Saiya-jin are never animals. I want you to
repeat this to yourself every morning until you start to believe it."
Kakarotto looked as if he wanted to say something unflattering about his mental
stability, but held his tongue as usual. He simply nodded and returned to his
lunch of jerky, cheese, and bread.

Their resting place was beside a small river that flowed along a well-traveled
road to Fisher's Cove. Because the city was on the coast, the road ended with
it, but there were a few smaller settlements scattered between. The most notable
of them was Fira, a town renown for its spiced wine.

"Are you ready to move on?" the prince asked. He'd quickly learned
that Kakarotto never expressed any kind of want or need, that he would look to
his master for cues. It made him think about what else the boy had submitted to
and, being a slave, it would have been a lot. He loathed to think about the
boy's time in slavery.

"Only if you are, sir." He still couldn't bring himself to call the
newest man to purchase him by his first name.

"What have I told you about having your own opinion?"

"That I am allowed to have one."

"Then do you want to stay or do you want to go?"

Kakarotto examined his surroundings once more. The tree they sat beneath
provided more-than-adequate shade from the glaring sun he knew to be overhead.
The stream beside them provided clean water and its music was pleasant to the
ear. Beside him sat a man who had supposedly bought his freedom, a man who said
that they were equals. His stomach was full for the first time in years and he
didn't fear that his life would end if he took a breath at the wrong moment.
Kakarotto couldn't ask for anything better.

"I would very much like to stay, sir. If only for a little while
longer."

Vegeta caught his eyes and just barely stopped himself from smiling. "Then
we will stay."

Several times throughout the course of the afternoon Vegeta had felt restless.
He wasn't used to being idle. Even in the castle he'd trained and exercised
daily. Every time he felt as if he could take no more he looked over at
Kakarotto and took note of the soft smile on his face. For a slave, peaceful
moments such as these were probably few and far between.

When the afternoon started to drift off towards night, Vegeta finally called a
halt to their rest. It wasn't wise to remain on the roads after dark, he
explained, and Kakarotto wasn't able to defend himself.

The boy made the expression the prince had come to associate with the effort it
took to hold back his words. Vegeta waited patiently, hoping that he would speak
without being prompted this time. "I-I can fight, sir."

He stared at him. "Did I hear you correctly? You say that you can
fight?"

"Before I was captured, I had been trained in combat."

"You hardly look old enough to be a warrior, no matter how tall you
are." Even after a few days of traveling beside him, their dramatic height
difference was still a sore point for the prince.

Smiling at him, Kakarotto admitted, "I'm sixteen summers. The barbarians
came from the east when I was twelve."

Four years in bondage and he had survived. Maybe not entirely whole, but alive
nonetheless.

"Perhaps we can spar sometime," Vegeta said offhandedly. The wince his
suggestion caused was proof enough that they still had a long road ahead of
them.

***

When darkness fell things always became uncomfortable between them. It seemed
that Kakarotto expected his new master to come to him in the night, forcing him
to submit beneath him as previous masters had done. Vegeta had guessed this on
the very first night, but had yet to say anything about it. When the boy huddled
on the opposite side of the fire once more, the prince could ignore it no
longer.

"Come here, Kakarotto."

"Master..." the word was soft and it slipped out unbidden. Clearly he
thought he had something to fear.

When he was close enough, his blanket trailing from his shoulders like a strange
woolen cape, the prince lightly clasped his hand and pulled him onto his lap.
For a moment Kakarotto's body was like steel, rigid and unresponsive, but then
he slowly relaxed when Vegeta did nothing but hold him.

"I thought you needed this," he whispered, his breath tickling his
ear. "How long has it been since anyone held you?"

His voice broke on the first word. "T-too long, Master." He still did
not know what the prince desired from him.

"Listen to me well. I will never give you cause to be afraid of me. I have
the power to protect you and I will use that power to its fullest extent."

"You do? You will?"

Vegeta gently grasped his chin and tilted the boy's face up so that they were
able to make eye contact in the weak light of the nearby fire. "I am the
crown prince, Kakarotto."

He stared at him in wonder. Nothing he'd ever heard about the Saiya-jin royal
family could have prepared him for the reality. The prince was a very good man.
In the few days he'd been with him, Kakarotto had been treated better than he'd
ever had. That included the days Before when he had still been free and his
parents had still been filled with life. The sight of their lifeless, bloody
corpses lying amongst hundreds of others on the vast plain where his people had
gone to meet the attack would forever haunt him. And, to make matters worse, it
had happened because of him. If they had just given him up, none of them would
be dead.

His body shook as a sob tore at his chest. Alarmed, Vegeta peered at him through
the gloom in an attempt to discern what was wrong. "Am I hurting you
somehow?"

The boy shook his head then twisted around so that he could bury his face in
Vegeta's hair. Greatly surprised by this, he could only hold him tighter until
the tears ran their course. When he had seemingly cried himself out, the prince
tried to pull from him what had caused the sudden surge of sadness, but
Kakarotto's mouth remained shut tighter than a clam's shell and no amount of
probing could open it. Eventually he gave up with a silent promise to try again
another day.

That night Kakarotto slept close enough to touch. Either he was taking his vow
of protection as seriously as he'd meant it, or the crying had lowered his
defenses enough that he felt too vulnerable to sleep on the other side of the
fire alone. Whatever his reasons, Vegeta felt grateful that Kakarotto trusted
him not to molest him in his sleep. When they got around to that (if ever),
Vegeta wanted a fully awake and aware young man to be the recipient of any
fondling he decided to place upon his person.

The sun was already up when he awoke, which was highly unusual. For as long as
he could remember, he had been up before dawn. Kakarotto wasn't lying beside him
but his blanket was folded neatly in his place. The small pack he had carried
with him from Hillys was gone as well. Vegeta jumped to his feet with haste,
hoping that the signs were not true and the boy hadn't run off in the middle of
the night. The small glade they'd decided to make camp in was well away from the
road so that no passersby would be able to spot them without searching very
diligently, but not so far that they could get lost trying to find their way
back to the road.

Vegeta loathed to call out just in case there were predators nearby, and it
wasn't just the four-legged kind he was concerned about. Bandits were known to
prey upon travelers and although he hadn't heard word of any being in this area,
that didn't necessarily mean that they weren't around.

"Kakarotto," he called softly, then snorted at himself at the
absurdity of expecting the boy to hear him if he whispered. It was a futile
effort and was only proving to frustrate him. Deciding to use his senses instead
of wandering blindly through the forest, he stood very still and began to
examine the world around him. There was a soft rustle in a nearby bush as a
small animal passed through it. A bird -- a jay judging by the sound -- called
to its mate high above his head. And something splashed only twenty feet away
from him which could only mean that there was a body of water nearby that he
hadn't known about.

Something pulled him in that direction even as he cursed himself for not
scouting the area more thoroughly. A good adventurer was supposed to know where
major landmarks were. He knew that it wasn't very fair to be so hard on himself
(considering the fact that he'd never been in a forest before half a week ago),
but Vegeta had always held himself to impossibly high standards and wasn't going
to stop now.

As he drew close enough to the water, he began to hear sounds of humming. The
voice was a pleasant baritone that he'd become very familiar with. In a stream
that was barely the width of a wagon stood Kakarotto. He was completely naked,
which was quite easy to discern since the water only came up to mid-thigh, and
was bathing himself religiously. The idea of taking a bath didn't sound bad,
actually, but he had never bathed out-of-doors in a stream and wasn't going to
start now. He was a prince after all, and princes performed all hygienic duties
behind closed doors, comfortably ensconced in hot water that smelled
delightfully of herbs. Even though he would not be participating, there was
nothing against observing from afar. As long as he wasn't discovered, that is.

He watched as large hands maneuvered a small lump of crude soap over one very
nice thigh and began to beg Kakarotto softly to turn around and face him. From
this angle he could see his back and its map of scars and couldn't stop himself
from wondering just how many were there. By the look of things there had to be
close to hundred. His fists clenched and he made a mental note to find out just
who had done that to him so that he could give them a taste of their own
medicine.

Then Kakarotto turned and all thoughts of retribution flew right out of his
head.

He was perfect. Completely and utterly perfect. That thin line of hair led the
way to a cock so magnificent it seemed to have been taken from a statue. Of
course it was soft, but he could see incredible potential there.

Large, long-fingered hands encouraged the soap to lather. Kakarotto's free hand
glided across his chest, leaving behind a thin film of soap that glistened in
the sun. Was it only his imagination or did those fingers linger a bit longer
than was necessary on the two hardened nubs of light brown flesh that adorned
his smooth chest?

The wandering hand dipped lower, across the flat plane of his abdomen, to tangle
in the thick thatch of black pubic hair surrounding his member. Vegeta held his
breath in anticipation, hoping against hope that he would do more than just wash
himself, though the sight of slippery hands sliding over lightly bronzed flesh
was quite nice to behold as well. When the hand did not move and began actively
fondling, Vegeta thought he would pass out from the rush of blood from his brain
to his nether regions.

His exquisite cock lengthened and grew, becoming longer than his own in the end,
but not thicker. Now he hoped for Kakarotto to stand at more of an angle to him
so that he could have a better view of his self-service.

His own hand stole below the waistband of his pants to mimic the actions of the
boy -- no, young man -- as he raised himself to the heights of ecstasy.
There were so many things he had yet to be taught and the prince would gladly
give his right arm to be the one to teach him. The wild bucking of his hips
signaled that he was close, so close and, upon seeing the look of rapture on his
face, so was Vegeta. Kakarotto's mouth opened just as his cock began to erupt
like a volcano, a low moan emerging from deep within that effectively shoved
Vegeta over the precipice. The prince bit his lip 'til he drew blood to prevent
himself from adding his own cries of passion to the still morning air.

And the last thing he thought of before sneaking away as quietly as he'd come
was that allowing Kakarotto's offering to be carried off by the mindless current
had been such a waste.

***

Kakarotto breathed heavily after his climax, allowing himself to calm down
naturally. There was no mess to take care of so he instead kneeled in the water
to wash away the soap. He hoped that the prince had enjoyed his performance and,
judging by the look on his face, he most certainly had.

His warrior senses, still sharp even after so many years of not using them, had
alerted him to the presence of another person the moment Vegeta had reached the
bank. Majority of his body had been masked behind the shrubbery he'd kneeled
behind, but glimpses of pale skin and the black material of his tunic had shown
behind the green of the leaves. It had been a spontaneous decision to exhibit
himself, but they'd both gotten pleasure out of it so no harm had been done.
Vegeta had also further proved himself to the teen by not taking advantage of
his nude state and forcing him to become a receptacle for his lust.

Kakarotto returned to shore and dressed in a fresh set of clothes, wrapping the
soap in a linen cloth to keep it clean. As he pulled on his new boots, he
wondered if he should take the initiative and let Vegeta know that he liked him
as well. He wouldn't be able to just come out and say it, but there had to be
dozens, if not hundreds of other little ways that didn't require verbal
communication.

When he returned to camp, the prince had packed everything up and had set out a
small breakfast of berries and nuts they had collected a few days ago. It was
the last of it, actually, and more food would have to be purchased in the next
town. As they ate, Kakarotto noticed that the prince glanced at him several
times, an inscrutable expression on his face. It made him nervous not to know
what he was thinking and it showed as he gathered his bag.

"What's wrong?"

"N-nothing," he stuttered, not looking at him.

"Your behavior says otherwise."

Knowing that he would not be able to simply keep his mouth closed this time, he
tried to explain. "Have I somehow displeased you? I find it comforting when
I can see your mood on your face or in your eyes. When you're blank like this, I
become unsure."

Vegeta moved forward so that they were only a foot apart. "I'm sorry,"
he said quietly. "It's not something that I do consciously, but I will try
to change." He allowed some of the desire he felt every moment he was in
the teen's presence bleed into his eyes. "What do you see now?"

He swallowed reflexively. "The reflection of my heart." And then he
was closing the gap between them.

Their first kiss was gentle, as was the second, but the feel of Vegeta's hands
on his back clutching the material of his shirt stoked the fire the kiss had
ignited within his body. He dropped his bag to the ground and buried his own
hands in Vegeta's soft hair, sucking on his lips as if he wanted to devour his
soul.

The prince's tongue made an entrance, then, and they began to duel in the warm
cavern that was Vegeta's mouth. His hands slid down from his back to clutch at
his ass, pulling their bodies more tightly together so that each of them could
feel the evidence of the other's arousal. Kakarotto broke off the kiss to moan
aloud and Vegeta was able to come back to himself.

"We can't do this now," he said, his voice unsteady. Kakarotto blinked
glazed eyes at him. "It's not safe out here in the open," he further
explained. "It'll have to wait until we can find an inn with an unoccupied
room."

Taking a large step back, the teen struggled to regain control of himself. Of
course Vegeta was right. In broad daylight they would be easily seen by anyone
searching hard enough. If they became too caught up in their passion, they would
be dead before they knew it.

He couldn't help cupping his groin and adjusting himself in plain view of the
prince, making promises for when they could take the time to enjoy themselves.
"Whatever you say, Master." The resultant smirk from his purposeful
use of the title threatened to undo him entirely.
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