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Moon's Blessing	By : KahlanN Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1118 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2

�What the hell are you talking about, father?�

Vegeta-ou sighed, trying not to rub his aching head with one hand. �If you will kindly lower your voice, Vegeta-ouji. I said that Frieza-sama and I have made a deal. You shall conduct the rest of your royal training as his guest. You will be on his ship, you will do as he says, and you will come back when he has deemed you ready. There is to be no discussion.�

Vegeta-ouji opened his mouth to do just that, and snapped it shut as the sound of the double doors leading into the audience hall opening and then closing echoed through the room. He grimaced at the high-pitched voice that greeted the two Saiyans.

�Ah, my two favorite monkeys! I assume the Prince has been told of his stay with me and agrees?�

It was hardly a question, since that was the only thing Vegeta-ouji could be in here for. Stopping himself from rolling his eyes as the Ice-jin approached his left side and watched him, Vegeta-ouji turned to Frieza, bowing sharply. �Of course, my Lord.�

As he came back up, he saw the Ice-jin frowning at the ambiguous answer and had to fight a smirk. Maybe this wouldn�t be so bad after all. He turned back on his heel, bowing to his father deeper and for a bit longer than he had to Frieza, a deliberate slight to the Ice-jin. �If you will excuse me, my king.�

He turned to leave only to be stopped by the lizard�s voice. �I think I want to close the deal. I want to spend all the time I can with my new little Prince. Perhaps you could come join me now, hm?�

Vegeta turned slowly to the hated voice that slithered through the silence of the hall. His face was carefully schooled, an impassive expression etched there. He had to accept; there was no choice.

�My Lord Frieza.� The tyrant�s attention was taken from the young Prince by the King�s voice. �I�m afraid that Prince Vegeta still has some duties to tend to. There is the matter of the after-moon inspection. He must make sure no...exceptional Saiyans are allowed to slip through the cracks, as it were. I�m sure he would be more than honored to join you afterwards though. Perhaps to dine with you?�

Vegeta-ouji waited patiently, trying not to flinch as red eyes pinned him where he stood. �I suppose I can�t keep the Prince from his Princely duties on his last day on his planet. It won�t hurt. And you�ll tell me if you find any exceptional cases, won�t you, Prince?�

Vegeta-ouji nodded sharply, flicking his eyes to the King, who did not return his look. With nothing more said, he started out, pushing the doors out of his way in much the same way he had entered, minus the doors slamming into the walls.

He grunted slightly as he felt his bodyguard take up position behind him. He didn�t need a bodyguard, not here and not with his power. It certainly wasn�t as if Nappa could actually stop Frieza if he wanted to kill Vegeta. He shot a glance at the bald Saiyan behind him that made the other hunch his shoulders and quicken his stride.

Snorting, he turned away. �We�re going into the suburbs. Prepare the way for me. Inspection.�

�But, my Lord, the inspection was performed before the moo��

As Vegeta whirled on the protested Saiyan, the other balked under the hefty glare sent his way. �Damn it, Nappa, stop questioning me and do as I say! NOW!�

With the last a roar that almost the shook the hallway they were standing in, Nappa quickly bowed and scurried away. Vegeta wouldn�t have been surprised to see his tail between his legs.

Putting a hand to his head, Vegeta carefully massaged his brow. �I�m surrounded by idiots.�

�So it seems.�

Vegeta whirled again, this time his growl died in his throat at who...or what stood behind him. He stared at the other openly, noting the pale blue skin and dark green hair. Almond-shaped eyes the color of bloodstones seemed even further slanted as the creature tilted his head to one side. �You won�t have quite that problem on Lord Frieza�s ship. Idiots die quickly there.�

Vegeta-ouji raised a brow, placing his arms over his chest. Whatever this womanly-looking creature was, he wasn�t impressed. �And you are?�

The creature raised a shapely green brow. �Forgive me, Prince Vegeta. I am Zarbon, Lord Frieza�s Lieutenant.�

Vegeta-ouji smirked, raking his eyes up and down the taller Zarbon. �So? What the hell does that matter to me?�

Zarbon�s tilted head straightened and his forehead creased. �It matters to you because I�ll be the one handing you your assignments. All of Lord Frieza�s orders come to you through me. Therefore, all your inquiries or requests for Lord Frieza go through me first.�

Vegeta turned his head slightly, a sneer plastered on his face. �So you�re his bitch?�

The air woofed out of Vegeta with an explosive concussion as he was slammed into the wall by an arm pressed into his windpipe. Cold, golden eyes flickered over his face as the voice, never changing timbre, hissed in his ear. �You are being warned, Prince Vegeta. Do not cross me. I do not fuck around.�

The pale blue face leaned back as Vegeta was let go to slide down to the floor, gasping for air. He waited until the other stood, glaring murderously up at him, before continuing. �Besides, Lord Frieza treats his bitches rather nicely. As I�m sure you�ll find out.�

The alien turned his back on the Saiyan, walking off. All of Vegeta�s muscles tensed. He could attack him. The fool had turned his back on him...that in itself was an insult and challenge.

�Vegeta-ouji?�

Vegeta turned to the voice behind him, wondering just how much of that Nappa had seen. By the look on his face, the bodyguard was smart enough to keep silent about whatever had been seen.

Growling under his breath, Vegeta stalked past the other Saiyan, Nappa falling into place behind him. �Everything is ready?�

�Yes, my Prince. The first quarter is ready for your inspection. Divisions twenty-one through sixty-six are showing equal promise this year. Quarter two won�t be prepared in time. They said division eighteen was expecting a son in just a week.�

Vegeta walked on as Nappa continued to drone quarters and divisions at him, never realizing that Vegeta�s mind was only half on what was being said. The other half was still in the hallway.

*�� *�� *

Vegeta ground his teeth together, the sound audible to the gathered Saiyans. All sixty-four of the Saiyans were in a line facing the Prince, standing still and impassively as their liege walked from one end to the other, seemingly taking forever to �just look them over.�

�My Prince, Lord Frieza waits��

�I know that! Will you shut the fuck up and let me work?�

As Nappa again fell silent, brows creased at the inane amount of time his Prince spent staring at each Saiyan, Vegeta continued his �inspection.� The more time he wasted, the later he had to go to the lizard. Unfortunately, there were still hours left till the lizard dined and this was the last quarter he had to inspect...and Vegeta was sure the Ice-jin would be more than pleased to see him as soon as he finished.

He passed over the group again, noting that they were becoming increasingly uneasy with each passing moment. There was the one with the bandana again, the one with the long hair next to him, the one with the hair that went everywhere, and on and on down the line....

As the Prince moved past him, the one with the long hair again stole a look at the tanned one beside him, his tail carefully uncurling from his waist and slithering up a thigh. He absolutely loved the way Turles�s armor exposed almost all of his flesh.

Turles jerked his leg instinctively away from the touch, trying not to snarl at the pushy Saiyan. Radditz hadn�t given up even after being eluded during the full moon. Most of the time his advances were ignored, but lately they were crossing lines that Turles was much too afraid he couldn�t make clear to the other Saiyan.

Again the tail trailed up his leg, flicking away before he could do more than again jerk his leg angrily. Radditz seemed to find Turles�s helplessness even more amusing...because he continued to do it.

Vegeta-ouji returned from the one end of the line and began back the other way, sharp eyes not missing a detail in anything. His mind was elsewhere as he scanned each Saiyan, still in that hallway, reliving those parting words, feeling that strength pressing him into the wall.

There were things stronger than him beyond Vegeta-sei. He was about to go beyond Vegeta-sei. And��Besides, Lord Frieza treats his bitches rather nicely. As I�m sure you�ll find out.�

Snarling, he watched as the Saiyan before him flinched, practically cowering where he stood. Sneering, he moved onto the next, staring into pitch black eyes and making his displeasure known. This Saiyan did not flinch. In fact, he glared right back.

Vegeta walked on, glad to know some of his kind had a backbone. Long-haired Saiyan, Saiyan with bandana�

�STOP IT!�

Vegeta whirled, stalking back to the Saiyan who was too busy glaring at the Saiyan beside him to notice his Prince pouncing on his deviance.

Turles�s head snapped back to the front, instantly cringing at the pair of blazing onyxes glaring back at him. �What the hell do you think you�re doing?�

What worried Turles most wasn�t the Prince�s anger. It was the fact that the Prince�s anger was being showed so...calmly. He wasn�t even yelling, but with the way his teeth were clamped together, Turles was sure they�d break. �Forgive me, my Prince, I��

�Everyone is dismissed!� Turles flinched...as that was a shout. He did not move, which proved to be a wise choice as he was gripped by the collar of his uniform and lowered right into the Prince�s face �Except for you.�

Vegeta was quite satisfied that he wasn�t making a scene in front of his people. In fact, he was so satisfied he was going to kick this Saiyan�s ass for disobeying his command not to move or speak.

�Nappa, take your men and go home. I�ll be along shortly.� The words �after I deal with him� were clear to Turles�s mind. In fact, Nappa, for once, didn�t even protest as he gathered the few men he had procured and lifted off, heading back to the castle. Everyone else had already left, minding their own business when it came to an irate Prince and someone who had pissed him off.

Releasing Turles, Vegeta gave him a once-over before lifting from the ground. �Follow me.� Without a backward glance he took off, Turles sighed twice, once worriedly and then again in anger before following his Prince. How he wished he could pay Radditz back for this mess.

*�� *�� *

Vegeta landed in a clearing surrounded by lush jungle. He liked this part of the Quarters. It was humid, warm, actually comforting in how thick the air was. He turned around, arms crossed over his armor, watching as the other Saiyan landed before him. He growled lowly and tightened his tail around his waist. �Explain yourself!�

The other blinked at him, standing straighter. His mouth opened, closed, and then opened again. �I lost control, my lord.�

Vegeta raised a brow. He�d had many disobey him while in line, but this was the first time he�d heard this particular excuse. �Lost control?�

The other Saiyan nodded sharply, standing still as Vegeta moved closer to him. �Yes, sire. Another Saiyan was...teasing me and I...couldn�t take it any more. So I yelled out.�

Circling him closely, Vegeta eyed the man up and down. Third-class, of course. Practically everyone in this quarter was a third-class. The armor was a newer style, with the shoulder and groin protectors. His skin was...swarthy instead of tanned. It was the skin of a worker. �How hard do you train, third-class?�

Turles blinked. How hard did he�? �Two hours a day, sire.�

He heard a snort from behind him. �I train six hours and the average first class trains four. No wonder you commoners are so much weaker.�

�We also have to do other jobs, sire. First classes are not obligated to do such things.�

Vegeta came around to Turles�s front, raising an eyebrow at him. �Is that your excuse? Do you think nobles and royalty have it so much easier?�

Turles knew he was very suddenly on dangerous ground. �No, my lord. I simply meant that the nobles and royalty, such as yourself, include training in your duties. We commoners do not have such leisure.�

There was a moment of silence, in which Turles had to remind himself to breath, and then Vegeta grinned, a huge grin before turning and walking away.

He stopped three feet from the other and turned back toward him. �You have a quick tongue, and a quicker mind. I like that. Now, let�s see how quick your body is.�

He had launched forward quite before Turles could ready himself, and he felt his head snap back as the royal elbow connected with it. He instinctively put a hand down as he fell to the ground, pushing on it suddenly and rolling himself to the side just as a knee connected soundly with where he had been.

He turned around, crouched with one hand on the ground, only to tilt himself as far over as he could, a roundhouse clipping the air above his head. Turles absently noted that the Prince�s face was�blank. There was nothing there. Oh, the same scowl as always was plastered across his face, but the eyes�weren�t really looking at him.

Vegeta was not in the here and now. Instead he was back in that hallway. The opponent was not a Saiyan, but the sneeringly cold, blue face of Frieza�s lieutenant. He set his foot down, smoothly twisting on the balls of his feet and squaring his waist at the other as his fist smashed into the dirt, sending up a cloud of dust and scattering chunks of earth everywhere.

His eyes snapped up as the other backpedaled, moving as far away from him as quickly as possible. He smirked, a chilling and indirect grin, and pushed off from the ground with both hands. He was coming right at Turles, hands positioned slightly behind his body and filling with ki.

Turles�s eyes widened, and he jumped up, flying backwards and watching his Prince come at him still with enough ki gathered to kill him. He didn�t think he�d pissed him off this much, but damn it, he wasn�t going to just stand here and die.

As Vegeta closed on the Saiyan and threw the blast, Turles let out a curse and moved as fast and far to the side as he could, throwing a hastily made ki blast at the larger one to shove it the opposite way.

He�d barely taken a breath before the Prince was on him again, lunging forward to land a punch to his stomach that had him doubled over. Turles gasped out his breath as it was forced from him and jerked backwards, just in time to avoid the two gloved hands that grasped for his head.

He chucked a small ki blast at the Prince and soared straight down, knowing the energy wouldn�t even touch the other. He leveled out on the ground and turned, just in time to swoop over and above Vegeta, who had been right behind him.

Vegeta had one chance to look up with a raised brow before two laced fists hammered down into his back, making him collide with the ground with an �oomph.�

There was no force behind the blow, but it still made Vegeta rethink his strategy, and remember that this was a Saiyan he fought�and not Zarbon.

He used both of his hands to push up and away from the ground, twisting in the air to meet Turles�s shocked look with a smirk. He caught the punch aimed to his back and twisted the arm, pulling Turles in the very direction he had been going and planting him into the ground with a solid �smack.�

Well, at least the Prince was fighting him and not some...other opponent. That blank look had been� He rolled to the side only to come up short as he bumped into a leg that was�

�attached to a smirking prince who had straddled him and was holding a ki blast point blank at his face.

Turles could feel the sweat trickling off his face as the moment lengthened, the heat from the blast competing against the heat that wafted from the very ground he lay on. Finally Vegeta spoke, though the ki blast did not lower. �If you�d had any strength behind that hit you would�ve gotten me. As it is, nice technique. Care for round two?�

Turles blinked. The Prince had made it no secret that he thought Turles below his level. And he hadn�t even lasted five minutes with the Prince so he was proven correct. �Round two?�

Vegeta scowled before his eyes darted toward the steadily setting sun. He wanted to make this last as long as possible. At least until the third-class was incapable of fighting any longer. Sure, it wouldn�t last long that way.... Either that or Vegeta would have to show a remarkable amount of restraint, which even he knew he wasn�t good at.

He turned back to stare at the other a moment, noting the craned neck and blinking eyes. He was still laid out on the ground and Vegeta carefully moved from atop him. �Yes, round two. I know you third class are weak physically, but I wouldn�t recommend making me question your intellect as well.�

Turles blinked one last time before a scowl covered his own face. He rose slowly from the ground, dusting off his bare legs and scowling deeper at the mud streaking them now. He did not direct his look at the Prince. �I may be many things, my Prince, but stupid is not one of them.�

Vegeta�s smirk suddenly lit his face. Ah, there was a sore point. He remembered some of the taunts given to third-classes. Perhaps he could lengthen this fight. �Ah, of course, I forgot myself. You third-class pride yourself in your knowledge of two plus two equaling four, do you not?�

Turles�s head snapped up and two black eyes seemed to glisten as his brow furrowed in confusion. His mouth hung open slightly.

Vegeta kept the smirk plastered on his face as he scoffed. �How long did it take the entire third-class community deliberating to figure that one out?�

Straightening slightly, Turles allowed his eyes to narrow, though breathing through his nose did help his sudden rise in temper. �Community?�

�Isn�t that how you figure out the complicated things like arithmetic? I mean everyone knows that all the third-class brains put together barely equal one second-class intellect.�

Turles snarled lowly and Vegeta chuckled, throwing his hip out and cocking a brow with royal attitude. �Isn�t that your mating call?�

Roaring with rage, Turles�s ki exploded around him as he shot forward, one fist leading while the other pulled back and flooded with ki.

Vegeta couldn�t help his smirk of delight as he flew backwards, still facing the enraged Saiyan. He laughed as the ki-filled fist launched toward him and overcompensated, as the ki didn�t leave the fist, but stayed right there. The other fist arched around as he twisted in the air, the smirk faltering slightly as he watched it.

It was going to actually connect. Interesting....

His hands caught and wrapped around the offending appendage even as it hit solidly against his stomach, forcing a grunt from his lips as he strained and ducked under, pulling his arm, and subsequently Turles�s, over his own shoulder.

Turles�s eyes widened as he sailed over Vegeta�s head, and he yelped as he hit the ground on his back with a solid thud.

He blinked at the sky in shock before the sound of chuckling made him raise his head slightly. Vegeta was smirking at him and standing there, rubbing thoughtfully at his stomach. �You hit me.�

�Um...yes?�

Vegeta laughed again and then approached the other, dropping to one knee and suddenly lifting Turles up by his collar. He could feel the other�s sudden panic. �I�m going to knock you unconscious now.�

Blinking at his prince now, Turles let that process for a moment before asking the obvious question. �Huh?�

Vegeta sighed and almost pinched the bridge of his nose. �You hit me, therefore I must retaliate.� Vegeta cocked his fist back.

Both of Turles�s hands came up, palms facing Vegeta. �Wait!�

Vegeta�s brow furrowed. �And here I was thinking how astounding it was that you hadn�t begged.�

�No!� He paused. �I�my lord, I have a request.�

Vegeta paused, leaning back in surprise which he did not hide from his face. �A request? You think to ask something of me when you�ve already disobeyed me?�

Turles ignored the question, plowing ahead recklessly. �My lord, while I�m unconscious...don�t let Radditz, the long-haired Saiyajin, get a hold of me.�

Vegeta blinked, lowering his arm slightly. �What? Why?�

�M-my lord....� Vegeta watched as the face of the Saiyan next to him turned red. �I�he...wants to...take me.�

�Take�ah.� It became clear then. The looks and the yelling and the reason for disobedience as Turles and Radditz had stood side by side in line. Vegeta smirked. �I might think about it.�

His fist descended, cracking against bone, and Turles�s head snapped to the side at contact, senseless even as Vegeta stood and brushed off his pants. He frowned down at his soiled self and then smirked. Changing clothes and washing up would be more time wasted.

He stared down at the unconscious Saiyan. How very useful he had been.

Sighing, he leaned down and picked up the other, heaving him over his shoulder and taking off into the sky.

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