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Awakening	By : AnNiE4 Category: Dragon Ball Z > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1878 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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�Awakening�
Chapter 2

'Sire"

"What is it?" Vegeta spat, he turned around obviously annoyed about the interruption.

"Your father the King has asked for your presence in his office."

The prince raised a brow. "Does he? Fine, I'll be there. Now go!" He waved his hand at the servant dismissing him immediately.

"Certainly sire." The young boy hurried from his lord and back out the door.

Vegeta turned back to the calming view in front of him. His favourite place in the palace, his bedroom balcony with the endless countryside stretching out as far as the eye could see, it was calling, beckoning him to escape and be free, away from the palace with its endless politics, away from his father and the frustrated feeling of being trapped with the weight of his father's demands.

He sighed and turned sharply towards the door ready to meet whatever his father might throw at him, though he would much prefer to daydream about the boy he saw on the night of the party a little over a month ago now, a half-breed and tailless at that. That was something that was still frowned upon, especially when it concerns the king. The Saiyanjin prince hadn't been able to shake the thought of the striking young cadet, not since the first glimpse of the kid's angelic appearance and that god damn smooth creamy skin of his. Everything about the kid he found mystifying, heightening his interesting in the boy.

Every waking moment Vegeta had found himself haunted by the boy's engaging appearance. There was something about the kid that struck him as incredibly alluring, very beautiful even though he had tried to dismiss these unwanted feelings for the half-breed. But he couldn't escape the entertaining thoughts entering his head.

The prince was again contemplating seeking the boy out again. The half-breed that had crept into his dreams in the dead of the night where his nameless face called him, beckoning him in a way no other had in his lifetime. This matter needed to be rectified and fast. He knew with one taste, one delicious taste of the boy he could erase him from his memory, from his mind once and for all.

He needed to get over this fascination, attraction, this residing feeling inside of him and move on leaving the place that threatened to trap him and engulf him against a life he found no attraction for. He felt the desperate need to escape before he was chained down in a 'loveless bond' with a mate of his father's choosing. This was a bond he had no desire or interest in the creation of. No commitment was his motto.

One taste of that supple creamy milk skin and he knew he could move on and wash away the unsettling and unfamiliar feelings which now stirred inside him. Not to mention the familiar burning itch that was set alight in his groin that first night, lust - pure and simple animal attraction. It was that simple, well so he thought ...

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Both Al and Gohan dragged their heavy exhausted selves in from their day's training. Every muscle in their body ached from head to toe. "I'm dying. My legs are about to drop off."

"I think mine have." Al whimpered, collapsing onto his bed with a bounce.

Gohan followed suit on his own bed across from his friends. Collapsing back with his arm draped over his tired eyes. "Do you think that guy's got it in for us?"

"Who, Nappa? You can bet every aching muscle he does." Al grumbled eyes closed too sore to move.

"I'm hungry, but I don't think I'll be able to make it to the cafeteria." Gohan whimpered.

"Pity we can't dial up for room service."

"Yeah, that would be great. I'll have three of everything please."

Al chuckled "Me too."

They both lay quietly until a thought came to Gohan. He lifted his arm and turned his head to see his friend. "What do you make of Miss Grump?" A name they had started to call the half-breed girl, Videl.

Al sighed and looked over at his friend. "I really don't know why you even bother with her."

"I can't explain it, but I really do think it is just a front she puts up to protect herself you know?"

Al raised a sceptic brow. "What? Being an ass? Well you could have fooled me. I recon she was born that way. It's her nature if you ask me."

Gohan shook his head. "No. I've got the feeling that she is lonely."

"Pfft! Pleeeease don't start this again. You've tried everything to be nice to that bitch, and she has thrown it back in your face every time. Don't you know when to give up?"

"No. Well not until she actually says she doesn't want to be friends with us." Gohan sighed before turning back to look up at the ceiling again.

"I give up! I'm going to drag my sorry self to the shower. I stink!" Al stood up looking every bit drained as he felt. He looked over at his friend lying opposite him. "Are you coming?"

"Huh? Oh yeah, in a minute. You go. I'll catch up withya in a tick."

"Okay. But don't be too long or there will be no hot water left." Al said, dragging his tired legs over to the closet and grabbing a few things before heading out the door.

Gohan laid back on his bed thinking over the day, and the girl he'd been trying to befriend since he found out she was like him; a mixed blood. He really wanted to be friends with her, but she kept knocking back his friendship. He hated to think she was alone. She seems to have alienated herself from everyone. He knew that Al thought she was a waste of time. But he knew a bit of how she must feel; being different on a planet that prides its self on their heritage and culture, and that included their damn tails. The pride of Saiyans warriors alike was what united them as a race. Too bad if you don't have one, or lost it, you're instantly degraded in class and marked as a nobody.

This was something he was finding out though some of the other cadets that he had come in contact with, mostly the guys on his floor, were friendly enough. It would take time, well so Gohan hoped to turn the others to at least talk to him. There were still a few notables the 'in' crowd that kept their backs to him making him feel like an outsider, unwelcome.

This hurt more than most knew. This was the one thing that pushed him on was to prove to himself, and others alike, that he meant business, to top his class. He wanted to be a great warrior, one his father and grandfather will be proud of.

The thought of another like him out there that needed an understanding ear or a shoulder to lean on was just too heartbreaking for the young demi Saiyan. If only he could get close enough to her that she could trust him.

'If only it was that simple.' He thought.

With a sigh, his thoughts soon travelled back to the night of the party at the palace and the strange feeling it left him that someone had been watching over him. He felt like he was someone's prime piece of meat. He shivered as the eerie feeling travelled up his spine and giving him goose bumps though, no matter how hard he tried or how tired he was, he couldn't push it out of his mind. Al and he had talked about it over and over again at great lengths and in detail since that night. Al seemed keen to dismiss it as a spark of their creative imagination. As for the guards' behaviour, Al would quickly shrug his shoulders. 'Who knows, and who really cares. Let's just be glad we didn't get into trouble'.

Gohan was finding it impossible. Who or what could have got the guard so afraid? He knew they could have ended up in a lot of trouble that night, not having their passes. With a heavy sigh he pushed himself off the bed and went to grab his stuff for a long needed shower, hot and steamy to relax his tired muscles.

"I hope there still some hot water left."

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"I don't CARE I will not mate with--with THAT!" The prince spat. The king's fist clenched as did his jaw. He had had enough of his son's outbursts ever since he had told the prince of his plans for him to mate with one of the high ranking family's daughter, one that will suffice his high expectations for what the next queen of Vegeta-sei should be like.

"You will do as I command!"

"The HELL I will!"

"ENOUGH!! It's no longer your decision. I have waited years Vegeta! I have given you plenty of time to find your own, but you have left it too late. And now I'm going to take this matter into my own hands. I'm getting too old to bare another son to carry the line. One fatal accident out there, on one of your suicide missions, and your dead, and so is our line. I will NOT have that!

"Father-"

"NO! Now leave, and when Carlene arrives, you will show her the respect I command of you!"

His father's command was still ringing in his ears. How dare his father put this on him. The prince had already made up his mind. He would not like this-this self-righteous bitch or her self-important family. Within minutes he found himself storming out of the palace and down through the gates and into the quiet of the evening. All the anger inside of him was brewing, stirred into a thunderstorm. "How dare him!" He sneered through clenched teeth.

"How dare he DO this to ME!"

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"Look Al �I don't wanna." came a whimper not too far away.

"Come on Gohan. It's what we need."

"I thought we needed sleep?"

"No. We can do that anytime. Come on it will be fun."

"Fine just stop dragging me, willya. You know, for a little guy you sure are full of energy."

"Yeah, that's what my folks say."

Vegeta moved back into the shadows. He watched the two young cadets, dressed in casual wear, emerged from the front gates of the academy. He noticed the taller boy wearing clothing of fabrics and a style unfamiliar to him.

Gohan was dressed in his favourite faded jeans with a grey hooded pullover. Al was dressed like most the teenagers here on Vegeta-sei, but in extra small spandex pants, muscle-bound undershirt covered by a maroon loose V neck short sleeved top that showed a bit of his muscle shirt. Not hiding his tail from view as it was wrapped securely around his waist something like a belt, a statement of pride.

"It still gets me as to how long it took you to squeeze into them." Gohan snickered from behind his enthusiastic friend.

"Hey! You don't know what you're missing. Like I said don't knock what you haven't tried." Al grinned as he winked at his friend. "Besides it makes me feel a whole lot sexier."

"Out to get laid, huh?" Gohan chuckled.

Al wiggled his eyebrows seductively. "And you're not?"

Gohan laughed shaking his head. "Al, I swear, that's all you think about sometimes. You know I'm not looking for a relationship just yet." He said catching up to his friend as they continued their pace.

Al shook his head. "Too much work and not enough fun. It can't be too good for you bro."

Gohan buried his hands deep in his pockets and smirked enjoying his friend�s company even if Al did drag him away from his bed. "Anyhow, who said anything about a relationship? You don't have to go steady or anything. It's just fun, a one night stand."

"Not for me. I could never do a one night stand with a girl. It wouldn't be right. It would be using her."

"Hey, who said it has to be a girl." Al said a little annoyed. Gohan frowned. "Look at my parents for example."

Gohan looked with a distant thought as his eyes scanned the dark semi abandoned street in front of him. "I don't know about that, it just seems wrong."

"Why? Because back where you came from it was wrong? You had others telling you who to fall in love with?" Al snapped. Gohan hung his head preferring not to say anything. He knew they would just end up having a fight over it. They were both raised on two totally different worlds. "Look I'm sorry. I took it personally." Al sighed, "Like you were having a go at my parents or something." He shrugged his shoulders with his head hung low.

Gohan glanced Al�s way, feeling bad about what he said. He put an arm over Al's shoulder and gave it gentle squeeze. "I'm sorry Al. I guess we were just raised completely differently, and it's going to take some time for me to get accustomed to this new way of thinking." Gohan sighed. "I didn't mean anything by it. I like your parents. I really do. I can tell they real love you. It's just where I came from it was frowned upon and I know for a fact my mother would disapprove of a relationship between two guys."

"You don't get along with her at all do you?" Al asked.

"Ah, no I don't. Not anymore anyhow. We usually end up fighting." Gohan said more to himself. Al looked back down at his feet. He knew Gohan's relationship with his mother was strained. He had never met the woman personally but he thought that was a good thing. He knew he wouldn't like her. He had met Gohan's father and grandfather a few times when they dropped by to check on how he was doing. They seemed really cool to him, and close, just like he was to his dads. Al noticed how quiet Gohan was and thought he had better snap him out of his thoughts.

"Hey, it's our night off. We should be enjoying ourselves." Gohan snorted with a sidewards glance, giving him a tight squeeze.

"So it is." He smirked.

Al smiled and they continued down the road playfully taunting each other like a couple of teenage boys, enjoying the freedom away from any adult supervision.

Both boys didn't realise that they were being followed. Hidden in the shadows further back was their prince. They continued ribbing each other until they came to the tavern that was now overflowing with older warriors, as well the cadets out looking for some fun.

Once inside the old tavern, Gohan and Al grabbed themselves a drink and squeezed through the loud crowd. They were followed by curious stares and whispers which they did their best to ignore. They eventually found their way to a table that recently had become vacant. Gohan looked around wearily. He still didn't like the looks he was receiving from time to time. They were looks of disgust mainly, from others that didn't even know him and had just simply decided there and then that they didn't like him for being a half-breed, of mix-blood.

"Forget them. They're not worth it bro." Al said leaning over the table. Gohan turned his sights back to his friend and shrugged his shoulders.

"I know. It's just well ... They don't even know me, and yet they have already judged me. It�s like I'm not worth the air I breathe."

"Yeah well ... They are all bunch of CROCKS!" Al spat, glaring at one in particular asshole looking their way that caught his eyes.

Vegeta's brow rose suddenly as he seated himself down. The vile look he was receiving from the smaller cadet, Al was one he had never had before. No one has ever dared to give him a disproving glare such as that before, not in his entire life. He felt a rise of anger, mixed with confusion, swell inside him. Why was this boy glaring at him? What had he done? Doesn't the boy know who he is? Of course not, he scolded himself. It had seemed the flimsy disguise he wore over his powerful form, a long dark hooded cloak he had confiscated from some drunk was enough to not have others suspect that a powerful being sat among them.

The cloak hid his features well enough for what he was after. Vegeta wanted to get as close to Gohan as he could, but he didn't understand why. Why did this boy have such a hold over him? He also didn't want the boy to know who he was. Well not yet, or maybe never. Why was this boy so important to him? He couldn't comprehend it. Why not just take the boy and be done with it, like he had done with so many others in his past. He was the powerful Saiyan prince after all. No one would dare oppose him, they wouldn't have had the nerve. Vegeta couldn't understand his reasoning only the need to follow them.

Al turned back to try and cheer his friend up. After all that's why he dragged Gohan out tonight. To get away from all the flack Gohan was copping for not having a tail from some of the cadets and officers at the academy. Al didn't like seeing his friend down like this.

"Hey cheer up. You're spoiling the night. We're here to celebrate."

Gohan looked curiously up at him with lopsided grin. "Celebrate what?"

"Nappa, not killing us yet." Al held up his full glass.

" Yet �being the operative word." Gohan chuckled as he held his glass up too.

Vegeta watched the two converse with growing interest, his own glass in hand touched his lips. With a flick of the wrist the cheap tainted alcoholic quickly burned his throat immediately spraying the foul taste across the table and inadvertently hitting a large warrior across from him in the back. The large guy was at the time laughing joking around with his equally large buddies gathered around a table.

"What the FUCK?!" They sprung to their feet and rounded on Vegeta with fire in their eyes.

The prince continued to wipe the sour taste from his lips, spitting the rest from his mouth completely disregarding with the outburst from the warrior in front of him. "What the HELL do you call THAT? I didn't pay for some cheap WINE!" He bellowed, his anger getting the better of him.

"Hey YOU!" The huge guy spat, irate that he was being ignored. The tavern was deadly quiet as all eyes watched with a mix of primal curiosity and excitement. "I was talking to you asshole!!"

Vegeta's dark eyes shifted up from wiping his pant leg. They were piercing and as cold as black ice. It sent a chill through the room. Gohan and Al, both glued to see the outcome, able to see the confrontation from where that sat.

"Is that so?" Vegeta asked with his composure set in stone.

"Yeah jerk!" The large guy spat taking a challenging step towards him. Raising a single eyebrow, Vegeta's eyes grew darker. In one swift movement the big guy found himself sprawled out on the floor on his back with the prince's hand clamped tightly around his neck. His face twisted started to turn blue as Vegeta leaned down ever so calmly and whispered something to him. Whatever it was that he said had immediate affected on the big guy. His eyes grew wider with each word uttered to him before bulging in alarm.

"You understand me?" Vegeta asked him calmly, his eyes fixed firmly on the guy's frightened orbs and drilling his message home.

The guy's face was slowly turning purple now. He managed a weak nod 'yes' to the prince's threats. Then, just as quickly as it began, Vegeta released his painful hold around the frighten guy's throat before standing tall, well as tall he could. Shoulders arched back ready, eyes narrowed, vigilant and fixed on the big guy's comrades who suddenly turned their sights elsewhere, not daring to take on the challenge from the stranger.

Gohan and Al tuned to each other, brows raised, and eyes wide in awe. Their attention quickly turned back to the brawl, if that�s what you could call it. Gohan was surprised to see the stranger staring directly at him. The boy felt a chill run up his spine as goose bumps began to crawl over his skin, but he couldn't look away. There was something in those eyes, something that was almost haunting, but oddly fascinating to him as well. He was finding himself drawn to them and he didn't understand why?

He watched as the stranger gave him one last soul searching look before turning back towards the door and disappearing into the night. He was gone.

They watched as the other guys went to help their friend. "Get off me!" The guy snapped as he tore away from their help before storming humiliated and fearful through the door with his friends in tow.

"WOW!!" Al gushed. "Did you see that guy? That was totally HOT!"

"Yeah, I guess. It was kinda hot the way he dropped that big guy down like that. I didn't even see it happen." Gohan said amazed at the strength and speed of the guy. Not realising the word he used to describe what he had just seen. Al must be rubbing off on him or maybe not.

"And what's with that look he gave you?" Al commented leaning closer to his friend trying to talk over the raised voices around them. Others were also talking about what taken place just a few minutes ago.

"You sure he was looking at me? It could have been you." Though deep down he didn't believe that for one second.

"Nah! He was definitely looking at you. I wonder what that was all about?"

"I don't know, but it was weird." Gohan said frowning thinking back and reflecting on how it left him feeling.

"I wouldn't worry about it. It's not likely we will ever bump into him again."

"Well not if we keep coming here we won�t." Gohan smirked but his curious eyes found themselves returning back, once again, to the closed door.

"Yeah, that's true. Come on bro don't let this spoil our night." Al said. Leaning over and touching his friend lightly on his forearm to get his attention.

"Huh? Oh yeah� I won't."

Outside Vegeta stormed back towards the palace. He was furious that he was spotted by the boy. He was pissed off that his night of observing him had been interrupted by the jackass that he fought not to kill or seriously maim there in front of everyone on the tavern floor, in front of the boy. Why did he care? Why did it worry him so what the boy might think of him? He didn't know, and it was driving him crazy. He had to get to the bottom of this matter and stamp it out, before it got out of hand. He needed to get back to his life the way it used to be, simple and uncaring.

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"Al, are you awake?" Gohan whispered from under the warm covers looking at his friend's small form lying in the bed across the room with his back to him. Unable to sleep, he found himself going over the events of the night. He just couldn't shake that stranger from his mind. Who was he? And why did he look at him so? So many questions, and so few answers. He had been tossing and turning for the best part of the night trying to get to sleep. "Al?"

"Whatya want? It's late." Al sighed, feeling sleep deprived. He had been listening to his friend shifting around for most of the night.

"Sorry if I woke you." Gohan felt guilty, but he did need to talk to someone.

From across the room another sigh as Al rolled over to meet his friend's eyes. Even in the dark Gohan�s eyes could be seen. Al thought they were so full of emotion that it made it hard not to look away. "It's okay what wrong?"

"I can't sleep. I keep thinking of that guy at the tavern. Who do you think he is?"

"I don't know and I don't really care. Just forget about him willya? He is probably just some crackpot or a traveller that gets off on ruining everyone's night." Al was still upset that Gohan wanted to go back to the academy after the incident.

"You think? I don't know but there was definitely something about him. Did you see his eyes?"

"Yeah I did. It was bit difficult not to. It sent a chill up my spine when he looked our way. I thought for sure he was going to say something. I know if he did I would have probably peed in my pants."

Gohan chuckled he knew Al enough to know that wasn't quite true. He was a fantastic fighter, quick on his feet and nimble. "I doubt that but you�re right. It did send a chill, just like that night at the party at the palace."

"Not that again, you'll start those damn nightmares again." This was true Al suffered nightmares for the best part of the first week after the party. Gohan ended up having Al sleep with him just to get the boy to sleep.

"Sorry Al, didn't mean to-"

"Just get to sleep. We have to be up in less than three hours." Al said as he rolled back over leaving Gohan to think alone.

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Three hours later and the morning sun has just spread it first wings over the distant horizon, and the mad rush was onto get to the showers. All of Gohan and Al's floor was alive with guys heading for the stairs as they made their way to their first class for the day.

Al and Gohan were in their cadet uniforms as required by the rules. They all headed for the arena. There they lined up, ten rows of fifteen all strong vigorous young warriors. Gohan and Al were unfortunate to be standing in the front row where they were assigned this day.

They stood hands at their side as Commander Nappa stood in front of them. Ordering each row of cadets to accompany an officer, where they were lead over to another part of the massive arena for their morning activates.

Gohan and Al could feel their shoulders literally sink as Nappa announced himself their officer for the morning. Three hours in and both were exhausted.

Nappa had Gohan and another boy paired off to see how they would perform. The other cadets stood watching taking notice.

Gohan rolled commando style, out from under his sparring partner before another blow could plough his way. "No-No-NO!! What are you doing BOY?" Nappa growled pulling both boys into line.

Exhausted, the boy stepped aside clearly frustrated with himself. "Sorry sir."

Panting feeling tired Gohan looked over at Spooner, as everyone called him. He couldn't but feel sorry for him. He was one of the nice guys on his floor, besides Tollis, their supervisor. Spooner would give him the time of the day and they were quickly becoming friends.

"So you should! That was disgraceful! Now watch me boy." Spooner sighed and glanced over at Gohan rolling his eyes before walking over to his buddies on the sidelines of the arena. Gohan fought back a grin as Nappa assumed his position in front of him. The other cadets watched on enthusiastically. Gohan crouched down ready for whatever his officer was going to throw at him. He didn't have to wait long Nappa sent his huge form fly at him. The massive hulk barrelled down on him like a steam engine, only at lightning speed.

Gohan dug his boots into the sandy ground his whole posture screamed danger. He looked relaxed but there was sharpness to him, a confidence in his stance. Gohan pushed himself up and off the ground just as Nappa was about to swing his leg out to catch the boy's legs to knock him off balance. But the only thing he did do was to catch the sand grains that the boy left behind.

Gohan's muscles stretched and twisted in the air, catlike, flexible and graceful as he flipped himself from his commander�s ki attack . Streams of powerful energy blasts, fired up at him like bullets from a Gatling gun forcing him to be on the defensive, dodging and sprinting out from the rays.

His whole frame showed how agile he was. His muscles rippled under the tight spandex uniform not hiding any of his strength. Landing silently behind his surprised commander and in one breath, Nappa twisted around in complete awe. Gohan ploughed his fist hard in the jaw sending the big guy off balance and skidding back a few steps. Gohan, in another breath, twisted his whole body around crouching low swing out his left leg, swiping the guy's feet from underneath him in one swift movement, dropping the big guy down heavy on the ground with a loud THUD!

Broad smiles lined the arena, watched with amusement as their commanding officer fell flat on his backside by one of their own class comrades. They would have applauded if they could get away with it. Al had a smug grin plastered on his face as the guys around him watched in awe and excitement at what this tailless demi-Saiyanjin could accomplish.

Gohan's eyes were fixed and still very much alert just in case the big guy sprung back up and attacked him. "Holy CRAP!" Nappa spat winded. The boy had speed, flexibility and talent not to mention incredible strength. He was completely amazed. He rubbed where the half-breed�s fist had collided with his now bruised jaw, cupping it to check that it wasn't broken.

Off to the side, hidden from all, a smile erupted on the prince's face. He felt a sense of delight watching the boy that had taken over his every waking thought, and slowly worming a place into his detached heart. Impressed watching the boy take down Nappa, he could only imagine what the boy could hold for him in his chamber.

His eyes lingered on that perfect profile. Vegeta was planning on wooing the young cadet to his bedside, though this was all new to him. He had never had to worry about it before, but something about this young warrior had him bending over backwards to make him want to like him. With just as much grace, effortlessly the prince moved swiftly from the room like he had entered, unnoticed. He was going to have this boy before the week was up, and there was no doubt in his mind. The boy will be his, and then he can get on with his life once again ... Untroubled by weak emotions such as the one the boy was slowly casting over him.

"Gohan, huh? Hmm�what an unusual name."

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Back at the palace the prince was going over the vision of the boy once again that day. Unable to get him of his mind. That athletic form, the trim cut physique that shaped the boy's powerful outline, those tight firm butt-cheeks. Hmmm� he couldn't wait.

"Vegeta!! Will you listen to me. I said that Carlene is growing restless. You haven't spent enough time with the girl." The King growled at his obstinate son.

So much alike.

The prince sighed and rolled his eyes. He would like nothing more than to see the back of that obnoxious girl.

"Father, I have done everything you have asked. I have spent time with the banshee. She is in impossible. I can't spend more than a few minutes alone with her without her grating on my nerves."

"You're not trying hard enough!" The king augured standing from behind his desk. Eyes narrowed on his son standing before him. "I don't want her upset again. Do you hear me?! I have more important matters than to hear that our guest is sulking up in her room. Now go, and rectify this error!" The King snapped dismissing his son with a flick of his wrist like so many under his command.

Vegeta eyes were dangerously narrowed and flamed with anger directed towards his father. Spinning on his heels with his red cape whipping around him he stormed from the room. The King ignored the rebellious look of his son, but he felt frustrated that Vegeta wouldn't give this relationship a chance. Either way he was determined to have his son claim a mate in the not too distant future.

The prince strode towards the girl's chamber, not at all happy. He had more important matters on his mind than support a spoiled banshee's ego. It was a waste of his valuable time.

"Ah, prince Vegeta. How nice of you to welcome us with your presence. Carlene will be delighted to see you. As it is she sees so little of you." Carlene's father said. Vegeta could almost hear the sneer in his voice. He was greeted by a large man, in his latter years, with a round belly, that evolved from indulging in too much rich food and a lack of regular exercise or, by the look of it, no exercise at all. Repulsed the prince snarled in his mind.

The prince ignored the ranting and stepped past the man into the over lavishly decorated room with its gold trimming and heavy drapes framing the large windows overlooking the grounds.

Vegeta hated the way the guy brownnosed him, though he expected nothing less from a coward whose only achievement in life was being born into wealth, only to squander all his fortune, and now was seeking way to profit in his only daughter's bond with the crown prince.

"Where is she?" The prince asked indifferent. He much preferred to be elsewhere.

"I'll inform her that you're here." The man smiled and a false one at that. He bowed before disappearing and leaving Vegeta's stomach turning with a mix of disgust, and anger of being in the company of such leeches.

"Ah my prince ..." Vegeta cringed with the sound of her voice, everything about her turned his stomach.

She looked to be in her mid to late twenties, older than most to not have already taken a mate. Vegeta was suspicious and knew why too. He wouldn't put it past her father to use her as pawn in the likelihood that the king might call upon him for his daughter to take a place in the royal household. It sickened him. The fact that he looked as if he was succeeding in accomplishing what he had so long ago strived for.

Vegeta knew that, as a female goes, Carlene was far from repulsive. In fact quite the contrary. Carlene had all the qualities one would expect to see in a Saiyanjin queen with her graces stamina, strength appealing looks were all there. She had been educated in all the necessary ways that protocol demanded for a queen of the Saiyanjin.

She was expected to stand tall beside her King, and most importantly to reproduce the next strong heir, one that will one day rule over the kingdom with an iron fist. The next sovereign of Vegetasie; one of the most powerful and elite empires this side of the galaxy.

This was the reason his father had approved highly of Carlene, but the only problem there is she lacks certain desirable characteristic to match his taste for a long term partnership to work.

Though looking at her now her bitter-sweet smile was enough to put anyone off Vegeta thought. Watching as she swept into the room, normally wearing her long black head of hair out with a hint of red highlight surrounding her sharp cold face. Her eyes dark piercing like they were able see right through you used to get her own. Her small thin lips curled up into that forced smile of hers that didn't quite meet up with her eyes.

Basically he just didn't trust her, not one little bit, nor her monopolizing father. He had met too many of their kind. Never the less he would play this game to get his overpowering father of his back. Never one to be ordered around; not even when it comes to his own father. He had plans of seducing the boy Gohan and then getting his ass far away from this place away from his overbearing father.

"Carlene I'm going for a walk in the garden. Would you like to accompany me?" he was hoping she would say 'no' and then he could get on with his day.

"I would love to ..." Damn! It wasn't what she was supposed to say. "That was sweet of you to think of me."

"Fine, shall we." He said in his normal curt manner, not caring how he sounded. It was only a job after all, on order of the king.

She smiled sweetly at him, putting on the charm so he guessed. But she'll have to do better than that if she wants to impress him.

�.

"Gohan, you're so lucky. I wish I had the chance to punch Nappa like that." Al said again with the biggest grin on his face, playfully punching his friend in the arm for the millionth time that morning.

"Hey! No more. My arm has already gone dead from you and the others hitting it." Gohan complained with a sideward�s grin. He kept rubbing his arm trying to get some blood running back through it.

"Hey, yourself. It's not every day we get to see the old guy fall flat on his butt like that. That was totally AWSOME!!" Al laughed enthusiastically.

"Yeah, well� it might have been awesome but I was the one that ended up doing a two hundred and forty push ups." Gohan grumbled as they both headed over to a large tree not too far from the boundary that separated the palace from the academy. It was nice spot they chose sometime back to eat their lunch after vigorous morning training.

"Aww bro, that was totally worth it." Al agreed. Gohan raised a argumentative brow. "Well maybe it was a bit harsh� But hey, I think the other guys see you in a different light now."

"Why do you say that? They still keep their distance from me." Gohan couldn't help the bitterness and sadness echoing in his words.

"Us bro. Us!"

"Sorry, but I don't see the change. We are still sitting here by ourselves, and they are all over there." Gohan motioned across the lawn to where a large group of cadets sat around a large table just outside the cafeteria.

"Hey some of the guys came up to you and praised you, remember? That's never happened before."

"Yeah, I guess." Gohan sighed not wanting to get his hopes up .

"And by the looks of things, the word is getting around about what you did." Al said with his eyes on the large group as some of the guys looked their way.

"HEY!!"

Startled, both boys jumped and spun to look over their shoulder. They turned to see Miss Grump standing over them in one of her moods.

"Shit where did you come from?" Al spat coughing nearly chocking on his food, glaring up at her.

"Is it true that you got Nappa on the ground?" Videl asked. Her whole posture was aggressive which only served to peeve the boys off to no end.

"Yeah he did." Al smirked with pride. "He got him down real good."

Videl's blue eyes snapped his way. "Did I ask you shrimp?" She spat annoyed.

"What is it to you if I did?" Gohan asked ignoring the tension between them both.

"I just want to know. Your name is buzzing all over the academy at the moment. And I'd like to hear it from you. So did you?"

"Yeah I did. I was just lucky I guess."

"Huh! Yeah he's only one of the king's best and you happened to land a lucky punch. I doubt it!"

"If you're here to cause trouble then you've come to the wrong place. I don't know why you are really here. I mean, I've been trying to be friends with you since we first saw you, and yet it takes something like this to get you to even talk to us." Gohan frowned. He didn't care that he got Nappa down. He supposed he was just having a lucky day. He couldn't see what the big deal was about.

Al stayed quiet as he munched down hard on his food wishing the girl would just go away and leave them alone. Videl looked at them both not sure how to take them. She was used to people treating her like crap, or completely ignoring her like she wasn't even there. She couldn't work Gohan out. He was different somehow. And, as much as she wanted to forget him she was curious. He was the only other half breed she had met and she felt akin to him somehow, but she didn't know why. She hardly knew him and she didn't want to get close. It could only bring trouble.

"Yeah, well whatever." And with that she stalked off leaving Gohan at a complete loss.

"What the hell was that about?" Gohan raised his hand and turned to his friend for the answer he hoped.

Al screwed up his nose and poked out his tongue. "Who cares? Bitch!" Gohan raised a single brow. Al shrugged his shoulders. "She started it. Anyhow, you'd better eat. We have another lesson in five minutes."

�

"Prince? What is it?" Carlene asked turning to see prince Vegeta beside her, totally focused in the direction of the academy. His eyes were unmoving, transfixed. Not too far away from Vegeta's sights, was the half-breed. His every move didn't go unnoticed by the spellbound prince, tempting him even further. The way the sun's rays filtered through the leaves of the tree that he was reclining under. The way the light seemed to shimmer over him as he stood and dusted the dirt from those tight spandex pants that was required by every cadet to wear as part of their uniform. It was something the prince found himself totally grateful for at that particular moment in time.

Vegeta found himself wishing it was his hands dusting the dirt from those firm thighs. Removing the garment all together was a better solution the prince thought. His eyes roamed over the way spandex clutched liked a second skin. The way it was pulled over those firm perfect buttocks of the half-breed, Hmm� Mouth watering was a thought that came to him immediately. His eyes travelled up along the firm taut form, something he found himself fantasising over and over again.

"My lord..."

It would be so easy to caress and devour the youth with one swift powerful embrace. To have him beneath him pinned to the ground willing or not, the prince didn't mind. A slight smirk curled upon his smug lips. He'd always did prefer it when they struggled. It always made it that much more entertaining. It was a larger than life turn-on for him to have them both struggle, clashing wrestling for dominance each trying to overpower the other in true Saiyanjin fashion.

"�Prince Vegeta."

To feel the other's hot sweaty body pressed firmly up against his. Possessively take control over those parted lips with his own . Devouring them hungrily. Listening to the soft whimpering escape from those lips. Not being able to get enough of the half-breed beneath him. Scorching.

To take full commanded. Consuming the adolescent in one swift frantic move, shameless. Lustful burning need for more, capture obtain, scorching need for more, moving over that perfect body of the half-breed at his fingertips. Steaming.

Hungry moist tongues battling it out for supremacy. Have that sizzling firm sweaty body squirming uncontrollably beneath him, a reaction that as prince could take. A deep primal throaty groan escapes deep with in himself as he pushes forward, thrusting in time.

The urgency building climbing, pulsating through him. Cries growing mounting deafening, the way he liked them. All of it was making him just want the half-breed that much more.

Franticly touching, craving, graze his sharp Saiyanjin canines over that tantalizing super sensitive skin. Calling him and him alone for the attention it needed. Clamping his sharp teeth down hard, biting through piercing that youthful responsive flesh that was now his to do what he pleases, blood spilling. Hmm� Blistering unravel hot tantalising salty sex, pure Saiyanjin driven. To be able to lick nip those -

"PRINCES VEGETA!"

Carlene's voice sliced through his best ever fantasy so far, approaching him and bringing the prince back into the present, hot and flustered - supporting an uncomfortable hard on.

Even then his eyes still couldn't be dragged away from the half-breed. Carlene followed his line of vision to see two cadets walking together behind a large group heading towards a building. Her eyes darkened dangerously narrowed, lips pressed firmly together. There was something in the way Vegeta was watching them that set off alarm bells.

"Who are they?" She asked, or was it a command.

Annoyed with her questioning and his train of thought, Vegeta turned back to her. With his stony detached mask in place, normal free of any feeling. But there was a flash, a hint of something, was it disapproval or something else. There was more to this than he was making out. That much she knew.

"Nobody. Let's continue with our walk."

Vegeta's eyes challenged her for a second before Carlene let a smile curl onto her calculating face. "Lovely." Her voice disguising any rising feelings she might be having. She was going to find out exactly who those cadets were and how they connected with the prince. She wasn�t going to have anything threaten her plans to become the next great Queen of the great empire of Vegeta-sei. Nothing will stand in her way. She had come too far to prevent that happing.

"My Lord." With her head bowed slightly with her sweet calculating smile spread across her lips, that never did quite meet her cold eyes.

Vegeta raised his chin shoulders back before continuing their stroll through palace grounds. Aimlessly walking along side each other along the pathways in a silence each lost in their own thoughts.

Only one thought came to the prince's mind. He had to see the boy again, and very soon. A slight smile curled upon his lips, one that didn't go unnoticed by Carlene's sharp eyes.

Tonight, boy, is going to be your lucky night�You will obey your prince in every way I so desire. You'll be mine for the night and then l can forget all of this. Wash my hands of you and make plans of my escape�

TBC ...
A/N: A BIG thanks goes to my editor Vegeta-sire :)

Lol! I think Al�s ghost has something more sinister in mind�. Hehe. Thanks Vex ;)
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