Adult-FanFiction.org : Gundam, Beyblade, DBZ, FMA

In ancient times	By : Vegetaswriter Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 6600 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ, or make money off of this! It would be AWSOME if I did.. Yeah Awsome

Chapter List
- 1
- 2
- 3
Chapter 1

            The funeral was far too short for my liking, I recited the hymns and incantations with precision; even with Vegeta standing off to my side, I was proud of myself that day, I did not allow his presence to hinder my duties in the slightest. It was only when the tomb was sealed and splashed with expensive oils did I remove my haughty demeanor, and became a normal man.

            The dancers and grievers moved together sending their wishes to the great Pharaoh, praying he make it through the twelve gates and challenges and join with Ra in the afterlife, his many wives huddled together; for once putting aside their hate for one another to share in the grief. He stood alone, and not far behind him was his comrade in arms Brolly. I seen the way he looked upon the Prince, soon to be crowned as Pharaoh, I felt jealously bile in my throat, but at the same time I understood his longing. Vegeta was indeed perfection; I know it sounds like idol worship, but who wouldn’t, Vegeta was a descendent of Ra. I scrutinized his clothing looking for any flaw; I think I had done that to ensure he was like myself…human, alas there were none. His formal wear and chest guard only enhanced his aura of power and beauty; the way the sun reflected off his bronze necklace gave him a glow, divinity.

            He didn’t move from that very hill overlooking the Royal burial, the place that his family had been laid to rest for generations, one day he would join them in their quest of the afterlife. It must be gut wrenching to see a place you will be buried once you die, seeing the workers carving and building your very tomb; I would never know but I can only imagine his thoughts.

            I almost growled that day as I watched Brolly approach the Prince, surprised really by my reaction. I watched as he spoke to the Prince, I was even more surprise to see him look over, not to his comrade, directly at me. My mouth became quite dry; briefly I wondered why he was staring at me, blatantly ignoring Brolly. My question was answered soon enough. He made his way towards me, I couldn’t stop but ogle as his muscles moved in perfect harmony flexing and loosening as he stepped closer to me. My stomach flipped when those lushes’ lips parted and the deep gravely voice rasped to me.

            “Kaka…” He paused and smiled. “High Priest.” It was unreal to see the Prince correct himself with ease. “You will be traveling with me on my boat up the Nile.” I shook my head in confusion wondering why, I seen him snort in humor. “The coronation ceremony and festival, I need to go through all the details with you.” He raised his head to the side giving me a sideway glance, I knew then he needed my knowledge, he didn’t know what was expected of him, and I would never allow him to go in this without the proper procedures.

            I bowed my head, taking note how much of his thighs were exposed. “Yes of course Prince Vegeta. It will by my utmost honor and privilege.” I would never dare say to educate him; I would never dare say a word that would make him feel ignorant.

            “Good, I shall meet you on my boat.” He turned away from me, pausing only for a moment, he turned his head giving me a very tasteful profile of his face; god’s there was not a inch of that beautiful face was flawed. I did have to admit, I missed his bangs; it gave him the look of innocents and youth. Not to say I didn’t like him without less, his windows peek amplified his regal presences. “Another thing priest, you did an amazing job with my father’s funeral, I only hope when it is my turn to depart this world that the High priest would be able to do it like you.”

            I felt giddy hearing the Prince praise me so, I bowed and thanked him for his kind words. Once I raised my head, it was just enough time to see Brolly stare daggers at me; if I were a smug man and not a man of the god’s I would have smirked and rubbed it in his face; but I am not. Then it finally dawned on me, what the ceremony comprised of. I felt my hands become clammy; I would be touching that perfected body, and we would be alone.

            I made it through the rest of the day without incident, my underlings raced about going through the scrolls searching for what I asked. Yes it is true I knew of all the rights for the coronation like the back of my hand, but if any practices were questioned by the Prince, I would have the scrolls to back me up. The Royal boat was quite a sight to behold, a small cabin for the Prince to sleep, a tented fixture in the middle for the Prince to sit when he wish to watch the passing villages and cities along the Nile. It was much larger than the traditional boat of the Nile, but it was Vegeta’s fathers, and the Pharaoh had quite an apatite for finer things; I could see it in Vegeta’s eyes that he didn’t really care for it and yet appreciated it. It was quite strange to me to see that, a man born and raised in riches never knowing what it is like to go without appreciate what he has; usually nobles abused their riches and power, expanding and demanding. Not the Prince.

            He called me to his private room, the ceremony between the Prince and High Priest remains and always will remain secretive. It is a right of passage that only the High Priest has the privilege to attend to. I pulled out the scrolls with a bow extending them to the Prince. I did something I should have not, I looked into those dark eyes lidded heavily with cosmetics; I could see hunger in them, I see that yearning I have; it took my breath away and my lions tighten.

            He cleared his throat, taking in a breath for measure. “High Priest, I trust you know exactly what needs to be done?”

            I gave him a smile and nodded my head. “Yes Prince Vegeta, I know the ceremony very well.”

            “Please Priest, call me Vegeta when you are in my presence alone.” His voice flowed through my being; I was overjoyed to have such a privilege bestowed upon me.

            I looked up at him and smiled widely. “Thank you Vegeta and you may just call me Kakarot.” He returned the smile; I felt my heart bump louder. I cleared my throat getting back to the task at hand. “Vegeta the ceremony and right that we must do before you are crowned Pharaoh is.” I paused for a second, letting the information sink into my own head. I briefly wondered how he would react. “You must be cleansed.”

            He chuckled in his deep throaty voice and it sent chills throughout my body. “A bath? That’s it?”

            “Umm, no Vegeta there is more to it. The cleansing will be performed by me and me only, you will be stripped of material things, shaved, cleaned and I will perform the incantation of Ra, so he may see and accept you.”

            Vegeta paused, a look of confusion evident on his flawless face. “Shaved?”

            I lightly coughed, yes I was more nervous then ever in my life; the idea of explaining this to a very strong interest of mine was going to be difficult. “Yes Vegeta shaved from feet to brow.” I stifled a chuckle when his brows neared his hair line, and he gently traced the fine hair of his brow with his index finger. He looked adorable. If he knew I had used such a term to describe him, he wouldn’t be pleased. He was far from such endearing feminine terms; Vegeta was powerful and above all masculine. “Yes, to be cleansed and purified so Ra may look upon you and recognize you as his heir.”

            I watched as he fidgeted in his seat, I could read him plain as day; I knew the idea of us both in a body of water, he nude like the day he was born, and my hands touching his body gave him the same effect I had. It will be the strongest test of our will, and in that very moment I believed I would overcome that test; I was horribly wrong.

            “What else?” His voice wavered, slowly I watched his blush creep away; he must have had some very lewd thoughts.

            “Once you have been purified, you will go through the daily morning routine oiled, cosmetics applied, and dressed as a Pharaoh. You will be expected to give an offering to Ra and Amun-Ra, recite the scriptures accepting your role as high ruler and controller of the lands, and then I shall present you with the Hedjet crown. Once placed upon your head, you will be transformed into a god with your union with the royal life-force.” I paused my explanation to watch the Prince’s expressions; he seemed to take it all in stride; who wouldn’t? I wouldn’t mind being literally being transformed into a god. “Once the ceremony is completed and you have become one with the soul of all entities, you will greet your people, caring the crook and flail.”

            “Yes I have been told, my father said to me when the day came that I became Pharaoh, I must greet my people. He said to me to remain stern, unmoving, regal and just.” He looked up to me and smiled something that would soon become a rarity of the mighty Pharaoh. “The ceremony will be difficult will it not?”

            I knew instantly what he referred to, not about the joining and transformation, no not at all; instead my Prince thinks of exactly what I thought, and yes it will be difficult. I was slightly taken aback by his bold statement, yes it was a fact we both knew how much we desired one another, but it was never spoken of so freely; usually the conversations were never needed, or our eyes told us all we needed to know. I was taken aback once again in his little room, he reached out and cupped my face; his palm was unbelievably soft for one who races his chariots, and practices his swordsmanship. The touch was so confounding and powerful, just the simplest of touches made my knees turn to honey, my stomach flutter away, and an uncharted fire ignite in my loins. I dared to look up at him then catching that burning need coursing through him as well; I almost groaned when he licked his lips doing his best to regain moisture. His words almost like a song as he spoke to me. “If only you know the need I feel for you Priest.” I felt his hand shake under his want, and I did my best to fight off my own desire. I slid my head deeper in that masculine hand slowly pulling myself away, brushing my lips in the middle of his palm, the most ghostly form of kisses. Even now as I write this my lips tingle with the memory of that day.

            He pulled back, snatching his hand from me quickly tucking it away. I watched fascinated by the quickening of his breaths making his bronzed chest expand and fall; beautiful. I didn’t stumble out any words of departure, not an uttered word came from my mouth; I backed away never removing my eyes from the Prince, I could see hurt in them from being rejected, but there laid relief all in the same. I salvaged our souls that day, but damnation was inevitable for us. We had already taken those steps in the past with our little touching games and fantasies. But for that moment I saved us.

            I closed the door realizing how rude I was to the Prince, leaving without permission, and not bowing to his mighty presents. I placed my back against to door ignoring the deathly glares from Brolly and the questioning ones from simple servants. None of them would understand, none of them would ever accept our scandal; the crime against Ra.

            The Prince was right though, the ceremony and the right was going to be very difficult, if my harden groin was any indication.



I am really favoring this fic. I love ancient Egypt and writing an A/U fic based in this time just feels so right for me. I should have done this a lot sooner. Yeah and I think this is the quickest update I ever had done. Yeah I’m definitely favoring this one alright.

Reviewers thank you very much for your comments I love and appreciate them so much, and huggies back XD.

Questions/ Topbear- Don’t worry hun, they have a long lasting love in this, but like everyone else in the world people die, they, no different. But it will not have the angst of ‘snuffed’ love, don’t worry.
- 1
- 2
- 3
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

In ancient times