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By : Vegetaswriter
Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male
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Blue pedals

            Vegeta sat on the edge of the couch, a glaze of wistful want clouded his eyes, staring aimlessly down at the blue rose petals; which were meticulously shaped into a heart form. It made his insides squirmed hotly, and his mind giddy like a middle school girl daydreaming of her first puppy-love. He wanted to scold himself for his impish emotions, remind himself he was a harsh cruel warrior, with a stony heart of ice; but he never could, not when it came to him.

            When it came to that hot-blooded Saiyan nobleman he found himself quite the opposite, his hard earned indifferent mask shattered by a simple smirk, or by just an effortless innocent light brush of the hands; crumbling him into a mass of dizzy excitement. The courting had been only several months, but to him it seemed like years, he couldn’t wait for the day it would be deemed appropriate for them to bond and mate. The thought alone sent a sizzling fervour up his spine, even a simple kiss would suffice; but no, unfortunately it would be inappropriate for a Prince to ‘debase’ himself as such, he had an image to uphold in the eyes of the Saiyan population as well to his own father the King. It would be disgraceful for the Royal home if he was caught in such a predicament, and the rumours would spread like wildfire, he would be considered loose and, well… whorish to the populace, and without a doubt the throne would be ripped away from him. His father had enough trouble ensuring he would rule, once the time came.

            The all mighty Prince of all Saiyans was born a fertile, the very first in the Royal house, because of this fact alone, his father fought tooth and nail against all elites and councilmen that his fertile son was worthy to rule; Prince Vegeta had no qualms in doing so, by stepping into the ring, challenging all those who oppose his right as future King, and beat them all down without breaking a sweat, which shut them up quite efficiently.

            Once his future rule was secured came a whole new issue, he had to be mated by a male of high rank, and power, in the traditional way. Find a suitable mate, announce the courtship, court for a year, and announce the engagement; Then a whole time period before the ‘big’ event. Being the hot heated prideful Prince he was, he refused all the suitors, unable to cope with the idea he would breed and carry the child, no his pride would never allow that, he sooner not carry on the bloodline if it was him doing the birthing. As the Earthlings say ‘hell to the no’ was an understatement in his books.

            But then he came, arising from the mist of autumn, claiming his nobility birthright and super elite status. He was bold and brash, his features were very uncommon and exotic, which only intrigued and perked his interest. The newcomer had been hidden from the King because he was sentenced to death because of his massive power level at birth, he refused his father’s want to destroy and dethrone the King, all he had asked for was a place to belong, and be among his people.

            He proved himself to the King on many occasions, destroying enemies, proving his loyalty, and even shocked them all by becoming a living god, super Saiyan. Vegeta found himself more drawn to this magnificent godly Saiyan, dreaming of him, sharing the same power he possessed. He found himself watching the man train for hours from his balcony, unseen by the men below. First he believed it was just trouble-free curiosity he felt for this man.

            It was only until Brolly locked those aqua blue eyes on him in the middle of his training regime, did he realize there was more to it then plain curiosity, he felt an explosion in his chest, the shortness of his breath, and time stood still between them; he was lost in a nameless tempest consuming and igniting his soul all in the same. He placed a palm over his fiercely beating heart and vanished himself in that holding aqua stare. He tore his eyes away, violently throwing himself into his room, away from those eyes, away from the embodiment of perfection standing covered in his own sweat gazing up to him; it was all within seconds, but in that moment it was as if they were there for an eternity.

            Vegeta shuddered then, grasping his arms, he held himself tightly wondering what exactly happened there. Turning his head he nearly squealed in fright or excitement he was unsure, but he wouldn’t allow that manly squawk leave his throat. Brolly hovered there, just a few inches shy from touching down on his balcony, which made Vegeta squirm more violently, those strange new feelings raging inside of him, making him all that much more uncomfortable and unsure of himself.

            Vegeta couldn’t believe what was happening with him, his usual cold calm demeanour gone within seconds, only by this man before him, this man that gave him a smile and introduced himself, and all the more shocking asking if he, the Prince, was a cousin of the King due to the similarities. Vegeta just stared at the man in utter bewilderment, astonished that Brolly didn’t know who he was, well truthfully Brolly was never introduced to him, and the elites weren’t really allowed to speak of him, due to his gifts.

            Vegeta stood there silently looking like a fool, doing his best to regain his calm composure; he wanted to sound articulated, intelligent, commanding, and aristocratic to this man, a need to impress overwhelming him. Unfortunately he blurted out a makeshift sentence filled with stutters and splutters, informing the man he shouldn’t be anywhere near his quarters. It was Vegeta’s father the King that came and saved him from the tight situation he found himself in.

            He stood keeping silent, taking deep breaths to regain his equanimity, all the while his tail fluffed and flicking anxiously behind him. He didn’t like these foreign feelings, not at that very moment, he just needed time to come to terms and understand these newer powerful emotions. His father spoke loudly for others to hear so they may know there was nothing else going on here, no secret love affair with the Prince, just a Saiyan introducing himself to a Saiyan he never met before, innocent and a simple mistake. He informed Brolly it was very inappropriate for him to be around his son without escorts, and himself present, since his son was a fertile. Vegeta watched as Brolly nodded and agreed, and asked his father if he could apologise to the Prince in a Nobleman’s manner, which to Vegeta’s dismay, his father agreed.

            Brolly moved in, bowing before Vegeta, taking a hold of his gloved hand, whispering his admission of guilt, and laid a forceful kiss on the top of his hand. Vegeta’s eyes grew wide, a light gasp escaping his lips, looking down at this godly man bowing before him made his body combust in a rampant blaze, and by the gods his father knew. Vegeta held his breath as he looked up to his father, he nearly growled at the look he received; his fate was sealed, the bloodline of the Vegeta’s would continue.

            Vegeta leaned back into the couch, looking out to the red sky. He loved Brolly, loved everything about him, what he loved the most was that blue hair streaked with purple highlights; it made his body writhe, and he longed to run his hands through those beautiful locks of hair, wrap his arms around that powerful neck and feel those searing lips pressed against his own. One day, and one day soon.

            Vegeta sat back up, smiling at the note beside the blue pedals, neatly folded unopened; he nearly giggled when he reached out touching the crisp paper, carefully unfolding the note; he read.

Sweet Prince;

            I awoke this morning to the smell of you’re wonderful scent, I thank you for the pillow you had used, the scent is divine, much like rain is to a parched man.

            I have good news for you my love, today I meet with the council to persuade them, and if not then I am just going to have to use my Super Saiyan abilities for my own damn selfishness, I cannot stand another day going by without tasting you’re lips or feeling you’re touch. Proprieties be damned, I need you from the moment I laid eyes on you…

            You are my soul, you are me, and I am you. Sit tight my love, for I will come for you tonight without prying eyes, and I will steal a kiss from your plump lips.

You’re Super Saiyan

Brolly, Child of the Saiyans.

            Vegeta’s smile widen, and his heart fluttered. Yes he will wait, and leave the pedals untouched. Blue, he was always a fan of the color blue…

Ah, lemons will start soon enough my smutty naughty readers! Right now I feel a lil romantic damnit lol deal with it!

Animeslave19- I look forward to them as well, it’s sweet, nothing expensive mind you, I don’t like people spending money on my. It consists of mostly things made, printed, or picked and I love it! I do the same for him as well, we’re nerds lol and May 27 is my bday o.0 lol thank you for reviewing. Oh and btw! Your review on one of my oneshots, This is my response. You are a wonderful writer, great vivid imagery, and a beautiful story and plot! I am still crossing my fingers and hoping that one day you’ll find the inspiration to finish some of your fics, I’ll wait for years if I must :P and I am quite sure many people will agree with me!
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Daily prizes	By : Vegetaswriter Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3552 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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