Passport to Paradise | By : gokugirl Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3596 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Chapter 3
Tension had settled between them since the morning they
shared their first kiss and it made the prince irritable and difficult to talk
to. It was extremely hard not to throw caution to the wind as they walked down
the road during the day, or pull Kakarotto into his lap as they sat around the
campfire at night. And the teen wasn't helping matters by calling him Master and
making suggestions with just about everything he did. Watching those slim
fingers disappear one-by-one into his mouth to clean off any lingering bits of
food from the dinner they'd just consumed was almost too much. He would usually
excuse himself then and go find a large tree to masturbate behind. He knew that
Kakarotto knew exactly what he was doing, but didn't care in the slightest.
A few days later they were in Lios, a small farming community less than a week
from Fisher's Cove. It was... quaint. The buildings were all plain wooden
affairs that were worn from the weather, but they were still sturdy. The
rosy-cheeked humans in their oft-patched clothing resembled their buildings as
they were just as strong and just as enduring.
Vegeta asked the first person he saw for directions to the inn. The older woman
had looked at him for a moment as if he was speaking a language foreign to her
and then directed him to one of the larger homes. Apparently not enough
travelers came to visit for them to have an inn.
The middle-aged woman there offered to put them up for the night and give them
supper and breakfast for a single silver. Vegeta thought that she was asking for
too little, but far be it for him to correct her.
She lived in the house with only her two unmarried adult daughters, her husband
having died in a farming accident out in the south fields. All of this was far
more information than Vegeta needed, but the woman had opened her home to him
and he did not want her to retract her invitation.
As she talked, Kakarotto wandered around the sitting room, his eyes roaming
casually over the keepsakes. There were two brass plates on the mantle with
names on them and birth dates, Emalyn and Krissandra were, most likely, her
daughters. Two hand-painted china cats sat side-by-side on a bookshelf with
small numbers painted onto their sides. All of this added to the impression that
the Lady of the House cared deeply for commemoration yet she had taste enough
not to overburden a room with her memories.
"Kakarotto," Vegeta said softly. He had quickly realized from the way
Lady Fiyon's eyes darted to the side with every step the teen took that she was
nervous about him examining her precious things so carefully. The prince knew
that it was only because he was naturally curious, but the Lady didn't know
that.
In an instant, the teen was at his side. "Yes sir?"
"Please remain beside me."
"Whatever you say, sir."
Fiyon was watching them with undisguised interest. "My servant," he
lied easily. Well, he would have been had he honestly believed in the system of
slavery.
Very soon it was time for dinner. Lady Fiyone had been simmering a pot of stew
in the kitchen while she chatted with her guest, never once bothering to say a
word to Kakarotto once she'd been told that he was a servant. Her daughters
returned home late into the evening, both of them being laborers at the
weaver's, and were more than a little hungry. They entered the house, laughing
about something, and abruptly fell silent when they saw the prince.
"Hello. Are you to be staying with us?" A petite girl who was more
than slightly overweight asked this. She looked to be the younger of the two.
"Yes, but only for the night." Vegeta rose and kissed the girls' hands
with all of the princely manners his dearly-departed mother had drilled into him
as a child. "I am Vegeta. Charmed to make your acquaintances."
The younger sister curtsied awkwardly. "I am Krissandra."
"And I am Emalyn." She stepped forward and the light from the hanging
lantern caught her face. It was very pretty. She wore her dark brown hair pinned
up and her lips were painted a delicate pink. Her curtsy was the epitome of
grace. "A pleasure."
Kakarotto bristled. How dare she look at his master that way!
Lady Fiyone stuck her head into the room. "Dinner will be served in just a
moment. Perhaps you would like to freshen up?"
"Of course, Mother," Emalyn said. "I will show our guests to
their room and draw a basin of water." If Krissandra was upset that her
sister was stealing the show, she made no sign of it.
Vegeta knew exactly what the young woman was doing and could honestly care less.
His head had never turned at the sight of an alluring female and he doubted it
ever would. He had never really longed for someone of the male persuasion,
either, before he had seen Kakarotto in the Three Donkey Tavern. Now it was the
teen who made his blood boil and his cock rise in his pants. It was him that he
longed for.
Emalyn opened the door to a small, but neat room at the back of the house.
"This is where you will be staying for the night," she said after
she'd poured the water from a covered jar that sat on the small table beside it.
"There is clean linen in the drawer beneath the basin." When neither
of the young man spoke, she continued. "I will leave you both to your
ablutions."
She was nearly gone when Vegeta thanked her for her assistance. She flashed a
gentle smile at him before quietly closing the door behind her.
Going over to the water, the prince opened the drawer and removed a drying
cloth. Kakarotto dropped their bags beside the bed before walking over and
taking it, waiting patiently for the prince to wash his hands. He didn't say a
word, nor did he look at him, for the duration. "You don't have anything to
worry about," Vegeta said.
The teen blinked. "I'm not worried."
"Don't lie to me; I don't like it. Especially when it's easy for me to see
the truth. You don't like the fact that Emalyn wants to catch herself a husband
before we leave. As if I would see her and drop to my knees in worship!"
He couldn't help but giggle. "But she is quite pretty, and your parents
surely want you to marry and have children?"
"Yes, both of those things are true, but they mean nothing in light of one
realization I have made."
The look on Kakarotto's face was playful. "That realization is...?"
"I want you." Vegeta's eyes were serious as was his voice. "And
only you."
And Kakarotto knew his heart would never be his own again.
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