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In ancient times	By : Vegetaswriter Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 6600 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 2

            The trip back to Swenet was hard and grueling for me, everyday was a constant reminder of my lust for him. It was like a smack in the face every time his eye strayed my way; missed where the simple days of our youth, ignorant to the adulthood cravings and needs. I missed them terribly, a class full of young boys and girls waiting for their instructions, eager for the knowledge our instructors gave easily.

            I still can picture his innocent smiles, and hear his inquisitive nature; he always had to know something, how certain objects worked, how the spells worked it was his passion; knowledge. I didn’t know then if it was a legitimate passion or if it was his father’s influence on him to be a wise Pharaoh.

            The prince will always be an amazing specimen to me; he always had the ability to surprise me at every turn, destroying the typical idealism of the spoiled rotten royal. Vegeta never used his status to gain what he wanted, never made others acknowledge him the way he saw fit, never pressured the instructor to give him leverage with his studies, and always would ensure his peers were happy; bringing them into his play with his arms opened wide.

            Its funny to me know how little I thought of our childhood, and how he behaved until that trip up the Nile. I suppressed those memories; it made it easier to cope, easier not to want him. He was pure, with no doubts he was pure. He gave without question, he would be the first to extend his hand to help you back on your feet, and he would share his foreign delicacies; one of the many perks of being royalty.

            Delicacies they were indeed, things not even the high social standing I had would allow me to purchase such exotic treats. But I did sample them because the prince could not sit idly by and watch a fellow student go hungry. It was the first time we ever spoke to one another; the first time I was so close to his person. We were just little boys then; innocent.

I was in a rush that morning packing my writing utensils in my sac, snagging a piece of bread out the door. In my haste I forgot the lunch my father placed on the table for me. I remember it would have been a good lunch indeed. The morning moved by slowly coming into mid-noon before we were given a break to eat, and wash-up before continuing on. I remember chastising myself that day for forgetting my food in my haste, I wanted to cry; but I knew it was my own fault and nothing else was to be blamed. I accepted the fact I would go hungry on this day until the nightly dinner in the temple; I removed myself from the happy children greedily munching away on their breads, and sucked up their honey mead.

            I sat in the open gardens overlooking the beautiful city trying to ignore the alluring smell of food, but it wouldn’t leave me alone. I closed my eyes and I swore the scent intensified tenfold. I groaned ready to spill tears at the rumble in my stomach.

            “Aren’t you going to take it Kakarot?” I was startled, opening my eyes I gazed at him. His face was open and free, juvenile baby fat still graced his cheeks, his eyes shone. I couldn’t answer him; my tongue was caught in my throat. Here he sat, the Prince, son of Pharaoh, speaking my name, offering me his food to share. I felt something make contact with my lips and I looked down, it was bread but I could smell strong sweet spices. “Well? Take it, eat it. I think you might like it.”

            My hunger got the best of me that day, I took it without any protest, and nearly stuffed it in my mouth. The bread was shockingly delicious; I wanted to weep from the sheer explosion of an array of taste from spices to fruit. He laughed at my expression and obvious joy, and continued on to give me half of his meal explaining what it was, and where it had come from. Once our shared meal was done, I was going to thank the giving prince, but alas I was interrupted by the banging of our teacher’s thick wooden desk signaling it was time to continue our class.

            Vegeta stood stretching out, looking down at me with his ever present smile. “Maybe sometime you could race with me and the other boys Kakarot?” All I could do was give him a curt nod in agreement.

            He was such a pure child, no flaw could dare touch him; then I wondered sitting on that boat casually looking over to the soon to be Pharaoh, did he have any demons? He wasn’t the same innocent boy he once was, this man before me had been to war, had taken lives, and wore scarred skin. This man would soon have the entire lands of Egypt going to him for guidance, he would be married and expected to produce many offspring, even if he wished not to; it was his duty as Pharaoh, it was expected.

            Our eyes locked for a brief moment, another conversation shared with gazes alone. The fiery need consumed us both, and our conscience pleaded with us; stop. This time it was he who broke our eye contact, turning his head to look ahead and I still keeping my eyes on him hoping that he would once again look my way. Then I knew he did have inner demons, and they were me.

            Our arrival back in Swenet was a joyous occasion, the people of the capitol came chanting and cheering as Vegeta came into view, the new age was upon us with the crowning of the new Pharaoh. The people threw sweet scented oiled flower petals into the air, as well as swirling streamers of colored silk. Two men of the palace greeted Vegeta, bringing him his chariot and beautiful white stallion Amerse, the fastest in the land given to him by the Persian king as a sign of peace between the two powerful nations. To watch him be greeted by his people, to see the happiness in their eyes, and to see his air of power around him was a magnificent sight to behold. He was beautiful.

            He remained sturdy on his chariot, waving to his people, his face firm and set; he must have grown accustomed to these types of greetings when he returned with his men from war. Brolly wasn’t far behind him doing his best to remove my view of the prince; he didn’t know then, that the prince was mine and I his; then again it was a fact me and the prince fought against for years.

            The people welcomed me home as well holding out their hands, just a simple touch from me pleased them, to be touched by a High priest was a blessing all on its own. Instead of taking joy in making other happy like he does, I dreaded each step closer to the temple. For each step brought me closer to him, and the very thing we needed to do. ‘It would be difficult would it not?’ he asked me that day in his room, the answer was simple, yes. I felt the tingling in my groin, the ache of wanting something, I knew nothing of. How could I feel this heat, that burning desire for pleasure when I hadn’t a clue what it even felt like? Not once had I try to bring myself to the breaking point, it was wrong to do so, a sin, and as High priest I would not jeopardize my status. How I could have made such a strong proclamation to myself then I am unsure, the sheer power these feeling had over me was unbreakable.

            When those doors opened, it echoed in my head it was my solid judgment. Not far from those door laid a room, there inside was a waist deep pool of purifying water channeled from the Nile, the sharp shaving blade recently prepared for the new Pharaoh, and a very naked Prince waiting for me.

            My underlings ushered me into a room filled of perfumed smoke, removing my old clothing to dress me in my proper garb. They didn’t speak, never once looking into my eyes; they knew this was a sacred right and should not be tainted by idle words or questions. We were making a man into a god this day, and perhaps we also would accomplish a holy man’s damnation.



            A secret door was opened, it surprised me seeing it; for I lived in this very temple for twenty-five years and not once had I heard talk of this door. He didn’t notice entrance in the room; instead he fidgeted looking from the polished floors to the main doors. Never had I associated him with being the slightest timid or shy until that moment; his body language told me everything I needed to know, how tensed his back muscles were, how his jaw flexed from time to time, the shy glances to the door waiting for me to come through them at any given moment, and the slight wavering in his breaths. He tried to steady them, and I watched shamelessly. I soaked in everything, every inch of that naked flesh bared before my greedy eyes, my eyes traced every scar, every dip and curve, and the shape of his powerful leg; alas it was only a side profile, his front was obscured but I knew it was only for a moment.

            My eyes were fixated on his bottom, the muscle there look incredibly tight and firm, it look smooth to the touch, and virtually hairless; but once I was closer would I see everything, I will learn everything about his body. How I was going to survive this encounter soul intact was another thing entirely. He noticed me, it was hard not to once I let loose an audible groan and loud gulp.

            His startled look gave me a new dimension of his features; it seemed to me he had many faces, new ways to perceive him. Those plum colored lips parted, his cheeks stained with a delectable rouge, his eyes wide, and how he grabbed himself to cover his intimate body parts, trying his best to salvage some dignity. My emotions raged within those short moments, I was confused, conflicted, awed, and needy all within the same time. I wanted him, wanted to see all his expressions, learn them, and be one with him.

            Instead of taking him in my arms and take his mouth for my own as much as I wanted to do, I simply waved my hand to the water and swallowed my hunger.

Right now this is all in Kakarot’s perspective and will continue on as such, but further in there will be more dialog for other characters and more in-depth dialog from the Pharaoh himself.

Topbear- yes it is getting thicker and thicker, hehe. I wasn’t going to write this one as a angst, I really don’t want to be known as ‘the angst writer’ but I hope you enjoy this one as it progresses.

Zofo- heheh you’ll find out the next chapter if they give in or hold on.

Animeslave- I bet you probably watched the same documentary as me on ancient Egypt :p hehe. But do your fic, there really isn’t enough out here on this type of AU, and by the sounds of it, yes it will be very different from mine. Wait no don’t work on it as of yet! You still got to do the other one!! The one I have been waiting on for years! Get on that haha. Oh and thank you for pointing out typos, I took a look at it and yeah I need to get on that, and find a Beta.

God-of-insanity- Yes I do would love to see some fan art of them as a Pharaoh and High priest. My art skills are far too mediocre to tempt it myself, but if anyone wants to I’ll be more than happy to display it and rave about it…HINT, HINT!
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