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Passport to Paradise	By : gokugirl Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3591 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 4

The prince had nothing to slick to prepare him with and
thought he would have to wait until he could purchase something, but then an
idea struck him. He had never done it before since none of his former lovers had
been into sexual experimentation, but he had a feeling that Kakarotto wouldn't
mind in the slightest. He kissed his way down the teen's slender body, spending
some time at his nipples, his cock, and his testicles again before his chin
rested on the bed.

"Lift yourself up a little. Hook your hands behind your knees."

"What are you going to do?" He didn't sound nervous, merely curious.

Vegeta smirked to himself. "Something I think you'll really enjoy."
And then this tongue was on Kakarotto's entrance and the boy squealed at the
unexpected sensation. He worked determinedly on loosening him up and it worked
very quickly. By the time he was able to work his tongue and two fingers inside,
Kakarotto was nothing more than an incoherent wreak.

"Have you gone off somewhere?" the prince asked teasingly. The teen's
eyes were open but he wasn't looking at anything.

"Don't stop. Please don't stop!" he said in a dazed tone of voice.
Being licked down there had to be the best thing he had ever experienced
in his short life.

"I'm afraid that if I continue that you'll never return. It can wait until
some other time." He spat into his palm and stroked himself. It was crude
but he was sure that it would be enough.

He positioned himself. "Bear down as if you're going to the bathroom. It'll
open you up wider."

His face contorted slightly. "This feels strange."

"It may feel that way now, but it definitely won't feel that way in a
minute." Holding himself steady he steadily pushed forward with his hips
until the head of his cock had disappeared. He watched Kakarotto's face to see
if he was alright and his expression was certainly interesting. "I'm not
sure if you want me to continue, or if you want me to pull out."

Long-fingered hands grabbed his hips. "Don't you dare pull out!" Then
the teen blushed when he realized what he'd said and who he'd said it to.
"That is, if you don't want to, Master," he quickly added.

Vegeta thrust forward experimentally and his "slave" arched his back
up to meet him. "I don't know, Kakarotto, you were being awfully
disrespectful a moment ago."

"My apologies, Master," he gasped. "I'll never do it again!"

"See that you don't." He worked himself the rest of the way inside
Kakarotto's body and did not move for a long moment, relishing the feel of his
passage clenching around him. When Kakarotto began to push back against him
again, he knew that he was ready for him to continue, so he began to move,
slowly at first, then with increasing speed. With every forward thrust Kakarotto
squeezed, creating more friction on Vegeta's rock-solid member. He also gave a
little roll of his hips when the prince bottomed out.

"Faster, master. Please!"

Unfortunately Vegeta was going as fast as he reasonably could since he didn't
want to hurt the teen, but Kakarotto began frantic, thrusting his own body and
gripping Vegeta's hips with his hands in an attempt to make him speed up. The
prince readjusted his position, pushing Kakarotto nearly up onto his shoulders
and using gravity to aid him. He could only hold on as his request was honored
by the prince.

Kakarotto came again, his body not used to such pleasure, but Vegeta resisted
the urge to join him. The sight of the teen, his face and body taut with
unimaginable ecstasy, his mouth open in a soundless cry, was nearly too much to
bear. For a few more minutes he continued at his relentless pace and, much to
his astonishment, Kakarotto began to grow erect again. But Vegeta was becoming
tired and his control was not infinite. He thrust one final time and emptied
himself within his lover's body, collapsing on top of him in a way that wasn't
the least bit comfortable. After a moment, he hugged Kakarotto to him and rolled
over carefully, miraculously not sliding out in the process.

For several long moments they both simply existed. Kakarotto's breathing had
quieted, but he still lay limply against the prince. Vegeta thought that he was
asleep at first, but then tiny movements against his thigh became noticeable and
he remembered that the teen was still hard.

"You should be exhausted," he murmured.

"'m not. Still want you." His voice was thick with sleep.

"And you can have me, but not right now. Tomorrow's another day."

"'kay." Kakarotto buried his face into his neck and slipped off into
slumber completely.

Although Vegeta was tired, but mind wouldn't allow him to sleep just yet. He
almost couldn't believe that he'd just made love to Kakarotto. It was something
that he thought would never be possible even after he'd purchased him from the
tavern-keeper in Hillys. Exchanging money for Kakarotto had never meant to him
what it had meant to others. He didn't want a slave and it made him angry to
know that other people did. Once he became king, he would put an end to slavery
once and for all and he hoped that the current, and future, victims could hold
out until then.

Kakarotto was truly a special person. He had still retained his sweetness,
though he he'd had little reason to, and was eager to please. Vegeta was even
starting to think that he did things for him because he liked him instead of out
of obligation. And he smiled. Constantly. That was enough to convince him that
he'd done the right thing.

He pulled the teen closer, twining their tails together, and kissed him atop his
unruly head of hair. "I love you, Kakarotto," he whispered. And he was
very surprised to realize that it was the absolute truth.

***

He awoke to the sound of Kakarotto bathing. He did this often, sometimes almost
desperately as if he'd been denied this simple pleasure in the past. Vegeta
watched him with a lazy smile on his face. He would never grow tired of seeing
those graceful hands caress himself.

Kakarotto dried himself with a square of linen, his face still turned away from
the bed. "How much longer will you lay there, Master?"

A little surprised that he'd noticed his scrutiny, Vegeta said, "I'm rising
right now. Have you left any water in the kettle?"

"Of course." He paused to kiss him good morning before heading over to
his bag. Vegeta watched him walk away, fondly remembering how it had felt to be
deep inside such a fine ass.

Kakarotto's seed had dried in flaky patches on his skin that, in all honesty,
felt disgusting. He poured fresh hot water into the basin from the kettle that
hung in the room's small fireplace and briskly began to wash. He could hear
Kakarotto relieving himself in the chamber pot nearby. All in all, it made him
feel very domestic. He could easily imagine dressing Kakarotto or taming his
wild black hair just as easily as he could imagine having sex with him.

"Master?" He blinked and looked over at his lover. "Is everything
alright?"

"Yes," he smiled, kissing him. "Everything's fine."

"I'm glad." He leaned into him and sighed happily. "Lady Fiyone
rose with the sun. She's probably finished with breakfast."

"Good. I'm ready to move on. Hopefully their market will be open after we
eat." Vegeta kissed him once more before heading over to their things and
dressing for the day.

***

Kakarotto exited the room before his master and knew immediately that something
was wrong. The Lady was too quiet as were the two daughters and he knew that all
three of them had risen just by listening to their movements before he'd gotten
out of bed. As he and the prince moved down the narrow hallway, the sound of
whispering became audible. Why would they be whispering unless they had
something to hide?

"Master," he said softly and seriously, "I think they know."

"Know what?" he asked before he caught himself. Of course they knew.
It wasn't as if either of them had been very quiet and the sound of the
headboard colliding with the wall behind it had probably been a dead giveaway.
"It doesn't matter," he said. "Having sex with other men isn't
illegal. Not anymore, at least."

The teen shook his head. "But it might cause you trouble. I'm sorry,
Master."

"Don't be. If given a chance to do things over, I'll choose to make love to
you every time."

They entered the small dining room where the three women sat around the table,
their heads bent close together. Lady Fiyone's face was a mask of disgust while
her daughters' reactions were less intense. Emalyn looked disappointed, but
Krissandra actually looked interested.

"Mother, they can't help who they are," Krissandra said in a
frustrated voice as if she'd said this more than once. "In truth, I can't
help but find it arousing."

Emalyn looked shocked while her mother looked horrified. "Krissandra!"
the older woman said, her eyes wide.

"What? They're both really very handsome, don't you think?"

Kakarotto blushed deeply while Vegeta shuddered. "Ladies," he said,
attracting their attention, "good morning. I must extend my sincere
apologies for last night. I fear my servant and I were a little...
disruptive."

"Oh, please don't worry about that." Krissandra couldn't take her eyes
off him and expression was a little unnerving. "I enjoyed every moment of
it."

"We'll be leaving now. Thank you for your hospitality." Vegeta
couldn't get out of there fast enough. He paid the Lady of the House and
returned to the guest room to get their things. Kakarotto remained in the dining
room, not quite able to look at anyone. When Vegeta returned he was out the door
almost before he was.

They were almost to the market when the teen spoke. "That was
embarrassing."

"And disturbing," the prince added. "Krissandra would very much
like a threesome."

"Please don't continue." Kakarotto looked miserable. "I'd rather
not think about that."

The prince wrapped and arm around his waist and pulled him close. "Then
shall I take your mind off it, then?" he whispered. "I want you to
service me tonight. We're still a few days from our destination, but I'm willing
to risk discovery in the forest if I can feel your soft lips wrapped around my
cock."

Heat rose in his cheeks. "Your wish is my command, Master."

"Have I ever told you how much I love it when you call me that? But only if
you're doing it of your own free will. Otherwise it's just wrong." With
that thought Vegeta's good mood evaporated. "You haven't been free in so
long, Kakarotto. You were just a child when you were taken away from your
homeland."

"Vegeta, do you believe in Fate?"

He was startled to hear his name spoken by his love without the slightest trace
of uncertainty. "Not particularly, no."

"I do. I believe that all of the bad things I've went through as a slave
was leading up to the moment that you bought me from Grott. Every beating, every
rape, every humiliation had a purpose."

"I very much want to believe that," the prince whispered. "For
your sake, and for mine." Kakarotto smiled and kissed him there on the
street, uncaring of who saw them. As Lios was a human town, there were more than
a few dirty looks, but no one said anything.

Within an hour they were on the road again. Kakarotto walked with newfound
confidence, his head held high, and Vegeta liked to see him that way. He knew
that there was still darkness inside of his lover, but they had time to get rid
of it all.

Noon saw them beneath a tree just off the road enjoying a brief lunch of bread
and cheese along with apples that Kakarotto had picked. It was the teen's
favorite way to spend a meal. Their dessert was the enjoyment of each other's
lips and a little light fondling.

Suddenly Kakarotto stiffened. "There are five men around us: two on the
left, one on the road, and two in the trees. The ones above us have
crossbows." He didn't make any sign that he'd noticed their attackers, his
lips still pressed against Vegeta's.

"Damn thieves," the prince cursed softly.

The bandits remained hidden in the trees, making no move to rob them.
Kakarotto's mind worked furiously to try to find them a way out of this dire
situation. "Do you trust me?"

"With my life," he answered honestly.

"Unfortunately this may very well come down to life or death. When you feel
me move, roll away in the opposite direction. Don't do anything but keep your
head down. I'll handle the rest."

"Are you insane?" Vegeta's heart was pounding. The thought of
Kakarotto's body lying cold and lifeless on the ground was in the forefront of
his mind.

"You trust me, remember? Now go." Kakarotto rolled right while Vegeta,
after only a brief moment's hesitation, rolled left. Two crossbow bolts
penetrated the ground where they last were.

Vegeta did as instructed, his eyes clenched shut. He heard the sounds of combat,
of men crying out in pain. Then he heard the distinctive sound of a crossbow
discharging, its bolt finding its mark in living flesh, judging by the scream he
heard. As quickly as the battle began, it was over, and since Vegeta wasn't
being dragged from his hiding place, he assumed that Kakarotto had won. Somehow.

He opened his eyes. The teen was rifling through through the clothing and
pouches of the dead men, coldly and efficiently relieving them of all their
valuables. Vegeta watched with wide eyes as the timid teenager he'd traveled
with for days behaved like a seasoned warrior. It was obvious that he had done
this before.

"Kakarotto," he swallowed thickly. Training against his father's lazy
guards had not prepared him for the reality of battle.

"Hmm, master?" He removed another dagger from its sheath. It was a
fine weapon and would probably fetch them a lot in Fisher's Cove.

"You killed them." His voice sounded faint and his head was pounding
in time with his pulse. "They're dead."

"Uh huh. I had to or else we would be dead. I'll do anything to
protect you, Master." He tossed another pouch filled with coins onto the
assembled pile of loot. "Looks like they've robbed quite a few
people."

Vegeta sighed. He was right. There had been no other options. But it was so sad
that Kakarotto had blood on his hands. He was still so young.

Soon they had a sizeable collection of small objects to sell, one so large that
they had to fashion a sack out of one man's shirt just to carry it all.
Kakarotto smiled at the prince, seemingly unfazed by what he'd done. Vegeta, on
the other hand, was a little unnerved. It had undoubtedly changed the way he
viewed his love.

They continued on their way to Fisher's Cove, silent for a long while. If Vegeta
were to look at Kakarotto's face he would have seen a struggle there. The teen
knew that he had done something completely out of character, and that Vegeta had
been bothered by it, but he couldn't bring himself to feel regret. His master's
life had been spared, as well as his own, and that meant far more to him than
Vegeta's unease. He would endure an eternity of uncomfortable silence as long as
it meant he could remain by his master's side.

"Kakarotto, I'm sorry you had to do that, but I understand. Really."
The afternoon was on the fast-track to evening, the sun slanting over their
bodies and casting long shadows across the dirt road. "It doesn't change
how I feel about you."

"Really? Are you sure?" His face was hopeful and he was far too happy
to stop and apologize for daring to question his master.

"Yes. How can I feel anything other than love for you?"

A wave of intense affection for his newest master nearly swept him away. There
had never been a moment before this one that he'd believed in Fate so strongly.
He could almost be grateful for the hardships he'd gone through since it had
earned him such a wonderful reward. "I will tell you a story, Master. It's
the only way I know of that's good enough."

"Good enough?"

"Yes, to thank you for being so good to me." Kakarotto smiled at him
and it remained even after he began his tale. His past was simply that and
knowing that it had had a purpose lessened the power it had over him. "My
people were the keepers of the Key. It was what they'd guarded for centuries and
continued to guard even though they didn't remember what it was for. It had
become the primary reason for their existence and every child was raised to
understand that as well as they understood themselves.

"Four years ago the barbarians came. They sought the Key and knew exactly
what its true purpose was. It opens some sort of gateway that they wanted to
lead their own people into, a place that's supposed to be beautiful beyond
anything in this world. My people would not allow them to have it. Our ancestors
have instructed us in the writings that no one was to ever use the Key under any
circumstances. They upheld this vow with honor and all of them perished that
day. Men, women, and children alike. I am the sole survivor." He shook his
head, tears stinging his eyes. "All their lives were wasted to protect me.
For a place that poses no threat to anyone. It's paradise, master! How could
paradise be bad?"

The prince didn't answer his question. He couldn't quite get passed the fact
that Kakarotto had implied that he, himself, was the Key. But how was that
possible? "You're the Key?" he tried to ask, but it came out as more
of a statement.

"Yes. Well, I'm not the Key, but it is a part of me. It's been there
since just after I was born. Every time the bearer of the Key is close to death,
they remove it and place it within someone else who is compatible with it. The
Elders figured that everyone would look for an object and not think to look for
a person."

"It was a good idea," he admitted. "I just don't like the fact
that it makes you a target."

"Oh, they don't know where I am. I escaped from the battle after killing
the men who were after me. Unfortunately I was captured by slavers before I
could get to the nearest city. Exhaustion had caught up to me and I fell asleep
against my will." He linked arms with his master. "I trust you. You
deserve to know the truth about me."

He had indeed wanted to know more about his lover, but learning that there were
people after him who would cheerfully end his life made him realize that there
were some things he could definitely live without knowing about. "No one
will hurt you as long as I have breath in my body," he swore.

Kakarotto kissed him. "I know," he said with a smile.
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