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Yaoi RPG	By : arvan Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 7199 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: I don't have much warning to give, except for the foul words, the occasional random crap and whatnots. Not too sure yet.

Smoke and ashes
"What the fuck are you doing!?" Vegeta raved, starting a series of protest and struggles as he was very ceremoniously and rather rudely turned around and pinned down onto the bed of leaves. He felt a hand roaming his injured back, almost an experimental caress; a caress he didn't want! "Get your hands off me!"
Turles ignored the priest trashing in his hold as he tried to take a good look at his injury… not happening… his guest refused to co-operate, he was going to tear the wound open again.
Vegeta's eyes widened as he felt a gentle but firm slap against his rear, he froze; shocked at the unexpected impact.
"Relax" Turles employed the same tactic he would use on his wolf pack whenever he wanted them to snap out of their current state of mind, redirecting their attention elsewhere. It worked. His guest had remained still, now he could attend to his task.
The flesh was still pink and raw but the wound was indeed healing, the hole starting to close up. Turles looked up from his observation, he nodded his approval; another few days and the traveller would be as good as new. He then turned to Vegeta, surprised to find him shaking… was he crying?
Turles leaned over closer.
"You…. Bastard!" Vegeta raged, his face red with shame and embarrassment; he did not appreciate being spanked like a child. He lashed out at Turles, scoring a hit to the side of his face.
(Turles HP – 14, ?/?)
"Hey stop it!" Turles' attempts to restrain Vegeta only fuelled him to fight harder. Until finally Vegeta kicked out, introducing his foot to Turles' face, knocking him backwards; his back hit the ground with a loud thump along with an impressive foot imprint on his face.
(Turles HP – 21, ?/?)
(Vegeta has increased Strength stats)
Vegeta was on Turles immediately. Disregarding his own pain, he grabbed a fistful of the man's shirt; accidently tearing the thin material, exposing the tanned skin belonging to a six-pack body. Vegeta stared, fixated at those hard muscles; a calm silence passed between them before a purr brought Vegeta's attention back to the man under him. A pair of cocky eyes greeted him and a smirk that had the words 'cocksure bastard' written all over it.
"I'm usually the one on top, but you… aren't you a little minx" Turles placed a hand gently on Vegeta's bare thigh as he started a low, seductive growl.
"You!" Vegeta's face took on a deeper crimson.
"Is everything alright in here? I heard noises and…" the mouse temporarily lost his ability to speak as he took in the sight… his prince without his shirt and his hand on the traveller's thigh… the traveller in his underclothes, straddling the prince… oh… "I didn't see anything… nor did I hear anything…" the little grey mouse quickly scampered away, shooing everyone else who came to investigate.
"It's not what you..!" Vegeta turned his head, intending to call the mouse back and explain when Turles pulled him down; taking advantage of his distraction. He quickly turned the tables on Vegeta, pinning him under him; earning himself an eye candy of the man under him. A sharp hiss stopped him from his observations. He looked up in confusion as he realised the man had gone quiet, save for his heavy breathing; and the look of agony on his face.
Then he smelled it… blood. Shit, he had forgotten about the guy's wound. His playful mood quickly replaced by one of concern as he turned Vegeta to his side. Vegeta had shut his eyes tight, biting down on his teeth; the pain was excruciating. There was no fucking way this was 5%! He felt a light pressure, followed by a moist sensation as his pain was soothed away. He sighed, closing his eyes as his breathing slowed down to a normal pace.
Turles covered him with the pelt as he laid beside him, brushing the hair and sweat off Vegeta's face. The mood was gone; the traveller needed his rest.

Vegeta groaned as morning came, reluctant to get up as he pulled his 'fur blanket' closer to him, snuggling into the hard, warm 'pillow'… enjoying the sensation of fingers lightly tracing along his bare back…
Wait a minute…
Vegeta's eyes snapped open, rivalling the speed of a reverse bear trap. He cast his eyes downwards without making the slightest of movements… feeling the hard and bare chest he was resting on move upwards and down again with each breath the man took.
WHAT THE HELL!?
The man smirked, well aware his guest was awake.
Turles grinned as Vegeta started angling his head upwards towards him, their faces at close proximity. "Good morning"
"It's you!" Vegeta pushed himself off Turles, launching himself backwards in an almost frantic effort to get away from him. He pushed too hard however and ended up slamming his sensitive back against the wooden structure. #$% ! He cursed; why the hell did it always have to be his back!?
Turles smirked at Vegeta's reaction as he started to get up himself. "Be careful; don't want to open that up again"
Vegeta immediately snatched up the pelt, covering his almost naked state from Turles' prying eyes. He pressed his back against the wooden walls, keeping Turles in his sight. "Where are my clothes?"
"Oh that? I had to undress you in order to clean your wounds and there were just too many layers. Don't worry I'll get you something else to wear later" Turles grinned as Vegeta started a very bright burn.
"And the underwear….?" Vegeta dreaded to know.
"It was soaked with blood so I removed it" Turles shrugged. Vegeta was horrified. No… it wouldn't be fair of him to judge Turles so harshly. He had saved and healed him… just because this was a BL game doesn't mean…
"Did you do anything to me while I was unconscious?" Vegeta brought the pelt closer, covering the upper region now in addition to his lower region.
"Other than undress you, have an eyeful while I was at it, apply the healing salve on your back and dressing you in my underwear? Hmmm… no"
Vegeta left out a sigh of relief despite his embarrassment; that wasn't so bad... A fraction of a second later, however…
"This is your underwear!?" Vegeta removed the pelt from his body but only slightly, allowing a small opening as he stared downwards at the black leather skin underwear he was wearing. Turles was in his space in an instant, his face inches away from his; so close that Vegeta could feel his breath against his skin.
Vegeta held back a breath as Turles' bigger frame towered over him. Vegeta's mind raced at their close proximity; he found him intimidating, another part of him however, found the circumstance he was in rather… arousing.
In that same moment, he felt a gentle but firm tug as the pelt was striped from his person; Turles having removed it, dropping it to the ground around their feet. Vegeta's breath hitched.
Turles smiled; noting the light blush on Vegeta's face and a spicy scent about him, advertising his arousal. "It suits you" Turles leaned forward, his face inching closer towards Vegeta's. Vegeta felt himself falling; like a spell had been cast on him. His eyes never left Turle's, not even a blink.
"I brought breakfast~!"
Immediately the 'spell' was broken. The grey mouse was about to announce breakfast again when Turles came flying out of the wooden structure, landing some distance beside it.
(Turles HP – 32, ?/?)
"Your highness!?" the mouse turned as a heavy aura poured from the structure, belonging to a very pissed off Vegeta.
"You... "
Turles rubbed his sore head, laughing good-naturedly as he did. "Alright. I'll go get you some clothes while you have something to eat"
"Ah breakfast?" the little mouse brought Vegeta's attention back to it. Not wanting to go outside wearing nothing but the leather underwear in order to clobber that smug bastard, as well as the need to save some bit of dignity; Vegeta relented to the idea of breakfast.

"I'm not wearing any of these" Vegeta glared at the assortment of outfits Turles brought in. Damn these hentai games! Each garment made him feel naked in all regions, painting him in the image of a male sex symbol.
"These are all I have that are suitable for mages. Can't weigh you down with armour" Turles shrugged.
Vegeta cursed his luck. Turles was right, he couldn't wear anything heavy, he needed light garments; light armour being the max he could manage for his class. He turned to Turles. "Don't you have any light armour?"
A few minutes later with a little customisation as well as a mix and match, Vegeta was satisfied. He was almost decently dressed in a +5 Cha/ +3 Int tight white crop turtleneck and a pair of +4 Agi light brown leggings that left nothing to the imagination. It would have to do.
"Nice legs" Vegeta turned around in time to see a smirking Turles who was scanning his eyes all over his thighs.
"All the better to kick you with" he scowled.
"So? Are you really a traveller?" Turles came closer.
"If that's what you call someone who's not from this world then yes"
"So what happened? Did the king's men attack the village you were in?" Vegeta's silence was all the answer he needed. "Thought so, same old. You're not the first"
"Where the hell does he take them and why" Vegeta turned around to give Turles his full attention.
"Frankly I don't know other than they're brought to the South Continent, all this shit was already happening while I was swimming in my father's balls"
"Ch! Lovely. You could have just said you weren't born yet" He sighed. "I suppose I should thank you. For saving me" Once again Vegeta found himself cornered by Turles.
"Well then. Be my uke and we'll call it even"
"What the hell's a uke" Vegeta edged further away from Turles. This guy didn't seem to know the meaning of personal space! Vegeta had a sinking suspicion he now knew the possible purpose for the use of his Chastity Shield. He might just need it.
"The guy who's down on all fours and gets hammered like a nail"
"THE FUCK?!" Vegeta's face took on a shade of hot iron red.
Turles grinned at Vegeta's awkwardness; he closed the distance between them. "I can tell you're not adverse" He tilted Vegeta's chin up to meet his gaze. "Who knows, maybe we might even have a kid some day"
"If you can also picture yourself carrying it to term for the next 9 months and shitting it out of your ass then go knock yourself out!" Vegeta slapped his hand away as he turned, making his way out of the wooden house.
"Hey wait up, I want to give you something!" Turles hastily grabbed a wooden staff, intending to go after him.
"What the fuck! Put me down!"
"?" Turles rushed outside, just in time to see a giant owl carry Vegeta off in one of its talons. "Oh shit... not cockeye Hoot again..." Turles shook his head. How many times had that bird mistaken someone or something else for it's chicks. He doubt the bird even knew how many chicks were in the nest. Seriously, it shouldn't venture out in the day when it's vision was at its poorest.
"Everyone stay calm... I'll go get him" Turles crouched, switching to his animal form; a wolf before running in the direction of the owl's nest, the hollow mountains, beyond the edge of the forest.

Reaching the owl's nest just before night fall, Turles snickered at the scene before him.
Vegeta had retreated to the edge of the nest, keeping his distance as the owl came closer towards him, pushing him to eat the source of food it had brought him; worms.
"Which part of the word 'no', don't you understand!? Get that disgusting thing away from me! You birdbrain!" Vegeta's skin crawled as he eyed the worms wiggling in the owl's mouth.
"You know you should listen to mama bird and eat your proteins" Turles laughed.
"You!" Vegeta turned to the direction of Turles' voice.
"Tell you what, I'll come back once you're done with dinner" Turles could not resist teasing him.
"I swear if you leave me alone with this fucking bird!"
The sight of Vegeta's harassed look only made Turles laugh more. A few more laughs and he relented, saving Vegeta from the owl's feeding attempts by directing its attention to its other fledglings.
"Looks like you owe me one again" Turles pulled Vegeta into his embrace.
"Hn!"
"Come on, just follow the path and we'll be down before you know it" Turles guided Vegeta down the mountains. They were about halfway down when Turles stopped.
"Turles?" Vegeta noticed he had gone silent, looking upwards into the sky as flocks of birds cried out, flying frantically from the direction of the forest. Then he saw it. Clouds of black smoke and a colour of red in the far distance that could only mean one thing. Fire.
"No..." Turles crouched, taking the wolf form as he sprint off towards the forest.
"Turles!" Vegeta ran after him.

It was too late.
By the time Vegeta reached the camp site, everything was reduced to soot. Vegeta walked slowly, taking careful steps as he approached Turles.
"Damn it!" Turles slammed his fist against the scorched earth. "They came..." Turles stretched his hand out, showing a crest from a damaged shield. "The King's men..."
Vegeta felt sick with guilt; first the village youths and now this...
"If you're going after him, then I'm going with you"
"?" Vegeta blinked.
"I said I'm going with you" Turles stood up, facing Vegeta as he did.
"Are you insane!? After what happened here because I was here!?" Turles stunned Vegeta into silence with a kiss.
"There's another head that deserves that blame and it's not you. Your goal is now mine, your enemy has become mine" Turles's face was one of determination, one that was on par with his sorrow.
Vegeta nodded, his mind made up as well.
"I did not come alone. A friend of mine is also in this world, but he is now beyond my reach" Vegeta thought back on Goku. If he knew his friend as well as he thought he did. Goku would likely head towards the Palace in the South Continent, looking for him.
"Then we head towards the palace as well, if he isn't caught yet then your paths would cross sooner or later. Before that, we would also need to train" Vegeta agreed with Turles' suggestion.
"Here. I wanted to give you this earlier" Turles placed the wooden staff in Vegeta's hand, the only thing in the camp that wasn't burned.
(Vegeta has obtained +8 Int/ +6 Def/ +300 MP, Gaia of Earth staff)
(Turles unlocked. Turles has joined the party)
(Turles is now a potential love interest)
(Vegeta and Turles has scored +15 Love points, relationship improved)
"My name's Vegeta"
For once, Vegeta had not bothered to check his profile stats as he looked down at the gift before meeting Turles' eyes.
This debt of blood will be paid in blood.

To be continued ~

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I hope to see you all again soon ~ XD
Strength = Str
Defence = Def
Dexterity = Dex
Constitution = Con
Intelligence = Int
Charisma = Cha
Agility = Agi
Goku, Fighter, lvl 3, (HP 640, MP 260)
Wind Slash lvl 2, (elemental attack, 1.5x Str)
Thrust Attack lvl 1, (1.8x Str)
Taunt lvl 1, (attract enemies' attention)
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Vegeta, Priest, lvl 3, (HP 280, MP 870)
Heal lvl 2, (25% hp recovery)
Holy Arrow lvl 1, (Single attack, 0.5x INT)
Chastity Shield Lvl 1, (10% less damage, proposition by enemies might fail)
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Turles, lvl 21 (Forest Prince, Melee Rouge), (HP 4800, MP 3150)
Backstab lvl 5, ((base Str + Dex) x 0.8)
Poison Dart lvl 3, (enemies lose 10% hp on first strike, 5% hp for 10 mins)
Vanish lvl 4, (becomes visible when engaging enemies, might fail 35%)
Shapeshift (wolf) lvl 2, (2x Str, 1.5x Agi, Def – 20%)
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