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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 4

            I didn’t attend the festival where the men and women of the city celebrated the crowning of the new Pharaoh, they ate and danced, drank until there cups grew dry; I couldn’t be apart of that celebration, not because I wasn’t allowed to partake in the festivities, it was because I couldn’t face him; not after what we were so close to doing. The shame of that rite haunted me for weeks afterwards. I didn’t leave the temple, I spent nights chest fallen against the alter of Amun-Ra begging for forgiveness for my sin against them and the Pharaoh; I shouldn’t have been so weak.

            The saying time heals all wounds turned to be true; in time I moved on from that day, I even took a beautiful wife her name was Chichi. She was my dark raven haired beauty with big brown eyes, she was something to contend with, she was a strict woman, and never afraid to speak her mind when she notices one of my underlings slacking. Yes she was defiantly something to contend with, but she was lacking; she wasn’t him. I think when I met her she reminded me of the Pharaoh, she had dark features, skilled in fighting, and strong willed. I did love her, but not as a dutiful husband, my mind would always stray wondering what adventures the mighty Pharaoh partook in. What kinds of people have he met, what did those foreign lands look like, and was Brolly right there with him, sharing a bed? My mind would always seem to end up there, still wondering about their relationship and if it had gone beyond simple comradely.

            My heart ached in what I like to call now my ‘dark years’ always wondering, avoiding, and pinning. In those years looking back now I see how terribly neglected my wife, surprised even now how she still stuck beside me, making her own excuses for my tardiness in our relationship. She would always smile and say it is the life of a High Priest and my duties to the god’s were far much more important. I only wish to tell her the truth of the manner but it would be jeopardizing to me and Pharaoh, so I remain silent; selfish really.

            Then came the heralding news of the mighty Pharaoh returning home from the city of Karnack with a prized bride to be; I felt utterly crushed by the news, then quickly remembered that I shouldn’t it was expected of him, and even I had a wife now which I lay with at night. It was rumoured the Pharaoh’s queen to be had eyes like the deepest colour of the Nile, and skin like milk. It intrigued me, never before had I seen eyes of that colour and I wondered if it were true, or just idle worship.

            In his arrival he hadn’t come to see me to speak of his ceremony with his woman, no instead he sends a faceless man to bring me the news and ideal preparation; requests of the bride. I felt a sting knowing Vegeta hadn’t wish to see me instead sending someone else to do his bidding. I thought at the time he would come to me himself, I did miss him; after all the time apart I thought he would miss me as well.

            It was the crack of dawn, nothing stirred when I would rise and make my rounds throughout the temple. No other would be awake when I would, waking far before Ra the sun god would peek over the horizon; it was surprising to say the least when a woman knelt at the alter lighting fragrant incense, whispering low to Amun-Ra her prayers. My curiosity got the best of me, instead of leaving her to her own devices, I move towards her. She turned quickly to me, startled. Then I knew who this woman was, her eyes where indeed like the Nile, the brightest blue of the sky, her skin was pale, creamy and she had beautiful curves; she was breath taking, a gem of the rarest kind. I lost my ability to speak wondering if I should hate this woman, condemn her to the pits of the underworld for dare taking my Pharaoh interest or to place her on the alter and make her a goddess for lowly men to pray to. Instead of either of those options I spoke to her instead.

            “Woman is there anything I can help you with?”

            “No Priest, I give you my thanks, but I was just finishing up.” I watched her as she quickly adverted her eyes around the temple, then gave me an imploring look. “Actually Priest I am wondering if the High Priest was awake? I wish to meet him.”

            I was about to make a gesture to my High Priest robes and make her feel slightly unintelligent for her lack of observation; I think it was the jealously in me to do so. But alas I couldn’t since I forgot to place them on that morning. “That would be me, I am Kakarot High Priest of this temple. How can I be a service Princess?”

            “You are Kakarot?” Somehow I knew then that the Pharaoh spoken of me, and by the look in her eyes he spoke quite highly of me. Then I notice the pang of hurt and jealously course through her as well; she knew of me and the Pharaoh! Vegeta had told her! Just as quickly as a striking snake she became smug. “I am Princess Bulma, and it is my understanding that you know of the things I want for my wedding ceremony with MY Pharaoh Vegeta. I expect this is true?”

            I gritted my teeth by the way she had but emphasis on ‘my’ how dare she speak with such finality. “Yes Princess, and it seems you have the same idea as my wife Chichi. I’ll wake her for you so you may speak to her of the things you desire. I have far much more pressing matters to attend to, you understand the status of a High Priest can be demanding.” I spun around leaving her standing there to do whatever she wished; I didn’t have time for a woman like her. Yes she was beautiful but her tongue was vile.

            I didn’t have any pressing matters, nothing of the sort, instead I sat around twiddling my thumbs like a child would waiting for their dinner. I couldn’t help but wonder how much did she know of me, and the things Vegeta had told her; how much information did he give that woman? I came up with my solution, I would ask him when I seen him in private. The idea of being alone with him again to bless him under Amun-Ra didn’t have the same allure it had when he was being crowned, my mind was concentrated on finding information.

            My temple was the place to be that day, people ushering around flowers, scented oils, and offerings being prepared in the gardens. I was surprised I wasn’t bothered, only when one of the many underlings of mine came to me telling me everything was in order and the Pharaoh was waiting for his blessing. My heart raced, not for being alone with him no, but the possible answers to my questions.

            I entered the shrine, and there he sat on a stool waiting, fisting his chin in thought, the smoke from the incense swirling around him giving him a mystifying look. He glanced over to me with his dark eyes and gave me a small smile, nothing compared to the magnificent smiles he once graced me with; I could see the strain the world upon his shoulders weighing him down. I return it with eagerness, but first above all else I must know. “Pharaoh, I must ask you a simple question.”

            He raised his brow and shook his head. “You’re going to ask if I love her? The truth is no, I do not. But I will admit I do feel lust for her.” He looked back to the floor finding something there interesting as he spoke. My heart thumped loudly. “She will make a great Queen for Egypt Kakarot. Does that answer you’re question Kakarot?”

            “No, that wasn’t my question Pharaoh.”

            He stood tall looking directly at me. “I had told you before; once you were in my company you may speak my name.” He smiled widely and moved closer. “I like how you say my name. It makes me feel like a man, and not a… God.”

            My mouth became dry, and I tired hopelessly to regain moisture. “Vegeta.” I nearly purred the name, mentally I slapped myself, I had to ask my damn question. “Vegeta, how much have you told the Princess about…us. I met her this morning before the sun rose, I told her my name and she knew me. How much does she know?”

            The look on his face told me my answer, he was lost, confused. “I… I never have spoken about you to the woman… I don’t know how she would know. I will speak to her about his manner tonight Kakarot.” He looked away from me once again lost to an object on the floor. “I do not wish for you to loose your position Kakarot. I never want any harm to befall you.”

            “And what of you Vegeta? If they find out they would exile you!”

            “It doesn’t matter, in the end I will live, you on the other hand would be disgraced, and killed!” His shoulders shook. “By the God’s Kakarot, I wish… I wish it didn’t have to be this way, I wish none of these laws stand!”

            “If they weren’t where would we be Vegeta?”

            “You would be in my main room right now, crowned as the second ruler of Egypt.” He lifted his head to me, and the passion in his eyes nearly made me swoon. “I love you Kakarot, first I only lusted for you. But over the years you haunted me, my dreams, my waking. All I could think of was you, our childhood together in school, how you make that silly smile when you are unsure of yourself, or that pout when you don’t get an answer correct. I realized how deeply I feel for you the day I heard of your marriage to your woman. I wanted to jump on my chariot, race here and destroy her and take you away with me. Then I knew, it wasn’t simple want and cannot have. I love you.”

            “Ve...Vegeta.” I stumbled back not sure what to make of his confessions. Was it love that I felt for the Pharaoh, did I love him as well? “I am not sure if I feel the same.” I gave him my back, and heard how he flopped back into the stool. “Even still, it doesn’t matter Vegeta, we can never be.”

            “I know.” In his voice I heard utter defeat; and I shared in that angst. Did I love him? At the time I was unsure. “Priest, hurry with the blessing and get this over with.” I could feel the anger roll off him, and this was something I never had seen from him before, this emotion was new to me and I was uncertain how to proceed. Instead we both went through the motions of the blessing, his eyes remained close cutting me off from their beauty. I didn’t deserve such privilege, he had given me his confessions and I had thrown them away like they meant nothing to me. I didn’t deserve the touch of his hand on my chest in our departure, I didn’t deserve the last lingering gaze he gave me when he walked out of my temple with his newly wife.

            From my balcony I watched as the people welcome the Queen giving her gifts, and how Vegeta held her hand tightly, keeping her to his side. The ceremony itself was a blur to me, I performed it but my mind and spirit was elsewhere, wondering, questioning. Did I love the Pharaoh like he loved me?

I wanted to change it up a bit, usually it is Goku who confesses his undying love and Vegeta wondering if he felt the same. Yay for role reversal! I am kinda juggling some ideas for this fic, I’ll figure it out soon. I am uncertain when I will be able to update next since as I mention in ‘spark of light in the abyss’ my laptop decided not to work for me! So I am using one for now but only for today L I am still waiting for my computer nerd to fix it and I been waiting almost 3 weeks now grrr!!!

Thank you for the reviews and ratings, love them guys. Till next time in a land far far away V.W
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