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The Ouji	By : Horuseye Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 8208 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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OK, it took long to write this here. I�m
deeply sorry. I should actually work for University at the moment � but here I
am, writing again. *shrugs* Hope you enjoy it! ^_^

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Chapter 05

Turles fought hard to suppress the slight
tremble that threatened to take over his body. It was hard, though. The man in
front of him was the most powerful individual in the Japanese underworld. He
might be younger than him, but Turles would never be able to gather enough
power in his life to even come close to his. One word and he was dead meat.

The Ouji�s eyes seemed to bore into his soul,
judging him, weighting his worthiness, deciding his fate. Turles hoped he would
be allowed to state his request before being killed, or worse� But he had to
get this right. His nephew�s life was at stake, after all.

After a while the Ouji seemed to be satisfied
with what he saw and gave him a slight nod of his head. �You may speak.�

Turles let out a quiet sigh of relief and
cleared his throat. �I apologise for the trouble my family was giving you,
Ouji-sama. [1] I assure you that if I had known about Raditz�s plans earlier I
would have done everything within my power to prohibit it. But my power within
my family is limited; my influence on my brother is vanishing drastically.�
Turles paused and try to think of the correct way to put his following words.
�My brother � even after all he did, he loves his son. I really can�t blame him
for loving his children, but he�s putting the rest of the family at stake for the
safety of his oldest. It�s not just that he refuses to search for him, he
blockades my every attempt to find him myself. If this continues I won�t be
able to find Raditz in time, before it�s too late.�

The Ouji�s stare intensified. �Stop beating
about the bush, Turles. What are you asking from me? It is not my task
to find your wayward nephew. You have to find him, or your whole family
is doomed.�

Turles gulped and started to sweat. He
whispered. �I�d need the full control over my family to be able to fulfil your
request.�

Vegeta laughed out loud, the dark sound sent
shivers down Turles' spine. He knew he might just have signed his death
sentence with his request.

After his laughter had died down to a deep
chuckle the Ouji answered with a dangerous tone in his voice. �It seems that
treason runs through your family. Why should I lower myself to help you
overthrow your brother? Tell me, Turles.�

�May I speak freely?� After receiving a
confirming nod, Turles continued. �It�s not me who is the traitor. If I
had a choice I�d rather not lead the family, but I have none. If I don�t act
everything will be lost to us. Bardock locked himself up in his office; the men
are starting to worry, but still they are too loyal to him to follow me like
they should. And I�ve found that Raditz�s influence within the family is far
stronger than I�ve expected. If I am to break through all these defences I need
more power than I posses. It�s not only this I�m worrying about. I do still
have some reliable sources, and what they told me worries me more than anything
else. It seems that some of your old enemies have returned to Japan,
Vegeta-sama. The Ginyu-Force is back, and they are starting to gather men
around them.�

Vegeta�s eye�s widened. �What?! This is
impossible - Nappa! Why haven�t I heard of it yet?�

Nappa, who had been standing in the shadows
until now, jumped at the tone of his master. �None of our informants have told
us anything like that yet, but ��

�But?!�

�� some of them have gone missing. I didn�t
think that much of it. It happens from time to time, and sometimes they may
sudden reappear after a while. But if this is true � �

Vegeta made a movement to silence his long
time bodyguard and fixed his eyes on his guest again. �Are your sources really
trustworthy? Are you trustworthy? How do I know that you don�t work for
Raditz?�

Turles straightened his back and made direct
eye contact with Vegeta. �I have an offer which can possibly prove my
trustworthiness, Ouji-sama. I do not want to gather power; I just want to
prevent what might happen if I don�t interfere. I have the suspicion that my
nephew has joined forces with the remains of the Cold family. I still remember
the dark days under Frieza�s control, and if I can do anything to prevent it
from happening again, I�ll do it. I�ll offer you complete control, everything
that belongs to my family, we will be under your direct command from now on. We
will give up our independence and power and be servants to you and your family,
obey your every command as long as you wish it so. I will do everything within
my power to find out as much as I can about the plans of the Cold family and my
nephew, but I�d need men who I can trust not to betray me and, above all, you.
That�s all I can offer to you.�

Nappa stared in barely concealed awe at the
man. Never in history had any of the Yakuza families ever been willing to give
up their power and independence to their leader. Even though there had always
been someone who ruled all the Yakuza families, every family had their rights,
including their independence and their family holdings, which couldn�t be
touched without causing uproar within the underworld.

Vegeta had his facial expression under much
better control than his bodyguard. A dark smirk appeared on his lips and he
nodded, satisfied. �I like the way you think, Turles. You might prove useful in
the future. From now on you�ll lead your family. Our � deal is to be kept a
secret for now. We don�t want our enemies to become suspicious, do we? Just
remember in time, Turles, that you all belong to me from now on.�

Turles bowed his head in deep respect. �I
will, Ouji-sama.�

Vegeta nodded in satisfaction. �I�ll give you
some of my trustworthy men. Do whatever necessary to gather information about
the Cold family and the scum surrounding them. Don�t do anything drastic now,
just gather the information. This time I
want all of them killed. No loose ends that can come back someday. Understood?�

Turles bowed again. �Understood, Ouji-sama, I
will not fail you.� He looked up carefully, trying to find out how his master�s
mood was at the moment.

Vegeta frowned slightly. �Anything else?�

Turles hesitated a moment before asking
carefully. �May I ask what shape my younger nephew is in? Is it possible for me
to see him anytime soon? I do not want to be presumptuous, but I�m very worried
for him.�

Vegeta�s facial expression hardened and his
eyes narrowed to slits. He slowly got up and planted both of his hands on the
wooden table between them, coming close and eye to eye to Turles. �I will tell
you this once and never again. He is mine! Don�t even think about trying
to free him. You would regret it, believe me.�

Turles stared at him in shock, his trembling
returned. �I� I understand, Ouji-sama.�
Never he would have thought that his nephew would
become the pet of the Ouji.

After eyeing his opposite a moment longer,
Vegeta seemed to be satisfied with what he saw. Slowly he seated himself in his
huge leather chair again. �I might allow you to see him, as soon as you have
proven your worthiness to me. Be assured that he is quite well at the moment.
Now go with Nappa and meet my men. He�ll tell you what you need to know for the
present. You may go now.�

Turles stood up hurriedly and bowed deeply
again. �Thank you, Ouji-sama. I�ll not disappoint you.�

Goku glared into the mirror, scowling angrily
at his reflection. That was the third garment he tried on, and he still wasn�t
satisfied with his appearance. He doubted that ever would, with his actual
wardrobe.

�Kimonos [2]. Why the hell do I have to wear kimonos?
Of course that asshole had to cut my pants � now I�m stuck with this �
traditional shit.�

He rolled his eyes and groaned. He was so
preoccupied that he didn�t even hear the soft sound of the door opening and
closing.

When strong arms circled his slender waist, he
jumped in surprise and tried to turn around, with no avail.

He heard the person�s laughter rumbling deep
in that muscular chest, and relaxed when he recognised who it was that had
captured him. He leaned back into the muscular frame of his � master? � lover?
Who cared?

Knowing hands travelled his body, making him
shiver with need and longing.

�Nice � very nice indeed.� Vegeta purred in
his pet�s ear, nipping carefully at the soft lobe.

Goku gasped at the feeling and started to
writhe slightly in his arms. �Ahh! Stop it� we � mmnnhh � have to talk� �

Vegeta had opened the kimono�s front just
enough to slip his hand towards those deliciously sensitive nipples, pinching
them hard while his other hand travelled south. He chuckled darkly. �I�m
listening.�

Goku�s annoyed groan turned into a deep moan
when Vegeta�s hand found the prize it sought, beneath the layers of the
traditional clothing.

�Why do I � ahh � damnhhaaa � wear aahhhh �
kimooohhh � kimono � mmnnh�� Goku�s breath now came out in short gasps. His blood
was on fire, fuelled by the skilful massage Vegeta gave to his cock and balls
while manipulating his nipples and ravaging his tender throat. His knees
started to buckle and he didn�t know how long he could stand that torture
anymore.

�Because� � Goku shuddered when the Ouji�s hot
breath caressed his shivering skin. �� it�s fun � � Skilled fingers started to
undo the sash of the garment. �� to unwrap you.� The garment fell open, and
Vegeta�s hands were once again all over his heated skin.

Goku made a soft mewling sound and turned his
head just enough to be caught in that dark, passionate gaze of his seducer. He
willingly opened his mouth for his Ouji to ravish thoroughly, battling with his
tongue before submitting to the passionate Yakuza, who had somehow managed to
worm through his defences, claiming him in process.

When the kiss was broken, the hands on his
body stilled, he opened his eyes he didn�t know he had closed, and returned the
intense gaze that sought out his very soul. He couldn�t help but smile lovingly
at the older man, moving his head slightly to brush his lips tenderly against
the other�s, murmuring softly. �How could I oppose that?�

He slowly turned around and wrapped his arms
around that powerhouse of muscles, intensifying the kiss, rubbing himself
against that luscious body. Strong arms wrapped around him, again, holding him
as close as possible, creating delicious friction between naked skin and rough
cloth. When they broke again for the need of oxygen, Goku�s eyes were glazed
over with need and hunger. As soon as he could gather enough breath to speak,
he whispered the words that would be Vegeta�s undoing tonight. �Need you.�

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[1] Is this the correct way to address him?
I�m not entirely sure, but I wanted to express the respect and fear Turles
feels for Vegeta.

[2] I already mentioned beforehand that this
fic was inspirited by the manga Kizuna. There I saw some of the main characters
wearing kimonos, at home like some kind of robe, not so colourful like those a
Geisha is wearing. As far as I could see it really was fun to unwrap. ^_~
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