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Before	By : Robyn Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1188 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Before
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Disclaimer: I don’t own DB/Z/GT or any of the characters found in this fic. They are the property of TOEI ANIMATION in Japan and FUNimation in the U.S.A.

Rating – R

Warnings – yaoi, M/M, lemon, cursing, character age prior to what is seen in cannon. Characters written OOC because events that make them who we see them as haven’t happened yet.

Pairing – Turles/Brolli

Beta – Pixelgoddess. :) THANK YOU PIXELGODDESS. (She’s also the instigator by the way. :P )

A/N – I couldn’t find a place in the words to say – hey, Brolli is between 18 and 20 in this and Turles is between 26 and 28. So, I thought I’d use an author’s note to point that out to folks. :) Um…what else…Oh, yes. My biggest beef with Brolli as a character. At the time of the first Brolli movie Paragus (at least in the English version) states it had been 30 years since Planet Vegeta had been destroyed. That would make Goku 30 years old, and since we see Brolli lying in the incubator next to him, we have to assume that by the time of the first Brolli movie, Brolli had lived at least 30 years. I don’t care how freakish he is – he isn’t going to remember a crying Kakarott lying next to him as an infant 30 years later. :P So I came up with what I think is a better reason for him to be insanely angry at the mere mention of Kakarott’s name.

Before

Brolli felt nervous anticipation. He’d lost track of how long it had been since Turles had reported anything to his father. Rumor among his father’s troops was Turles was actually joining them planet-side for a couple of days while his ship was repaired.

It had been awhile since he’d seen another saiyan other than his father. Truth was even the other two saiyan informants Brolli knew of in his father’s employ didn’t bring out this anticipatory energy in him as much as Turles did. That sayian could tell the most enthralling tales! Maybe it had something to do with the fact Turles was mostly known for his space pirating rather than being an actual informant. Brolli knew Turles was only doing it for fast cash, not because the older saiyan gave a rodent’s ass about Prince Vegeta.

Brolli pressed his ear against the door, his father banning him from this first meeting with the pirate, shivering as Turles voice resonated through it. “Prince Vegeta is still in service to Freeza. It seems he is under the impression Planet Vegeta was destroyed by an asteroid. There are two other saiyans with him. One is General Nappa – I am sure you know of him.”

“Really,” Brolli scowled at his father’s voice. It was beginning to drive him insane. “I do know of him. I despise him for what happened almost as much as the late king.”

A pause. Brolli had listened to enough similar conversations in this manner to guess Turles was shrugging or some other body language, “The other is a second-class warrior known as Radditz. I’ve been unable to learn more about his lineage. Do you want me to investigate further?”

A weak chuckle from his father, “No. When the time comes to choose sides he will either be with me or against me.” There was another pause in the conversation before Paragus spoke again, “You’ll be here how long?”

“At least two days,” Turles confirmed the rumors Brolli had heard to the young saiyan’s delight.

“That should be long enough for me to examine the information and see if I can produce any useful plans from it.” Brolli heard Turles clear his throat, “Yes, yes,” his father sounded put out and Brolli guessed he was handing something over to Turles as payment. Money wasn’t very valuable out here – Brolli wondered what Turles’ price for this piece of information had been. Brolli moved away from the door as he heard chairs scrape against the floor and settled himself against the opposite wall in what he hoped was a casual manner.

A moment later the door opened, “Check in with me tomorrow around midday,” Brolli heard his father’s voice float through the open doorway as Turles stepped into the hall.

“Sure thing,” Turles said casually. No matter what master plans Paragus had, Turles knew he wanted no part of them. Except, possibly the part that stood fidgeting across the hallway. A smile easily formed on his lips as he caught a glimpse of his some-time-employer’s son. It was a dang good thing the young man took after his bearer – Turles almost shuddered to think what the result of the pairing would have looked like if Brolli had taken after Paragus. The pirate shut the door before he addressed the man in front of him, “Is it me, or have you gotten taller?” Turles growled.

Brolli smiled, uncrossing his arms from around his middle, “I have. It’s been too long, Turles.”

Turles chuckled, glancing back at the closed door quickly before he moved forward, “I can see that. If I’d been around I’d have made sure to attempt to stunt your growth,” he mock growled. He kept his grin in careful check as the younger saiyan preened under his attention.

Brolli did his darnedest not to blush. “I don’t look ungainly, do I?”

Turles stood back a moment, taking careful stock of whom he was looking at, “I’d have to say that’s a clear no,” as a matter of fact Turles was having a difficult time remembering when he’d found someone so attractive. Of course, there were so few saiyans these days.

Brolli didn’t resist his urge to hug the other saiyan. It was blatantly a reason to touch Turles, and Brolli didn’t try to hide the fact.

Turles felt one of his eyebrows rise as Brolli’s body meshed against his. Although it was off putting to have his face mashed into the younger, taller saiyan’s shoulder it still felt awfully good. “Hey,” he managed to say something coherent, “Why don’t we go get some food?”

Brolli let go reluctantly, his lips forming a slight pout, “I already ate…”

Turles hung his arm around the other saiyan’s neck, practically forcing Brolli’s head down to the same height as his own, “A growing saiyan like you not hungry? There’s something fundamentally wrong with that…”

Brolli smiled sheepishly as an idea popped into his head, “Why don’t we just order stuff to come up to my room? We could catch up…” his tail unwrapped from around his waist and lightly slid along Turles’ wrist.

Turles’ interest was definitely piqued now. “Sure,” he said with a smooth grin, letting go of Brolli’s neck. “I don’t want to see my crew’s faces for a while anyway.”

“That bad, huh?” Brolli asked, slowly wrapping his tail around his waist, glad the other saiyan hadn’t immediately brushed his overture aside. Now he was back on familiar territory with the other saiyan; Turles’ crew was always changing – for various reasons.

“Not a looker in the bunch,” Turles confirmed as they strode down the hallway. He let Brolli lead the way up the stairs – definitely worth the view. “Sneaky bastards though – which is really what I need for business reasons.” Turles knew if he had something as sweet as Brolli’s face to look at everyday he’d get nothing done.

Brolli let Turles’ comments float past him as he hurried up the stairs. He never had understood his father’s need to treat other saiyans as lesser than them. Sure, at one time there had been classifications, but with so few of them left Brolli didn’t see the need to keep the old order – other than the occasional perk. He stepped to the side as he came to the floor his room was on. It was one of many rooms he’d had over the years on as many planets – always moving to keep out of the Ice-jins’ way. Not that they needed to fear the Ice-jin any more. A small smirk graced Brolli’s lips. With the power he was able to wield he need not fear anyone. Thankfully his room was only the third door from the staircase. Brolli held the door open for Turles to pass through.

“Uh – make yourself comfortable, I guess,” Brolli said as he shut the door. He quickly went to the communication unit. “Hello, Rina – please have a meal brought to my room.”

Turles cleared some clothing off of the single chair in front of the table and took off his chest armor. He took his time inspecting the room as Brolli ordered a meal after he sat. A bed, the table and chair. One closet and the clothes he’d tossed to the floor. He guessed Brolli didn’t spend a whole lot of time in this room other than for sleeping and if his nose didn’t mislead him other things. The bedding looked clean, but the smell still lingered. As Brolli turned to smile at him Turles smiled back as the image of Brolli sprawled out on his mattress, pleasuring himself came to mind.

“The food should be here shortly,” Brolli mentioned as he took a seat on his mattress. He usually didn’t have guests and had seen no reason to have more than one chair in his room. “So, tell me, what have you been stealing since I last saw you?” Brolli asked as a way to keep from just simply staring at the other saiyan, hoping Turles would be able to occupy the time until the food arrived with some sort of conversation.

Turles propped his cheek in his hand as he watched Brolli fidget on the mattress, smiling casually at how cute it was Brolli was trying to be polite instead of going for what he really wanted. Turles decided he’d play along – at least until after the food arrived. “Nothing as interesting as what I’m tracking. I’ve got a few leads. One is for seeds for a tree that bears fruit that harnesses the power of an entire planet.”

Brolli laughed, “What good would that do?”

“Well, not all of us were born with a power level of 10,000,” Turles smiled, “Imagine? Fighting ‘til near death and then eating one of those to replenish?”

Brolli frowned as he thought about it. Gaining power wasn’t something he’d ever had to think about, but he could see where a saiyan born as a third-class, such as Turles, would find the possibility note worthy, “I guess it would have its uses,” he finally agreed, “And the other?”

“Some artifacts that are supposed to grant the holder any wish,” Turles chuckled as Brolli just blinked at him in astonishment.

“You don’t really believe that, do you?” Brolli finally asked. The idea was preposterous.

“No, not really,” Turles admitted. “The last are scrolls that are supposed to give the reader eternal life.”

“Would you really want to live forever?” Brolli asked. The very idea bored him.

Turles shook his head, “No, but I can think of quiet a few people that would pay handsomely for them. I’ve been focusing more of my resources for the seeds – or a planet that has the tree on it already. The seeds would probably be my best bet.”

“What would you wish for?” Brolli asked, thinking of all the things Turles was chasing he would find those the most useless. The idea he could have anything he wanted – he couldn’t think of a single wish he would make.

“For power like yours,” Turles shrugged as he sat back, “What else is there?” Planet Vegeta had never been what he would consider a home. Just another planet to land on between smuggling runs – and there was a whole universe of planets for that.

Brolli blushed at the complement. Before he could respond there was a quiet knock at the door. “Enter,” he ordered. The door opened and several servants entered, all carrying trays, which they hastily placed on the table before leaving.

Turles couldn’t help licking his lips at the spread on the table. The mixed aromas of roasted meats, baked breads and fresh fruit were delicacies in themselves. He grinned as he stood and carefully pulled the table over so he could sit next to Brolli as he ate. “So, while I’m stuffing my face, tell me what you’ve been up to,” he requested as he purposefully sat so his thigh brushed against Brolli’s.

“Ah well…” Brolli’s chatter was mostly about this or that lead on Prince Vegeta his father was currently following. Long term plans for the prince’s demise. Turles could only think Paragus a fool to put so much effort into something so meaningless now. When, or even if, Paragus ever got his hands on the prince, the royal probably wouldn’t have a shred of pride left after having had to serve in Freeza’s army. “Last week my father had me test out my power…”

Something in Brolli’s voice had changed and drew Turles focus away from the food he was almost filled with any way, “How did it go?” he asked casually, not certain what Brolli’s feelings were on the matter.

Brolli stayed quiet so long Turles wasn’t certain he was going to get an answer – then, “I can destroy planets now, Turles.” There was a bit of awe in the young man’s voice – almost as though he couldn’t believe it was he whom was actually capable of such power.

Turles didn’t know who he was trying to kid – even he felt awed by the very idea, “How does that make you feel?” he asked out of curiosity.

“Powerful,” Brolli said, “And….”

The powerful part Turles certainly understood, “And?”

Brolli looked away as he felt a slight flush heat up his cheeks. He stopped his hands from fidgeting and took a deep breath, “Does physical combat ever…you know, turn you on?”

Turles smiled, “Mm-hmm,” he was absolutely certain where all this was leading now. He lifted his hand to sooth it down Brolli’s back….

“Blowing up a planet is different,” Brolli was a bit surer of his subject now.

Turles’ had stopped mid-air as he found himself confused, “How so?”

“Because you don’t touch. All that power and adrenaline raging through you and you don’t feel the reaction. You see it, but other wise there is no connection with it,” Brolli unconsciously curled his fingers into fist at the frustration he was trying to express – and failing. “Distant. Alone.”

Turles picked a small leftover fruit from the platters on the table, “Unsatisfied?” he asked as he peeled back its small husk.

“Very,” Brolli confirmed with a small, relieved sigh. He looked up as Turles held a small peeled fruit in front of him. He couldn’t recall the name of it and probably wouldn’t bother to learn it – who knew how long he’d call this planet home? Learning the name of it might mean he’d crave it later. Name or lack thereof aside, Brolli wasn’t certain why Turles was holding it in front of his face. He blinked as Turles touched it gently against his lips and then pulled it away.

Turles placed the juicy fruit against Brolli’s lips. The questioning, uncertain look the younger saiyan lifted to his gaze stirred the lust he’d felt building up to this moment. He teasingly drew the fruit over Brolli’s lips before pulling it away. As Brolli’s eyes tracked his hand pulling the fruit away Turles leaned forward, ghosting his tongue over Brolli’s juice-wet lips.

Brolli licked his lips unconsciously in response to the excess moisture placed there, both to the fruit juice and then Turles’ saliva. Watched open-eyed as Turles pressed further forward, licking against Turles’ lips as the older saiyan kissed him. Gave a slight moan, his eyes fluttering closed as Turles’ tongue entered his mouth, tickling his own.

Turles’ hands slid up Brolli’s body, eventually coaxing Brolli’s hands to touch him too, before going back to sliding over the younger saiyan’s clothing, seeking ways to remove the material obstacles. He figured out how to slip the shirt Brolli wore off eventually, pulling back from their kiss as he exposed skin. Brolli’s naked chest rose and fell with his panting, Turles taking a good long, appreciative look at what had been uncovered.

Brolli leaned forward, catching the hem of Turles’ shirt and pulled it off over his head and flinging it somewhere behind him. He crawled forward, licking Turles’ more muscular chest, placing appreciative kisses all over. His lips found their way back to Turles’ as the older saiyan wrapped an arm around him and leaned back, sliding their chests together, Brolli laying over Turles. They kissed slowly, lazily for a long time, Turles’ fingers playing all over Brolli’s sides, stretching down and squeezing his ass, finding their way back up into his hair. Brolli’s tail snuck quick swipes at Turles’ sides and arms.

The pace wasn’t as fast as Turles was used to. His normal sexual exchanges were usually quick and fleeting, but the older saiyan realized he might actually have something he could foster here – return to – if he played his cards right. The thought of having a saiyan waiting for him was novel and rewarding.

Brolli pulled back, a tiny growl escaping him as he rested his forehead against Turles’ chest before he spoke, “If we don’t start with the fucking soon…” he panted.

Turles couldn’t help the amused smirk although he was able to restrain his chuckle at Brolli’s impatience. “Let me up,” he requested quietly.

Brolli slowly slid to all fours, pulling his weight off of Turles before shifting to the side, allowing the other to sit up. He bit his lip as Turles slid off the mattress, a brief moment of concern as the other stood. The worry was quickly dispelled as Turles slipped out of his hip armor and battle pants. He didn’t realize how hard he was staring until Turles’ tail waved at him teasingly. Brolli looked up in time to see Turles throw him a sexy smirk before the spiky haired saiyan walked over to the chair his shoulder armor hung from, feeling under one of the shoulder protectors. A tiny click and when Turles’ hand came back into view he held a tiny tube. Brolli’s eyes widened and then he started chuckling, “Always go prepared?”

Turles shrugged as he walked back, tail swaying lazily behind him. Brolli licked his lips at the sight of the Turles erection. “Well, this is actually antiseptic salve, but it’ll get the job done. Unless you have something better suited?” he asked.

Brolli shook his head, smiling. Multi-purpose. Typical Turles style all the way.

Turles’ grinned, “You know what works really well?” he asked Brolli. After the other shook his head he tossed the tube on the mattress and reached for the hem of Brolli’s pants, “If we’re both naked,” he said as he undid the trappings that kept the garment on the younger saiyan’s hips.

Brolli felt himself blush, thankful Turles didn’t see his reaction as he was kissing down his chest then stomach as he pulled his pants down. Brolli lay back, lifting his hips so his tail could come free. He looked down his stretched out body as Turles lifted his feet to the mattress so he could undo his boots.

Turles looked down at the saiyan lying back on the mattress, ankles and calves tangled with boots and pants. It was just about the sexiest thing he could ever remember seeing – and he’d seen some pretty freaky stuff out there. The only thing that would make it sexier was if Brolli was masturbating like that. The thought of the young saiyan with his hand pumping his own dick while tangled in bed sheets and unruly clothing was delicious. Turles smirked, thinking that if there were time he’d see if Brolli were up to a little exhibitionism. As it was he was fairly certain Brolli’s experience was extremely limited. No sense in scaring the cub away.

Brolli helped kick is boots off, purred and lazily ran his tail over his stomach as Turles yanked his pants the rest of the way off. He sat up as Turles beckoned a finger at him, blinking as the older saiyan set the tube in his hands. “Um…I thought you’d want to, you know, be…”

Turles smiled, kissing his way across Brolli’s cheek before speaking quietly in his ear, “You ever done it this way before?” he asked. After Brolli shook his head as Turles kissed down his neck, “We’ll at least start with you inside me then. Doesn’t mean we’ll finish that way…” he nipped lightly at Brolli’s earlobe before backing away.

Brolli felt he must have stared at the tube in his hand too long as Turles plucked it from his grasp and then twisted the cap off, squeezing a generous amount of the creamy stuff onto his fingers. He held his hand out, not quiet certain what Turles expected as the older saiyan crawled up on the bed, placing his weight on his elbows and knees as he lifted his tail, wrapping it around Brolli’s outstretched wrist and pulling his hand closer. “The general idea is to rub it around until I am relaxed enough you can slip a couple of fingers in.”

Brolli blushed at his own hesitation – he at least knew that much about sex. He placed his salved fingers against Turles’ exposed anus, rubbing experimentally. He got an unexpected thrill as Turles moaned and pressed back, “Of course,” Turles’ voice came back to him, although from his current vantage Brolli couldn’t see his face, “I’m all ready going to be relaxed. Go ahead.” The needy growl Turles expressed as Brolli pressed a finger inside him made Brolli’s dick ache.

Turles tightened the wrap he had around Brolli’s wrist and directed the other’s hand until Brolli took over on his own. He felt himself writhe as Brolli pressed an additional finger inside of him, “Yeah…”

“Turles…” Brolli’s voice wavered, laden with panting.

Turles slowly pulled his hips away from Brolli’s touch, “Yeah, come here,” he said as he turned over to lie on his back, spread his legs so Brolli fit between them, “Think you have the general idea from here?” he asked in all seriousness. Brolli didn’t look as though his higher brain functions were working at the moment, but Turles lay back after he received a nod, lifting his hips off the mattress by distributing his weight between his heels and shoulder blades. He growled, resisting the urge to press down as he felt the head of Brolli’s cock settle against his entrance. His rumbling complaint changed to an astonished groan as Brolli pressed inside. “Oooooo”

Brolli held his cock steady as he pressed forward, letting go and watching himself sink deeper into Turles’ welcoming embrace. It was fucking incredible, feeling that tightness slip all the way along his dick. He pulled back just so he could do it again, finally hearing Turles’ vocal responses to his intrusions. Not that Turles had been quiet, it just had taken Brolli a moment to adjust to all the sensations. He pulled back a little quicker, plunging in a little faster.

Brolli’s little experimenting fun was going to drive Turles totally nuts, “Hey, hey,” he panted, lifting his head so he could see Brolli, beckoning to him when Brolli’s attention managed to be drawn away from what was connecting them, “Come here, lean forward, yeah…” he kissed Brolli’s panting lips as the more slender saiyan’s long body meshed up against his. Turles blindly coated his fingers with salve as Brolli’s cock continued to slide in and out of him. He dropped the tube to the mattress, using his uncoated hand to pull the younger saiyan’s tail gently out of the way, nipping at Brolli’s neck as he arched and stilled at the unexpected touch. Turles kissed the red mark he left behind as Brolli panted, and then the other seemed to gain control, his back once again relaxing before he slowly began rocking his hips again.

Turles watched that incredible face as myriad feelings and reactions flittered across it. Especially when he slipped a lubricated finger to settle gently against Brolli’s asshole. Turles didn’t press, just let Brolli’s own movements cause sensation. A tiny moan, a twitch of the tail he held in his other hand and Turles added pressure, Brolli’s movements inside him becoming a bit erratic as the younger saiyan tried to find a balance between the two pleasure points. “You’re doing good, baby,” Turles panted. This was taking an incredible amount of focus on his part. It was worth the effort as he finally slipped a finger inside, Brolli’s head snapping up, teeth baring as he began fucking in earnest.

The sensation of having Turles around his cock, although incredible, was also somewhat familiar. However, the finger teasing his anus was an amazing, unexpected source of pleasure. When Turles’ finger actually pressed inside him he wanted to buck back, press it deeper, but then Brolli wanted to return to the familiar. He slowly worked himself to frenzy between the two. Panting, growling, moaning, wanting to writhe even as his body instinctively pumped his hips forward and back. He could feel the timbre of Turles’ words against his skin, but he couldn’t hear a thing the other saiyan was saying above the blood pounding in his eardrums. Suddenly the new became familiar enough that it was no longer a distraction and he felt the tension that had been building release.

Turles spoke encouraging nonsense as Brolli worked above him – in him. He managed to slip a second finger inside the saiyan pounding him. Then Turles watched in amazement as Brolli howled above him. It was an incredibly beautiful thing to watch as the young saiyan came. The tension left Brolli’s body after Turles felt a couple of hard pulses inside him, the younger saiyan dropping to his chest, panting and moaning. Turles gently released Brolli’s tail as he removed his fingers. He gritted his teeth as he maneuvered his hips and Brolli slipped from him. He managed to slip one thigh between Brolli’s before he slid his hand down Brolli’s other leg, pulling it to the outside of his hip. Turles kissed Brolli’s shoulder before he pulled the younger saiyan further up his torso until he felt his erection spring free from between their bodies. He panted as he reached between their bodies and grabbed his dick, pressing the head of it against Brolli’s entrance and then pressed his way inside. Brolli whimpered once and then released a long, low moan.

“Oh, baby, you feel so good,” Turles whispered as he pressed himself deeper. “Going to fuck you now,” he said quietly as he kissed Brolli’s shoulder, grabbing an asscheek in each hand and pressing down as he thrust up with his hips. Brolli groaned and pressed back, encouraging Turles. He sped up, Brolli’s hands finding his biceps and gripping hard as he rocked up and into him. Brolli’s little whimpers and groans filled the room matching Turles’ panting, accompanied by the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. “Yeah…oh, fuck, going to cum inside your sweet ass,” Turles growled just before he locked up in climax.

It was a while before either of them managed to come down from the euphoria they’d built. Brolli stretched with a groan, his legs not used to being spread for so long. Turles helped him slowly slip to one side, down to the mattress. He curled up protectively behind Brolli as the younger saiyan curled up on his side, falling asleep as he gently, reverently kissed Brolli’s spine.

It was dark the next time Brolli opened his eyes. He settled back into the warmth behind him, clutching Turles’ hand as the older saiyan squeezed his arm, pulling them tighter together. “You awake?” Brolli heard Turles asked.

“Aw,” Brolli yawned, “Yeah,” he managed to say after.

Turles nuzzled his nose into Brolli’s hair, breathing deep, “Think we should shower…” he trailed off lazily.

“Mmmm,” Brolli agreed just as lazily.

Turles gave one last squeeze of his arm before he released Brolli, stretching out and groaning, “You’ll have to show me where it is,” he blinked in the darkness as Brolli rolled around on the mattress and then snuggled in closer to his chest, facing him apparently as soft lips pressed a tiny kiss against his chest.

“Don’t want to move,” Turles heard Brolli complain, “Like it here.”

Turles chuckled, placing a kiss on Brolli’s forehead, “Come on – you’ll feel even better after you’ve had a hot shower.” He yelped as Brolli nipped him unexpectedly.

“You just want to see me all wet and naked,” Brolli said after he’d released the skin between his teeth.

Turles laughed outright, “Damn…you know me too well already.”

Now it was Brolli’s turn to stretch – “Nah – I want to see you just as badly, all wet and naked.”

“Hmmm,” Turles smirked, “I think I may have a budding pervert on my hands.” He mimicked Brolli as the other sat up and then slid off the bed. When Brolli grabbed the comforter and wrapped it around his shoulders Turles followed his example with the sheet. They both groaned in protest as Brolli switched the light on. Brolli peeked out the door into the hallway before stepping out and leading Turles to the shower, deciding he should look for a room that had a shower attached next time.

~o0o~

They managed to hide their long distance, sometimes long stretches of time, relationship from Paragus. Brolli wasn’t concerned on his part if his father found out – he was more than able of taking care of his father if necessary. Turles on the other hand didn’t have the same sort of power to rely on – and it concerned Brolli greatly that his father might find out and do something drastic to the weaker saiyan.

Brolli knew that he held a special place in Turles’ heart, even if he wasn’t Turles’ only lover. After all – he’d known the saiyan for a long time before they’d gotten involved – heard enough stories to realize that Turles didn’t have regular or repeat bed partners. Brolli was the first. He didn’t begrudge Turles his other sexual exchanges, but for his part, Turles would be the only person Brolli ever wanted in his bed.

Or at least they thought they had managed to keep it discreet.

~o0o~

Turles stared at the unresponsive Brolli, “What did you do to him?!” he ground his teeth as he hissed at Paragus.

“He was out of control,” Paragus shrugged, “His power was becoming too great and threatening. Surely you’ve heard he was destroying planets…I couldn’t get him to stop.”

Turles closed his eyes, unable to look any longer, “A saiyan should never be controlled like this…” he wanted to cut off Paragus’ wrist and stomp the controlling device into a million pieces.

“He’s my son – I’ll do what is best for him,” a bit of backbone came into Paragus’ voice.

Turles realized he wasn’t going to get through to the other man – and at the moment he wasn’t strong enough to kill him in battle. Not yet. Brolli was old enough to make his own decisions – this whole saiyan puppet set up was an atrocity. It had to end.

Paragus smirked as Turles turned and left the room abruptly. His powerful, legendary son sleeping with third-class scum like Turles had to be stopped, somehow. It would have been different if Brolli had been using Turles, but he’d discovered it had been a relationship - unacceptable. And now, it had been dealt with.

Turles returned after the sun had gone down, sneaking his way in as the thief he was. He opened the door to Brolli’s room quietly, gently shutting it before taking a deep breath and turning. Brolli sat in the same chair with the same unresponsive look in his eyes. He growled at the crown adorning his lover’s brow. Paragus, the bastard. Paragus had copied the style and design of the jewelry Turles had given to Brolli as a gift and used it for his puppet device. Sickening. And yet, at the moment he couldn’t do anything about it. The crown was connected to that remote Paragus kept attached to his wrist, constantly connected to his ki.

“Brolli,” Turles knelt in front of his lover, “I know you can’t understand me right now, but, I found those seeds I told you about. I’m going to a planet that is capable of sustaining it, and I am going to eat the fruit. When I am stronger than Paragus I will come back and free you.” Turles stood and bent forward, placing a gentle kiss against Brolli’s cheek. He left quickly after saying a quiet, “I love you,” before he shut the door.

It wasn’t that Brolli was unaware of what was going on around him – just that he was trapped, very much a puppet to his father’s demands. He heard Turles’ words and hoped.

Weeks later, when servants spoke rumors as they cleaned his room around him his hope was destroyed. Apparently Turles’ plan had failed – data retrieved from his scouter indicating he had been killed by another third-class. The buzz about this ‘Kakarott’, at least for his father’s followers, was because apparently Prince Vegeta had formed some sort of alliance with him.

Brolli didn’t care about Vegeta – he wanted his father and Kakarott dead. If it weren’t for them, Turles would still be alive.
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