Chapter FourteenZarbon was brooding. His mood of frustration and uncertainty was reflected in his eyes, golden pools mired to amber. His emotions were in turmoil. At first glance, this state of upset would seem at odds with the circumstances. He had finally made love to the person he so desperately desired; the only person he had ever wanted. Not just once, but several times... several spine-tingling, earth-shattering times.
So what was the problem?
He turned his gaze from the unadorned ceiling to the ornate furnishings of his bedchamber. Handcrafted furniture in rare woods, works created by the finest artists he had come across in his travels; any and all number of items that would signify his prosperity. These things had once given him so much happiness; a testimony to what his life had become, a refutation of what his life had been.
Now...?
Now he realized that they were insignificant in comparison to the joy he might feel if he could only have one thing. His troubled eyes fell to the other occupant of his over-sized bed, one sleeping Saiyan prince. Vegeta, lips slightly parted and a light pink flush high on his cheeks, was resting soundly after their latest activities, nestled snugly amongst plump saffron pillows and silk jade sheets.
Each time they had coupled, the younger man had responded; kissing back hungrily, touching him eagerly, excited in the discovery of intensified sensations.
But he had only ever responded, never initiated anything more than a kiss. Always submitting - albeit with evident enthusiasm - but never once asserting.Where was the aggression that one would expect to find in a being such as he; this fierce, proud warrior-prince? It was absent. That struck Zarbon as so unnatural, so inherently wrong.
The back of his hand smoothed a path of tender longing down the select curvature of the prince’s face, exploring by sight, memorizing by touch - baby softness spread on sharp angled lines. After a few minutes of careful consideration of both the Saiyan prince and his actions he came to a decision, closing his eyes, resigned to his choice.Tomorrow.
Tomorrow he would do it.
***** Raditz was annoyed. Impatiently he tossed long raven locks back from his face. His mood was pensive, stewing over confusing actions and vague suspicions. Why the hell had Zarbon ordered him to leave Orta for Verdea? Nappa had been allowed to return to the ship, but he had been directed here instead. Was Zarbon trying to keep him from Vegeta indefinitely? But if that was the case, why send him to another planet? Why not just have him remain on Orta?
He kicked in frustration at a rock near his feet, launching it skyward and into the trees; grey rocketing through windblown green.
Arriving on planet he had been met with a reticent guide who had brought him to this odd destination, secluded and wild. Frowning, he examined his surroundings once again. To his left was a small stream running with glistening waters. To his right was the boundary of a tropical rainforest, warm, wet, and dense - a lush, verdant canopy teeming with myriad forms of life underneath. The beautiful and the deadly; often found to be one and the same.~Like Vegeta.~
A ghost of an affectionate smile graced his face for a moment before his prince’s luminous image tightened his loins, switching his feelings from fondness to lust. All he had dreamt about since departing the ship was how desperately he wanted to ravish his prince. The scent of an awakening Vegeta still clung to his nostrils, an aromatic reminder of dormant passion. Passion to be awakened by his own pheromone-laden fragrance.
Although the temperature was warm rather than hot Raditz stripped down, large muscles flexing with each movement. Soon he was covered only by the smallest of tan leather loincloths, naked beneath the flaps. A notch at the top allowed his sun-lightened tail the room to move comfortably. He had always preferred the freedom of this near nudity, enjoying everything from the rays of a sun toasting him brown to the feel of cool, moist earth salving sore muscles.
He grinned as he recalled how his mother had found it nearly impossible to keep him as a child from removing all his clothing and running exposed in the streets. A breechcloth such as the one he now sported was the compromise they had reached.
As he lay sprawled on his back in dark soil, hands crossed behind his head, his thoughts returned to Zarbon and Vegeta. It was apparent to him, at least, from long years in the prince’s company, that the haughty royal Saiyan was attracted to the amiable alien beauty.
Sighing, he admitted to himself that the Megalian had an almost lulling quality to him; a soothing charm, exceedingly fine features.~Able to calm a savage beast?~
Raditz would bet that most of Frieza’s crew had entertained a fantasy or two about Zarbon. If the cerulean-skinned man were to offer the slightest hint of invitation, he would never want for sexual companionship. Hell, Raditz amended, even he had considered the possibility, especially after witnessing the eroticism of that surprise kiss at the launch bay.
However, it seemed that the fair Megalian only wanted Vegeta.
~I imagine he is fulfilling his fondest wishes even while I suffer here, unsatisfied in mine.~
A low growl of embittered longing escaped him.
***** Vegeta was bewildered, puzzlement pinching his features. When Zarbon had said they were to go to Verdea, he had figured the Megalian wanted them to be together - away from prying eyes and free from the restraint of their circumstances - if just for a brief period of time. The very idea had both embarrassed and thrilled him. Could they find somewhere to be simply Zarbon and Vegeta, rather than Frieza’s ambassador and the Saiyans’ prince?
Instead, he found himself being escorted to some remote destination while his lover of just under a week stayed behind, cached in the extravagant trappings of an exclusive resort.
Zarbon had been so strange; subdued and distracted. When they had parted, his normally spirited eyes had been dull and cheerless. His whole demeanor was of wistful resignation, as if forced to undertake an action he wholly regretted.
It disturbed the prince to see the older man in that way. Furthermore, the very fact it disturbed him managed to completely unnerve him.~It’s wrong… I am the Prince of Saiyans. And he… He is… an alien… not to mention the vile lizard’s right-hand man. But... I feel… something… something for him ... Why?... How?~
"This is it," the stocky Verdean guide announced without preamble, cutting short Vegeta’s tortured self-inquisition, bringing his attention to focus on the darkened jungle before him. The young Saiyan, alert and cautious, hopped down lightly from the hovering vehicle. He landed, ready, at the edge of the trees.
With no word of farewell the simian being departed. The last thing the prince saw as the silver craft flew out of sight was his bushy white tail hanging limp from a window.
He surveyed the area more closely, keen eyesight investigating his surroundings and alighting on shapes representative of intrigue or danger and coming to rest on one in particular. The large form was easily discerned from the background.~Raditz?~
Even as his exacting jet eyes acknowledged his fellow Saiyan, Vegeta's nose found Raditz's odor changed, yet familiar. Wafting through the air around him, tickling his flaring nostrils with desire, he was immediately drawn to the scent of the other. Unconsciously he stepped towards the alluring aroma of a pervading, heady musk.
Raditz was shocked to see the arrival of his prince. Roused from his light nap at the mechanical hum of the Verdean’s air-vehicle, he had opened dark sleep-clouded eyes to find the unexpected, yet welcome visitor before him. Recovering rapidly from his surprise at the appearance of the younger Saiyan, he scrambled hastily to his feet.
He was here. Vegeta was here.
Vegeta watched the inviting sway of the caramel tail of the other in rapt fascination as it waved in languid fluidity. The motion was smooth seduction, stirring invitation. Unconsciously his own auburn tail unwound from around his waist and moved in exacting imitation of the other.
It was as if his higher consciousness were sedated. Part of him knew that this was Raditz; his guard of many years, his companion in numerous battles, but that was the merest of soft, fading whispers. The urge to take the husky Saiyan - temptation in rippling muscle and earthy perfume - shouted in his skull, beat in his blood, hardened his member.
A devious smile of satisfaction, fangs exposed and gleaming in the brilliant sunlight, broke over the raw, handsome face of the first-class warrior. His scent was the bait to hook his prince. They would be together, rough and unrestrained, in painful pleasure.
Slick oils were made aerosol as his tail whipped smartly, spraying rich musk, saturating lust.
The enraptured prince stumbled underneath the heavy cloud. Overwhelmed, he sank to his knees. He felt the dampness as his pants were stained by sodden soil, heard the chattering cries of small primates and shrill calls of large birds - but the sounds were so distant, muffled through the blanketing shroud of lust that lay over him.~Want…need… take.~
He rose unsteadily to his feet, muscles quivering, heart pounding. He was ablaze, burning from within. With a bestial roar, his challenge reverberating to the lush forest before him, he ripped the clothes from his body, shredding them to long strips of frayed ribbon. His coveting eyes swept over the larger Saiyan.
Raditz saw his prince poised naked before him, bronzed Saiyan beauty in supple athletic form, and the air left his lungs in a hiss. Confusion hazed his senses, his own tactics unclear. He had always been the hunter, never the hunted, but Vegeta was stronger - and in his first heat. The prince was a predator; stark hunger in his eyes.
Basic male Saiyan nature told him to fight, not to flee, even though this situation was unusual. Males chased females… but what happened here? His conflicting impulses held him frozen, rooted to the spot. Fight or flight… what should he decide?His hesitation was all that Vegeta needed, running forward to jump on Raditz. The impact of steely bodies colliding took both men down. They hit the unyielding ground hard and rolled several times before they were finally jarred to a stop by a towering tree. The thick trunk split with a sharp crack - but it halted their momentum.
They were muddied and scratched. Small bits of dried leaves and grass crudely garnished tangled hair. Raditz was pinned beneath his prince, breathing heavily and flushed pink in his excitement. Warm flesh rubbed along flesh. More pheromone-laced musk was released, causing taut bodies to tremble with need.
Raditz's obsidian eyes peered intently into the face above him. It was the same face that had haunted his dreams - perfection incarnate - but unlike his nocturnal imaginings the flashing eyes of Vegeta that stared through him expressed no warm recognition; only animal need.
With the distinct advantage of superior speed and strength that he possessed, Vegeta flipped the older Saiyan from his back to his knees. He draped himself possessively over the body in front of him, his erection rubbing sparks against the leather-shielded ass. Snarling viciously, he ripped the hide away to bare firm cheeks, smooth and round.
Raditz growled and snarled his displeasure. He wanted his prince, it was true, but he wanted their positions reversed.
With trembling, slender hands Vegeta searched for satiny skin, combing through the long disheveled tresses of Raditz's flowing black mane. His fingers and palms traveled admiringly over the brawny body beneath him. He slowly traced the slope of a neck, thick and corded; the sculpted curves of shoulders and back, strong and broad. He groped roughly at the tapered waist and trim hips, becoming desperate in his exploration.
Crazed with lust, his nails raked acid down Raditz's sides, furrowing red channels amongst silk ebony strands. The older man winced at the sting as soft fingertips crossed over scarlet lines. The prince brought his blood-tipped digits up to his face, painting his lower lip crimson. Vegeta polished his fingers with his tongue, fire and fury coating his mouth. Black eyes closed with a shiver, tasting passion and power. Raditz was iron smoke, rich salted earth, tangy spice.
Every barbed scrape to Raditz's core and every teasing touch to his being had jolted a tingling electricity through him, rendering him weak. He wanted to regain some control.
The fiery orbs of the prince flew open as the man positioned beneath him attempted to move. A sure hand roughly fisted sleek fur as Vegeta captured the tail of the other, tugging sharply to show his dominance. The larger Saiyan 's flushed face paled and he shook with excruciating spasms.
The harsh lesson was learned quickly. The older Saiyan stilled his rebellion.
Once satisfied that the other knew his role, the prince rewarded him by stroking his fur gently in long loose caresses.
Raditz moaned in ecstasy and purred a rumbling chorus as pain died to be reborn as pleasure. The sounds of his enjoyment aroused the prince even more. Vegeta needed to take what fate had offered, the gift of tawny flesh before him. This was pure and primal, a link to what had been lost.He wasted no more time.
Throbbing rock-hardness slammed into searing white heat. Tight inner walls clasped fast to his erection and he paused in his thrust to savor the blaze, growling his lust to the other.
Raditz shook, his body racked by piercing pain and ripening desire. He growled in unison with his prince at the savage invasion, his entrance sorely stretched and body tightly filled, his arms collapsing from the pain to press his face firm to dank soil.
Sharp teeth sank through the ruffled fur of his tail. Agony. He gasped in amazement as the prince began to move strongly inside him, pounding a rhythm that ran hard, deep and fast. A small spot within was roughly massaged that made his blood sing and removed any trace of resistance. Bliss. The older Saiyan flung his hips back as the younger rammed his shaft forward, increasing their tempo to a brutal frenzy.
They grunted and growled as flesh slapped against flesh.
A venomous snake slithered over branches nearby and a large yellow cat lapped thirstily at the sparkling stream, but the two Saiyans were deaf to all other sound but their mutual pleasure.
Under this relentless pleasurable assault Raditz was blind but for bright sparks trapped in the black field of his eyes. Vegeta’s sight too was closed to the world around them, orbs lidded as he reveled in wanton abandon. He shoved in and slid out in continual motion, moaning and panting with each heated entry. Friction stoked liquid fire that welled in his groin. His hot, spurting climax shot deep inside his lover and he howled his release to the world.
With the prince’s final few thrusts Raditz erupted as well, spilling his seed to the earth.The same pattern repeated as day became night. They were caught in a frenetic dance of mating.
Finally, the older Saiyan fell into an exhausted sleep, unresponsive to all probing touches from the younger.
A light rain fell from a darkening sky, drops springing off leaves to splatter sweat, blood and sex-covered forms. Tossing his head back, Vegeta opened his mouth to wet his parched throat. He inhaled the light sweet freshness as the shower cleansed his body and infiltrated his senses, thinning the fog from his mind.
***** Zarbon had no appetite. He pushed away from the table in irritation. He had ordered all of his favorites, many rare and wondrous delicacies, but couldn’t swallow a bite. The servings were all bland to his palate.
All he could think about was Vegeta. He punished himself with explicit images of the prince and his guard; Raditz and Vegeta together, naked and sweating, moaning and sighing. He cursed himself for a jealous fool.
No matter how much he desired, how badly he wanted, the Saiyan prince was not his. Not his in the way that mattered. Frieza had given the young Saiyan to him. Vegeta had not freely given himself.
He knew the boy had responded to him physically - most beings did - but he wanted something more.
Sighing, he walked through the intricately carved wooden doors onto the balcony. The downpour was heavy now and he was soaked within minutes. He closed his eyes and listened to the battering rain drumming loudly all around him.
Still, even through the sounds of the beating rain, he heard the loud thump behind him. He spun quickly to face the intruder.~Vegeta.~
Naked before his eyes stood the small prince. Pitch orbs gleamed at Zarbon in the fading light. There was a wild look to the Saiyan that the Megalian had never seen before - almost ravenous in its intensity.
The older man felt suddenly afraid. Did Vegeta intend to try to kill him?
Before he could utter a syllable, the prince crashed into him. Zarbon's head smacked hard against the balcony rails and he was swallowed by darkness.
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