Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ…but Luke is MINE…damn it…

A/N: It's been forever and a day since I last updated but I think this story is developing quite well under the circumstances.

Chapter Rating: R, adult content

Warning: MALE/MALE, corruption of the innocent

The royal tried to push back a moan at the Saiyan's gliding tongue along his own but failed miserably when the Saiyan stepped closer, rubbing his bare chest against the King's own clothed, rock hard torso. A knock to the door interrupted them.

"Goku, I'm sor…" Lucas had entered the room and now stood in shock at the doorway. Vegeta's arm was locked around Goku's waste; his hand in his hair and Goku arm was around Vegeta's waste, his hand in the smaller Saiyan's hair. Both looked as though they had said the most disrespectful phrase to Kami at the moment, caught in highlights and looking to Lucas with big, round eyes.

"Your highness, is there a problem here?" one of the guards asked, coming in behind Luke. He too, stood at the doorway in shock. The two Saiyans pulled from one another hesitantly and Goku looked from Vegeta to Lucas with big, tear-filled eyes.

"I-I'm sorry, I d-don't k-know what came over me," Goku stuttered, looking at the prince and then to his king. With a great huff he pushed past the prince and the guard and ran down the hall.

'Great,' the king thought as he watched the brawny warrior slip through his fingers one more, 'this will not happen again.' He vowed and took after the speeding third-class with a quick look to his son. It was not suppose to be this difficult. He was King, he was to have whatever he desired the moment he desired it, Kakarrot was what he desired and yet the Saiyan continued to run from him. 'Even if I have to hunt you down and force you, Kakarrot, you will be mine tonight,' the king thought and he had to shake his head at the things he could make the third-class do to him, for him…

Goku flew as fast as he could as soon as he reached the castle grounds. The King had wanted him, he was almost sure of it, and gods did he want the King but Lucas…and Lucas' mother, Goku couldn't do that. No matter how much he wanted, craved, needed the King he would not replace someone's mother. He had been so stupid! How could he kiss the King… he kissed you first…again Goku shook his head furiously and flew faster, watching as fields, forests, and valleys zoomed by below him then he let go. The wind whooshed in his ears as he fell and the velocity at which he fell made it hard for him to breath but by Kami it felt like all was being released and his life flashed before his eyes.

Meeting Lucas and Vegeta, falling in love with both the prince and the King, the prince being like a son to him and the King something much, much more… 'Even in death all you can think about is him' someone wished in the back of his mind and he felt the kiss they shared only moments before caress his lips as the ground became closer and closer to him body…and suddenly…it all stopped. The wind no longer whooshed in his ears but he did not feel the welcoming ground below, he felt two arms wrapped around him.

"You are not going anywhere, baka, not until I have you," a raspy voice told him and Goku opened his eyes to look into mirroring black. He stared deeply and watched in a sort of awe, as Vegeta's face got closer to his own. Vegeta crushed his lips upon Goku's in a brutal kiss, his sharp canines cutting slightly into Goku's soft, plush lips and drawing sweet nectar from the wound. Goku stared at the Oujo's closed lids in shock for a moment before letting his eyes drift shut as well, parting his lips to the questing tongue that lapped at his broken skin, begging for entrance.

Vegeta groaned in thanks when he was allowed entrance into the cavern he had tasted not moments ago, extremely thankful for the returned taste of mint and fire. Goku moaned throatily as Vegeta kissed him, the spice of the King teasing his tongue to join in the frenzied battle of dominance. Though Goku would have happily been a top his King, the Oujo's dominate nature would not allow such. They rolled on the lush moss beneath them, their struggle more of a game than a battle, their lips still locked as the groaned and moaned their appreciation of the others' taste. Need for oxygen increasing, Vegeta let go of Goku's kiss swollen lips, his tongue rubbing over the now clotted wound on Goku's lips.

"Oujo no Bejita," Goku moaned as he opened his eyes, arching his back to push himself along Vegeta's hard body.

"Hnnnn," Vegeta pressed his lips to Goku's exposed throat, moaning at the sound of his sir name and feel of Goku's arousal pressing tightly against his own. Panting heavily, Vegeta felt his canines enlarge in his gums, tingling sweetly as his lips found Goku's pulse point. Goku moaned again, closing his eyes to the sensation of the Oujo's talented lips on his skin. Vegeta's eyes turned red, the blood lust of Saiyan mating beginning to cloud his senses as Goku's heart rate quickened. His tongue slipped out of his lips to brush along Goku's soft skin, tasting the wonderful smell that emitted from this God like Saiyan.

Goku opened his eyes, feeling something was off and looked down into the face, which pulled away from his neck. Vegeta's eyes were a blood red, his pupil almost gone as he stared into Goku's face, feeling his canines become longer. Goku stared on in utter fascination as the Oujo began to growl, almost warning him not to go anywhere. Vegeta's face became closer, Goku stared, watching, lips slightly parted, as the King's pupil became smaller and smaller the closer he got. Suddenly Goku felt somewhat panicked and turned his face to the side slightly, unintentionally giving Vegeta full view of his neck, which pulsed and sang to him like a siren to unsuspecting sailors. Vegeta could feel his conscious mind slipping, his senses becoming over thrown with lust.

"Kakarrot, is that you?" The voice caused both men to snap their heads in that direction and Goku suddenly felt very vulnerable under the king. Vegeta growled menacingly at the intruder, taking his attention away from his seemingly frightened mate. Goku took the opportunity to slip out of the Oujo's grasp quickly, standing.

"Yamcha!" Goku exclaimed, blushing deeply as the taller man looked him over. Yamcha stared, lips slightly parted in lust as he took in the sight of Kakarrot. The shorter Saiyan's lips were kiss swollen, his spiky, long hair more ruffled than usual giving him a somewhat sensual look. Vegeta growled to himself, pupil returning to normal as with the color of his eyes.

"Major Yamcha," Vegeta huffed, standing from the ground devoid of his Kakarrot. Yamcha's eyes flicked from Goku's form to look to the King, who looked a little less ruffled when compared to Goku's appearance.

"Your highness," Yamcha bowed, coming to one knee in the light of his sire.

"Is there a reason you are here?" The king's voice was cold and irritated, keeping Yamcha in his place at one knee. Tilting his head slightly to look at Goku's bare chest without seeming too obvious.

"No, sire, I was just coming from my home," he answered, glancing back down when he heard a soft growl from his sire. Not in the mood to kill his second Major in command, Vegeta walked toward Kakarrot and put an arm around the blushing Saiyan's waist, his tail, on it's own accord, wrapped around the other Saiyan's thigh as he looked down at Yamcha's bowed head.

"Then continue to your destination," he King growled, flying off with a somewhat hesitant Goku at his side.

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