Conquered

Conquered
Chapter 1: They meet
Pairings: G/V
Disclaimer: I don’t own them but hey I can dream

WARNING: This is about m/m relationships if you have a problem with thhan han I suggest that you go elsewhere.

~Webtester01: That would be a definate yes!

A/N: Okay every one here’s the long awaited update! Enjoy ^_~

~oOo@oOo~

It was late into the afternoon and the preparations for the banquet were halfway completed. King Vegeta looked in the main royal ballroom to make sure that his plans were going along accordingly. He wanted everything to perfect. He was going to get his son mated off it was the last thing that he did as king.

Even though the boy that he saw was a third-class citizen, the image that he saw clearly shows the boy’s power was that of an Elite. No, it was far beyond an Elite. He doubts that his son would be able to match such awesome strength.

Now, the only thing that would make the union work would be if the boy could produce heirs to the throne. The king smirked as he stroked his goatee. His scientist may prove to be useful yet.

“Uh, excuse me sire.” A soldier stood a few paces behind the older royal.

The king turned around. “Yes, what is it?”

“The invitations have been sent out as you requested.”

“Very good. Go find my son and tell him to meet me in my study in 10 minutes. You’ll probably find him in the training arena.”

The soldier bowed and quickly left to find the prince. The king also departed shortly afterwards to inform his son of the banquet and the real deal behind it. He prays that his son isn’t too blind to see the boy’s potential as well as his beauty. The older Saiyan smirked again. This was going to be fun.

~oOo@oOo~

The clear blue water lapped the rich white sand on the tiny beach that was far away from civilization. The group of teenagers were enjoying themselves on a hot summer day when palace guards landed near-by. The brawny bald guard they recognized immediately. They gathered around each other.

“Krillin. Yamcha, I though you said that it was okay for you two to get the day off?” The spiky haired male asked.

“We did too. We even got our papers from our Commander.” Krillin whispered back.

The guards stopped a few feet in front of them. The other guard the teens also recognized as well.

Shit! This can’t be good.

The lead guard walked up the youngest male, and handed him something.

Said male examined the envelope. He opened it and read the contents.

~To the second son of Bardock:

Your presence is requested tomorrow evening at the royal dinner to commemorate the upcoming fighting tournament, which you will be participating in. The winner of the tournament will be the future mate to the prince. You are allowed one escort and will have no other contacts until after the naming of the winner. Your stay at the palace begins immediately.

Sincerely,

King Vegeta~

“Um, Raditz. What’s going on?”

“The king wants you to participate in this tournament. For what reason, I don’t know,” he answered.

“Let’s go Kakarott! You still need to get registered for the tournament and assigned a room,” the lead guard announced.

The youth nodded his head and turned to his friends. “Gomen about ruining you guys day.”

“Hey, don’t worry about it Kay,” the slender youth replied.

“Yeah, Kay. Yamcha’s right. Go and have some fun. Besides, it’s not often that you get an invitation hand delivered from the king,” the female said with long flowing blue hair.

“Maybe my father can get us in to see the tournament,” she added.

“Well, Bulma if your father can’t maybe mine can,” Kakarott said.

“Kay?” the other female in the group called out.

“Hey, Chi, don’t look so sad.”

“I’m never going to see you again, am I?” Chi-Chi was trying her best not to cry.

“I-I don’t know Chi. If I win the tournament, maybe not but you’ll never know.” Then he gave her a huge hug and gently kissed her on the lips.

Kakarott turned to his best friend. “Krillin, would you accompany me to the palace?”

Krillin remained calmed on the outside but was jumping around on the inside. The only time he got to see the palace was for training and guard duty. “You bet Bro.”

“Okay, Nappa. I’m ready.”

The bald headed Saiyan took to the air followed by Raditz then Kakarott and Krillin. The remaining teens on the beach shouted praises of good luck.

Kakarott and Krillin hung back a little out of the guards hearing range.

“Come-on Kay? Don’t tell me that you’re not excited about this” Krillin asked.

“Maybe, but think about it. If I win, I’ll be hogged chained to that arrogant prince. From what I’ve heard he’s a spoiled brat. The total opposite from his father,” Kakarott replied.

Krillin blinked a few times at his friend. “Kay, you mean to say that you’ve never met the prince?”

“No, and I still have no desire to met him.”

“Well, you might change your mind. Prince Vegeta has a way with people?” Krillin said smiling.

And it was true the young prince had a charm about him that his father couldn’t even rival with. For whatever reason, the heir to the throne could command an entire room without saying a word. Krillin has seen this on enormous occasions when he was assigned to guard detail at certain royal events, which didn’t happen very often.

The short Saiyan also saw how males and females would just flock to the prince trying to get him to take notice. The only thing that worried Krillin though was the prince’s late night *activities* and prayed that his friend doesn’t get ensnared by the prince’s good looks and charms. After all, the prinas aas a nasty reputation of not wanting a mate.

~oOo@oOo~

~ An hour later ~

Kakarott and Krillin were already settled into their shared room. They couldn’t believe the size of it. Two full size beds wall to wall carpeting, and a gorgeous view of the royal gardens below. A mini-kitchen complete with an icebox, stove, and microwave. The kitchen also had the necessary tools for cooking. The room even had a fireplace. Not that they would need of course now was summer and the heat could fry an egg.

The bath was breath taking as well. On the right was his/her sink with a vanity at the end. A covered picture window was on the west wall. A step down shower and next to that was a mini water fall. An enclosed toilet was right next to that. Potted plants were located around the marble decorated bathroom. They also had a wall length walk in closet as well as small living room set next to the kitchen.

After the tour of their room, they decided to get something to eat. The palace rules allowed them free reign of the cafeteria, training facilities, gardens, and spas.

They grabbed a table far away from the rest of the rough looking guards. Some of them gave Kakarott hungry looks as if he was part of the menu. The young teen sat with his back facing the double doors of the mess hall not really paying attention to who came and went out of the large room.

Krillin ate in silence as he watched his friend chow down his food. He knew that Kakarott was not known for his table manners but when it came to fighting his friend was unmatched. The short Saiyan glanced-up when the doors opened but didn’t watch who passed through them.

Kakarott however, gripped the side of the table when he felt a slight tugged at the back of his mind. His heart began to thump rapidly in his chest. He didn’t know what was happening to him as he began to lose consciousness.

At the door, the prince and his personal bodyguards were about to walk in and have lunch when the young heir stumbled.

“Your Highness? What’s wrong?” Nappa asked as he held out a large hand to prevent his charge from falling.

“It’s-it’s nothing,” the short royal replied as he shoved the pre-offered hand away, but it was far from the truth.

He had a mind link with someone in the room. His mother told him long ago that if he ever had a telepathic connection with someone it meant that he was destined to be with that person forever.

Vegeta took one step forward and that was all he remembered before everything around him went black.

~oOo@oOo~

The doctor was at a loss. He couldn’t figure out what would have made the prince pass out. More importantly what would have made the short bald guard’s friend to pass out as well. It was complete mystery. The doctor left the medical room with his two patients laying side by side on the exam tables.

The king paced around the small waiting area. He was summoned from a meeting with Counsel about his son. He also saw the guard sit on on the far side of the room, which he recognized from the surveillance tape.

“Excuse me sire,” the doctor called.

The king turned around to address him. “Well, what can you tell me?”

“That’s just it Your Majesty. I cannot tell you anything.”

“Huh?”

“The prince passed out for some unknown reason but the real puzzle is that another young man was brought in as well. It seems that he fainted at the exact same time as the prince,” the doctor explained.

The king raised an eyebrow. “Really? Can I see this boy.”

The doctor led the royal to where Kakarott was laying on the table. The king studied him for a moment then turned his attention back to the doctor.

“While he is here, check and see if he’s a carrier,” King Vegeta requested.

“Yes, Sire. Is there any particular reason why?” The doctor asked.

“Hai, but that secret stays with me. Let me know of your findings,” the king replied leaving with the knowledge of what happened.

A gloved hand reached up to block out bright artificial lights covered steel obsidian orbs. Vegeta slowly eased his self up to an upright position.

“Argh, what the Hell happened?” He said to no one then he remembered. “The mind link but who could have---” He stopped mid-sentence when he sensed another presence in the room.

The prince turned around to see the sleeping form of a young handsome male. He wondered if he was the caused for the link. No, it couldn’t be, right? There was only one way to find out. Vegeta closed his eyes and concentrated.

~ Flash ~

The chatter in the cafeteria stopped suddenly as the prince and his guards entered. The flamed haired royal staggered a bit. He felt someone pulling in his head.

“Krillin, I don’t feel so good.”

“What’s wrong Bro?” His friend asked.

“It-it feels like someone is trying to invade my mind,” he answered before he fainted.

~ End mind sequence ~

Vegeta gasped and took a step back. ” he” he choked out.

“Ooh, what ki blast hit me,” Kakarott said sitting up on the table holding his aching head. He saw the wide-eyed stare of another male. It was something about those eyes that he instantly fell into.

Vegeta immediately put up mental barriers. He couldn’t afford this third class, who wasn’t even trained warrior, inside his head.

“Um…hi,” Kakarott greeted.

“Hn.”

“You look familiar. Do I know you?”

“No, baka you don’t,” Vegeta was trying not to look into the young male’s soft expressive windows. He was already starting to feel something pull at his heart.

He needed to get out of there. He needed to talk with his mother and quick. The prince bolted from the room and headed straight for the queen’s chamber. He knew that his mother could tell him what was going on.

Besides having the ability of a telepath, she also posses psyche powers as well, which he had inherited from her. Although, his telepathy was stronger, he could merely shake someone’s hand and catch glimpses of that person’s future. That’s why he wore gloves, he didn’t want any unnecessary readings.

KNOCK KNOCK

“Enter” A soft female voice said allowing admittance.

The prince entered the room. The faint sounds of a harp could be heard. Vegeta followed the hypnotic tunes of the stringed instrument the led him to an open window. Female servants milled about the room doing simple tasks such as refilling goblets of wine or glasses of water or even fanning the cool air with over sized feather fans.

The music stopped when the prince stood by the player. He bowed slightly. “Mother.”

“Well, hello my son. I was wondering when you were coming to visit me.”

“I’ve been a little busy. Sorry,” Vegeta answered looking down at his tiny feet.

“So, your father tells me that the Counsel wants you mated before your next birthday,” his mother said.

“Those old farts are just worried that if something happens to Father then you would take over the throne,” he said.

“That is true my son and my first duty as ruler would be to get rid of all of them,” she said smiling. “But that’s not why you came here is it?”

“No. I met this guy,” Vegeta paused as his mother cut in.

“Not another one Vegeta. Honestly, you really need to start being a little more serious about finding the right mate.”

“But that’s just it Mother. We touched minds.”

The elegant female set the instrument on its base and looked at her son. “Did you touch him?” She asked.

Vegeta shook his head.

“Since you didn’t, I take it that you want me too. Correct?”

“Hai.”

“Very well, but I warn you Vegeta any information that I find out whether it’s good or bad, I will keep to myself” She explained.

“I understand,” he answered then bowed again and made his exit.

Vegeta knew that he couldn’t tamper with the future no matter what. He could unknowingly undo something that the Fates had already laid out.

Truth be told, he was scared. He knew what he was feeling and he didn’t want that type of weakness, but he was being weak for denying something that was already foretold.

Vegeta was running from the biggest challenge of his young life. He was running from love.

~ TBC ~

A/N: Well, tell me what you think. It seems that Kay and Geta had a rocky start, and it’s just getting started. What do you think that his mother’s going find out? Something very interesting I’m sure. If anyone hasn’t noticed, there’s a pattern with my DBZ fics besides the fact that they’re mpreg. I hate seeing Goku as an airhead. He needs to match wits with the great Saiyan prince. Tell me your thoughts and any comments that you may have. I love hearing from you all ^_~

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