To Win a Royal Heart

Chapter 4







Vegeta stood with his arms crossed, watching the faces of the small band of second and third class warriors as his father briefed them. His eyes didn’t have to search far before he found the son of Goku; he looked a lot like his father, with the same build, though leaner and less toned. His face had the same youthful, innocent look, and his eyes were wide and dark…like his father’s. Vegeta shook himself with disgust. Perhaps he’d have to see one of the royal doctors about this; maybe he was going into his first heat, though he should have had it years ago.





His eyes fell back upon the young man and was curious when he found Goten staring right back, a small smile quirking one side of his mouth. ‘What the hell is he smiling at?!’ He scowled at the man, watching with near horror as the boy’s eyes ripped themselves away, lifting his hand to cover a small laugh. Vegeta sputtered mentally, his body stiffening with rage. ‘He…he dares….laugh…at me?! What the hell is wrong with this family, are they…’ Vegeta blinked, then blinked again, staring closely at the young man, picking out his scent from the others easily. It was a smell similar to his father’s, but it in no way had the same effect upon him; however, it wasn’t the similarity in smell that had him concerned, it was the difference. There was a strange scent there, something…not right; and as he studied the young man’s face, it hit him like a brick, and he couldn’t help as his lips parted slightly, his jaw hanging loose. ‘He…isn’t…he doesn’t have pure Saiyan blood! He’s a half breed!’ He thought, almost frantically. This was odd indeed; mating between Saiyans and other species just didn’t happen, or when it did, it was well concealed. ‘And so the mystery deepens…’ he thought smugly, a small smile of his own spreading across his lips as Goten glanced over at him again. The man froze, and then tilted his head to the side with a questioning look. Vegeta held the gaze, his smile becoming fiercer.







Goten swallowed audibly. Why was Vegeta grinning at him like that? He knew that smile all too well from the Vegeta in his own time. It was the same grin he gave when he was about to kick Goten’s ass…or when Goten had left his diary in Trunks’ room and Vegeta had found it and read it. For months, Vegeta gave him that feral “I know things the other’s don’t, what are you going to do about it” look. It made him shiver. Why was this Vegeta giving him the same look? He finally decided to do his best just to not look in Vegeta’s direction at all, he was nervous enough as it was. Hopefully, the prince was just angry because he had caught Goten’s giggle, something that couldn’t be helped when he looked at the young prince. He had to be younger than Goten himself for crying out loud; it made Goten giddy just thinking about Vegeta being so young. After all, he hated to admit it, but the young prince just looked so cute!







The King, finished with his briefing of the warriors about to do duty upon Frieza’s ship, left the room with a string of men following him. The rest of the men were rounded up into groups, a quick tally of names being taken before the scheduled departure. Vegeta resumed his glittering stare at the young man, secretly delighting in the fact that it seemed to now make Goten uncomfortable. Goten shifted back and forth, his arms crossing one minute, the next his hands would be twisting or his fingers plucking nervously at his armor. Vegeta nearly laughed out loud as he watched Goten’s obvious nervousness; until a wave of his own nervousness washed over him as a sweet-spicy masculine scent filled his senses, making his gaze waver, his fingers tremble. A confused frown deepened upon his brow as he watched Goten break out into a relieved smile, lifting a hand in silent greeting towards him, though the man’s eyes were raised as if looking over the prince’s head. Blinking, Vegeta spun, only to crash into a solid wall of armored chest standing directly behind him. Goku was waving in return as he looked down into Vegeta’s eyes, a smile twitching at his lips.







“Good morning, Prince Vegeta. Did you sleep well?” He asked casually, his eyes darting around the room with curiosity. Vegeta stared up at him blankly as if uncomprehending, and then seeming to recover, he pushed the taller Saiyan away.







“Of course I did.” He snapped. “What are you doing here? I didn’t call for you.”







Goku seemed to ponder the prince’s reply, and then shrugged his shoulders lightly. “I came to see my son off. It’s his first time serving under Frieza, you see, and he’s a bit nervous.”







Vegeta snorted. “No Saiyan should be nervous because of that demented dictator.” Vegeta glanced at him meaningfully and lowered his voice. “Not any PURE blooded Saiyan, anyway.” Vegeta smiled widely at the shocked expression Goku shot him. “That’s what I thought.” He said, glancing over to Goten, who was watching them with a certain amount of concern.





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Less than an hour later, Goku was packing what few personal belongings he had into a small pack; He and Vegeta would take their own pods to join Frieza’s ship, where they would serve Frieza for an undisclosed amount of time. Moving slowly, he climbed the stairs to his door and pulled it open, then cast a glance back before shutting the door and moving down the hall to Vegeta’s. There he did as he was commanded, which was to wait outside until Vegeta decided to appear, which was about twenty minutes later.







The double doors were yanked open, revealing the petite figure of the prince, his face screwed into a mask of anger. “Lets go, Goku. I’d like to get this over with.” Vegeta said as he pushed past him and walked hurriedly down the hall. Goku sighed, hurrying behind Vegeta trying to catch up.







“Vegeta, is something wrong?” He asked quietly, his eyes flashing with concern.







Vegeta threw an annoyed glance over his shoulder without stopping. “You talk to much.”







Goku took that as his cue to shut up; he didn’t want to anger this Vegeta as much as he did in the future. He followed behind Vegeta until they reached their pods, which were awaiting them with doors wide open. Vegeta quickly shoo’d the young mechanics away from the pods, having decided to explain everything to Goku himself.







“This panel here shows the coordinates that are set; you can’t override them without a password, and very few know the password. However, if something were to happen, this button here will stop the pod and it will fall into “float mode”, which means just what it implies. You float around in space until help arrives. To reactivate the coordinates, you simply push the button again and you’re off. This screen up here keeps you in contact with me, and that’s what these buttons are used for. NEVER turn your screen off. This is a speaker, which is used to communicate with both those in the control room at the base and I ; however, they can rarely make contact with us if we are too far out into space, which you and I will be. On this side, “ the prince continued, pointing to the right hand side of the pod. “is life support systems and backup energy supplies, computerized mapping systems and your sleep inducers. On long trips, sometimes it’s nice just to sleep through the whole thing. You will sleep through anything at all, unless you are contacted or are about to land, then the inducer will shut itself off and you will wake up.” Vegeta sighed, his eyes roaming over the pod once more. “That’s about it. Any questions, ask them now.” He turned towards Goku, one eyebrow raised in question.







Goku shook his head softly. “No, I think you covered everything…” he said as he flung his pack into the pod.







“Good. Then lets go. I’ll contact you shortly before we land, unless something else comes up.” Vegeta said as he climbed into his pod, glancing up at Goku as he fastened his belt. “See you there.”







With a nod, Goku climbed into his own pod, reaching around to pull the stiff belt around his waist and chest and snapping it into place. A mechanic reached inside, pressing a small switch on the pod door and wished him a good trip before the door flew upwards and closed with a “Swooshing” sound. Goku stared out the round window as the man moved out of his direct view, knowing he was probably shutting Vegeta’s door at that moment. In minutes, a small whine was heard as the engine started, the pod beginning to vibrate and rock slightly as it powered up. Goku reached over and turned the dial on the sleep inducer just as his pod shot into the sky; he watched in awe as the ground below seemed to disappear, and marveled at Vegeta-sei’s colorful atmosphere as he burst through it. He had ridden in a pod before, true, but no matter what, it would never be something he would get used to. Soon he could see the Planet Vegeta far below him, a round ball of swirling crimson. That was his last sight before his induced sleep took effect.





*****









“What do you mean, you have to build one exactly like it, but opposite?! Don’t speak to me in riddles woman!” Vegeta growled, his fists curling.







“Vegeta, I’m not speaking to you in riddles. I mean just what I said. Gohan and Trunks took this little box up to Dende, and Dende said that the only way we could get Goku and Goten back, as far as he knew, was to build a box with the exact same properties, but opposite. For instance, I know that this metal plate here with the two wires holds negative properties, yet this small wire next to it is positive. So in building a new box, I would make the plate and two wires positive, and the small wire negative. Get it?” She asked, her nose nearly inside the box as she studied it.







Vegeta was silent for a few seconds. “You mean, all you have to do is rebuild the box…. that’s IT?” He growled.







“Oh…is that it? No, it isn’t, Vegeta. You see, evidently Dende thinks everything should be the same, including the metal it’s made from, which happens to be called Elusyium. A metal that can’t be found on this planet, or even in the surrounding planets! But Gohan and Trunks are taking care of that. As soon as they find out which planet has that kind of element, they’ll take one of our pods there and get some for me. So, you see, it’s not a very easy feat at all!” She exclaimed, spinning in her chair to put her back to him again. “Now…if you don’t mind, Vegeta, I have some work to do. “







Vegeta huffed, crossing his arms. This was all taking much too long. It had been a week now, and he felt as if they hadn’t gotten anything done. He turned and left the room, stomping his way to the kitchen to sit at the table and think. The one thing that angered him the most about the whole situation, is that he seemed to be completely useless.





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“Goku…”







Goku murmured softly, turning in his seat slightly, his nose twitching. The young prince stood over him, smirking down at him. Goku’s eyes went wide as he realized the prince was naked and nearly choked as Vegeta fell forward, bracing his hands on the back of Goku’s seat, sliding his knees over Goku’s lap to straddle him.







“V..vegeta?” Goku whispered, flinching slightly as the prince leaned close to him, their noses brushing lightly.





”Goku?” Vegeta breathed softly just before he pressed his lips tightly against Goku’s. Goku gasped, thrusting upwards to rub against the prince’s naked body, a moan tearing itself from his throat at the pleasurable rippling sensations moving through his groin.







“Mmm…Vegeta…” He whispered against the hot moist lips, his hands sliding to Vegeta’s hips to hold him in place as Goku thrust upward again.







“DAMMIT GOKU, WAKE UP!” Goku choked on his own spit, his body flying forward from his sleeping position and his eyes blinking confusedly. “It’s about fucking time.” Vegeta’s face glowered at him from the screen above. Goku flushed deep scarlet and cleared his throat.







“Ah…sorry, Vegeta. I must have…been…really tired or something.” Goku replied, rubbing the back of his neck.







“Hn. Whatever. We’re going to be landing in about twenty minutes. Be ready.” And without warning, was gone from the screen. Goku sighed, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back against the seat. He’d have to start treading a bit more carefully in the future; he knew his feelings were growing for the young prince, feelings that he knew he had for the Vegeta in his own time, but also knew that the prince in his own time would never accept them. Staring blankly out the window, Goku briefly wondered if the younger version of Vegeta would accept him any easier.







“Don’t go there, Goku…you’ll just end up getting yourself into trouble.” He chastised himself. He moved forward, looking out at the huge ship floating in the black emptiness of space, attempting to get his mind off his raging erection that his erotic dream had created. Soon, his pod was descending quickly towards the ship, headed straight for a round doorway near the front of the large home of one of his future enemies. His pod passed through the large hole and into the landing bay beyond where he landed just seconds after Vegeta.







“State your name, class and position, please.” A voice boomed as his door flew open. A large ugly pink alien stood menacingly in front of him, glaring. His finger was poised over a small machine with a keyboard, like a mini computer.







“Goku, Elite Class, Bodyguard of Vegeta, Prince of Vegeta-sei.” He said steadily as he climbed out of the pod, pushing the ugly alien out of the way, much to the alien’s surprise. Goku put his best scowl on and sneered at the alien.







“Damn Saiyans…” the alien muttered, typing away on the keyboard. “Proceed then.” He said with a jerk of his head. Goku snorted and turned, finding himself being eyed up and down by Vegeta, who was smirking with amusement; the smirk disappeared quickly as a blue skinned man suddenly appeared at Vegeta’s side.







‘Zarbon…’ Goku thought to himself, immediately taking a step closer to Vegeta.







“Well well…” Zarbon said with a smile. “What do we have here? What happened to the bumbling eyesore you usually have with you, Vegeta?” Zarbon asked, flirtatious eyes wandering over Goku’s body.







“What do you want, Zarbon?” Vegeta asked angrily, stepping in front of Goku as if to block the alien’s eyes from wandering.







“Oh come now, Prince Vegeta. You know full well why I’m here. Frieza-sama wishes to see his princeling.” Zarbon said, chuckling at Vegeta’s sound of disgust.







“Whatever. Lets go.” He growled, stomping off towards the nearest exit. Goku followed along silently as Zarbon led them down the hall, then paused before a large door where he pressed his palm against a small panel before the door opened with a soft noise.







“Prince Vegeta to see you, Lord Frieza.” Zarbon purred as he stepped inside the airy room with a huge window that showed the swirling blackness of space beyond. In front of the window sat Frieza. The evil changeling was silent for minutes before he finally turned slightly.







“Prince Vegeta…so nice to have you back. I have a group of planets that need cleaning up; and very wealthy customers waiting. I hear you’re father has brought me a large number of Saiyan forces to help with this situation?” Frieza asked without glancing at them.







“Yes, Frieza-sama.” Vegeta answered with a small bow of his head. Goku gawked.







“Good.” The alien smiled. “Of course, I will give you the most stubborn planet; I know how you like a good challenge. You will leave in two days.”







“Yes, Frieza-sama. It will be just I and my bodyguard going on the mission.”







Frieza chuckled, shaking his head. “Very well. You may go now.”







With that, Vegeta turned on his heel and walked out the door, Goku following closely behind him. They followed a maze of hallways before Vegeta took a sharp turn, smacking his palm against the screen next to the door until the door opened. “We both sleep in here, Goku.” He stated simply as he walked through the doorway. “You in the outer chamber here, and I sleep in the inner chamber.”







Goku answered with a nod and then paused. “Um…Vegeta? Ca..can I ask you a question?”







Vegeta stopped before the inner chamber’s door, turning to face him. “Of course you can.”







“Well…ah…what exactly are you going to be doing on this planet we’re going to?” Goku asked, a feeling of dread rising in his chest.







Vegeta simply stared at him for a moment, then slowly pulled his white gloves off, a small smirk surfacing. “Not I, Goku. We. We, as in, you and I, are going to wipe out every living creature on the planet, of course. That’s what we’re hired to do, baka.”







Goku stood in stunned silence as the prince turned his back and stepped through the doorway, disappearing into the sleeping chamber beyond.







“Oh Kami, help me…” He whispered softly, staring longingly after the small figure of the prince.



*****





A low groan rumbled out in the darkness of the outer chamber as Goku twisted in his sleep, his brow furrowing. “Vegeta…” He whispered softly, his hips thrusting against the mattress beneath him.







The small lithe body of his long-time rival writhed beneath his own as he thrust again, his manhood buried deep inside Vegeta’s body; he wasn’t sure how he ended up in this position, and he didn’t care…Goku was in heaven. A wash of pure white ecstasy washed over him as his name was called out in fiery passion from the Prince’s mouth, which was now open in a silent scream as he arched up off of the bed towards Goku, his come splashing over Goku’s stomach as Goku thrust once more before his world spun, his stiff member jerking spasmodically in throws of orgasm.







Vegeta opened one sleepy eye as the strange noise assaulted his ears, awakening him from a deep sleep. He rolled onto his back, cocking his head slightly as he listened to the low steady squeak from the next room; He frowned into the darkness, his muscles jerking as a ragged moan disrupted the squeaking, followed by a few rasping breaths.







The prince’s face flushed readily as he finally recognized the passionate sounds from the next room, his skin prickling when a heat stirred low in his belly. He could have sworn he just heard his name called out…his flush deepened when his loins awakened, responding to the noise that assaulted his ears, noise he couldn’t manage to ignore. He flipped himself onto his stomach, pressing his face into the pillow, trying to avoid the sudden hentai images that flashed through his mind. Goku was a very fine specimen of saiyan manhood…true. But that didn’t mean that he, a prince, should think so.







Goku moaned softly from the other room, making Vegeta’s body tense, a jagged spike of pleasure running through his body to his groin, his hips thrusting forward on their own accord. The friction of the rough sheets against his cock made him gasp, his eyes flaring open, hands fisting in his pillow as he thrust again, his own moans and whimpers mixing with those from the next room. A hoarse cry rang out from the outer chamber, followed by Vegeta’s frantic panting as he fought to control his body; however at the sound of the other man’s release, Vegeta lost what control he had, slamming his hips against his mattress, his eyes screwed tightly shut, mouth open in a silent “O” of ecstasy as a passionate cry ripped itself from his throat, his seed spilling to the sheets below him.







Breathing deeply, he pressed his face to his pillow again, shaking his head in disbelief at his own actions. Never before had he pleasured himself, and never had he really felt the need to…until now. He knew that other young Saiyan’s did regularly, but that was they, and not he.







From the next room, Goku braced himself on his elbows, blinking rapidly as his dream faded, leaving him confused in his abrupt wakefulness. His own scream had awoken him, but as his eyes had snapped open, he swore he had heard another outburst, similar to his own, but from Vegeta’s chamber. Goku shook his head lightly, lifting himself from the creamy wet mess that lay smeared not only on the bed, but also over his thighs, groin and stomach. The dream had been wonderful, and thinking back to it, it made Goku shiver softly. In the dream, he had been plundering his beautiful prince, pleasuring him beyond anything he had ever imagined. Yet in the dream, Vegeta was his Vegeta one minute, and the young prince the next. Both were one and the same, of course, but Goku found it rather odd that his fantasy should flash back and forth between the two.







“Both are so hot…” he whispered as he got up from the bed. He had to clean the mess up so he could hopefully return to slumber.







Vegeta held his breath as he heard Goku moving around in the outer chamber. How he wished he understood these strange feelings he was suddenly having; he was confused, his own mind and body acting so differently than they ever had. Never before had he given a thought to pleasures of the flesh in this way. Sex had never interested him, whether it by himself, or with someone else; the battle was all that mattered, and that left little time for sexual feelings. Now barrages of emotions were suddenly assaulting him and he wasn’t sure what to do about any of them.







“Hn.” He muttered softly, scooting across the large bed to a less… wet area. “Whatever.” He muttered, his head falling to the pillow with exhaustion.





*****



Goku’s eyes fluttered open before squinting over at the clock. He scratched lazily at his head before freezing as he realized he wasn’t alone; Vegeta stood in the doorway between the two rooms, his arms crossed, eyes narrowed at him thoughtfully.





The only clothing the Prince wore was a tight fitting pair of blue pants and white boots, his blue tunic held limply in one hand. There was a jumbled pile at Vegeta’s feet, and Goku quickly identified this as Vegeta’s armor. Goku’s eyes wandered up Vegeta’s compact, muscular body, swallowing hard and trying in vain to fend off the heat that was building up in his groin. If he had any doubts before, they were gone now. He wanted Vegeta, and wanted him badly; but Vegeta didn’t like him, even here and now, where he didn’t have a reason to hate Goku as he did in the future. He was still the proud prince, and Goku was still Goku. What could he possibly do to win his heart? His thoughts were then interrupted, his eyes snapping up at the sound of Vegeta’s voice.







“What are you staring at, Baka?” Vegeta snorted at him, an amused smile twitching at his lips. “Get dressed. We’re going to spar.” He said before pulling the blue shirt over his head.







“Spar?” Goku asked as he reached for his blue bodysuit.







A pause. “Yes, spar. You know, fight?” Vegeta answered wryly. At Goku’s nod, he continued. “It wouldn’t be right for you to continue being my body guard if I don’t even know how good you are. You’re powerful,” He began before narrowing his eyes, his hands busy as they pulled white gloves over his digits. “But you will never beat me. So don’t be arrogant about your skills, for your prince will always be above you in every way.”







Goku raised both eyebrows. ‘There’s the arrogant pride that will have him hating me in a couple decades.’ He thought with a mix of sadness and amusement. Vegeta would come to be a very powerful warrior, and would believe himself to be the most powerful aside from Frieza, until he would arrive on earth and meet Goku for the first time. That’s when the long time hatred would start. Goku sighed as he pulled his clothes on, an idea brightening his countenance slightly. What if being here would change the future Vegeta’s mind about him, by influencing the young Vegeta? All he could do was try, and hope that it wouldn’t make things worse. He cringed slightly at the “wrongness” of the whole idea, but he had to figure something out before he went insane. But what if he managed to screw their entire future up? What if it got so damaged that they couldn’t go home?





*****





“Is this the best you can do, Goku?” Vegeta asked with a scowl of disgust. They had been trading blows for about an hour now, and though the other man’s strikes were powerful and fast, it wasn’t anything special. Perhaps Vegeta had been wrong; perhaps Goku wasn’t special at all; just slightly more refined in battle than the other elites.







Goku paused, his eyes darting sideways away from Vegeta before turning slightly, wiping his hand over his slightly damp brow. “Naw, that’s not all I can do…but I don’t want to hurt you or anything.” Goku explained, watching anger and disbelief flare up behind the young ouji’s eyes.







“HURT me? Me?” Vegeta snorted and laughed. “You couldn’t hurt me if you tried. I far surpass you, low class scum. You may be an elite, but you were still born low…” He trailed off, hesitant eyes narrowing. “Or I assume you were…since there seems to be no record of your birth on this planet.” Vegeta was satisfied with the panicked look on the older man’s face, blotches of red appearing on his cheeks.







Goku grinned suddenly. “Touché, my prince, touché!”







Vegeta scowled, falling back into battle stance.







“Give me all you’ve got, Goku. If you think you can take me, then you just go ahead and try it; but hear me now, I will not hold back on you just because you’re my guard.” He smirked wickedly. ‘I’ll have you down on your knees in no time, Goku, just you see! Then you’ll bask in my royal perfection, and you’ll know who is the greatest fighter…’ His thought was cut short however, as his breath was held, his eyes widening as Goku disappeared from his spot across the training room. “What th…OOF!” A sharp fist collided with his gut and he was immediately doubled over in pain, the blueness of Goku’s pants flashing into his view before his eyes shut on their own accord. He gasped as he tried to straighten, but when he did, another fist caught him in the jaw. His small body flew through the air and collided harshly with the wall, where he fell, crumpling to the floor.







“What the hell!!!” he screamed, clawing his way to his feet, his face red with fury.







Goku stood facing him, his face passive. “You told me not to hold back.” He said softly. “So I’m not.”







With a howl of rage, the young prince flew at Goku, his hands lifting to send a shower of ki blasts at him. Smoke began to fill the air after nearly a minute of ki blasting, and Vegeta finally stopped his attack, backing off slightly. His eyes strained to see through the smoke, and slowly, a head full of spiky black hair came into view. He heard Goku chuckle from within the smoke cloud, and then he stepped from it, completely unharmed. Vegeta’s eyes widened.





‘How the hell did he manage to dodge all my blasts?! There is no possible way…’





In the blink of an eye, the taller saiyan was in front of him again, his hand lashing out to slap the prince across his left cheek, and then backhanding him across the right cheek. The spar went on like that for hours, Vegeta blasting Goku, and in return, Goku would get a few powerful strikes in. Finally, Goku leaned over, bracing his hands on his knees as he eyed the obviously exhausted prince up and down.







“I think we should stop, I’m getting tired…not to mention hungry. We didn’t eat all day!” He exclaimed, running his hands through his hair. Vegeta was breathing heavily, his eyes lifting from the ground to meet Goku’s.





“Hn. Yes, I suppose we should eat something.” Was all he said before he walked towards the exit, Goku hurrying to follow behind him. They walked down the hall in silence, and though Goku was dying to know Vegeta’s thoughts, he figured Vegeta would share them if he wanted to, so the silence stretched until they arrived at the mess hall. After having their fill of food, they both returned to their chambers. When they arrived, Vegeta shoved a stack of papers at Goku. “I expect you to read this before you sleep tonight. It’s information about the planet we’re cleaning up. Read it thoroughly so you are familiar with everything. We should be gone about three to five weeks, as while this race is known for their excellent fighting skills, the planet isn’t very populated.”





Goku stared down at the stack of papers and nodded absently. “Ok, I’ll read them now, Vegeta-sama.” He said softly. Vegeta nodded and walked to his own chamber, leaving Goku alone with his thoughts. Sitting heavily on the edge of his bed, he flung the stack of papers aside and rubbed his forehead. “Dear Kami, I just don’t know what I’m going to do. If I go through with the orders…I’ll be a murderer…just like those I’ve vowed to protect innocent people against. But if I disobey orders, there’s a good chance I’ll die here in the past, leaving Goten alone…and possibly changing the future…forever…would Goten even still exist?” he muttered softly to himself before he fell back onto his back, staring up at the ceiling sleepily, where he fell into disturbed sleep moments later.