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Raditz sighed heavily as he sauntered down the long corridor, his carriage one of weary reluctance and inner brooding. His pod had landed well over an hour ago, and he had taken the time to clean up and change his uniform. That was per his usual routine… what wasn't was the subtle questions he had asked his fellow Saiyan before taking leave to report to his prince. His last mission had been one of the hardest and most important in his entire career as an elite warrior of the Royal Guard. A month had passed since he had walked these cold, stark hallways…

The prince was not doing well. Nappa's answers had been unwittingly telling. Vegeta had become even colder than usual, more withdrawn, and for the bald Saiyajin to have noticed at all, the change must be truly extreme indeed. Raditz had expected something like this, had fretted about it the entire month he'd been gone, and now it seemed his fears had been lamentably justified. The prince was silently mourning his loss, was holding all emotion inward, just as he had always done. Never once had he seen Vegeta openly grieve for their lost planet or people. The prince was always cool, always collected, whenever the subject was broached. This most recent loss, however, was even more personal, for the longhaired Saiyan knew how strongly Vegeta had bonded to his only child. The boy…

Halting before the door, Raditz sighed again and swiped a hand through his long, unruly mane. It had been hard handing the boy over to his new 'parents'. He, himself, had grown considerably attached to the tiny hybrid brat while seeking to find him a new home, yet Vegeta's difficulty had to be a hundred times worse. And now he had to face him for the first time since the prince had given him that dreadful imperative. Swallowing his apprehension, the large warrior briskly knocked. The command to enter was short and sharp, and Raditz's heart twitched slightly in response; but then he took a deep, calming breath and strode in.

The room was dimly lit, although he could see it was spotless to a fault—as was the Prince of the Saiyajin standing majestically before the window, his back turned, gazing silently at the distant stars. Vegeta had been waiting for him. The prince was dressed head to toe in his immaculate white armor, gloves, boots, and blue body suit. Considering the shape Vegeta had been in when he'd last seen him, Raditz thought he looked absolutely magnificent. He automatically fell to one knee before him, hand across his chest, head dropping in proper obeisance. The silence was unnaturally heavy and persisted for several long, laborious moments. Then the prince spoke, his voice soft, yet crisp.

"Tell me."

That was all. Nothing more.

Raditz took another deep breath and answered. "They are warriors of a sort—not too strong, yet adequately skilled. He will be trained. They have accepted him without issue and will treat him with respect. They are not wealthy nor overly significant among their kind, and their species and planet are that of little import."

There was another long, exacting silence, and Raditz anxiously held his breath until Vegeta finally nodded, once.

"Good," he said tersely, coolly, turning toward the kneeling warrior. "You have done well, Raditz. Have you considered your reward?"

The longhaired Saiyan paused, and dared to look up into his monarch's dark, obsidian gaze. Raditz reflexively shivered at the flat, icy stare burning steadily down at him. A thousand times worse, he determined wordlessly. That cold, dead stare wiped away every last trace of indecision. He staunchly steeled his nerves.

"Yes, Ouji-sama."

Vegeta waited, stance straight and regal, eyes glacially indifferent. Oh, Kami, I will be killed for sure…

Hn. So be it.

"I want you, Ouji-sama," he said bluntly, ignoring the tiny beads of sweat forming on his brow.

That made those cold, unfeeling eyes blink. Raditz charged on quickly.

"I want you for one night, all night, to do everything I desire."

The eyes blinked again, went extraordinarily wide… and then blazed to murderous life.

"What?!!" he hissed in pure, unmitigated fury. "What the hell do you take me for?!! I will not be your personal whore for the evening!!"

Raditz flinched slightly under the terrible intensity of Vegeta's outrage, yet he did not turn away, nor back down. "You said the reward would be of my choosing," he reminded him firmly, his tone matter-of-fact. "This is what I choose."

"Choose something else!!" he roared, his voice nothing more than a low, guttural growl. "Before I blast away every last molecule of your existence!!"

The longhaired Saiyan slowly shook his head. "No, Vegeta-sama. I want you. If you elect to break your oath and kill me, then so be it. I will then know that you have lost all honor and have truly become his most avid disciple. And if that is so, then I do not wish to live."

Raditz could almost feel the rage and astonishment rolling off of the smaller man in pulsing, white-hot waves; he could certainly see it moiling with violent ferocity in his eyes. Vegeta's face twisted up into a dark, fearsome snarl.

"You dare compare me to that revolting lizard?!" he seethed in a harsh, rasping whisper. "You dare to use my honor against me to get me into your bed?! To be your sex slave?!! I am your prince, not your damned recreational toy!! If you think—"

The prince abruptly halted mid sentence, gasping, his complexion blanching white as death.

"Ouji-sama?!" he questioned instantly, concern straining his inflection, strong hands grasping the man's shoulders inadvertently.

Vegeta took in several lungfuls of air, then shook his head. "I'm fine," he said, his voice shaky yet his tone clearly dismissive. "I…"

Dark eyes bore into him as the prince's words faded into silence. Vegeta stared at him for what seemed a long, deliberating while, the anger in his gaze almost completely supplanted by a vast, abysmal grief. His eyes had become nothing more than black, shimmering pools of liquid anguish. This was what Raditz had been seeking, though he truly hadn't expected to see it quite this soon, if at all.

"I will just kill you afterward," the prince said finally, gruffly, in a voice harsh with both defiance and defeat.

Raditz slowly nodded. "I know," he returned softly.

Vegeta glared angrily down into the calm, solemn countenance of the large Saiyajin before him, one of his warriors. He had placed great trust in this man, more than anyone else in his entire life. He had thought him worthy of that trust, and up to point, he had been. Hn… he should have known better. The child was safe, at least… but for how long? Would Raditz hold that information over his head forever? Kuso, he had blindly promised the man anything he wanted…

But this?

He should kill him for even suggesting such a thing. Now. Honor or no. Hn, and there was not much left of that in him to speak of. He would not allow himself to be used like that. Not when he actually had a choice in the matter.

So why was the man still breathing?

For the life of him, he could not answer that. Perhaps it was that last vestige of honor. Perhaps it was the knowledge that he would be acting exactly like that loathsome lizard if he did so. Or perhaps it was the fact that Raditz was the only being in the universe who shared his deepest, darkest secrets. He was also the only person who knew where his son was. And for all that he had told the longhaired warrior never to reveal the location, for him to forever destroy the possibility of seeing the boy again someday…

Another wave of bitter, grievous agony washed over him. Kami… he could still smell the boy's delightfully sweet scent… feel his soft, furry tail curled snugly around his wrist… his round, pudgy cheek pressed warmly against his lips…

The prince grit his teeth tightly together, shoving the pain away, yet again. This was not the time. It would never be the time. And Raditz was—

A small gasp of surprise nearly escaped him. Large, warm hands were slowly, gingerly, caressing his arms, gliding over tense and powerful muscles, smoothing over tautly knotted shoulders. The warrior's eyes were gazing steadily up at him, gleaming brightly with a hungry desire the prince had seen there just once before. Yet there was more than mere lust burning in those eyes. There was something warmer… something deep and true.

He had sensed it before. It was the reason he had found himself trusting Raditz with such private and terrible things. That warmth, genuine and wholehearted, had always perplexed him, for he did not understand it. That had never stopped him from accepting it, however, nor secretly relishing it. Raditz was the only person he'd ever chosen to be with. The only one who had ever touched him like this…

No. No one had ever touched him like this. Their single moment together had been fast and furious in its intensity. This was different… slow and sensual. The hands lightly stroked and kneaded, moving over his armored flesh with soft, artful precision. Beneath the armored body suit, Vegeta's skin surreptitiously prickled with a million dots of unintended pleasure. His breathing grew shallow and controlled as he willfully repressed a shiver. Yet he did not move to stop him; he simply stood there, gazing mutely at the man's enraptured visage as his palms slid down to the long tail wrapped securely around his waist.

This time Vegeta could not halt the soft gasp that burst through parted lips as the skillful fingers raked lightly over silken fur, brushing across the entire length of his encircling tail, until they came to a gentle rest at the base, relentlessly caressing. Then his hands curled around the lush thickness and carefully pulled it free from his body, his tail sliding through the large warrior's nimble fingers with unwitting ease.

"Vegeta-sama," Raditz whispered reverently, worshipfully, his throat rumbling with a low purr. Then his head tilted upward and he leaned forward, his soft, warm lips sweeping tenderly across the prince's own.

Vegeta stood motionlessly, feet rooted to the floor as his mouth was painstakingly assaulted, the very tip of Raditz's tongue flicking lightly over his lips. He barely managed to stifle a moan as the tongue dipped slowly inside to stroke and tease, the feel and flavor instantly recalling to mind the sweet, gratifying memories of the past. He had nearly forgotten how good the man tasted… his mouth, his skin, his blood…

A shudder tore through the prince's slight frame at the remembered delicacy. He had done it as a mere afterthought, a small gesture of unspoken thanks for the longhaired warrior's warm generosity. The taste had been unexpectedly delicious. Without a thought, Vegeta now mimicked that very gesture, one sharp canine scraping across the inner flesh of Raditz's lower lip, drawing forth a thin stream of savory crimson. He groaned softly in sheer delight as the exquisite flavor rolled over their entwining tongues, his hands flying up to sink into the vast, inky depths of riotous silk.

His hands fisted around the thick velvet locks, tugging the man's delectable mouth closer, his tongue slowly exploring every nook and crevice of the divine warmth. His body shuddered again as the large warrior's masterful hands continued their gentle ministrations on his tail, ruffling against the fur, rubbing with such a light, delicate touch. Kusoooooo...

No.

He would not be used… he would not…

…and yet…

…and yet…

Oh, Kami, he needed this. He needed this feeling, these warm, enjoyable sensations, surging through his body, burning hotly through his cold, benumbed veins. He needed to lose himself in this man's heat as he had once before… to feel mindless pleasure… to feel alive again…

He would not be used. Instead, he would use him.

With a growl of impatience, he released the man's wild black mane and drew back, then ripped off his own armor with swift vehemence. Tossing it carelessly aside, he yanked off his gloves and began tugging down the body suit, watching with undisguised yearning as Raditz leisurely removed his own armor, large, rippling muscles being slowly revealed, inch by glorious inch. Then all barriers were gone and his eyes feasted hungrily on the bare, brawny form still on his knees before him. Oh, Kami, he wanted him…

Yet it was Raditz who reached for him first, his large, warm hands curving around his waist and drawing him near. Then the warrior's hot mouth closed over his skin, searingly delicious as it blazed a chaotic trail over his chest and torso, his scorching tongue lapping ravenously at every ounce of flesh. Vegeta's head went back with a deep, guttural moan as the man's teeth bit sharply into his nipple, not hard enough to elicit blood, but enough to send a jolt of electric pleasure to every corner of his being. His fingers clawed through the dark mass of ebony spikes once again, to dig firmly into the man's scalp, holding him securely in place as his talented mouth continued to torment and tantalize.

The hands on his waist slid dexterously around behind him, gliding smoothly over his buttocks to cup them tightly. Another blistering charge sizzled through him as his hardening groin was pulled tautly against the heated flesh of the warrior's broad chest, Raditz's highly proficient fingers dancing sensuously across his firm, round behind. Oh, Kami, he needed—

The longhaired Saiyan abruptly broke free of his hold and withdrew. Vegeta blinked in startled bewilderment, his lips parting to irately question…

…only to find himself being swept up into the man's encompassing embrace and transported to the bed, where he landed with a small bounce on his backside. Then Raditz was pressing him back into the softness, his large, burly frame prowling over his own like a towering blanket of sweltering heat… and Vegeta's eyes went inadvertently wide.

At the feel of the prince's tensing muscles beneath him, Raditz's gaze darted immediately to his face…

And what he saw there shocked him to the very core of his soul.

His eyes blinked rapidly, as if to dispel the image before him as the impossibility it simply had to be. Yet nothing was altered. The incongruous expression on Vegeta's fair visage remained completely unchanged.

The prince's dark eyes were uncommonly wide, and glinted brightly with a strange light that Raditz had never seen with this severe an intensity before. Vegeta was staring up at him with a piercing gleam of stark, naked fear. The small, muscular body trembled slightly, uncontrollably, beneath him, and Raditz silently cursed Frieza to every plane of hell he could recall to mind. Then he forced his eyes to close against the extraordinarily unsettling sight, and lowered his mouth once more to the prince's warm, ambrosial flesh. He licked and lapped, nipped and nibbled, until the shivering stopped and the taut muscles went lax. Then, his chest vibrating with a deep, throaty purr, his mouth moved on, traveling unhurriedly downward.

Breathing deeply, Vegeta lay in perfect silence, stinging shame twisting violently in his gut. Kuso… how could have lost control like that? How could he have transferred his secret fear of Frieza onto Raditz? The two were nothing alike at all. Yet the moment he'd thought that the large warrior had been about to take him… to use him as Frieza had…

This time he managed to suppress the outward shudder.

He knew Raditz had seen his fear. How could the man have missed it? Nevertheless, his mouth was still gliding hotly over his skin, his tongue a warm, wet delight that could not be denied. And that mouth was slowly venturing lower…

Oh, Kami, did he mean to—

The prince suddenly arched against the bed, a sharp cry tearing from his throat as the large Saiyan's hot mouth abruptly closed over the very tip of his arousal. He heard the man growl a soft purr, then his lips slid warmly down the length of him, engulfing him fully. Vegeta could only observe, moaning in quivering ecstasy, as his body experienced the most heavenly sensations of pleasure he had ever known. He watched in a state of heightened bliss as his entire length vanished, again and again, deep within Raditz's mouth, the warrior's gifted tongue swirling deftly, wondrously, over his most sensitive flesh.

Oh, Kami…

His hips began to move of their own accord, thrusting slowly upward into the moist and marvelous heat that was Raditz. The large Saiyajin merely rumbled in response, the low vibrations seeping gloriously into his straining flesh as he glided in and out of his splendid mouth.

Oh, Kami…

His eyelids fluttered closed, his teeth sinking into his own lip as the pleasure became almost too exquisite to bear.

Oh… Kami…

A howl of pure, uninhibited rapture rang out thunderously through the room, and Vegeta felt himself soar…

…and then crash into wave upon wave of lurching, convulsing euphoria.

Raditz moaned in delight as he slowly drank him in, savoring the rich, salty-sweet taste of his prince with unbounded relish. Without a doubt he had pleased the man; a miraculous thing considering how things had started out. However, even as he licked the last, luscious drop from Vegeta's flesh, he knew he was not yet finished with him. And it wasn't his own release that he was contemplating, though that was certainly a rather pressing factor in his decision. The knowledge that he was doing this for Vegeta did nothing to halt the flood of excitement that surged through his being as he reached to extract the vial from the jumbled heap of his discarded clothing. Hn… and if he was going to die in the morning, then he was about to get his last wish.

Popping open the lid, Raditz poured the smooth, clear liquid liberally over his hands, his eyes drooping slightly as he then spread it over his own throbbing need. Without hesitation he turned back to the not-yet-recovered Saiyajin prince and smeared it over the small aperture between his legs. He would have preferred more preparation than that, but he knew that Vegeta would not allow it. As he would not allow this. Positioning himself before the blissfully oblivious prince, the longhaired Saiyan took a deep, fortifying breath. Hn, perhaps his death would come even sooner than expected…

Raditz clenched his teeth and thrust slowly into the warm, unsuspecting body below him.

Jolted abruptly from his sublimely gratifying reverie, Vegeta gasped aloud in pain and surprise, his eyes snapping open to see Raditz settling comfortably into place above him. Within him. The man's expression was one of sheer enjoyment as his thick length sank deeper into his body. The prince could only stare at him in utter shock, frozen with disbelief, unable to react.

Raditz took swift, brazen advantage of Vegeta's momentary immobility, his carefully angled hips beginning a slow and steady rhythm, gliding gently and deeply within the hot, tight passage of his prince. Oh, Kami, nothing had ever felt this good…

His eyes gazed worshipfully down into the face of consummate perfection. Vegeta was the ultimate Saiyajin. He was their flawless crown jewel. He would fear nothing. He would surpass them all.

Raditz silently conveyed all of this to his prince with the warm, revering stroke of his hand, with the soft, exalting touch of his lips, and with the sweet, rolling caress of hard flesh encased within soft. Vegeta would know this truth as he did, though he would surely die for the telling.

As the shock and fear slowly melted away, Vegeta found himself staring into two glittering black orbs of devotion… and the assault on his body was anything but. Despite the initial invasion, there was no pain whatsoever to speak of. On the contrary. The way Raditz moved within him… Or was it simply his heat? Or that adoring look in his eyes? Or the feather-light touch of his mouth and hands? The prince could not decide. Perhaps it was the combined totality of it all. Whatever the reason was, the sensations thrumming through his body were making him gasp with pleasure once again.

This was no cold Frieza ruthlessly dominating him, using his body for pointless torture and maniacal gratification. No. This was warm. This was slow and gentle and glorifying. Raditz was tenderly bathing him in the profound depths of his vast, cherishing affection. He was not disgusted by his fear; he was endeavoring to abolish it… to elevate him to all that he knew he should be.

The Prince of the Saiyajin.

In Raditz's eyes, that was more than a mere title, more than a royal birthright. It was this intense, almost fanciful idea of who he was, of what he would someday become.

Super Saiyajin.

His father had told him the blood ran through his veins, the potential for greatness. He had always believed it was possible. Raditz more than believed. Raditz believed in him totally, completely, and with every fiber of his being.

Lying beneath him, Vegeta basked in the warmth, reveling in the idolizing sentiment the longhaired Saiyan was showering so lavishly upon him. His mouth curved into a knowing smirk, which Raditz instantly mirrored back to him.

With a growl of fierce delight, the prince grasped his hair and pulled their lips together, his tongue delving deep within his fiery mouth. This appeared to be the signal Raditz had been waiting for, for his pace suddenly increased, his hips thrusting harder and deeper, in faster, more wanton abandon.

Vegeta groaned savagely into his mouth, his own hips instinctively picking up the rhythm, moving in rapid time with the larger man. Raditz echoed the sound, rumbling deeply against him, his warm palm skimming down the smaller man's torso to curl hotly around his erection. With swift, firm strokes, the warrior soon had him writhing like a wild animal beneath him, snarling and moaning in incoherent pleasure.

The rhythm escalated and intensified, flesh pounding furiously against flesh, their feral Saiyan nature taking over them both and submerging them in a deep ocean of bestial ferocity. Vegeta's powerful fingers raked mindlessly across the strong, wide back, as the large warrior continued to slam into his body, his hard length rubbing ceaselessly against a small, sensitive place deep within him. The bombardment of pleasures grew too sweet, too deliciously intense… he could… no longer… hold… on…

So he let go, succumbing violently to the dark waters of ecstasy once again, Raditz's raw, primitive scream quickly trailing in his wake.

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There was no dawn to announce the end of the long, sultry night in the darkness of space; there was only the centrally-regulated clock set to standard space time. Nevertheless, there was no mistaking the night was over. Morning had come and Raditz rose early to face it.

He slowly pulled on his body suit and armor, fitted his arms with his bracers and tucked his feet into his boots. Then his eyes turned back to sweep reverently over the still, slumbering form of his prince, and he smiled. Kami, he truly was magnificent. Nothing would ever stand in his way.

The large warrior sighed and sauntered quietly to the window, his gaze flickering absently over the distant stars, his mind wandering again across the sweet, warm memories of his final night. It had been well worth it. He would never be able to match it again, anyway.

The soft rustle of sheets informed him of his prince's awakening, yet he did not turn to face him until bade to do so. It seemed a painfully long eternity before that happened, a subtle clearing of Vegeta's throat the command to turn and kneel before him.

Raditz gazed solemnly at the man's small, white-clad feet, silently awaiting the imminent implementation of his death sentence. When the prince finally spoke, his voice was calm and matter-of-fact.

"You are dismissed."

Several erratic beats later, the meaning of his words sank in. His eyes flew astonishedly to Vegeta's face. He was met by the prince's usual cool gaze, a single brow arching high on the man's handsome countenance.

"I said you are dismissed," he repeated softly.

Raditz nodded dumbly in response, and rose in automatic compliance. He was halfway to the door when the prince halted him.

"Oh, Raditz."

The longhaired warrior turned bewilderedly back to him.

"Yes, Ouji-sama?"

The corner of Vegeta's mouth quirked up in amusement.

"Come back tonight."

Raditz could only stare at him, his eyelids blinking in rapid succession. And then the realization struck, and a slow grin of delight stretched broadly across his visage. He bowed low before his prince once again.

"Yes, Ouji-sama."