Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Find Me ... My Prince ❯ Chapter 1

Author's notes I hope you like this fic. It's my first one. If you don't like yaoi, don't read it. Yaoi = male and male kissing and groping and getting all hot... if you like it please be my guest and read.

Pairings - V + KKR , OC + KKR.

Timeline : err. Vegetasai still exist and Kakarotto (before he lost his memory) acts the same as Goku. And there's another elite saiyan, Aoshi (shivers).

Story: An elite saiyan wants Kakarotto as his mate, which stirs up Vegeta's protectiveness, he claims Kakarotto but loses him as he crashes on earth as a purger without his memories. Will Vegeta have courage to revive Kakarotto, his weakness?

Find Me. My Prince

Chapter 1

Vegeta smirked and finally put an end to their sparring session as he punched Kakarotto in the gut. The wild haired saiyajin doubled over and desperately gulped air to fill his lungs. It was obvious who was the victor for this round of fighting.

Like always, Vegeta had won. But today the prince had pulled some new moves on him and he had to admit, they were some pretty cool moves.

"I'll be in the dining hall." Vegeta said with a smirk of victory on his face. "Don't be late."

Vegeta didn't go hard on Kakarotto today; he knew that Kakarotto must be tired form the extreme sparring yesterday. Now there was a big topic to think about.

Kakarotto was his friend. Kakarotto was the one he loved. The only saiyajin the world that he would want for a mate. It was getting harder to ignore the fact that the wild haired saiyan was perfect for a mate. Perfect and wanted by a lot of saiyans. He was so innocent, the exact opposite of what Vegeta is. He didn't even know that those saiyans eye him after the showers and spars. Vegeta knew the ways of saiyan mating and what it can do. It can form a bond so strong that it can't be broken even after life. Which is what he wanted to do with the wild haired saiyan.

Vegeta was scared though; fear was something he had hardly faced. Being the saiyan prince, he must eliminate all weaknesses and fear is a weakness. He feared that the friendship between him and Kakarotto would be destroyed if he stepped over the line of only observing Kakarotto. Vegeta sighed.

Kakarotto, he couldn't determine if he was a strength or a weakness. Vegeta guessed he was both. Although he couldn't come up with a good explanation of why.

How could something be a weakness, yet a strength at the same time?

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Kakarotto could only stare at Vegeta as he tried to regain his health. That last hit was painful and shocking. Finally, after the saiyan no ouji had exited the public training hall, Kakarotto managed to stand and walk slowly toward where he had left his towel. Each step he took sent his vision spinning. To make matters worse, he couldn't find his towel when he reached the benches of the public dojo.

"Looking for this?" a voice said.

Kakarotto sharply looked up upon reflex, despite his aching head. There he saw a saiyan about the age of Vegeta or a bit older. The saiyan had handsome features with his long spiky hair and well muscled body. In his hand was Kakarotto's towel.

"Give it back Takeda-san." Kakarotto growled. He knew that the older saiyan was only trying to get his attention. Being around him made his whole being shiver and his tail tingle. Seeing the other saiyan eye his lashing tail, he wrapped it securely around his waist. He felt dirty even being looked at by Takeda.

"I've been watching you Kakarotto. You truly are a beautiful fighter." He lifted his hand for Kakarotto to take the towel and said, " Didn't I tell you to call me Aoshi?"

Kakarotto snatched the towel and hung it limply in his hand, refusing to use what Aoshi had given him. That saiyan seriously gave him the creeps. He could sense he was up to no good and somehow that involved himself. Everyday after his usual soars with Vegeta, he would come up to Kakarotto and speak with him. Well, it began with conversing at least, however every so often, Aoshi would rest his hand on his arm or get a little too close for comfort. Rumors were that Aoshi was looking for a mate and Kakarotto didn't want to be one of the multiple choices. Aoshi was popular among the males and the females and could practically have anyone he wanted. So he began to ignore Aoshi in order to give him a hint that he didn't want to be anyone's mate but Vegeta's of course.

Damn where was Vegeta when you need him. Usually, if Vegeta were here, Aoshi wouldn't be as persistent. But he believed that since Aoshi hadn't been there for a whole week, he had given up. However, he guessed wrong and he cursed himself for being so naïve, thinking that Aoshi would give up. Saiyans were known for their persistency. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!

Today Aoshi didn't wish to be ignored. Once Kakarotto had taken the towel and was about to leave, he roughly grabbed his arm. Kakarotto looked at him, "Let go Takeda - san."

"No my little saiyan, you will listen to what I have to say." He grinned; his face portrayed a hunter's face. "I choose you as mate Kakarotto."

With that, Aoshi pinned Kakarotto to the nearest wall and held his wrists with one hand. His other hand trailed to Kakarotto's buttocks, slowly caressing them.

Kakarotto looked at the sneering Aoshi in fear. The lustful saiyan was no doubt stronger than him. He was in no condition whatsoever to take on a determined Aoshi. Even if he were in perfect condition his power level would be the same as the other saiyan's and the outcome would be hard to predict. He hated this feeling; he hated the weakness that Vegeta always pointed out in him. He had no control over his body and no power to stop Aoshi.

He could feel Aoshi's hard length through the thin fabrics, pressing against his own.

What?! Damn body, I can't even keep my hormones under control. Damn puberty!

Aoshi's musky scent was arousing him. A sudden movement made Kakarotto moan as Aoshi grounded their erections together.

Kami! This is the first time anyone has ever done that! I want my first to be with Vegeta!!

Kakarotto struggled against the forceful saiyan. Aoshi's lips had found their way to Kakarotto's and his tongue was eagerly exploring the moist cavern. Unknowingly, Kakarotto's tongue warred against the intruding one. The friction of their tongues and hips caused a delicious drunken feeling to appear in his body.

I have to fight it. I have to, I must.. I - I..'Gita.

Saiyan instincts weakened him. Obviously Aoshi was going to be dominant. Once the one searching for a mate sexually advances on another, the submissive one would lose control of their strength and ki. After, the dominant one would hunt the prey, or the prey would simply have no power to run and submit. That is when the dominant one would claim the other as mate and as bonded.

Thousands of years of saiyan heritage didn't weaken that instinct in these two saiyans. Kakarotto felt too weak to fight back. He didn't want this to be happening. Aoshi knew he had power over him and was going to use it to his full advantage. Kami This felt worse than knowing Vegeta would beat him to bloody pulp. But everything was starting to feel .soooo good.

Aoshi grinned and picked Kakarotto up. He gently swung him over his shoulder and retreated to his room. Kakarotto was his, the perfect mate to match the perfect saiyan. He had watched Kakarotto spar and everything about him was beautiful and strong. His features were very handsome and his trademark hair made him seem wild. He was skilled in sparring and his spirit was lively and easy to dominate. All the others had too much pride too much sucking up and were uncaring. Who would have thought? The elite saiyan Aoshi being ever so popular would choose a third class like Kakarotto. Well he was going to surprise them all.

He dropped Kakarotto onto the bed in his sleeping area and crawled don top of him. Kakarotto opened his eyes and smiled at the face of Aoshi above him. The wild haired saiyan felt completely drunk. Everything happening was like a dream. Aoshi started to ravish his mouth again. Everything felt so hot too.

Aoshi began to discard Kakarotto's clothes. After the clothes were somehow taken off, or ripped, he attacked Kakarotto's nipples, making him moan like there was no tomorrow. To Kakarotto, the nipping and sucking at his nipples was driving him crazy and every move sent more fire down towards his groin area. He needed release.

Such a sensitive saiyan. I must be receiving a virgin. Thought Aoshi.

He smirked and kissed Kakarotto again. Virgins were tight and fun to fuck. He silently thanked Kakarotto for being one. He trailed his tongue from the center of Kakarotto's chest down to his navel where he dipped his tongue in. This made the wild haired saiyan squirm, rubbing Aoshi's erection against his thigh. Aoshi closed his eyes in pleasure.

You are an eager one my little Kakarotto.

Aoshi's tongue dipped even further downwards to Kakarotto's pleasure center. Taking a good look at Kakarotto large cock, he twirled his tongue around the head first, then swallowing it whole. The wild haired saiyan bucked his hips and his moans turned into screams. Aoshi sucked on it, the stroked it with his mouth from the base till he reached the end and let go with a pop. He repeated this action again and again.

"VEGETA!!!!" Kakarotto came with a shout of the prince's name.

Aoshi swallowed the cum, quickly wiping his mouth when he came up.

"You slut! You must be the prince's whore? Aren't you?" The older saiyan was angry. Kakarotto would scream no one's name but his! He grabbed Kakarotto's hair and held him up. The wild haired saiyan seethed in pain as reality settled in and he realized he wasn't in a dream any more. He finally took a good look at Aoshi and realized what was about to happen. He was going to be raped and become Aoshi's mate. He didn't want to be his mate!

Damn this saiyan instinct. Damn my body for being submissive!

He began to struggle; sluggishly punching his fist out, hoping it would connect with Aoshi's face. The only reaction he received was being thrown down onto the floor of the room. His mind and vision weren't cooperating right then and he only felt Aoshi position him on his arms and legs.

Vegeta…