Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Master Becomes the Slave ❯ The Master Becomes the Slave ( Chapter 2 )

The Master Becomes the Slave 2 by Kaialicious

Disclaimer: DragonBall Z and the characters of DragonBall Z are not of my creation. They solely belong to Akira Toriyama. I have in no way made any profit off Toriyama's work other than to create a fictional tale for my personal enjoyment.

Warning: This story contains Yaoi situations. It is not for under age readers.

Author's Note: Thanks for the great comments and the not so great comments. The not so great ones did not motivate me to start on the next chapter. In fact, they made me despise this fic a little bit more, and that is why I took so long to post it. >__< Yes, I bitch, therefore I vent…Enjoy! ^__^

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Vegeta rose and was surprised to find Goku kneeling beside his bed.

"What are you doing in my chambers?"

"Waiting for you," Goku smiled.

Vegeta grunted grouchily and got out of bed. Why did Kakarrot have to be so cheery in the morning? If he was a real Saiyan, he would be sneering at everything in sight, but no, not Kakarrot. Kakarrot had to greet you with his blasted goofy grin first thing in the morning!

"Get out of my way, Kakarrot," Vegeta snapped and headed for the balcony. He needed some air. Kakarrot's sunny attitude was irritating him.

He threw open the doors and sighed as the chilled morning air hit his face. It was just what he needed to cool his blood. He had had a very startling dream. The evidence of its effects was pressing against the sheet around his waist.

Vegeta growled at his lack of control. He hated this form of weakness. He glanced at the Saiyan slave. Kakarrot did not appear to think that anything was unusual about his master's state. In fact, the slave was quite riveted by the opulence of his master's bedroom.

"Humph."

Vegeta's gardens stretched out before him. The city was at the edge of the vast green foliage, beyond the protective walls of Vegeta's estate. No one could enter his domain. Not unless they had access to the keys of the wrought iron gate. Another form of Entry was possible, but that required the gift of flight, and in all the years that Vegeta had lived on this planet, he had met no one else who could fly.

"Are we going to have breakfast now?" Goku asked. He was standing nearby, to his right.

Hungry already?

"No. I want to take a bath first." He heard the slave sigh. "I am not going to starve you, Kakarrot. You need not worry."

"Yes, master."

Vegeta looked at him. He was smiling again.

Well, that cheered him right up, didn't it? No wonder the slave merchant could control him. Idiot…

Vegeta would have to do something about his weakness. No Saiyan would have let their fondness for food affect their lives so completely. Kakarrot had to be an utter fool. Didn't he know that he could take what he wanted? His stupidity disgusted Vegeta.

Vegeta turned away from the view of his gardens and left his chambers. The baths awaited him. Goku followed him as he walked down the long marble hallway.

At least he knows his place, the prince thought.

The water in the baths was warm as usual. Vegeta closed his eyes as the heat enveloped his body. He tensed as a washcloth touched his back. He opened his eyes and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Grooming you."

"And since when do I need someone to groom me?"

"Since you bought me."

Vegeta grumbled.

Goku ignored his grouchy behavior and gently washed Vegeta's body, lingering on his tanned flesh far longer than was necessary.

"Did you do this for your other owners?" Vegeta asked him.

"Sometimes," he said.

Vegeta was curious. "Did they force you?"

"Not really," Goku answered. "One of my masters wanted to punish me, so I had to groom his pets. He owned many animals. Some of them were vicious. They bit me pretty hard. I…got in trouble after that."

Vegeta's interest was peaked. "Oh?"

"I was grooming one of his pets and it tried to eat my entire hand. It wouldn't let go, so I kind of blew it up...and the house along with it."

Vegeta looked at him over his shoulder.

"I didn't mean to," Goku rushed out, "it just happened."

"Hmm…"

Kakarrot is aware of his powers. He has used them before.

"My master was so mad that he took me back to the slave merchant and asked him for a refund," Goku finished telling him.

Vegeta wanted to know just how strong Kakarrot was. The idea of testing him became more appealing to him than devoting an entire day to training on his own.

"Can you show me what you did to the animal? Not here," Vegeta quickly added when Goku raised his hands. "Outside, later."

"I think so."

"Good," Vegeta said and moved away from Goku. "That is enough for now." He wasn't used to being groomed by another. Grooming did play a big part in Saiyan rituals. The problem was that one's mate often performed the task. Kakarrot was in need of some serious enlightenment. He could not keep doing such mundane things for Vegeta, even if he was a low level Saiyan. It just wasn't proper.

Vegeta narrowed his eyes as he watched the slave wash his wild looking hair. Yes, he thought. I will have to teach him Saiyan etiquette.

Goku stuck his tail in his ear to clean it. Vegeta was disgusted.

The idiot had better learn fast.

He climbed out of the bath and snapped, "Are you going to be in there all morning, Kakarrot?"

"Huh?" Goku looked at the naked prince and blushed.

Vegeta coiled his wet tail around his waist. "I thought you said you were hungry."

"Oh. Yes." Goku averted his eyes and climbed out of the water.

The prince wrapped a towel around his hips and returned to his chambers. He dressed in his Saiyan suit and wrinkled his nose in distaste at the loincloth that Goku had worn before. The thing was an eyesore. Unfortunately, Kakarrot didn't seem to notice it.

"Breakfast," Vegeta muttered. The word made Goku's face come to life.

"Oh boy!" He began to jog in place.

Vegeta sweat dropped and growled, "Knock it off! Have some pride! You act as if you've never been fed before!"

"Sorry," he apologized and halted.

"Idiot!" Vegeta snarled and left the room. Kakarrot was in tow.

In the kitchen, the young Saiyan seemed enthralled with his surroundings.

"Gosh, this place is really huge. It must take you all day to clean it, huh?"

"I don't clean anything. There are servants that come by three times a week to do that."

"Oh."

Vegeta stared at him. Why would he think that Vegeta would do something as menial as cleaning up his house? Yes, Vegeta prepared his own meals, but only because he trusted no one else to cook for him. Being the last of his race had made him paranoid, but Kakarrot's presence had lessened his paranoia.

Of course, he could not imagine allowing Kakarrot to cook for him. From what he had seen of the Saiyan, the fool would probably eat all of the food before it got on the table or burn the house down with his stupidity.

"Humph."

The prince cast aside his thoughts and concentrated on making breakfast. When the food was ready, he set it before the overly eager Kakarrot. A quick glare made Goku refrain from shoveling the piping hot food down his gullet.

"This time, use your utensils," Vegeta told him.

Goku ducked his head. "Yes."

Breakfast was tolerable now that he had the slave's eating habits under control. Vegeta didn't have to fight for portions or wrestle with him to eat more slowly. He began to believe that maybe Kakarrot wasn't so stupid after all.

He must have been studying Kakarrot far too long because the slave suddenly knelt at Vegeta's feet and said, "My prince…"

What was he doing now?

"Get up Kakarrot."

He looked up at him in confusion. "You don't want to…"

"Of course not," Vegeta said and crossed his arms.

Goku stood and stared at his bare feet. "You're going to send me back aren't you?"

"Why do you say that?"

"You're not interested in me, and I'm too much trouble for you."

Vegeta opted to ignore his pity-filled words. "Shut up, Kakarrot."

Goku took his seat at the table and began to eat again. Vegeta interrupted him a moment later. "You are in need of clothing."

"Why?"

"You show far too much skin in that rag," he told him.

"But this is all that I have," Goku said.

"I will buy you what you need."

Kakarrot smiled at him. Vegeta frowned. Why did he have to be so emotional about everything?

"Uh…"

"What is it now?"

"Nothing…I just wanted to thank you, master."

Vegeta pounded his fist on the table, rattling the dishes. "You can thank me by being silent!"

"Yes, master Vegeta."

The prince cringed. Already he regretted saving the fool.

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