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'I can't believe his father, the king of all Bejita Sei, was such a prick!' Raditzu thought stretching out across the bed he occupied. He had gone back to his own house out in town after he had gotten his payment. He still had to drop it off with his father; he didn't want to face that wrath if he didn't. He glanced to the leather pouch on the nightstand and growled. First this, and now his little brother was working for the Prince, their whole family was being bought off by the royal family.

He would have given the king anything in the world to be with Vegeta, he didn't have to be paid to do it. The young man was such a . . . .brilliant and funny person. Vegeta wasn't like any one he had ever met before. Even the flaws were attractive.

It was true that he didn't know much about Vegeta, but he knew deep in his heart that Vegeta was the perfect guy. A gentleman through and through, his father would even approve of his seeing Vegeta.

Glancing to the tv he sighed, he wasn't even watching the damned thing. Why did he have it on, wasting electricity? He was too lazy to get up and turn it off however, so it stayed on while he grabbed for a bottle of liquor. Smiling faintly he wondered what Vegeta would be like when drunk.

"Maybe I could find out," Raditzu said to himself, smile fading. Vegeta seemed so hurt when he had left, he shouldn't have left. Sighing he rolled over on his bed, his tail swaying in the air over him. "Maybe I should kid nap him, tie him to my bed. Never let him leave." He smirked at that thought, that sounded fun. If the king found out though, he would so loose his commission as an officer. It would be worth it.

"I should do it," He purred into the pillows of his bed, his tail snaking down to twine around his thigh. He was getting horny just thinking about it. "I will do it." He drained the last of the alcohol from the bottle he held and threw it out the open window.

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"I'm glad you came with me on my walk Vegeta," The king said, putting his arm around his angry son's shoulder.

"Look, father," Vegeta said, shrugging his father's arm from off his shoulders. He couldn't stand his father's touch, it made the anger in him swell. "I only came with you out of respect. What you did was disgusting!"

The king sighed and looked up, "I know, and I am sorry about it Vegeta. Really I am, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings." He said jumping out of the way from a flying bottle that had come sailing out of a nearby window. "Damned drunks." He muttered, wincing at the tickling sound of breaking glass.

"YOU SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT OF THAT BEFORE YOU DID IT!" Vegeta howled, stopping dead in his tracks. Facing his father he nearly followed his urge to hit the man. "I listened to you, I've listened to your endless reasons for doing it. And you know what! None of it adds up to a hill of beans for me! All I know is, what you did really STINKS. Nothing you can do will ever change things father." He huffed, knowing he was going red in the face from shouting. Folding his arms over his chest he went on, "Before I storm off back to the castle, tell me one thing!"

The king's arms are over his chest and the two men looked so much alike in that one instance it is almost disturbing. "What is that Vegeta?" The king asked quite calm despite the on lookers they were gathering. Normally he would have been distraught at the attention his son's shouting was drawing.

"Did you pay him to act like he liked it?"

King Vegeta's eyes grew wide in surprise, that had been the last thing he had been expecting to hear from his son's mouth. "I would not pay for something so.. . . .so disgusting. I only paid him to show you a good time. For the God's sake, I never even told his father what I expected of Raditzu. Yes, it is implied, sense you are 16 and it is practically a Saiyan custom . . .but I never told his father that I wanted Raditzu to screw you! If it would make you happy I'd personally go out and find the Captain and bring him back! I have never wanted to hurt you, you are my only son and I love you Vegeta."

Vegeta growled, "Some love, brining this up in the morning, in front of me." He muttered to himself. Turning away from the king he wrapped his tail around his waist. He had to admit that he did feel better now that he knew that Raditzu had meant what he had said last night, about loving the way Vegeta made him feel. Raditzu had enjoyed ever moment of it. Had he meant the rest of it though, did he mean what he said about wanting to be with him? About having the rest of forever to find out about each other? About offering his heart as a gift to his prince.

"Vegeta?"

The prince ignored his father and walked off through the growing bustle on the streets. Kakkarot was Raditzu's brother, he had to know where his sibling was. He could summon Kakkarot to his quarters, he had already informed his guards that Kakkarot would be working for him. He had also informed his other servants where the mouthy teen was living. He'd just send a servant to fetch him.

Vegeta grin grew wild when he thought of what he would do to Raditzu when he got his hands on him. Maybe tie him up and torture the truth out of him. Oh no, he wouldn't hurt the long haired Saiyan, he would bring him just the edge of orgasm and use pleasure to get what he wanted to know out of the burly man. "Do you love me?" Vegeta whispered to himself, already fantasizing about the feel of Raditzu's hot skin under his hands. He would taste that bitter sweetness on his lips again before the day was out.

"Sire?"

Vegeta snapped out of his fantasy word, realizing he was at the front gates already. How had he gotten here so fast? He didn't even remember the trip home. "Let me though now," He growled, sounding as testy as he suddenly felt. He couldn't' wait to enact his plans. Raditzu was in for another 'lay' of his life.

"Yes Sire," The gates were thrown open in haste and Vegeta strolled in, making sure to glower at the solders for effect. The bowed humbly to him and he sniffed, how tiresome was that? Everyone always bowed to him, when he was king he would make sure that was put to a stop.

Flying up to the nearest open window he crawled in. He would have used the front entrance but that would have meant more bowing retards to glower and growl at and he just wasn't in the mood. As it were, his bizarre entrance was a short cut to his chambers. He only had a flight of stairs and a hallway between him and his comfy room.

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"Kakkarot!"

The young teen jumped, not expecting someone to interrupt his after noon nap. He had gone back to his father's house after his spar with Vegeta, waiting for the Prince to contact him. After all, that is what Vegeta had told him to do. While he did like rebelling against everything and every one, the order had sounded like a good idea. He had needed to rest after the intense session.

"Kakkarot!"

"Hmmm Go away!" He growled, burrowing deeper into the furs and pillows that made up his bed. He was still very tired, he needed more rest before he got up and about again. The prince sure had done a number on his poor body.

"That's it." The voice growled, before Kakkarot could figure out what was going on he was being tumbled out of his warm bed and onto the hard cold floor.

Sitting up he glowered at the figure that was standing over him. "Raditzu! What the fuck are you doing! Can't you see I'm tired!"

Raditzu growled and grabbed his little brother up by the front of his shirt and dragged him to his feet. "Look you little snot, I need your help."

Smirking madly Kakkarot put his hands over the one fist that was holding him up. "Really?" He could cash in on this big time, but only if he played his cards right. "I don't know, I have a new job. I might not have time to help you."

Raditzu sighed, "How about my whole pay check for this pay period?" He said holding up the leather bag before his little brother's eyes."

"I don't know. . . ."

"This or nothing, I can find someone else to help." Raditzu growled fiercely, letting his brother drop to his rump again.

"Deal," Kakkarot said, scrambling to his feet he snatched the purse from his brother's hand. Leering like a fool he stashed the clinking sack into his shirt top. "So what can I do for you?"

The guards let you into Vegeta's rooms right?" Raditzu said, his voice dropping to a soft whisper. He couldn't chance his father walking in and hearing them talk back here.

"Yeah, why?" Kakkarot said, straitening his shirt.

"Could you go in around midnight and open a window?" Raditzu said, his breath catching in his throat when Kakkarot's smile disappeared.

"Why?"

"I'm not paying you to ask questions, just do it okay." Raditzu said feeling numbness creep over him. He knew the little brat would ask questions, he didn't want to answer. He hopped to the gods above that the idiot decided to do what his big brother asked of him.

"Okay, fine, fine, I'll do it." Kakkarot said, patting the purse of money in his shirt. Hell yeah he'd do it, three whole gold pieces in it for him, that was a fortune for a kid his age.

"Good, as soon as you open it, leave and make sure the other servants leave the room as well. Detract the guards on your way out while you're at it." Raditzu said, startling when there was a knock at the door. Glancing towards the living room he held his breath. Who could that be? Leaving his brother's room he made his way to the front door.

Throwing it open he was pleasantly surprised when he laid eyes on a servant wearing the prince's personal colors.

"Excuse me sir, is Kakkarot in?"

Grinning Raditzu turned back towards his brother's room and shouted, "KAKKAROT! GET YOUR TAIL OUT HERE!"

The teen came stumbling into the living room, "What is it now ass hole?" His eyes drifted to the man outside their door. "Oh, I see. The Prince needs me." He passes Raditzu, his tail brushing past his brother's hand. Glancing over his shoulder he winked at Raditzu.

As soon as the door was closed Raditzu rushed to their apartment's only window. If his brother did as he was paid, he would open the window that was almost exactly three stories and three windows to the left of theirs. Laughing he jumped out the window and flew up, counting windows carefully. He was so glad he had been pulled for that extra duty now. He knew the lay out of the Prince's rooms, windows, doors, secret doors included. He just hoped that the guards on duty right now weren't nearly as observant as he was then.

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Kakkarot waited patiently to be summoned into the chambers of his Prince. There were others there, a few of them he had met on a few other jobs he had had before. They all had the cleaning supplies and the weird servant garb that Vegeta made them wear, but he had yet to get his uniform. He felt out of place. Glancing around at the grand chamber around him he had to admit the whole place made him fee uncomfortable.

"Kakkarot?" It was the prince. There was a strange look on his face when he beckoned the wild haired teen towards his inner room.

"Yes?" Kakkarot said looking slightly worried. Maybe he had done something to upset the Prince, he certainly hoped not, he liked him very much.

Vegeta closed the door behind him, locking it so that there would be no interruptions. "I have some things to ask you. If you'll have a seat?" Vegeta motioned to a chair near one of the many huge windows that allowed light into the breezy room.

Kakkarot studied them, trying to feign passing interest. "You know, it's a bit stuffy in here, could we open a window first?"

Vegeta looked confused but he went to the window and undid the heavy duty lock on the bottom, opening it as far as he could before turning back to Kakkarot. "That better?"

Kakkarot nodded, smirking falsely at his friend. He could feel his brother's presence near by and wondered what the idiot was doing. "So what did you want to talk to me about?" Kakkarot asked, making himself comfortable in the over stuffed chair. He had never sat in anything that felt this good on his ass before.

"Its about your brother," Vegeta said, pacing restlessly in front of the open window. "You don't mind talking about him do you? I got the impression that you don't like him much." He paused, his tail unwinding from around his waist.

"He's okay, I'm just jealous is all." Kakkarot said shrugging his shoulders. His eyes watched that fury appendage wave back and forth behind it's owner. It was such a beautifully furred piece of flesh, covered in sleek brown fluff. It made him want to run his hands through it.

"Well, do you know where he is? I wish to see him." Vegeta said taking a seat in a chair facing away from the open window. The wind was ruffling Vegeta's hair lightly, drawing Kakkarot's eyes to the soft upswept flame.

"You're sort of going out of your way, aren't you?" Kakkarot said, shifting in unease. The big baka Raditzu was climbing in through the window as they spoke.

"What do you mean by that?" Vegeta said, crossing his legs and leaning back in the chair.

Kakkarot watched in awe, Vegeta didn't even seem aware of Raditzu's form moving behind him. He watched his brother take a rag from out of his pocket, and a bottle from some where. What was the idiot doing! The bottle was tipped, the rag was soaked, he could smell the either from here. The chemical would knock even the strongest Saiyan could for a good hour.

"I mean, he's right behind you," Kakkarot said, smirking at the look of anger on his brother's face. Unfortunately for the little Prince, who had only managed to turn slightly before Raditzu had put the rag over his face. Vegeta didn't even fight back, his eyes rolled up into the back of his head and he slumped back against the chair.

"Thanks for nothing brat!" Raditzu hissed, throwing the rag and the bottle out the window. He should stop doing that, one of these days soon he was apt to hit someone right on their noggin. Ho well, good way to get rid of the evidence. Picking the unconscious Prince up he carried him to the window.

"So that is what you were doing? Kidnapping the prince? How much are you going to ransom him for, I'd better be in on the cut." Kakkarot said idly, watching his brother preparing for take off.

"I am not kidnapping him Kakkarot, I am just taking him somewhere . . . .for something. . . .I'll explain it to you when you are older." Raditzu said leaping out of the window with the prince held tightly to his buff chest.

Frowning Kakkarot watched his brother. The big, fat headed idiot. It was obvious that the Prince knew the idiot and he had a good idea how they knew each other. Eyes narrowing he turned away from the window. "HELP! HELP!" He went to the door and unlocked it. Screaming in mock terror he smashed his head against the door, cutting his scalp and nearly knocking himself out. If they were going to have their fun, he was too. He was going to frame the bastard Captain. Opening the door he ran out, sobbing in his fake terror. "HELP! SOME MAN JUST KIDNAPPED THE PRINCE!"