CHAPTER THREE:

Kakkarrot inhaled the sweet smells of the lush vegetation around him. He loved walking in the woods and his tail wiggled in appreciation at all the sights and sounds that filled the early morning air.

This was Sai’joun  week and as one could imagine, the entire city was preparing for the grand event. No, Kakkarrot and Kayla weren’t the only ones going to become life mates, there were several other couples too, and all were just as eager to begin the event. For the next five days, he would not be allowed to see his mate-to-be. The main celebrations would begin on the seventh day, when the vows would be taken and the Mists summoned.

Kakkarrot shivered slightly as thoughts of the magical mists filled his mind. The mists were what made the hunt even more exciting. Summoned by the Wise Ones of the Higher Grounds, the tradition of the mists was believed to have begun with the great hunt between Za’ani and Arivea. The entire quadrant was filled with the magical fog and only those in the hunt were allowed to be outside at that particular time. The mists were only to be lifted as soon as every mate had found each other. To prepare himself for the limited visibility of that night, Kakkarrot had decided that he would train blindfolded for a while, so that he would be able to adjust his eyes to the darkness.

Stopping beside a rather plain clearing, he opened up his ni’heru-lined bag and bringing out the black piece of cloth, he covered his eyes with it.

~ And now to concentrate. ~

Sitting down in his meditation position, he shut his eyes and tried to focus all his energy into the center of his being.

~ Come to me Kakkarrot, nu ra’hi . Now. ~

~ Huh? ~

Kakkarrot blinked rapidly and with a yank, withdrew the cloth from his eyes, staring wildly about him. Who was that?

~ Come nu ra’hi. Nu kin’tai . ~

Feeling his eyes get strangely heavy, he shook it rapidly and raising his voice he yelled out, “Who is here?! What do you want?!”

~ I need you, Kakkarrot. Come. ~

“Wha…” Kakkarrot began, before groaning weakly as his vision slowly deteriorated into nothingness.

-*-*-*-*-

Vegeta blinked, as Kakkarrot appeared right before him as nude as he was. Drinking in the sight of the sa’an  that he thought he would never see again, he could barely contain the joy that was beginning to spread down his body.

His tail swishing wildly now, his heart thumping at an alarming rate, his breath coming in short gasps, the new King had effectively been reduced to mush at the sight of his heart’s desire. Shifting slowly towards the groaning body, he reached out for him tentatively, wondering if this was really happening or just one of Frieza’s tricks. When his trembling hands came in contact with the solid heat of Kakkarrot, a soft sigh of relief rushed out of him and he could not stop the small smile that graced his features.

Kakkarrot spun around as the shock of the Ha’j’s  fingers flowed through his taut body.  Staring numbly at the very naked man in front of him, he swallowed tightly as memories of long ago and pleasures never thought possible surfaced again. Darting out a tongue to lick parched lips, he watched as the King’s eyes took in the slight movement, feeling his heart thump faster as the lean fingers brushed against his mouth.

“Tell me this is real, Kakkarrot.” Vegeta said softly. “Tell me this isn’t just another dream.”

“I…” Kakkarrot began saying, before the fingers darted into his mouth, effectively silencing his words. With a weak moan, and unable to stop himself, he coated the digits with his tongue; licking and sucking with a thoroughness that made Vegeta close his eyes in growing lust.

“I remember everything, nu ra’hi. ” Vegeta whispered, as their tails coiled together in a slow dance. “I have not forgotten one moment of it.”

“Neither have I.” Kakkarrot answered, releasing the now wet fingers and placing them against his beating heart. Pulling the King closer to him, he leaned in closer and with a soft sigh, he covered the parted sensual lips before him with his, growling low in his throat as he felt the instant response from the smaller man. Pulling the King closer to his body, his arms encircled the lean waist and with a grunt, he rolled them both to the white floor, deepening the sensation of their kiss with each movement.

Vegeta groaned and wrapped his legs around the taller boy, hissing in a sharp breath as their erections ground against each other. Rolling them both around, so that he was on top, Vegeta released their lips to suck in much needed air. Gasping as Kakkarrot ran his hands down his back to cup his taut cheeks, he buried his lips against the muscled neck, licking and kissing it hungrily.

“I need you, nu ra’hi…w’ani …I need to feel you.” Vegeta murmured huskily as his tongue trailed down to the tightened buds that eagerly awaited his questing lips. Sucking the pert nipples within his mouth, he raised hooded eyes to watch the flushed face of his lover arch in delight off the ground. Beads of sweat dotted across the handsome visage and it was taking all of his strength not to pound into the delicious body before him. But he had to take his time; he wasn’t going to rush Kakkarrot. Not now.

Moving lower, he trailed his hungry tongue down the chiseled stomach, spending some time twirling it within the light dip in his belly button. Kakkarrot whimpered in slight delirium as his King moved even lower to finally claim his waiting and erect penis. Yelping sharply as the warm suction of Vegeta’s mouth covered it, he bucked up and sank trembling fingers into the dark spiky locks. Vegeta’s head bobbed up and down the slick shaft, with growing intensity, working his magic on the thrashing boy as drops of precum moistened the already wet skin.

Biting his lower lip and drawing blood, Kakkarrot brushed his hands against the twirling tail of Vegeta and listened faintly to the sharp hiss of desire that was wrenched from the smaller man’s mouth. Realizing that he too could give the King pleasure, he pulled the rich auburn colored appendage towards his waiting mouth and drawing the furry tip into his mouth, he sucked on it gently, grinning as he heard Vegeta buck up in surprise.

Vegeta moaned around the sensitive flesh, working harder as Kakkarrot increased his sucking motions. He was going crazy and if Kakkarrot didn’t stop soon…

“AHH!!” He shouted out in delight as he nearly passed out from Kakkarrot fingers slowly scratching the base of his tail. Arching off the body beneath him, Vegeta squeezed his eyes shut as he felt his vision slowly disappear. He was going to cum and he didn’t want it to happen now. Not like this, but yet…

“AHH!! KAKKARROT!!!” He bellowed as he felt the taller boy move beneath him, effectively brushing his already strained flesh into full-blown attention. Unable to stop the impending orgasm, Vegeta pushed Kakkarrot’s legs apart and not giving the sa’an anytime to prepare himself, he thrust deeply into the tight heat, hissing in his breath as the accompanying scream of pain from his lover threw him over the edge. He shut his eyes as he felt the tight ring of muscle caress his throbbing flesh. Thrusting wildly, he pounded into the pliant body, listening with wanton lust at the responding cries from Kakkarrot, his entire body aching, quaking with the brute intensity. In just a few seconds, he spilled his essence into the slick warmth, grunting with satisfaction as he finally released himself. Trembling violently and collapsing limply on top of the sweat-slicked body beneath him, he trailed his lips down the muscled neck again, trying very hard to catch his breath. He had to claim Kakkarrot as soon as…

“Why am I here?” Kakkarrot asked softly, a wince in his voice as he still felt Vegeta’s flesh rub against his now bloodied thighs.

“I brought you here nu ra’hi .” Vegeta replied huskily, still licking the sweat off Kakkarrot’s neck, about to sink his canines into...

“I shouldn’t be here.” Kakkarrot said, his mind trying to adjust to the amazing sensation. “And why do you keep calling me that, nu ha’ji? ”

“Calling you what?” Vegeta asked, not bothering to correct Kakkarrot’s mistake, as he stared into the warm eyes beneath him.

“Umm…” Kakkarrot began, feeling his face heat up with embarrassment. “Umm…you keep calling me…well…your love…and I am not …umm…sure…”

“Love knows no boundaries or classes, Kakkarrot.” Vegeta answered, a tremble resonating in his voice as he brushed a hand across the bangs on the boy’s forehead. “Consider it fate that should make me feel this way about you. And believe me, I would have it no other way.”

Kakkarrot mewled in something akin to happiness as the King’s lips claimed his again. He arched his neck as he felt that wonderful tongue roll around the thick skin. Closing his eyes, he shivered lightly as he felt the light rake of the shape canines about to pierce into his skin. About to give in to the warm feeling, his eyes opened back up quickly as the familiar face popped into his mind.

~ Kayla!! ~

“No!” He said sharply, as he pushed the surprised King off his body. Staggering away on his hands and knees, Kakkarrot lowered his head and muttered weakly,

“I am sorry, nu ha’ji , but I cannot... I am to have my wedding day on the seventh day of this week and…”

“You are already betrothed.” Vegeta said softly, unable to stop the pain that filled his voice.

“Ahi …” Kakkarrot replied, still unable to look at Vegeta.

“I understand, Kakkarrot.” Vegeta said quietly, wrapping his tail around his waist, as the coldness seeped into his body again. “What…what… is this festival called again?” He continued, trying to sound as pleasant as possible.

“Sai’joun .” Kakkarrot said, his voice growing with excitement. “It really is a fun festival, nu ha’ji . Perhaps you could come and see it for yourself some day…” He trailed off as he finally saw the look of pain and sadness on the King’s face. Feeling his own heart twist achingly, he resisted the urge to draw the smaller man into his arms, and with a voice that he barely recognized as his own, he croaked out,

“I must go…”

“Ahi .” Vegeta replied numbly. “Perhaps…”

“Perhaps…” Kakkarrot said softly.

Another awkward silence fell, as each Saiyan struggled with turbulent emotions. Finally, Vegeta smiled softly and whispered,

“I hope you are happy with your betrothed, Kakkarrot. I wish you all the best in your…your…life. May the gods of Vegetasei be with you…both.”

Kakkarrot nodded. “Sai’ru ta’i, nu ha’ji . I wish nothing but the best for you too.”

Raising Vegeta’s hands to his lips, he kissed them lightly in reverence. And with a final sad smile, he shut his eyes in concentration and let the vertigo wash over him again, as he vanished away from his King.

-*-*-*-*-

“Well! That was interesting!”

Vegeta opened up his eyes and saw that he was still in the large room where he had been led into earlier. Jerking off the soft pillows on the floor, he stared blankly at the amused grins that were etched on the three beings in front of him.

“Who would have thought…the King, hopelessly in love with a third class. A Ba’an . The very people who long to crush you and your authority. Tsk, tsk, tsk, oh the tangled webs we weave, my little monkey King. Whatever will your loyal subjects think?”

“Enough!” Vegeta said sharply, only problem was that it came out sounding like he had a bad case of the flu.

“Ah… don’t worry. The effects of the drink will wear out soon enough.” Frieza said lightly, strolling towards the large windows of the space ship.

“I am glad we found a common compromise, Vegeta.”

“What? I don’t remember making any deals with you.”

“Hello? How quickly you forget, my sweet monkey. You do not honestly believe that I allowed you to have the best hour or so of your life with your precious Kakkarrot, without getting anything in return now, do you?”

Vegeta’s face paled as he watched the cruel sneer dance across the lizard’s face.

“What do you plan to do?” he asked softly, his dread growing steadily with each passing moment.

“Quite simple, my dear monkey. I want to become the new King of this worthless planet! I want to rule it all on my own!! I want you sniveling monkeys to beg for my mercy!! You will all become my slaves and I am determined to have it, with or without your cooperation!!”

Vegeta could only stare in shock as the angry words spilled out of the changelings’ mouth.

“You should be thanking me, you weak excuse for a King! Look at your planet!! It is crumbling before you as we speak!! You have no control over them! They no longer believe in their King and you know why, my dear little monkey?! Because you are WEAK!!”

“I AM NOT WEAK!!” Vegeta screamed in anger, his tail bristling and his energy level spiking to a level that startled the lizard, but just for a brief moment.

“So you say…King Vegeta.” Frieza said snarling softly. “But to show you how benevolent I am…I am going to give you a chance. You will have one full year to bring your planet under your control. I don’t care how you do it, because left to me; I would have blown this whole place to bits. However, I am giving you a chance to show your true skills as the new King. If you do not make your people as one soon enough, I will have no other choice but to destroy it and believe you me…I would be doing you all a big favor.”

Vegeta growled in growing fury as the cruel ultimatum hung around his head and in a voice as cold as his surroundings, he bit out calmly.

“I will make you pay for everything that you have done to my people, Frieza. I will make them one again. You will see. And when we are one, we will destroy you. You can count on it!”

And not waiting for a reply, Vegeta stalked angrily back to his turbulent kingdom.