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WOW!! BR won an award in The Vault's 2003 New Yaoi Writers Contest!! AN: I wanted to give a special thank-you to BlueAngel for encouraging me to write even though she thought *what* I wrote was a bit unusual... Thanks also go to Raven for her skills as a beta reader, and to katlynne for always being online and apparently waiting for me every time I needed someone to talk to, and to Deani for trying to prevent me from making a fool of myself. |
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Here it is! My first attempt at yaoi fanfiction, the story that my ever lovable Bardock clone required me to write...
Hey! It's about me, so I'll do the introduction if you don't mind!
Well go ahead then tell everyone just what your requirements were.
If you will Shut Up for a minute, I will! Now... I will have an AU of my own. Young Vegeta has more than his share already and so do Kakarott, Goku, King Vegeta and even that freak Piccolo!
In MY universe, I will be the king and everything will be just as I want it. It's *mine* - I'm the boss Deal with it...
You heard the man err Saiyan. This is his personal AU and in case you missed it earlier, this is a YAOI fic. Male X Male Sex. Luscious Hot Monkey Lovin'... oh! Ah, ahem...*ducks away from the annoyed swat aimed at her from Bardock's tail*
Fine! Just consider yourselves warned.
The Saiyan Empire was enjoying a time of immense prosperity. Upon the ancient throne sat a powerful warrior, King Bardock, born and bred to be a great leader. It was largely due to Bardock's leadership that civil strife was at an all-time low, and the massive border zones were stable and secure.
The battles that had led to the current calm had been fought long and hard by all the Saiyan people. Now that the King was in regular residence on Saiya, his people deserved his attention, deserved to see their King, and to know that their concerns were still his concerns regardless of how petty they might seem.
It was a time of peace and, for King Bardock at least, boring as hell...
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The darkened features of the king glared across the mass of citizens within the chamber. He was listening to yet another in a long line of citizen complaints... bargains broken, accusations of dishonesty, and now...? Saa... now the conflict involved multiple suitors for a female who seemed unable to choose between them, yet refused a tournament of challenge.
This was too much.
Signaling his Chancellor,
King Bardock strode from the chamber, his abrupt departure declaring
He sighed as the door closed behind him, leaning back against the heavy barrier and simply enjoying the silence of the inner chamber.
At last, Bardock pushed away from the door and acknowledged the man who had been 'missing' from his service for the past several weeks.
"Vegeta, welcome back."
The bearded man smiled and rose from where he had waited, with eyes cast down, while the King had collected himself.
Bardock gratefully shrugged off the heavy robes of State he had worn for his role as People's Judge into Vegeta's waiting arms. Once free of the weighty outer garments, Bardock stretched, his back cracking angrily from having spent so many hours nearly immobile on his throne. Once in motion, the pair moved swiftly down the maze of private corridors leading to the king's suite.
"Interesting session, Sire?" Vegeta asked with a smirk.
Bardock merely raised an
eyebrow as he glanced at his companion, and Vegeta's smirk grew to a wide
grin. Both men knew full well the
king's opinion of
"I heard it was a good birth; a boy I believe?" It was the king's turn to smirk as Vegeta's face gradually fell into a scowl.
"He is small, but healthy. His name is Vegeta." His scowl deepened. "I swear, if I'd been forced to sit through another minute of that woman's yowling, I'd have probably found myself without either breeder or brat. My ears still ring with her curses... It's good to be back."
With the end of the war had come the necessity of rebuilding the Saiyan race. As the only surviving male of his generation within his clan, Vegeta was more than willing to participate. Not having a chosen mate of his own, Vegeta had opted for a pairing with one of the female breeders. The birth of any child was welcome; a son was ideal. The breeder chosen as the best match for him, however... well, those opinions were also well known.
Bardock gave a commiserate sigh and the men shared a small smile of understanding.
The breeders were individuals primarily female but also a few males had volunteered with clean genetic records, stamina, and intelligence who were not interested in settling down with a mate, but none-the-less wanted to contribute to the gene pool. For Vegeta, this had resulted in a son, who would be raised by Vegeta's clan and would probably have only minimal (if any) contact with the birth mother. This arrangement suited both 'parents' just fine.
As the pair approached the king's inner chambers, servants and slaves became more numerous. Each individual charged with a specific duty all of which focused around Bardock. The tall royal watched the hustle and bustle with mounting disdain. This was NOT what he needed right now.
"Vegeta, see that a meal is set out and the attendants dismissed. I won't be needing anything further tonight." Turning away, Bardock headed down the hall toward the baths with his head lowered in thought.
Vegeta paused momentarily to watch the retreating back of his King. At least for today, peace seemed to be weighing more heavily upon the broad shoulders of his friend than the trials of war ever had.
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Leaving Vegeta to tend to his duties, Bardock turned down the short hallway leading to his bathing chambers. It may seem odd, but it was this chamber that he looked forward to visiting when returning from abroad. A good bed could be found anywhere but this..? This was the promise of relaxation. This was luxury.
Bardock was greeted at the chamber entrance, assisted in removing his remaining garments and bowed towards a padded stool positioned in a shallow basin of warm water. Feeding the basin was a waterfall, which looked as if it had been stolen from some high mountain glade.
Warm water splashed down the natural-appearing rock face, continually refreshing and replenishing the pool around his feet as the slave prepared for his King's bath. If Bardock had chosen to, the gentle flow would have made a perfect shower but for the moment, it felt good to let the young man cleanse his body for him before he retired to the larger pool to soak away the day's stress.
Building a rich lather between his hands, the silent slave began to work the cleansing foam over the chest and arms of the relaxing monarch. A slight change in the warm air currents announced Vegeta's arrival in the chamber, but Bardock had no cause to disturb his quiet moment by acknowledging his presence.
The sound of the waterfall and the warm moist air conspired to sooth and subdue the troubled thoughts of Vegeta as well as those of his King. Letting his mind wander in this haven of tranquility, Vegeta found his attention captured by a single trail of lather that had slipped over one powerful shoulder, and had begun its downward track.
He could not tear his eyes from the foam as it slid slowly over the curves and hollows of the war sculpted back. His breath caught as the trail collected to flow at last down to catch in the luxurious fur of the royal's blue-black tail. The thick length swayed slowly, the last few inches dipping briefly into the shallows, only to return to caressing the surface of the pool once more.
Bardock felt Vegeta's gaze on him almost as a physical touch from the moment he had entered the room. He had known of the other's attraction to him for quite some time, but he was not sure if he wanted to follow up on it. Vegeta was his friend, and there were few that deserved that title. He shared with Vegeta a rare closeness that he would hate to lose or damage...
...and yet... there was no denying the racing of his blood as he sat there, the excitement caused purely by the knowledge that those eyes watched him so intently.
Bardock heard Vegeta shift in place as the slave moved around the pool to spread cleansing lather over his back. He knew Vegeta would never approach him, out of respect for his status as Saiyan King and yet...
So much power held in such small words, the power of a choice waiting to be made. Things were good, comfortable between the two warriors and yet there was the potential for so much more.
"That's enough, you may go."
At the king's almost whispered words, the slave quickly bowed and left the two men alone in the large chamber. When the king continued to sit silently with his back towards Vegeta, the bearded man sighed quietly and also turned for the door, assuming he had also been dismissed.
"Stay... if you like."
Again, the words were softly spoken, and Vegeta hesitated, unsure whether or not to trust his own ears. Had the king truly spoken at all, or had Vegeta merely heard what he wished to hear in the fall of water that softly echoed in the chamber?
Bardock briefly turned to the other man as he stood to complete his bath, a small smile gracing his lips, and attempted to speak in something closer to his normal tone of voice.
"I thought you might like to join me for a soak in the pool, Vegeta. Unless, of course, there is something else you need to attend to?"
Moving to stand beneath the flowing water, Bardock rinsed his body clear of lather and wished for a moment that all things could be made clear so easily. Even though he'd basically invited Vegeta to act upon his attraction, there was no guarantee that the bearded man would actually wish to do so.
Stepping away from the waterfall, Bardock was met with a delicious sight: Vegeta's tail swaying freely as the man who owned it removed his robes and armor. Bardock stood and watched as one inch at a time, the body he had known as a sparring partner and friend was revealed to him anew.
Smiling at the appreciative gaze of his King, Vegeta assumed the king's prior place within the spray of water for a quick cleanup before entering the larger pool. Shaking his hair free of some of the excess water, he smiled at Bardock, bowing slightly for the king to precede him to the pool.
"No," Bardock said firmly, "right now, I am not your King."
Vegeta smiled and stepped closer to his friend, cupping Bardock's chin in one hand. "You shall always be my King." And leaning forward, he placed a chaste kiss upon the royal lips. "Nothing we do today will change that."
Bardock looked into Vegeta's eyes across the short distance, as if measuring what he saw within them. Finally nodding, he took Vegeta's hand and led him into the waist deep waters of the bathing pool. With each step Bardock took, he cast away his doubts he now realized that they had never had true cause where Vegeta was concerned.
Each man's need already stood proudly before the first caress had fallen. Without doubt to interfere, there was only the flame of desire burning ever hotter between the two men.
The stroke of fingertips over Vegeta's chest and arms caused him to wonder how such a simple touch could bring such pleasure. When those same strong hands began to knead the smooth skin of his ass, rocking their bodies together, Vegeta could not stop the moan that escaped his lips, his head lolling slightly to the side.
Pulling his partner firmly against him, Bardock began to explore with tiny nips and kisses the flesh so willingly offered. Hardened erections rubbed slickly over one another, the water beginning to splash as more vigorous contact was sought.
Bardock growled, and pulled Vegeta to straddle his lap as he sat them down on one of the seats within the pool. Hands that never shook in battle trembled now as Bardock caressed Vegeta's tight pucker. When Vegeta's hand reached down to press Bardock's fingers firmly into his welcoming heat, both men moaned with growing need.
Bardock could not stop himself from thrusting against the hard body held so tightly against his own as he moved his fingers slowly to ease the tight ring of his friend. Finally, Vegeta could take no more delay, and he lifted himself away from the king's hand.
With Bardock's hands now holding firmly to his hips, Vegeta lowered himself onto the king's waiting length. A small rocking motion worked to tease both men to greater need while still allowing time for Vegeta to adjust to being so completely filled.
Soon the rocking gave way to ever more demanding thrusts. Within minutes the water around them shimmered with reflected energies as the two moved together striving for that ultimate point of pleasure that continued to hover just beyond reach.
Bardock groaned as Vegeta gasped with each deep thrust, the intensity of every movement shaking them both to the depths of their souls. The king felt Vegeta reach his peak, spraying his seed between them the water splashing creamy foam high on Bardock's chest. And still the king's arousal grew.
Experiencing pleasure almost on the point of pain, Bardock continued to thrust into the hot sheath of his partner; the sound of Vegeta's voice only pushing him closer to his final moment.
"Bardock... ummm...uh, gods... Bardock!..."
"Bardock! Hey, come on Bardock! Wake up! You're going to make us late!"
"Noo... Damn," groaned the disappointed solider as he was shaken awake by his teammate.
"Get a move on! We have less than twenty minutes till we are supposed to be in place for the infant Prince's presentation at Court!"
"Damn it, Toma. I was having the best dream..." Bardock stretched and tried to adjust his armor more comfortably across his groin.
"All right," he sighed, "I'm coming."
...and how he wished those words were true.
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*snicker*
I believe that this fic fulfilled all of your requirements?
You little bitch!
What's the idea of dumping my AU off as a friggin' Dream
Sequence! We had a deal!
Yes we did! And I kept my part of the bargain! You wanted your own Personal AU, where everything will be just as you want, and you are supreme in all things correct?
That, my friend, can almost be used as the definition of a DREAM
Like it or not You got exactly what you asked for. *smirk* Pick up your jaw before you trip on it...
GRRR... Damn you, woman!
That's not... I mean... *groan* Damn it woman! You're pickier than
Shenlong!
Yeah and I'm much
cuter too *sexy wink* Next time
don't be so damn pushy and you might like where someone else's ideas take
you!
Ermmm... *sweat drop*...
I need to go train!
Too bad... *sighs as a fine morsel of Saiyan maleness streaks away*
OK Now that he's gone, here's the ending you would have received if his highness hadn't been so pushy about this fic...
****Alternate Ending:
The water shimmered with reflected energies as the two moved against one another striving for that ultimate point of pleasure that continued to hover just out of reach.
Bardock groaned as Vegeta gasped with each deep thrust, the intensity of each movement shaking them both to the depths of their souls. The king felt Vegeta reach his peak, spraying his seed between them the water splashing creamy foam high on Bardock's chest. And still the king's arousal grew.
Experiencing pleasure almost on the point of pain, Bardock continued to thrust into the hot sheath of his partner, the sound of Vegeta's voice only pushing him closer to his final moment.
"Bardock... ummm...uh, gods... Bardock!..."
Pressing himself desperately into his partner, unable to do more than open his mouth in a silent airless howl, Bardock finally found his release. Minutes passed while the pair continued to cling tightly to one another, shaking with the aftermath of such intense pleasure. Neither was willing to give up their temporary claim on the other each knowing that the moment must soon end.
Bardock eventually reached up to press lightly on Vegeta's chest, separating them. When the bearded man raised his eyes to meet those of his King, both men smiled with contentment.
Rinsing off the evidence of their pleasurable activities, the pair dressed and retired to the main room of the king's suite for a quiet meal before they took their leave of one another friends still, yet so much more.
This moment had ended but Bardock was now certain that there would be others.
Oh, yeah... it's good to be King.
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AN: So people, which version gets continued?? Will it be Bardock, the warrior, who dreams of being king - or does King Bardock reign supreme?
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