Author: Kiarene

Pairings: Radditz/Vegeta

Warnings: AU, yaoi, drug abuse, bit more angst, bit more sap

Disclaimer: Dont own DBZ

Published: 13th April 2003

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Thanks to Lully for helping beta this!

thoughts...

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flashbacks of another scene

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Love Potion 2

Decant squa regia into the cauldron. Carefully add more testosterone and teenage hormones to the volatile mixture.

Vegeta awoke the next morning with a hard-on. That was nothing unusual; morning erections had become increasingly common ever since he had reached his majority. For a few moments, he blinked dazedly, trying to clear the remnants of sleep from his head as he rubbed his eyes. Something was slightly off

But why should it be? If anything, he felt good.

Better than good; he felt great. He stretched lazily, rolling about languorously and enjoying the sensual feel of silky sheets against his bare skin, shuddering in delight as his joints loosened and cracked. A languid puddle of relaxed muscles and fluffed fur. At the same time, he realized that he did not have a single ache from the rigorous training session the day before; he was getting better.

Was it because of that dream? He reddened as his nocturnal fantasy came back to him.

He had experienced wet dreams before. Like the pesky morning erections, they had been increasing in frequency since he had reached his majority. However, this latest dream had been different.

It was much more vivid, and so much more intense. His tail brushed out and a delightful shiver raced up his spine. Ye Gods! It had been extremely intense. He buried his heated cheeks against the cool fabric of his pillow as he fisted the silky, indigo sheets. What was also different about the dream was the fact that for once he had dreamt about a particular person.

Why him? he groaned. Sex in his dreams had always been a nebulous feeling, a mystery lover, a vague sensation. Until last night.

It was so vivid that it seemed real.

Slowly, his hand crept down to wrap around his throbbing cock as he cast his mind back to the events of the dream. The young prince was simultaneously aroused and embarrassed; psychology was among the subjects he was required to study, and it was not at all difficult to interpret what such a dream meant.

Am I actually attracted to him? His eyes were closed and he could almost imagine the brawny guard leaning over him, warm breath tickling his throat as sharp teeth and soft lips worked their magic down his neck. Goosebumps prickled his arms again as he remembered the delightful feelings and shivery sensations the expert touches had elicited. His hand stroked faster, his thumb rubbing over the sensitive slit.

Do I really want? He arched his hips up as his breath started coming in faster, shorter pants. He remembered wrapping his ankles behind the thickly corded neck, moaning wantonly as each hard thrust struck something wonderfully sweet deep within him. He remembered the large, strong hands gripping his hips, pulling him back to meet each stroke. He remembered begging for more

His tail slid along his crack, the bristling fur dragging along the sensitive skin there as he spread his thighs and lifted his hips higher. His left hand was splayed and braced against the bed as he strained, his eyes tightly shut as he tried to grasp at the elusive peak he had attained so many times the night before. When the tip of the traitorous tail slipped in, the sudden spike of pleasure shoved him over that edge and he came with a hoarse groan.

Shit Vegeta cursed as he breathed heavily. He didnt want to think about what all that meant. He didnt want to psychoanalyze himself when he hadnt even gotten out of bed. He was too afraid of what the conclusion might be. He just wanted to pass out after such an intense orgasm.

But he had classes. He opened bleary eyes to look at the alarm beside his bed.

And he had overslept. Shitshitshit. He rolled out of bed, intending to take a quick shower, when he realized the other thing that had been bothering him.

No annoying wet spot.

His bed was dry, despite a night of the most erotic and intense wet dreams he had ever experienced. Unconsciously, he rubbed his right hand over his stomach, smearing the sticky patch there. Frowning slightly, he padded over to his bathroom.

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The rest of the day was awkward. Vegeta couldnt look at Radditz without remembering his dreams, and as his bodyguard, Radditz often accompanied him everywhere, the exception being when the prince had to go to his classes. Radditz room was connected to his apartments as well and they often ate together.

When Vegeta walked out to the kitchenette for breakfast, the tall guard was already seated at the table. At the side of the table where

Vegeta blushed hotly as certain scenes replayed in his mind. Shimatta! He slowed down, trying to dispel the flushing in his cheeks and smooth his puffed tail as he breathed deeply. What was wrong with him? He felt so warm and excited, and he could tell that his heart rate had sped up slightly.

Vegeta kept his head down as he sat opposite his bodyguard, but his eyes kept flickering to the tall Saiyajin. Radditz paused in mid-chew and glanced up from his plate, a strange look on his face. Good morning, ouji-sama.

Hn. Vegeta helped himself to the heaped platter of flat cakes. Ok, he was getting his bodily reactions under control. Just keep breathing deeply, evenly Dont think of anything but the food

There was a pause, and then Radditz asked hesitantly, Did you sleep well?

O..of course! Vegetas eyes snapped up, his cheeks reddening further. Does he know? Did I make any noise last night? He wasnt worried about being caught having a wet dream, but he was mortified at the possibility that he could have called out the guards name.

Good, Radditz said softly and then went back to his food.

The rest of the day was just as uncomfortable.

Even though Radditz did not have to accompany him to his classes, he could hardly concentrate at all. His mind kept wandering to that vivid dream and what it could possibly mean. At the back of his mind, he had the nagging feeling that there was something he was missing: that something was not quite right. But however hard he tried, he just couldnt figure out what it was.

Vegeta found himself observing his faithful bodyguard in a different light that day. He had not really thought about Radditz in a sexual way before; actually, he had never viewed anybody in that way. But he figured that he must be subconsciously attracted to Radditz; why else would he dream about Radditz? He didnt need his psychology lessons to tell him that.

The burly guard wasnt too bad looking. He sneaked another peek under his lashes as the two ate lunch. In fact, now that he was studying the older male, he had to admit that Radditz was quite handsome. Clean, strong features. Mysterious, dark, ebony eyes. Thin sensual lips that were often turned up in an irresistible rakish grin.

Oh, he remembered those eyes and that grin. In his dream, when Radditz wasnt looking at him with those smoldering lover eyes, he was showing him the kinkier aspects of sex you couldnt get from a textbook and grinning warmly.

Kso! He chewed on his inner cheek in consternation. He had to stop thinking about that. Already he was semi-aroused. Again.

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Vegeta became convinced that Radditz somehow knew of his dream. That he must have seen him or heard him in the night. He tried to convince himself that it was just his paranoia, but how was he to explain the odd looks he caught from the older male when Radditz thought he wasnt watching? The brawny guard was unusually quiet that day, and the more Vegeta brooded over it, the more embarrassed he felt.

Locking himself in his room after dinner, he flopped down on his bed. His mind whirled. God! Im behaving just like some sex-crazed teen with a crush! He probably heard me scream in the night and hes probably laughing at me: the prince whos been having wet dreams about his older bodyguard Arrrgh!

The said prince buried his permanently heated cheeks into his pillow with a groan. He had been feeling exceptionally hot and horny the whole day; even now, he was already sporting yet another erection. He thought about ignoring it, but changed his mind. A quick jerk-off in between classes would have been too hurried to be satisfying, and he really needed the release.

Flipping onto his back, he started stroking himself slowly, his thoughts wandering to his burly bodyguard again. To the tall, rugged build that was so much more muscular than Vegetas slim figure. He often wished he was bigger, but his last growth phase had come and gone, leaving him relatively unchanged. He could just cry with the injustice of it all; his own father, the supplier of half his genes, was tall and well built.

Oh yes, Radditz had a very nice body indeed He recalled stealing glances at the longhaired guard while they were both training in the weight room earlier, noting the way those sculpted muscles flexed and rippled.

Radditz wasnt the best fighter around, but he was very earnest and hardworking, and he took his responsibilities as the princes bodyguard very seriously. When Vegeta was in class, he could often be found in the training rooms. He had also been reading up on first aid, disabling alarms, computer hacking anything that was related to security issues. He had even been practicing with firearms and other weaponry; even though the Saiyajins as a race scorned such artificial aids, the royal bodyguard had considered nothing more paramount than the princes safety.

His father had asked him why he kept Radditz on when he could have replaced him with bodyguards whose power levels had been rated higher. He told his father that it was for a very simple reason.

He trusted Radditz.

Vegeta stiffened as he came with a muffled groan, eyes closing and tensed muscles relaxing in the blissful limpness that followed an orgasm. Yet somehow, this wasnt as intense as his dream. It was odd and frustrating; he was awake and consciously thinking of his dream lover, but it wasnt as satiating as his dream.

A tormented moan tripped from the young princes throat. Why was this happening to him? Was he infatuated? But it had all happened so suddenly Maybe he was infected. Yeah, maybe he was sick; after all, he had been feeling warm the whole day and his body had felt a little off-kilter. When he had checked his pulse and temperature earlier, both were slightly elevated as well.

Right. He snorted derisively. He could just imagine the medical officers reaction to the description of his symptoms.

Pulling his top over his head as he sat up, he wiped his hand and tossed the soiled fabric into the laundry hamper in the corner of his room. Sighing, he lay back down again, pillowing his head on his palms. He hated all these new sensations and feelings; he felt like he was losing control of his body and emotions. Well, not exactly hated; it felt pleasurable as well.

Was this a side effect of achieving sexual maturity?

The teenager mused, the tip of his tail flicking absently back and forth, though the rest of the furry length was still snugly coiled around his waist. Yes, that was certainly a plausible explanation. He thought he had read as much information as was available on the topic even before he had come into his majority, but maybe there were a few things the texts had forgotten to mention. Or perhaps only some Saiyajins were affected. He really hoped that was the case.

Maybe he should ask Radditz.

He flushed again, wondering if Radditz would guess just why he was asking those questions. But he needed to ask somebody about these strange sensations, and he trusted Radditz more than he trusted anybody else.

The more he thought about it, the more he became convinced that Radditz was the best person to ask. He knew the tall guard was pretty sexually experienced; he had spoken to the prince frankly about what he did and where he went on his nights off. And he was closer to Radditz than anybody else, even his parents whom he hardly saw due to their duties.

What if he laughs at me or loses his respect? Vegeta fretted, his fingers stroking the tip of his tail in a subconscious gesture of comfort. He used to suck on the tip when he was very distressed, as most Saiyajin babies did, and he had never fully outgrown the childish habit, although he had replaced his mouth with his fingers.

Well, he shouldnt. The logical side of his mind replied calmly. These are normal urges.

The prince may have been mature for his age, appearing to be outwardly controlled and rational, but under his cold exterior, he was still a seventeen year-old male and still very young by Saiyanjin standards. He had no experience with intimate relationships at all.

Thinking hard, he planned his questions to focus on the physical changes associated with reaching his majority, keeping it abstract. Right. He would mention wet dreams but he would not, of course, mention any particular names or details. Easy. There was no need to get embarrassed and no way would Radditz suspect anything.

Taking a few deep breaths, he gathered his resolve and stood up. He pulled on a fresh shirt and left his room. Walking across the communal living areas to Radditz room, he rapped on the door sharply. When there was no answer, he checked the small data screen on the door with a frown. Shit! Radditz had just left. Why didnt he inform me? His scowl deepened at the thought of what Radditz could possibly be doing.

Why should I care what he does? Hes not my lover. Vegeta stood still, the tip of his tail twitching in indecision and his brows furrowed in irritation. Well, maybe he just stepped out for a while, since he didnt tell me anything.

Finally, he decided to wait in Radditz room and raised his palm up to the scanner pad. Suddenly, he was curious to find out more about his bodyguard. Walking into the room, he sat down stiffly at the edge of the bed and looked around. He hadnt been in this room often. Compared to the princes neat bedroom, the older Saiyans room looked very lived-in; clothes were strewn on the floor and a stack of data discs lay stacked beside the bed.

A couple of magazines lay opened on the desk and beside them was a disassembled scouter, the rugged plastic casing removed to expose the intricate wiring within. Various small tools were held neatly on the wooden board that was tacked up above the desk. The bed itself was large and comfortable, and the large, dark, emerald pillows scattered on silky, forest green sheets gave the bed an inviting look.

Hesitantly, he picked up one of the pillows, running his hands lightly over the rich, velvety fabric. Radditz musk hung in the air, heavy and fragrant, and the scent was especially strong on the bed. Closing his eyes, he raised the pillow to his nose and breathed deeply, a small smile tugging at his lips.

Vegeta knew he had an extremely keen sense of smell, even for a Saiyajin. He reacted very strongly to scents, and he had to admit that Radditz had a very delightful scent. Rich and dark and spicy and utterly sexy.

Still hugging the pillow, he lay back on the bed and stretched out lazily, his tail unfurling and gliding along the silky sheets in slow sweeps. In his dream, they had been all over the kitchenette and main room. On the dining table, on the floor, under the table A particularly delicious shiver danced up his spine when he recalled being bent over the arm of the couch at one point.

Rolling over, he sprawled out languidly on the bed, rubbing his cheeks against the cool fabric as he thought about what it would be like to do it on this sensual green bed. His tail brushed out over the sheets and he felt himself getting hard again as he writhed about on the bed.

His eyes closed; he could just imagine such a scene vividly. He could feel Radditz crouching above him, powerful arms wrapping his own, chest to back and crotch to ass. He could feel the heavy tail wrapped around his thigh, the bristling fur dragging against his bare skin as the furry coil twined and rippled.

Taking a deep breath, he could just make out the cute scent of the lubricant Radditz used in his dream.

Banana

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Did you enjoy that? He grinned rakishly, unscrewing the small bottle as he walked back.

Vegeta only purred, a wide smile on his face, his eyes heavily lidded. One eye opened a tad further as he sniffed curiously. Banana?

Radditz laughed. I like flavored lubes.

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His eyes shot open in stunned surprise as his nostrils flared. It wasnt his imagination. Sitting up, he sniffed the air carefully, and he realized that the scent was coming from the faint, clear stains on the bed fabrics. Leaning over one side of the bed, he found a small plastic bottle behind the stack of data discs and a box of tissues. The same bottle that Radditz had used in the dream

Hands trembling, he unscrewed the cap and sniffed. Banana. Exactly the same as the scent from his dream. He poured a tiny amount on his fingers, somehow already knowing what the clear liquid would be even before he rubbed his now slick fingers. Lubricant.

But How?

His eyes dilated in shock, his face blanching. How could he have dreamt about such an accurate detail? Down to the look of the clear bottle and the scent of the lubricant?

Unless

It wasnt a dream.

No! There was no way it could have been anything but a dream! A figment of his own kinky imagination. It could not have been real! He did not sit on the table with a come-hither look and flirt with his bodyguard, did he? He did not stretch out on the table, mewing as Radditz petted his tail, did he?

Oh. God.

He recalled his behavior; the way he arched and rubbed against the older Saiyajin, shamelessly begging for more, the way he stretched and purred and spread his legs like a cat in heat. It had to have been a dream He would not have acted that way in real life. Would he?

Oh. Fucking. God.

Woodenly, he recapped the bottle and dropped it carelessly onto the bed. Vegeta gave a small whimper as he curled up in horrified mortification, wrapping his arms around his knees as he stared blankly ahead. The events of his dream replayed over in his mind yet again. He had been thinking about his dream the whole day, occasionally reliving it in a sort of secret pleasure, knowing that it was just a private fantasy. But...

It wasnt an erotic dream, was it?

It was a nightmare.

The young prince wanted to die. Yes, that sounded like a good idea all right. He wanted to burrow under his blanket and never show his face to a certain tall bodyguard again. No wonder Radditz had been so quiet that day. He was probably trying to keep himself from laughing his head off. A truly terrifying thought struck him; could Radditz have told anybody?

He whimpered again.

Vegeta wasnt sure how long he sat there in the throes of a mortification attack, arms wrapped tightly around his knees and hands clutching at his shaking tail, but it suddenly occurred to him that he was still seated on Radditz bed. In Radditz room. If he was to die of shame, he should do so in the privacy of his own room.

Jerkily, he stood up and picked up the cursed bottle of lubricant, intending to put it back where he found it, when he noticed another vial in the corner behind the discs. It was probably another bottle of flavored lubricant.

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Radditz laughed. I like flavored lubes.

Vegetas brow crinkled as he tried to imagine. What would you need flavored lubricants for?

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He couldnt stop himself; it was like he almost enjoyed torturing himself further. He placed the first bottle of lubricant back, and found himself picking up the smaller glass vial and wondering what flavor it would be. To his surprise, it wasnt an open-top bottle but an aerosol dispenser. Sniffing it, he crinkled his brow in confusion. There was hardly any smell, only the slight hint of something bitter yet fragrant. It smelled herbal.

It smelled familiar too, somehow connected to the previous night, and he racked his brain. Why should it seem familiar? Where had he smelled this before?

Tbc?

Yes, I think so.

Tbc

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A/N: aqua regia; royal water. A very potent solvent.





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