Author:              Kiarene

Pairings:            Radditz/Vegeta

Warnings:            AU, masturbation, prince misuse, bit more angst, bit more sap

Disclaimer:            Don’t own DBZ

Published:             29th June 2003

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Thanks to Lully for helping beta this!

 

‘…thoughts...’

 

 

Love Potion 3

 

 

Gently boil in a water bath, allowing the sensitive components to react.

 

 

Vegeta inhaled the bittersweet herbal scent again, his eyes closed in concentration.

 

A gut feeling told him that he was missing something. Now that he had gotten over his initial chagrin, leaving him weary and drained, he managed to push his fluctuating emotions to the back of his mind. Yet discordant questions still swirled wildly within. There were too many holes in his memories, too many contradictions beleaguering him.

 

He had always been able to keep a tight rein on his emotions and he wasn’t impulsive. How could he have suddenly lost control?

 

And there was no way the dream could be real; he did not smell of sex when he woke, neither did he ache.

 

He rolled the small vial between his fingers thoughtfully, forcing himself to remain calm, to think coolly.

 

What happened exactly? He remembered taking a shower, stepping out clad in just a towel, and then everything just ran together after that. He couldn’t remember the exact sequence of the events, but he could recall certain sensations, specific scenes with crystal clarity. He remembered feeling very relaxed, very warm…

 

He took another cautious whiff, feeling his blood and loins stir. Yes… He remembered feeling inexplicably tactile and horny as well. He had felt …tingly. Yes, that was the word for it. Every small touch had sent a tiny shiver of delight along his nerves and he had felt extra sensitive. Hot. Receptive. Even the feel of the towel wrapped around his waist had felt good as the fluffy fabric shifted slightly against his member when he walked.

 

It was… It was odd. It was like getting high on alcohol…

 

Or a drug. 

 

His hand closed over the glass vial as his face tightened, eyes snapping open. Something was definitely not right. He did not even remember going for dinner or going to bed. Was it a dream or was it real? It seemed like a dream and yet it didn’t.

 

The seed of a nebulous suspicion grew.

 

And he had a feeling that the plain container in his hand was important. The thought that perhaps it was a trifle illegal to simply take something that belonged to somebody else crossed his mind, but that consideration was fleeting and he told himself he would return it. Soon. Striding out of Radditz’ room, he paused only to pull on a jacket over his thin top, before hurrying towards the laboratories.

 

~

 

Two hours later, Vegeta was no closer to enlightenment. Scowling, he glared down at the readings on the screen, feeling sleepy and irritable.

 

The various spectra results told him that the unknown liquid in the vial was a complex mixture and that most of the components were organic in nature. There were quite a number of different steroids, including testosterone, and various amino acids such as arginine. Unfortunately, that was all the analytical machines could tell him, nothing more.

 

Was this mysterious mixture a muscle-building supplement after all? That would have made his obsession over it extremely embarrassing. Yet, if that were the case, why was the quantity so small?

 

And why in hell does that nagging, faint, herbal scent smell so damned familiar? 

 

He rubbed his red-shot eyes tiredly. It was very late and he was alone in the brightly lit laboratory. Perhaps he should just sleep on it; morning might shed some answers. Or perhaps he might just wake up and wonder why he was making such a big fuss over some unimportant detail.

 

Unclipping his scouter, he hooked it up to the machine to download the data. Standing up and rolling his hunched shoulders to loosen kinked muscles, he walked over to turn off the other machines. The faint hum died away, leaving an irritating buzzing silence. Even though the royal palace was not built in a region with tectonic activity, the analytical laboratories were all on the ground floor and heavily reinforced to ensure that there would be minimal disturbance to the sensitive machines. Within the laboratories’ thick walls, it could be unnervingly silent.

 

He clipped his scouter back over his left ear and gave a last check around before picking up the small glass vial. As he exited, the lights automatically switched off and the heavy door slid close.

 

When Vegeta returned to the set of rooms he shared with Radditz, he noted with dismay that the tall guard was already back. The data pads on the doors recorded all moment in and out of the chambers. Once inside his personal quarters, he unclipped his scouter and took off his jacket as he paced, wondering if he should return the vial the next morning.

 

‘No, best to do it now before Radditz discovers it missing.’

 

Standing outside the guard’s door, he hesitated again, deliberating as fingers rubbed the small container in his pants pocket.

 

‘Damn. I shouldn’t have taken so long in the lab.’ He gave a crisp knock, but when there was no reply, he pressed his hand to the sensor in relief. ‘Good, he’s asleep.’

 

The lights were turned off, but Vegeta could easily make out the large form sprawled out facedown on the bed illuminated by moonlight that streamed in through the uncovered windows. Slowly, stealthily, he made his way carefully around the scattered stuff on the floor. It was like a small mine field, and he tensed every time he stumbled against some object or heard a movement from the bed.

 

Radditz had been drinking, and quite heavily at that; the liquor-sweet smell hung heavily in the air. The inebriated guard’s slumber was restless; he tossed and turned occasionally and his tail flopped heavily from side to side in agitation, musking the air strongly. The blankets were kicked off and twisted in a heap, spilling onto the floor as the sleeper twitched and moved fretfully. 

 

Finally, he approached the side of the bed where he had discovered the vial. Vegeta was oddly relieved that liquor was all that Radditz smelled of; the lusty guard often came back ripe with the distinctive scent of sex whenever he had gone out for the night.

 

‘That never bothered me before.’ He frowned as he stopped by the side of the bed, squinting in the deep indigo shadows. His tail lashed uncomfortably from side to side. ‘Though it is strange that this time…’

 

His thoughts were interrupted by a low mumble and he stiffened. Had Radditz woke up? After a moment, the guard rolled onto his side, muttering again but obviously still asleep.

 

“…’geta.”

 

Vegeta blinked in shock. Curiosity threw little threads around him and reeled him in – did Radditz just say his name? Why? Slowly, without even realizing that he was moving, he leaned forward over the edge of the bed cautiously.

 

Suddenly, an arm snaked around his waist and yanked him off balance onto the bed, pulling him tightly against the length of a very warm, very hard body.

 

He gave a small exclamation of surprise, muscles tensing and tail bristling. To his relief and consternation, Radditz was still very asleep, very naked, and very aroused. The young prince squirmed slightly, pushing his hands against the broad chest and trying to get free, but the movement caused the larger male to shift as well. A heavy tail curled around his hip and slithered between his legs while another burly arm wrapped across his back, trapping him even more securely.

 

“Vegeta…,” the sleeping guard murmured softly again, nuzzling and kissing the prince’s flushing cheeks, cuddling closer.

 

Vegeta shivered in spite of himself, small waves of pleasure rippling through him. ‘No, what am I doing?’

 

The tail between his legs moved and he almost squeaked in surprise, his own tail brushing out. ‘Got to get out!’

 

Yet his hands refused to push the other away, and when Radditz started rocking his hips, his traitorous body arched for more and his legs spread slightly as the other’s tail started venturing into not quite virgin territory. Hands moved down to cup his buttocks, pulling his hips tightly against a buckling pelvis.

 

With a small moan, Vegeta gave up trying to extricate himself from the tangle of limbs and tails and simply melted into the gloriously warm embrace. Not that he had been trying very hard anyway; his tail had already made up its mind and was coiled around the thick thigh thrown over his legs.

 

‘No…’

 

But even that last resistance was weak. Prior inhibitions and objections shriveled up and died. What were they again? 

 

He draped his arms around the broad shoulders, threading his hands through the thick, spiky hair that blanketed them as he buried his face into the crook of Radditz’ shoulder, drowning in the delightful sensations that coursed through him. The heady scents of personal musk and liquor and sweat and arousal all mingled, weaving and winding around them like strands of an invisible net.

 

Thick erections rubbed as they moved and writhed, the delicious friction fanning the carnal hunger that have been smoldering within him all day. They were now tightly entwined together, flesh sliding smoothly along heated flesh; the thin clothes Vegeta wore a sheer barrier to the electrifying and searing contact between them, only serving to frustrate and paradoxically excite him yet further.

 

Radditz was moaning; his movements became more frenzied as ragged gasps and slurred murmurs tripped from his lips. Vegeta bit down painfully on his lip to keep silent as he clutched the guard’s brawny shoulders, though he doubted if the guard could even hear him over his own loud noises. He knew he should be furious at the way the larger male was dry-humping him, at the way his bodyguard was taking liberties with him, groping and squeezing his butt almost painfully. .

 

But it felt too damn good and he could not stop now; he was awash in a sea of unfamiliar emotions and glorious sensations. It was wrong; it should not be happening, but it felt fucking perfect.

 

His own erection was rock hard and leaking as he rocked his hips jerkily, wanting and striving, needing…

 

Just a bit harder, just a bit faster, just a bit more

 

Abruptly, Radditz stiffened, hot fluid coating the front of their torsos as he relaxed with a shuddering grunt. ‘Nooo!’ Vegeta cursed in frustration, about to reach down to relieve the aching tension in his own loins when the warm arms around him loosened and fell away limply. The older male then gave a satiated sigh and rolled onto his back.

 

The sudden loss of that wonderful warmth was like an icy slap in his face. Suddenly realizing his compromising position, he panicked and scrambled off the bed. He had to get back to his room, get away…

 

He stumbled noisily in his hurry to get out of the room, but he didn’t care. Neither did the sated male on the bed as he sank into a deep sleep, purring, and oddly free of the problems that had plagued his sleep earlier. 

 

Lurching into his own room, Vegeta looked down in dazed shock at the dark stain on his blue top, his right hand trailing slowly across the sticky wetness. He was still painfully hard, and hands shaking in haste, he yanked down his pants and sank to his knees with a whimpering moan.

 

A cum-slicked hand sought out his neglected erection as he supported himself with his other hand. Closing his eyes, he could almost feel the brawny arms around him; he could still scent the heavy musk of the older Saiyajin…

 

He came quickly and collapsed onto his side, shaking in shame and the intensity of his release. What the hell was happening to him? How could he have done that? How could he have allowed Radditz to do that to him?? He was stronger than the guard, but somehow, he had been helpless…

 

Or did he really want it?  

 

Cursing and still trembling in both anger and shock, he quickly stripped off his clothing, cleaning himself before tossing the soiled clothing into the laundry hamper. Stumbling over to his bed, he crawled under the blankets. He was still feeling hot, but he felt an irrational need to hide under the protective barrier of fabric.

 

Yet even on his own bed, naked and alone, he could still smell Radditz’ scent on him. Before he realized what he was doing, he lifted his hand to his nose, inhaling the mingled sharp musks of their dried semen. Catching himself, he gave another frustrated curse and tucked his hand under his other arm, curling into a shivering ball as his eyes fluttered close. Physically drained and mentally battered, he quickly fell into a restless sleep.

 

~

 

The next couple of days passed in a daze. Vegeta avoided his bodyguard as often as he could, hating his body’s reaction to the older Saiyajin, hating his loss of control. He no longer felt as hot or horny, and his heart rate and blood pressure had returned to normal.

 

Yet, he could not stop thinking about the other male. He could hardly concentrate, and every time he caught sight of the brawny guard, he felt oddly excited. At night, his sleep was still plagued by fragmented dreams, though the erotic dreams were never as vivid as his first one.

 

The question still haunted him.

 

Was it real? Or was it just a dream?

 

What was more disturbing was his inability to answer the other question that followed. Did he wish it were real, or just a dream?

 

Logically, he knew it was just a fantasy. The dream may have been extremely vivid, but he would most certainly remember his first time! Also, he had awoken the next morning in his bed, clean and without any soreness. There was no evidence that it could have been anything but a kinky fantasy.  

 

Yet, there were too many disturbing contradictions. The banana lubrication, his sketchy memories of the night, Radditz’ odd behavior… Vegeta flushed as he remembered the last incident. Radditz had clearly been dreaming of him.

 

He raked his sweat-slicked hair back absently as he headed back to his quarters, his mind wandering back to the handsome guard. Radditz had requested the afternoon off; some family matters to attend to, he said. Vegeta had sequestered himself in one of the training rooms for a tough session, hoping to work off his frustrations. It had worked – he was feeling physically exhausted but much clearer-headed – and he had decided on a course of action.

 

Radditz seemed to be interested in him as well, so perhaps he should initiate something. Carry out his nocturnal fantasies. The slim prince cracked a wry smirk. Why was he getting himself all worked up over that unsettling dream? It was very simple; he was interested in Radditz and now that he knew that the attraction was reciprocated, what then was the problem?

 

Rolling his shoulders, he winced at the soreness in his back muscles. He had unwittingly overdone the training today. Perhaps he should spend an hour or two in the tank before dinner, especially if he wanted to carry out his seduction tonight. Normally, he didn’t believe in using the tank for training aches unless it was absolutely necessary. 

 

Crossing to his medical room, he pulled off his clothes and stepped in front of the tank. As he turned on the machine, he glanced idly at the green characters that scrolled across the black screen as the computer initialized. The initialization sequence went through the various programs and settings, ran diagnostics on the peripheral devices, and checked the level of the chemicals used for the regeneration fluid.

 

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed on a couple of lines that flashed past. Frowning, he pulled up the system logs after the system was completely booted up. Strange – he didn’t remember using the tank for the past month or so, yet it stated in the logs that the tank was last used just three nights ago. Had Radditz used it?

 

Calling up the relevant file, he examined the figures. No, it hadn’t been Radditz. The fluid had been keyed to his DNA.

 

It had been Vegeta.

 

He looked at the date again with dread, something seeming to click and drop in his mind, something which came tantalizingly close to a matching hole.

 

He had used the tank, three nights ago, when he had that strange dream.

 

Numbly, he stepped away from the computer and sat down in the chair, holding his head in his hands.

 

How…?

 

It wasn’t a dream.

 

Who had put him there?

 

…Radditz. He knew it; he just knew.

 

It wasn’t a dream. It was real.

 

Why?? Why did he…? Why didn’t Radditz say anything? Why did Radditz put him in the tank and later to sleep in his own bed?

 

Another fact shifted, as a suspicion formed, almost falling into place. Slowly, he reached out for the scouter he had left on the small table with his clothes and recalled the spectra results on the mysterious vial.

 

After the incident in Radditz’ room, he had forgotten all about the vial and it had remained unobtrusively in his pants until he had to clear his laundry. Too embarrassed to go back into Radditz’ room again, he had tucked the vial away.

 

Steroids. Amino acids. Testosterone. The suspicion grew as the various disparities started to assume some possible connections.

 

Standing up, he walked back to his room swiftly, his hand clutching the light scouter tightly. The cool air on his naked, sweat-damp skin wasn’t as icy as the twisted knot in his gut. He felt remarkably alert, viewing everything with a greater clarity, and also strangely detached.

 

Seating himself in front of his computer, he did a systematic search of the scientific databases.

 

There were many components in the mixture, and each component had more than one use. For example, steroids were a wide, complex family of compounds that included the sex hormones, such as testosterone, fulfilling numerous functions in the body. They could be used for various therapies, and were often abused by many of the fighters who wished to build bulk, amongst other applications.

 

Listing down all of the components, he overlaid all of their properties in an attempt to map out any common traits that connected the various compounds. It was tedious but he had a hunch what he was looking for. Somehow, he knew the vial was connected to the night where he had lost control.

 

He knew what the answer would be even before the exhaustive search confirmed his prediction, but he wished it wasn’t true.

 

It was. 

 

Vegeta stared at the screen in growing anger. A fucking aphrodisiac. How. Dare. He.

 

Suddenly, all the little disparate facts fell into place. He sat there for a long time, simply replaying the ‘dream’ that started it all in his mind, every agonizing, humiliating detail, and now seeing it in a totally different light. Hot shame and fury compounded as he sat there in silence. And underlying it all, a deep, black-bitter taste of betrayal.

 

As the crown prince, Vegeta had often felt isolated from his subjects, by birth and by duty. Though isolation and solitude had never really bothered him much, this savage betrayal of trust did. Badly. Abruptly, he was racked by a sudden wave of utter loneliness and self-pity. He had trusted Radditz and had …deep feelings for the guard. Feelings of familiar companionship and easy confidence; Radditz was someone he grew up with and one of the very few people with whom he was truly at ease. And with his recent conflux of emotions, confusing and tender and erotic, he had even entertained hopeful thoughts that perhaps…

 

No! Vegeta wrenched his thoughts back to the bald, harsh facts in front of him in stark green and black.

 

It was obvious to him that Radditz only wanted him for his body.

 

‘No, let’s be brutally frank here, shall we? He only wanted me for a quick fuck. A royal ass to screw. A royal, virgin ass to screw. All the better.’

 

He scowled darkly, allowing fury to consume him. For that left less room for the hurt. The sharp, stabbing hurt that twisted deep within him. The characters on the screen before him swam and he felt a sudden urge to curl up… and just…

 

His shoulders shook as he strove for a tenuous semblance of control. Pushing himself up suddenly, his chair clattered noisily to the floor and he kicked it away, seeing in his mind someone else in place of the inanimate object. His initial reaction had been to confront Radditz, but quickly, hot rage settled into an icy anger.

 

No. That would have been too easy.

 

~

 

Vegeta stepped through the main door, noting grimly from the data pad that Radditz had returned from his errand. He walked to his room, placing the bag of stuff he had bought on his table. It was late evening; his own errand had taken him longer than he expected.

 

Unclipping his dark brown cloak from his armor’s shoulder pads, he hung it back in the closet behind his ceremonial red cloaks. It wasn’t often used; meant for traveling, it was thick and long, reaching down to his ankles, with a deep hood. It was also used when he didn’t want to be identified. 

 

He pulled off his armor as well, leaving just his usual navy sleeveless bodysuit. Crossing over to his desk, he reached into the bag and pulled out a smaller cloth bag, shaking out the small discs from the black cloth bag onto his hand. Each metallic disc was thin and palm-sized, and tiny neat printing on one side informed him what each disc contained. Coldly, he examined the discs, and then slipped all but one back into the bag. Opening a drawer, he took out a small vial. He left the room, the assorted small items in his hand.

 

Without announcing himself, he palmed the sensor to Radditz’ room and walked in. The tall guard was casually dressed in just a pair of loose pants and seated by the head of his bed, shuffling through the collection of data discs beside him, and looked up in surprise.

 

“Vegeta-sama…” His greeting trailed away at the terrible look on the prince’s face. 

 

There was a tense moment, and then Vegeta walked over to the guard. Radditz stiffened, visibly unsure, as he remained seated. Leaning over slowly, his hands on the broad shoulders, Vegeta pressed his lips softly against the older male’s in a chaste kiss.

 

Immediately, without hesitation, Radditz parted his lips, large hands coming up to grip Vegeta’s hips as a low purr started in his chest. Feeling the wet, sensual touch upon his lips, feeling the firm muscles beneath his hands, feeling the delicious, sweet purr that resonated between them, Vegeta almost forgot his intention for a moment. For just a lingering moment, he longed to forget the guard’s unforgivable betrayal and simply melt against the other. For just a faltering moment, his rigid stance softened and his hands started to move uncertainly in slow circles that savored the chiseled hardness and bare, silky skin beneath his hungry palms. 

 

But the fervency of the third class’s reaction also brutally, harshly, emphasized the flip side of the coin, confirming his worst fears. That moment was wrenched away cruelly and he stiffened, stepped back and slapped him hard, splitting the same lips he had bestowed a tender contact to just a second earlier.

 

“Bastard.”

 

Radditz blinked in shock, a hand coming up to wipe at the thin trail of blood that ran down his chin. “Wha..?”

 

“Looking for something?” Vegeta cut him off as he took another step back, his face twisting in dark anger, his left hand snapping up. Radditz caught the object in reflex as it flew towards his chest. “This perhaps?”

 

Radditz looked down at the vial in his hand and paled.

 

“How could you?” Vegeta hissed, his tone laced with fury and betrayal.

 

Radditz looked up and stared numbly at the prince, his eyes wide and dilated in guilt, his mouth working but no answer forthcoming.

 

The younger stared back, absolutely livid. Somehow, he had still hoped that he was wrong: foolishly, naively and stupidly hoped against all the incriminating evidence so far that he was perhaps mistaken. But the look on the other’s face confirmed his guess.

 

“Tell me!” Vegeta backhanded him and the burly guard spun with the force of the blow, landing on his knees and hands.

 

“Answer me, kisama!” His anger, barely held simmering in check since he had found out, erupted as he yanked the taller male up by his long hair with his left hand and forced his head backwards painfully.

 

But Radditz kept silent and Vegeta held his sorrowful gaze a few moments longer before he snarled in frustration. His right hand came up and slapped a metal disc against the guard’s exposed throat with more force than necessary.

 

The action caused numerous tiny needles to spring out from the flat surface, injecting a substance directly into his bloodstream. Vegeta, his anger barely sated, watched as Radditz rapidly lost consciousness.

 

 

Tbc…

 

 

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