#Jin and Hattie

[hello-nichya-here]

Hello Nichya, I hope that you are doing better health wise? I was recently inspired for a Zucest Au idea and wanted to run it by you. Below is an historical context for the idea. Feel free to skip it if you wish.

In Bronze Age History of the Eastern Mediterranean, the Hittite and Egyptian Empires had a titanic clash at the battle of Kadesh in 1274 B.C.E, taking place in Canaan. The battle resulted in the first recorded treaty between two polities in human history. Both sides claimed victory in their state Propaganda.

Older scholarship held to the view that the battle was an Egyptian victory. Though modern scholars believes the battle to either have ended in a stalemate or a potential Hittite victory. Due to the fact that the Hittite’s were able to retain control of Kadesh and regain overlordship of some nearby Canaanite cities. Expanding southward at the expense of the Egyptian Empire of the XIX dynasty. Though only moderately.

After the battle, the Hittes and Egyptians would enjoy cordial relations. With the two imperial states never again going to war. Though that’s more likely because the former polity became defunct during the Bronze Age collapse. Rather than out of genuine desire from either side to uphold the treaty of Kadesh.

After the wars conclusion; the royal families between the two sides became remarkably close. With the monarchs of the two empires (Pharaoh Ramesses II “the great” and king Ḫattušili III respectively) addressing each other as “brother”. Both men had fought against each other at Kadesh.

It was the custom for the time period at the Bronze Age, for monarchs of great states to each other as “brother” in personal correspondence. The Egyptian pharaohs would typically (though not always) adress other monarchs of lesser states as “son”. Which implied Egypts greater prestige and authority. The very fact that the Pharaohs would adress the Hittite kings as “brother”, shows a sense of being equals or at least a high degree of respect. Which is remarkable in and of itself.

In addition, the wife of Ḫattušili III known as Puduḫepa and Nefertari the principal wife of Ramesses the Great would also have personal correspondence with each other as well. The two queens Addressing one another as “sister”. With the two even sending eachother gifts back and forth. Both Puduḫepa and Nefertari were transformative figures in polities With Nefertari aiding her husband in bringing about an Egyptian golden Age. While Puduḫepa did likewise in Hatti. With modern scholars calling her (to paraphrase) as one of the most “authoritative and important figures in the anciet East Mediterranean”.

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Apologies for the long winded near essay above, but I wanted to provide a bit of context for an Au that was inspired by this neat period of history. Now onto the Zucest questions!

Say in an alternate ATLA universe, the Fire Nation goes to war with say the earth kingdom.

The Fire Nation is led by its newly appointed Fire Lord Zuko. Who was installed after the mysterious death of his predecessor Ozai. He went to war with the Earth kingdom in order to check their advances. His main opponent was earth king kuei and his Dai Li. Though Zuko’s greatest asset was his younger sister Azula. A powerful if somewhat duplicitous advisor.

The battle itself ends inconclusively and the two heads of state and their advisors meet for a peace deal.

Over the course of these talks, Zuko and Kei become acquaintes and begin a correspondence. With the Zuko’s attraction to Azula being revealed accidentally. For her part, Azula begins writing to perhaps Jin in the earth kingdom court. Where like with before, her attraction to Zuko is accidentally revealed.

In this Au, do Azula and Zuko confess their attraction to one another randomly begin a romantic relationship? Or are they advised to ignore their feelings by their new “pen pals”. Essentially, how do you think the relationship would develop?

Anon... just write fic. You don't sound like you need my help at all, just do whatever feels right for the story you want to tell.

[newhope8]

My Kpop Journey So Far 💝

Kpop found me in the summer of 2022 (mid-June, July). Here's what has happened to me since then.

I originally published this on AO3 on January 9, 2024. Was informed by the site (via email) to delete it from my AO3 account, as it was not a fan work (it fell under the personal message category). So, I'm re-posting it here to Tumblr.

I have done brief edits (in small purple bold font) to make it read a bit smoother, yet the overall vibe of my essay remains the same. 😊

🌸 Original word count on AO3 — 4,388

🌸 Chapters — 1 (one)

🌸 Audience rating — Teen & up (tho some parts are General audiences too, you'll see)

🌸 Current edits (in small purple bold letters) written in February 2025

🌸 Disclaimer: I'm NOT the creator of the SKZOO divider banner I've used a few times throughout this post. ⬇️ All credit for this goes to the original creator (I don't know who they are).

Hello. 🥰💕 I hope this finds you doing well. 🦋🙏🏻

I was recently inspired by another Tumblr user's New Years Eve 2024 post to tell my journey into Kpop. I re-blogged their original post & began writing the following. ⬇️

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Briefly about myself —

I am Jordan, 33 years old (I'm now 34.)

Born female

Identifying with she/her/hers

M/F with relationships irl (tho Minsung has a soft spot in my heart)

Jordan is not my real name, it’s simply one I like to use on social media, I just like the sound of it 🙂

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The first group I found was Stray Kids & it was with the God's Menu music video that I felt a spark of something flicker in my heart. I was on YouTube late one night, watching another channel and trying to get my brain to go into survival mode to cope.

In March 2022, my parents & I relocated from our hometown to a different city in another state due to my dad’s work changing (he is the primary income provider for our family atm). I had a full-time job of my own, with a good salary & company benefits. Sadly, I did not earn enough to stay behind on my own so I had to move with my parents. I was heartbroken, for I'd had to say goodbye to co-worker friends, lost my steady income (some of the best I’ve ever earned in my entire working life as an adult) & the remaining ½ a semblance of a normal life. Joy & hope stuttered out for me & some days, I felt so desolate it was as if my heart was being squeezed internally by an invisible, evil hand & the liquid weeping from my soul was a thick, black & foul-smelling poison — grief. No one in my family nor other loved ones had passed away, yet I think you can see where I’m coming from. I recall going to bed one night in our new apartment in this new city we'd moved to & feeling my chest being tight — yet it wasn’t actual chest pains. It was hopelessness at our current family situation. 💔😔 (Things are much the same currently.)

It was the middle of June 2022. I was watching a few videos on a channel I’d recently found, Jin & Hattie. Go check them out. They’re adorable. He’s Korean 🇰🇷 & she’s British 🇬🇧. They’re also recently married (sometime in 2022 or early 2023, I don’t recall which). No, not the Jin from BTS, haha. 😄💜

I glanced at the sidebar of video recommendations & my eyes strayed to a Stray Kids music video that appeared there. I may have even clicked on Maniac first, I don’t remember. The point is, God’s Menu caught my eye. I was captivated by the sound & rhythm of Changbin’s opening rapid-fire rap lines.

The next thing that caused me to wake up was Felix’s deep baritone. Everyone (& I mean anyone who’s even remotely heard of Stray Kids) knows what part of the video I am talking about. 😮‍💨🔥

Does Michelin 5 star ring any bells? 😎

Or the phrase "the Felix effect"? 😏

The rest, as the saying goes, is history.

I reached for my phone, which was resting on my bedside table. I tapped on Apple Music as fast as I could & IMMEDIATELY began building a Kpop playlist. Before the night was over, I had 20+ songs on that list. (Flash-forward ⏭️ to January 2024 & there were 141 songs = 7 hrs & 59 min. February 2025 — I've edited the playlist a bit, moved some songs to other lists ... it's currently at 113 songs, 6 hrs 18 min.)

The next step in my journey was on Facebook, a platform I’ve been on for the past 13 years. I’d clicked around and began “following/ liking👍🏻” any Stray Kids-themed page I could find, both official & unofficial accounts.

A post caught my eye & I read it. It was talking about how the members enjoyed communicating with the Stay fandom on the bubble 🫧 app. I remember thinking, what in the world is BUBBLE, so I downloaded it to my phone.

Moments later, I had an account created & discovered the public chat room feature. (This has been discontinued for some time now due to harassment & bullying allegations between toxic & non-toxic fans — or so I've heard.) Had I not randomly got on 🫧 when I did, I would not have begun my online friendship journey with several different Stays.

I felt a connection to 3 people in particular.

One was a School Girl, in her early teens

Another was a Single Mother in her early 20s

The third person was another young lady in her Late Teens, about to graduate from high school

School Girl was from the United States. 🇺🇸

Single Mom was from Chile 🇨🇱, a country in South America.

Late Teen was from Hungary 🇭🇺.

It wasn’t long before my new friends & I moved our conversations over to other social media platforms, where we could talk more easily.

School Girl, Single Mom & I began talking on WhatsApp. Late Teen & I began chatting via DM on Instagram.

It was only several weeks later that JYP Entertainment disabled the public chat room feature entirely on 🫧. I recall saying to School Girl that I’m glad I found the app when I did; otherwise, I would not have “met” them at all.

As I talked with Single Mom, I was first introduced to the world of fan fiction (“fanfic” for short). She was writing a multi-chapter story that she was posting to her Wattpad account. Her native language was Spanish (yet she spoke excellent English).

Every 2-3 weeks or so, she would text me & School Girl two (2) chapters to read/ get feedback on. These would always be in English; she used Google Translate. Her fanfic was Stray Kids-themed & it was lovely. 🥰

I would read the chapters as she'd text them to me & School Girl. I would then write back what I thought was happening in each one. Yes, I was loosely paraphrasing, NOT plagiarizing (copying) her work, I hasten to add. ☝🏻

She was thrilled at these summaries, as I came to call them. She told me many times that it was a joy to read her own story from another’s point of view. I assured her I was not re-writing her ideas into something else, merely paraphrasing and putting into English grammar/ punctuation what she’d already written … i.e. using her original “manuscripts” as a guide. This went on for the rest of 2022 & part-way into 2023. School Girl would text back when she could about these fanfic chapters, having begun her freshman year of high school.

Late Teen was close to finishing her high school years. My interactions with her lasted only a few more months. I remember she was saving up for a new laptop computer & did indeed end up buying one. I know this because she proudly sent me photos of her new computer on our private Instagram chat. 📸💻🥰 (I began interacting with Late Teen only several weeks before School Girl & Single Mom.)

It was around the time of Stray Kids' Maxident comeback (October 2022) that my conversations with Late Teen began to trickle to a stop. This was a natural progression — neither of us ended communication, it just stopped on its own. And that’s the way life is: some people are in your life for only a short time & then they go away for whatever reason. I wished her well in one of my last messages & haven’t been in contact with her since. We’re still friends on Instagram, but we don't talk anymore. I am ok with that. 🙂 I hope she’s doing well and has enjoyed all the comeback albums since then.

My conversations with School Girl and Single Mom lasted longer than that & were more frequent in nature. At the time of me writing these edits, my WhatsApp chat with Single Mom is still active, though we now only occasionally text each other on Instagram Messenger. School Girl left our group WhatsApp chat in August 2024. She had secured part-time employment & was juggling schoolwork + extracurricular school things.

My next “online Kpop friendship” was made on a Stray Kids fandom chat room on Discord. If it wasn’t for some random scrolling on Facebook & commenting on a random post, the admin of that SKZ fan Facebook page would never have known to add me to the Discord chat room. This new friend I will name Flight Attendant, for that was her job. To protect her privacy, I'm not saying what airline she works for. We began talking in mid-December 2022. After texting on Discord for a short time, she & I moved our conversation over to Instagram Messenger. I soon learned that Flight Attendant was the same age as me, in her early 30s.

I don't know if she still works for the same airline, has switched companies entirely or is even in the aviation industry anymore. The last we talked was around mid-August 2023, as she was planning to attend KCON 2023 in L.A. with her 2 sisters. ATEEZ and Stray Kids were both slated to appear in concert there. For the 6 months or so that we talked, she confided some very personal things to me — things I will always keep her confidence on. I was humbled she felt safe enough talking to me, to share what she did.

Her job was a difficult one, the hardships of which often went un-noticed by the majority of people — maintaining a semblance of a normal life in between working back-to-back 16+ hour shifts with little to no sleep, depending on flight schedules.

Everyone, the next time you take a flight somewhere, anywhere ... doesn't matter how long your flight is … please PLEASE PLEASE be kind to the cabin crew, particularly the flight attendants {both male & female}. They work very hard to make your travel as easy as they can. They deal with some very nasty passengers & to give your hard-working & under-appreciated flight crew a little amount of kindness in return goes a very long way & isn't too much to ask. They may not remember your name or your face after you leave their aircraft, yet they will always recall the kindness of your soul in reaching out to them with a smile.

I messaged Flight Attendant back a few more times on Instagram (fall/ winter 2023), yet never received a response. After thinking for some weeks, I deleted our Instagram chat thread entirely (from my end). Ma'am, if you ever read this (she knows who she is), it was not intentional. I never heard back from you & only wished to say hello one last time. I hope you’re doing well & a new semblance of peace has re-entered your life after all the hard things you went through. Please reach out to me any time, I am still here. You know where to find me on Instagram, you know my TikTok & you have my personal cell phone number. If you send a regular text though, please identify yourself, just in case (I don’t wish to text a weird person or a scammer back…); my phone number has not changed. God bless you & from the bottom of my heart, thank you for being my friend and for the gift of your friendship and all it gave me. 💕🙏🏻

I will forever be grateful to Flight Attendant ✈️ for the following reasons.

Found 2 different RH series, both written by J. S. Lee (H3RO & its sequel series, Onyx)

Discovered the even more lovely world of 🔞+ Kpop fanfic on the Archive of Our Own (AO3) website 🔥🔥🔥😏😏😏😈😈😈💦💦💦🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻

Found new skincare products & cosmetics… Crème Shop-brand, specifically the BT21 line of products

The next step in my journey was signing up for Felix’s chat ticket on 🫧. I couldn’t do all 8 members' tickets each month (that would be around $30.00 USD), yet $3.99 for one ticket … more than doable. 🙂

I’d only been chatting with Flight Attendant for a month when I got Bbokari's ticket. ☀️🐥 For anyone who has his ticket (& even if you don’t), you will know that he occasionally sends photos in large batches. He calls them gifts, often cutely spamming the Stay fandom with several hundred messages at a time. 🥰📱🫧

I've seen 350+ new "messages" from Felix before. Others have had over 700+!! Most of the texts are 1-2 word replies, while other times he sends several short sentences in one note. It varies.

59 second or shorter audio messages from him also are shared. If he speaks one in Korean, he’ll usually send 2-3 more in English.

The more days you have a ticket, the longer a reply you can type back. At first, you will be limited to typing only 2-3 words. If you’re patient, you’ll be able to type more the longer you have a ticket. 💕🔖

Shortly after this, I began reading some of my first fanfic stories on Archive of Our Own (AO3). A few things to know about AO3:

You don’t have to have an account to read anything (I recommend using the Google Chrome web browser)

If you want to comment, leave kudos for an author or post a work of your own, you have to have an active account in good standing (you can request to join the "waitlist" to be sent steps to create log-in credentials)

I only had to wait about a week or so before the website sent me the official “account creation invite” link.

About fanfic stories on AO3 (no matter the amount of smut), they made me feel less lonely. It was liberating for me to put myself in the Y/N (your name) character’s position & transport myself to another world. Even a quick re-read of a favorite one-shot story works wonders, believe me. I still feel this way about all the stories today. Don’t misunderstand, I’m not so devoid of friendships & human interaction irl to survive only on fanfic smut.

My next friendship was with a very successful AO3 fic author. (I still keep in touch with this fanfic author to this day.) Flight Attendant sent me a link to a story called Tangled; it’s written by ThisPeachIsDirty. The author’s name is all one word together, each word is capitalized.

Part 1 of Tangled is 60 chapters long & has been marked complete.

Part 2 has 6-7 chapters so far, with possibly more to come.

I'll refer to this author as Peach. After reading my way through 60 chapters of pure bliss (part 1 of the aforementioned story), I began chatting with her on Instagram Messenger. After a few messages were exchanged, she encouraged me to begin writing a fanfic of my own (which soon contained my first-ever written sex scene).

I wrote for a span of 5-6 hours one afternoon & sent Peach screenshots of my first attempts at smut. Complimenting my unique writing style, she told me it was unlike most of what she’s read & that I had a natural gift for writing.

Please look up ThisPeachIsDirty on AO3 if you haven’t already. Subscribe to & follow her content on there and leave a comment. You will not be disappointed, I promise. 😏🔥🔥🔥🙌🏻

One month prior (July 2023), I joined TikTok. I’d been collecting albums & Kpop merch for a year and slowly started making show & tell videos of items in my collection.

As a friendly FYI & disclaimer: I would share my TikTok (TT) page on my Tumblr, yet I want to keep the more adult side 🔥😏 of fanfic separate from TT.

I know for a fact that some of my TikTok followers are minors. One told me in a DM that she was 14; another began her 6th grade year/ was even younger. I don’t want to have to worry about any “oopsey’s” crossover 🫣🫢😬 and a youngster reading something they shouldn’t.

I was 4 chapters in on my first attempt at a full-length story on AO3 when I began receiving kudos & comments from other fanfic users on the site. One was Peach. Another individual who left me a comment is an equally talented fic author too. Her name is Minnieprincess. Go check out her one-shot stories on there, if you haven’t already. Like with Peach’s stories, you will NOT be disappointed. 😏🙏🏻🔥😈🔞

My acquaintance with Minnie, as I’ll refer to her, brings me to the next step in my journey. Since August 2023 (when she left her first comment on my story), we’ve become very close friends. She is someone I know I'll always stay in regular contact with.

Chatting in the comment section on my AO3 story is how we "met". We exchanged short messages on Wattpad before connecting again on Instagram Messenger. What followed in the next few months was one of the most meaningful instant-connection friendships I’ve ever had with anyone.

I located a missing piece of myself in our friendship. It didn't take the 2 of us long before we called each other soul sisters. We came to trust one another enough to share things about ourselves that are very personal. To put this into a slightly different perspective, I am only child irl. Having Minnie as a new sibling is a gift I’m thankful for x10, every day. 🥹❤️🩹

We moved our conversation over to WhatsApp after a few more months; we talk on a semi-daily basis on this app to this day. Longer messages being exchanged, we told things to each other that we weren't able to before.

In December 2023, I mailed Minnie a Kpop care box. It took 22 days to arrive to her doorstep. I’d bought her 4 different albums & handfuls of merch items, all of which she heartily adored. 💕🥰 Having the memory of video chatting with her on WhatsApp as we opened up the Rock version of Stray Kids' Rock-Star album together (we each have a copy) is something I will cherish forever. 🥹

What could happen next with my Kpop journey & myself as a person? I’m not sure yet. Here's a few random ideas: ☺️⬇️

Getting my first-ever tattoo (or two or three), Kpop-themed

Traveling overseas for the first time to visit Minnie (or meeting up with her in the U.S.)

Attending my first Kpop concert (preferably Stray Kids)

Shopping at a Kpop-only stand alone store and buying more albums/ other merch (I've been doing this since the end of March 2024, lol 🥰 ... I may briefly describe this in a part 2 to this essay ... at some point, I'm not sure yet)

Healing can come in many forms. This essay has been fun & thoughtful to write, to remember how Kpop & the gift of human connection has, in a healthy way, filled a void in my life.

STRAY KIDS EVERYWHERE ALL AROUND THE WORLD, YOU MAKE STRAY KIDS STAY ... Chan 🐺, Changbin 🐷, Han 🐿, Hyunjin 🦦, Felix 🐥, Lee Know 🐰, Seungmin 🐶 & I.N 🦊

8 MAKES 1 TEAM ... Hongjoong, Seonghwa, San, Wooyoung, Yeosang, Mingi, Yunho & Jongho (I'm still learning all the ANITEEZ characters & which member they belong to.) 🥰

I PURPLE YOU! ... RM, Jin, Jimin, Suga, j-hope, Taehyung & Jungkook 🫰🏻

@itsseohannbin @channieandhisgoonsquad @frenchkisstheabyss @queenmea604 @minnieprincess85 @moonlightndaydreams @hyunsvngs

[teruki-inoue21]

What S2E12 might mean for the “future” of Link Click

It’s been a long 10 weeks, and we’ve been thru 11episodes. Now that we’ve been blessed (or rather cursed?) with the PV of the last episode of Link Click II, I want to clarify a few things regarding what could happen later on in the plot, like in Link Click III or whatnot. So, let’s go!

• Qiao Ling’s (MORE improved) role

=>So, abt our ladyboss, Qiao Ling. In the first season, she didn’t have much of a role. The only notable thing I remember her doing is introducing new ppl to the series. Like, Xu Shanshan, Master Si Wen, etc etc. But this time in season 2, she has a bigger and more important role. She’s fighting side-by-side with CXS, helping in the investigations, being a great elder sister for Xixi, AND formulating plans too. However, the PV for the last episode gave us an even bigger reveal as to what will or might happen to her going on with Link Click III.

Now that Xixi is dead (f**k Qian Jin), it seems that she has transferred her powers to Qiao Ling. Welp, people with these powers have always been the prime focus of the show, and now that Qiao Ling ALSO seems to have powers, there’s no doubt that her importance in the story will be much more from now on. I personally believe that in the event CXS actually ends up dying, she’ll be a key role to get LG to try again to save him. More on that later.

• Qian Jin

=> What can I even say about this guy? I’ve hardly seen anyone so loathe worthy and despicable in anime history. But I’m not here to hate on this guy RN. What I’m here to talk about is his connection to the main characters, some hidden characters, and his motives.

Now, Episode 11 has clearly shown us his motive. He wants to use CXS to go to the past and stop his wife from her supposed betrayal. (I swear, dude’s just TOO hung up on his wife who he murdered HIMSELF!) . But what’s odd is that his motive is just too personal. What I mean by that is that, when the poster for Qian Jin dropped, his shadow was the supposedly infamous Hat Guy aka Liu Xiao. This tidbit made all of us think that he HAD to working with/for Liu Xiao, and thus, his motives shouldn’t be personal. But here we are, with his motive having NO connection to Hattie. So why was his poster designed like this anyway? Maybe Hattie was the guy who told him about CXS? But even so, that makes Hattie’s role too meh for the plot..

• Liu Xiao aka the Hat Guy (and more new characters?)

=> Even though it’s been 11 out of 12 episodes, we still know almost nothing about Liu Xiao except for the fact that he’s abroad. But despite being so ambiguous, all of us know the amount of significance this guy has over the events of Link Click. Or do we?

Let’s talk about that.

Ever since the very first episode of Link Click, we know that the client who gave our main trio the Emma job wasn’t Emma herself, but rather someone anonymous. Thanks to @mimicha-arts ‘s post, we know that someone was keeping tabs on CXS, LG, and QL. Now, let’s say that it was Hattie. That would make a lot of sense, since he seems to be some kind of overseer of the events unfolding or some grandmaster himself (I’m saying that due to the fact that he’s being likened to be similar to Lu Guang).

But even if that’s the case, what could be his motive? Well, even I know shit about that. However, as I said in an earlier post, I believe that the big bad of the series isn’t Qian Jin, but Liu Xiao; and that he would have a showdown against Lu Guang. Maybe Liu Xiao was shown as the shadow to Qian Jin to show us how evil he could be? Cuz think of it like this: shadows are dark, right? So, if Qian Jin’s evil, doesn’t it make PERFECT sense if his shadow, LIU FRIKING XIAO, is MORE twisted and/or evil? Yeah…

So, we’re wrapped up with Hattie now. BUT, what if I told u there were MORE characters to be introduced?

Take a look..

Now, there’s someone on the roof of that one building. I may be wrong in thinking that it’s a new character and could simply be Chen Bin, but part of me still wants to believe that it’s a new guy, probably with special powers too, (as for whether they’d be an ally or enemy, I’ll leave that part to you guys).

• The Contents of Liu Min’s phone

=> This topic has been a major question since the first episode of Link Click II, and hasn’t been answered still. Liu Min’s phone. What’s even in there that Qian Jin had to literally kill his own mentee to get that thing? What’s so important in that phone that even this far in ep11, it’s a major item for the villains? Is it related to Liu Xiao? Quede Games? Does LTch need it to go back in time?

As for the answers, all I can do is speculate. I think that, as Liu Xiao IS Liu Min’s brother, there has to be some info on him there. Then again, it might also be related to Emma and Quede? But whatever it is, it’s a very important material. If not explored in II, I believe it will be important for III.

• Lu Guang and alternate timelines

=> And now, to the infamous “Lu Guang is a time traveler” theory. Well, we all have the general go-thru for This theory. In a given timeline, CXS dies, and to save him, LG keeps jumping thru time over and over again …

I believe I’ve already talked about how the alternate timelines theory is important for the plot of Link Click III. Here’s the post

• The meaning of “Can’t Live Without A Good Brother”?

=> Episode 12’s title says the most ominous yet very emotional line: “Can’t Live Without A Good Brother.” Such a thought-provoking title, don’t y’all think?

Funnily (or ironically, I don’t even know at this point) enough, this sentence can be thought of by two perspectives. Y’all guessed it - Qiao Ling AND Tianxi’s. So let’s go over those and deduce whatever plot points we can find for Link Click III.

Li Tianxi’s POV: So, the photo that started it all, for our pink-haired twins features a line written in crayon by Xixi, which says, “I can’t live without my good brother.” Odd, no? How she calls her brother good despite knowing that he’s actively involved in killing a multitude of people? Well, this is Link Click we’re talking about; and this, there’s always a reason for everything. Let’s say that Tianchen really IS a good person, or at least he wants to be (from Xixi’s perspective ofc). Why wouldn’t he be? He cares about Xixi a lot, prioritizes her safety first, even his deal with Qian Jin exists so that he can ensure safety for his sister. He even said in episode 11 that doing all this killing business for Qian Jin was truly hell for him and he wanted to escape. Hmm.. know what this sounds like to me? A pinch of sister complex! Yup! Tianchen is a really good brother. And all he’s done and has Been doing is so that he can have a better life with his sister. The fact that Xixi wrote “I Can’t live Without My Good Brother” means that she doesn’t want to lose her brother to the forces of evil that include Qian Jin… and maybe, that one childhood friend of Tianchen’s? (Of course I’m talking about Liu Xiao, and there u go, I mapped out the possible Link Click III content from here and how , even tho dead, Xixi will be crucial to the plot of what I predict will be Lu Guang V Liu Xiao). In that case, we can conclude by saying that Li Tianchen actually is a quite tragic character (more on that on a separate post).

Qiao Ling’s POV: Now, I’m most excited to talk about her POV, since I believe her insight on “Can’t Live Without A Good Brother” stems from CXS’s death in S2 (which I think is guaranteed to happen). Over the course of these two seasons, we’ve seen and have come to love the dynamic between Qiao Ling & Cheng Xiaoshi. S2E8 even shows how much QL cares about CXS, as she always looks out for him not just as a friend, but as a sister as well. So, let’s all assume that CXS and LG lose the fight against Qian Jin, and at the end, CXS dies. Remember what I said about Qiao Ling inheriting Xixi’s power and how that can help play a role in Lu Guang’s attempt to change/reverse CXS’s death? Well, here we are. Given that CXS dies, we can all imagine how distraught QL and LG will be. It is then QL decides to use Xixi’s power to transfer CXS’s power to Lu Guang (that’s the most reasonable thing to do, as Lu Guang knows better about diving in the past than Qiao Ling), but in a worse case scenario, she uses it herself? Whichever the case, I believe this is the way the staff will answer how Lu Guang has been time traveling despite not having the power to do so, and also kick start the events of Link Click III.

The Overseas Trip

=> Another thing that has technically been confirmed by the director, Li Haoling himself? All of us know that the director has said that the overseas trip that CXS and LG went on during their university days will definitely come into play later on. So far, whatever hint of that we have is the ED, THE TIDES, where the duo go on and investigate (?) a house that looks identical to the house of the main character of the 2002 movie, The Time Machine; and a rough animation draft of CXS and LG in holiday clothing riding a car. I say that, the overseas trip is not just limited to the ED. Sure, the ED is definitely showing us something related to that, but considering that trip is how both CXS and LG (or just CXS since according to the alternate timelines theory, LG should already have his power) unlock their powers, it DEFINITELY will come into play in Link Click III.

• Emma?

=> Very few characters in anime (or should I say donghua) always haunt the narrative of the story even after they’re dead. Such is really the case with Emma. Even though we see her die (yet again) in S1E11, she still appears on the S2 OP, VORTEX. BUT, she is literally NOWHERE in the main events of S2. Well, it would definitely make more sense to include characters who have more roles in S2 in the OP (Like Milady Wang Juan, Capt. Xiao Li, prolly also Xiao Ma?) rather than a character who seemingly has no role in the season, right? That is PRECISELY why the fact that Xiao Li doesn’t appear in the OP despite being so important but EMMA does, alludes to the fact that we’re not done with her arc yet. This means that, yep, Liu Xiao is linked here…

CONCLUSION:

Welp, there ain’t not conclusion, not yet. Not until there’s a confirmation AND a trailer for S3 and we get to see Liu Xiao face reveal.

Til then, I’ma go feral sitting on my toilet seat and thinking about S3….

[musingsofmonica]

January 2024 Diverse Reads

January 2024 Diverse Reads:

•”How We Named the Stars” by Andrés N. Ordorica, January 30, Tin House Books, Literary/LGBT/Hispanic & Latino/Coming of Age

•”Red String Theory” by Lauren Kung Jessen, January 09, Forever, Romance/Romantic Comedy/Asian American

•”Come and Get It” by Kiley Reid, January 30, G.P. Putnam's Sons, Literary/Coming of Age/Women

•”Martyr!” by Kaveh Akbar, January 23, Knopf Publishing Group, Literary/Family Life/LGBT

•”The Storm We Made” by Vanessa Chan, January 02, S&S/Marysue Rucci Books, Literary, World Literature/Asia/Historical /20th Century/Post-World War II/Women

•”The Mayor of Maxwell Street” by Avery Cunningham, January 30, Hyperion Avenue, Romance/Historical/African American/Women

•”The Queen of Sugar Hill: A Novel of Hattie McDaniel” by Reshonda Tate, January 30, William Morrow & Company, Biographical/Historical/African American/Women/Own Voices/World Literature/American/20th Century/Post-World War II

•”A Quantum Love Story” by Mike Chen, Mira Books, January 30, Romance/Time Travel/Science Fiction/Time Travel/Family Life/Siblings

•”The Bullet Swallower” by Elizabeth Gonzalez, January 23, Simon & Schuster, Literary/Hispanic & Latino/Magical Realism

•”When Things Don't Go Your Way: Zen Wisdom for Difficult Times” by Haemin Sunim & Charles La Shure (Translator), January 23, Penguin Life, Buddhist/Mindfulness & Meditation/Philosophy/Personal Growth/Buddhism 

•”Black Women Taught Us: An Intimate History of Black Feminism” by Jenn M. Jackson, January 23, Random House, Women/American Government/Feminism & Feminist Theory/Women's Studies

•Our Hidden Conversations: What Americans Really Think about Race and Identity” by 

Michele Norris, January 16, Simon & Schuster, Ethnic Studies/Discrimination & Race Relations/Social Classes & Economic Disparity/Cultural & Social

•”River East, River West” by Aube Rey Lescure, January 09, William Morrow & Company, Literary/Coming of Age/Family Life/Asian American/Cultural Heritage/World Literature-China/21st Century

•”Where I Belong: Healing Trauma and Embracing Asian American Identity” by Soo Jin Lee & Linda Yoon, January 09, Tarcherperigee, Ethnic Studies/ Asian American Studies/Mental Health/Personal Growth

•”Your Utopia: Stories” by Bora Chung & Anton Hur, January 30, Algonquin Books, Horror/Science Fiction/Short Stories/World Literature/Korea

•”On Thriving: Harnessing Joy Through Life's Great Labors” by Brandi Sellerz-Jackson, January 09, Ballantine Books, Personal Memoirs/Inspiration & Personal Growth

•”The Djinn Waits a Hundred Years” by Shubnum Khan, January 09, Viking, Historical/Gothic/Women

•”Behind You Is the Sea” by Susan Muaddi Darraj, January 16, Harpervia, Literary/Short Stories/Humor/Coming of Age/Women/Family Life/Cultural Heritage/Feminist/Muslim/Own Voices/World Literature/Middle East/Arabian Peninsula

•”Be a Revolution: How Everyday People Are Fighting Oppression and Changing the World--And How You Can, Ijeoma Oluo, January 30, HarperOne, Activism & Social Justice/Ethnic Studies/Personal Growth/Anthropology/Cultural & Social/Race & Ethnic Relations/Civil Rights/Social Activists/United States/21st Century/Human Rights/Motivational & Inspirational

.”The Night of the Storm” by Nishita Parekh, January 16, Dutton, Thriller/Mystery & Detective/Family Life/Asian American

[rookvonhunt]

Tenko's oc Masterlist redux

( I'm sorry for the incoming spam )

NIGHT RAVEN COLLEGE

Canon Dorms :

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Pomefiore

Vixen D. Rosehearts ( Dixie ) - 3rd year - twisted from the huntsman's dagger

Viri Prunell - 3rd year - Twisted from Vidia

Valenci Heart - 3rd year - Twisted from Kierran Valentine

Trent Grove - 1st year - Twisted from Trenderman

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Ignihyde

Kirsten Turzek - 1st year - Twisted from Hades' smoke chains used to bind megara

Calypso Sarge - 2nd year - Twisted from The Titan Arges

Fontik Mystique - 3rd year - Twisted from The Titan Stratos

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Fandorms :

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Obsydia - Twisted from the Emperor's new Groove

Ezra 'iiksir - 3rd year - Dorm Leader - Twisted from Yzma

Brick Knolls - 1st year - Vice Dorm Leader - Twisted from Kronk

Amsi Rumsey III - 4th year - Previous Dorm Head - Twisted from Pharoh Ramses ( prince of Egypt )

Omari Nizam - 4th year - Twisted from Huy

Husani Kamel - 4th year - Twisted from Hotep

Malik Allaama - 3rd year - Twisted from Emperor Kuzco

Alma Haj - 2nd year - Twisted from Kitten Yzma

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Villamania - Twisted from Resident Evil

Micah Risin - 3rd year - Dorm head - Twisted from Mother Miranda

Alucard Bathory - 4th year - Vice Dorm head - Twisted from Alcina Dimitrescu

Archibald D'bullion - 4th year - Twisted from the Duke

Zuiger Marquis - 4th year - Twisted from the Leech Queen

Martin Bailey - 4th year - Twisted from Marguerite Baker

Liam Bailey - 4th year - Twisted from Lucas Baker

Adelais Du - 3rd year - Twisted from Ada Wong

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Suikerash - Twisted from Sugar Rush

Fraiser Creme - 3rd year - Dorm Leader - Twisted from Taffyta Muttonfudge

Francois Tuule - 2nd year - Twisted from Rancis Fluggerbutter

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Kombatra - Twisted from Mortal Kombat

Kierron Khanum - 3rd year - Dorm Leader - Twisted from Mileena

Song Fenhua - 4th year - Vice Dorm Leader - Twisted from Shang Tsung

Emile Marco Plasmos - 3rd year - Twisted from Ermac

A'rachk Evaniidae - 2nd year - Twisted from D'vorah

Citron - 4th year - Twisted from Cetrion

Tamo Smoulder - 2nd Year - Twisted from Smoke

Carmine Skab - 3rd year - Twisted from Skarlet

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Ectocosma - Twisted from Scooby Doo Ghouls

Octavius Siphon - 3rd year - Dorm Leader - Twisted from Sibella Dracula

Amos Spectre - 2nd year - Twisted from Phantasma

Simon Blanc - 4th year - Twisted from Simone Lenoire

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Fangulous - Twisted from Monster High

Vladimir Vanrouge - 2nd year - Dorm Leader - Twisted from Draculaura

Hapi de Delta - 4th year - Twisted from Cleo de Nile

Jin Su - 3rd year - Twisted from Jinafire Long

Krystoff Yatt - 3rd year - Twisted from Abbey Bombinable

Tyson Streak - 2nd year - Twisted from Toralei Stripe

Maurice Bonita - 2nd year - Twisted from Skelita Calveres

Jupiter Trapston - 4th year - Twisted from Venus Mcflytrap

Dusk Mare - 1st year - Twisted from Twyla

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Arachninox - Twisted from Demon Slayer

Miko - 4th year - Dorm Leader - Twisted from Muzan Kibutsuji

Zara Destok - 2nd year - Twisted from Akaza

Gale Skolpt - 4th year - Twisted from Gyokko

Tara Poisgrove - 4th year - Twisted from Gyuutaro

Suzu Tempo - 1st year - Twisted from Susamaru

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Beldamatrix - Twisted from Coraline

( @/Grace-turzek )

Jonas Gourd - 3rd year - Vice Dorm Leader - Twisted from the Other Father

June Fosse - 3rd year - Twisted from April Spink and Miriam Forcible

Hattie Labelle - 3rd year - Twisted from the Pioneer girl ghost

Poppy Grove - 3rd year - Twisted from Splendorman

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Terrovania - Twisted from The Horror Genre

( @/crestbaby )

Claudious Grove - 4th year - Twisted from Slenderman

Zen Heirant - 4th year - Twisted from Zalgo

Janice Everest - 3rd year - Twisted from Jane the Killer

Johan Poppett - 3rd year - Twisted from The Puppeteer

Porsche - 1st year - Twisted from the Dollmaker

Candice Pip - 4th year - Twisted from Candy Pop

Jekyll Korpze - 4th year - Twisted from Laughing Jack

Jakob Eetz - 2nd year - Twisted from Eyeless Jack

Anaias Medalla - 4th year - Twisted from Nurse Ann

Reuben Gear - 4th year - Twisted from Jason the Toymaker

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Hexeons - Twisted from Hocus Pocus

( @/the27th )

Prince MacBeth - 3rd year - Twisted from Thorn from the Hex Girls

Eclipse Tide - 2nd year - Twisted from Dusk from the Hex Girls

Birch Dawnst - 2nd year - Twisted from Luna from the Hex Girls

Carroway Grove - 4th year - Twisted from Offenderman

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Staff

August Bailey - Engineering and Shop professor - Twisted from Jack Baker - Supervisor of Villamania

Yan Zei - Summoning Professor - Supervisor of Arachninox

Meredith Bloodwurth - Home Ec , Ancient curses professor , School nurse and Dance instructor - Twisted from Miss Grimmwood - Supervisor of Ectocosma

Bennett Mantra - Assistant Theatre Professor

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ROYAL SWORD ACADEMY

Fandorms :

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Hashikore - Twisted from Demon Slayers

Reina Ash - 2nd year - Dorm Leader - Twisted from Rengoku Kyojuro

Shiio Posa - 3rd year - Vice Dorm Leader - Twisted from Shinobu Kocho

Miyako Crost - 4th Year - Twisted from Gyomei

Suzano Kai - 3rd year - Twisted from Suma

Inoko Bosha - 3rd year - Twisted from Inosuke Hashibira

Jirou Kanata - 2nd year - Twisted from Tanjiro Kamado

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Raccohazard - Twisted from Resident Evil Protagonists

Christo Reddeman - 4th year - Dorm Leader - Twisted from Chris Redfield

Lyon S. Kent - 3rd year - Vice Dorm Leader - Twisted from Leon S. Kennedy

Elijah Alba - 4th year - Twisted from Ethan Winters

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Mysticana - Twisted from Scooby Doo Protagonists

Scott "Scooter" Davis - 3rd year - Dorm Leader - Twisted from Scooby Doo

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Staff

Kobayashi - Sword instructor and Librarian - Twisted from Kaguya

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HOUR GLASS STATION ACADEMY

( @/fumikomiyasaki )

Canon Dorms :

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Talenerea - Twisted from Game Mascots

Langley Woodrun - 4th year - Twisted from Jeff the Killer

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Relinookton - Twisted from Animal Crossing

Misty Noire - 4th year - Twisted from Muffy

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Evolnation - Twisted from Pokémon

Séan Grimsby - 4th year - Twisted from Grimmsnarl

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Fandorms :

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Pastrierie - Twisted from Cookie Run

Drys Radd - 4th year - Dorm Leader - Twisted from Millennial Tree Cookie

Rochelle Rococo - 3rd year - Twisted from Dark Choco Cookie

Khelani Pompau - 4th year - Twisted from Pomegranate Cookie

Momoe Bao - 2nd year - Twisted from Peach Cookie

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Staff :

Jollie Ube - Combat Instructor - Twisted from General Jujube Cookie - Supervisor of Pastrierie

WITCHING HOUR ACADEMY

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DEATH'S ACADEMY OF COMBAT

( @/deaths-academy-of-combat )

Students :

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Faerust - Twisted from Fairy Tail

Nala Ignacio - 1st year - Dorm Leader - Twisted from Natsu Dragneel

Gadjet Vickson - 3rd year - Vice Dorm Leader - Twisted from Gajeel Redfox

River Falls - 3rd year - Twisted from Juvia Lockard

Noire Shadeú - 2nd year - Twisted from Midnight

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Gemmeluner - Twisted from Houseki no Kuni

( @crestbaby )

Nyx - 4th year - Twisted from Bort

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Outlandical - Twisted from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

( @mmm creamée on Discord )

Harper Zippah - 4th year - Twisted from Bruno Buccellati

Minerva Lilian - 2nd year - Twisted from Melone

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Nuraveil - Twisted from Hunter x Hunter

Satin Sulfur - 4th year - Dorm Leader - Twisted from Chrollo Lucilfer

Parker Calibur - 4th year - Vice Dorm Leader - Twisted from Pakunoda

Ursula Cubb - 4th year - Twisted from Uvogin

Mauve - 4th year - Twisted from Hisoka Morrow

Pinto Haj - 2nd year - Twisted from Neferpitou

Colton Assam - 1st Year - Twisted from Killua Zoldyck

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Daemosin - Twisted from the Seven Deadly Sins

( @twsted-princess )

Banikah Kreid - 4th year - Vice Dorm Leader - Twisted from Fox sin of greed, undead Ban

Shamrock Plumwurth - 3rd year - Twisted from Gloxinia

Guillermo Bombasta - 2nd year - Twisted from Guila

Lyle Crossman - 2nd year - Twisted from Jericho

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Resonnata - Twisted from Soul Eater

Shin Astra - 4th year - Dorm Leader ( ? ) - Twisted from The Kishin , Asura

Marshal Alba - 2nd year - Vice Dorm Leader - Twisted from Maka Albarn

Judith Gait - 4th year - Twisted from Justin Law

Conan Dusalar - 1st year - Twisted from Crona Gorgon

Azrael Astra - 2nd year - Twisted from Death the Kid

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Staff :

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Lord Astra - Headmaster - Twisted from Lord Death

Pema Taran - Vice Headmaster - Twisted from Chairman Netero

Nexus Karov - Magical History Professor - Twisted from Master Makarov Dreyer

Andromeda Stitch - School Psychologist and Magical Sciences professor - Twisted from Dr. Franken Stein

Gretel Chambers - Literature professor and Drama director - Twisted from Grelle Sutcliffe

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[UNDER CONSTRUCTION]

[phoebehalliwell]

I agree with you that it was stupid to name the sisters from the reboot M-names when we have the fake charmed ones from the og with M names. And Mel was a really stupid name when Melinda was A Thing in the og. If you could name them whatever you wanted, what would it be? Personally, I would have went with L-names for luck (Lucy, Lyra, Lana - the Lana especially could have been a wink to Paige's character) or even C-names as, hello, they are the CHARMED ones (Clara, Cecily, Corrine would be my choices).

tbh i think honestly they could have gone with p.h. again like you know maybe paola & paloma herencia or something and then not to get Too on the nose but like. you Could name macy persephone and have her go by percy you know just like an homage to her walk between life and death and in spite of her light magic nature, strong ties to the underworld like. 👀👀. you could go the opposite direction and go h.p. maybe like helena (like [eˈlenɐ]) and idk like. hattie short for harriet and henri short for henrietta? there are kind of fewer h names. Or i think i third option could be j names as an homage to when the girls where jenny/jamie, julie, & jo, in which case you could probably go like. well josefina obvi is a name on the table but then cousin josefina would need a new name (which btw. kinda sad they didn't make the m name like a true to form family thing i would have loved to see josefina with an m name as well), beyond that i really like the name jordan or jourdain, julia or juliana or juliet, there's also juana, jacqueline, jasmine, jessica, justine. there are a lot of j options.

and then just as a fun fact in the original script maggie was initially madison and lucy was initially luz and niko was soo jin. and then also macy was already dating galvin but also had cheated on him & proceeded to gaslight him about that so glad that was changed!!

[bongaboi]

Grammy Awards 2019: The List, Part 3

Latin

Best Latin Pop Album

Sincera – Claudia Brant

Prometo – Pablo Alborán

Musas, Vol. 2 – Natalia Lafourcade

2:00 AM – Raquel Sofía

Vives – Carlos Vives

Best Latin Rock, Urban or Alternative Album

Aztlán – Zoé

Claroscura – Aterciopelados

COASTCITY – COASTCITY

Encanto Tropical – Monsieur Periné

Gourmet – Orishas

Best Regional Mexican Music Album (Including Tejano)

¡México Por Siempre! – Luis Miguel

Primero Soy Mexicana – Ángela Aguilar

Mitad Y Mitad – Calibre 50

Totalmente Juan Gabriel Vol. II – Aida Cuevas

Cruzando Borders – Los Texmaniacs

Leyendas de Mi Pueblo – Mariachi Sol de Mexico

Best Tropical Latin Album

Anniversary – Spanish Harlem Orchestra

Pa' Mi Gente – Charlie Aponte

Legado – Formell y Los Van Van

Orquesta Akokán – Orquesta Akokán

Ponle Actitud – Felipe Peláez

American Roots Music

Best American Roots Performance

"The Joke" – Brandi Carlile

"Kick Rocks" – Sean Ardoin

"St. James Infirmary Blues" – Jon Batiste

"All on My Mind" – Anderson East

"Last Man Standing" – Willie Nelson

Best American Roots Song

"The Joke"

"All the Trouble"

"Build a Bridge"

"Knockin' on Your Screen Door"

"Summer's End"

Brandi Carlile, Dave Cobb, Phil Hanseroth & Tim Hanseroth, songwriters (Brandi Carlile)

Waylon Payne, Lee Ann Womack & Adam Wright, songwriters (Lee Ann Womack)

Jeff Tweedy, songwriter (Mavis Staples)

Pat McLaughlin & John Prine, songwriters (John Prine)

Pat McLaughlin & John Prine, songwriters (John Prine)

Best Americana Album

By the Way, I Forgive You – Brandi Carlile

Things Have Changed – Bettye LaVette

The Tree of Forgiveness – John Prine

The Lonely, the Lonesome & the Gone – Lee Ann Womack

One Drop of Truth – The Wood Brothers

Best Bluegrass Album

The Travelin' McCourys – The Travelin' McCourys

Portraits in Fiddles – Mike Barnett

Sister Sadie II – Sister Sadie

Rivers and Roads – The Special Consensus

North of Despair – Wood & Wire

Best Traditional Blues Album

The Blues Is Alive and Well – Buddy Guy

Something Smells Funky 'Round Here – Elvis Bishop's Big Fun Trio

Benton County Relic – Cedric Burnside

No Mercy in This Land – Ben Harper and Charlie Musselwhite

Don't You Feel My Leg (The Naughty Bawdy Blues of Blue Lu Barker) – Maria Muldaur

Best Contemporary Blues Album

Please Don't Be Dead – Fantastic Negrito

Here in Babylon – Teresa James and the Rhythm Tramps

Cry No More – Danielle Nicole

Out of the Blues – Boz Scaggs

Victor Wainwright and the Train – Victor Wainwright and the Train

Best Folk Album

All Ashore – Punch Brothers

Whistle Down the Wind – Joan Baez

Black Cowboys – Dom Flemons

Rifles & Rosary Beads – Mary Gauthier

Weed Garden – Iron & Wine

Best Regional Roots Music Album

No 'Ane'i – Kalani Pe'a

Kreole Rock and Soul – Sean Ardoin

Spyboy – Cha Wa

Aloha from Na Hoa – Na Hoa

Mewasinsational: Cree Round Dance Songs – Young Spirit

Reggae

Best Reggae Album

44/876 – Sting & Shaggy

As the World Turns – Black Uhuru

Reggae Forever – Etana

Rebellion Rises – Ziggy Marley

A Matter of Time – Protoje

World Music

Best World Music Album

Freedom – Soweto Gospel Choir

Deran – Bombino

Fenfo – Fatoumata Diawara

Black Times – Seun Kuti & Egypt 80

Yiddish Glory: The Lost Songs of World War II, various artists

Children's

Best Children's Album

All the Sounds – Lucy Kalantari & The Jazz Cats

Building Blocks – Tim Kubart

Falu's Bazaar – Falu

Giants of Science – The Pop Ups

The Nation of Imagine – Frank & Deane

Spoken Word

Best Spoken Word Album (Includes Poetry, Audio Books & Storytelling)

Faith: A Journey for All – Jimmy Carter

Accessory to War – Courtney B. Vance

Calypso – David Sedaris

Creative Quest – Questlove

The Last Black Unicorn – Tiffany Haddish

Comedy

Best Comedy Album

Equanimity & The Bird Revelation – Dave Chappelle

Annihilation – Patton Oswalt

Noble Ape – Jim Gaffigan

Standup for Drummers – Fred Armisen

Tamborine – Chris Rock

Musical Theater

Best Musical Theater Album

The Band's Visit – Etai Benson, Adam Kantor, Katrina Lenk & Ari'el Stachel, principal soloists; Dean Sharenow & David Yazbek, producers; David Yazbek, composer & lyricist (Original Broadway Cast)

Carousel – Renée Fleming, Alexander Gemignani, Joshua Henry, Lindsay Mendez & Jessie Mueller, principal soloists; Steven Epstein, producer (Richard Rodgers, composer; Oscar Hammerstein II, lyricist) (2018 Broadway Cast)

Jesus Christ Superstar Live in Concert – Sara Bareilles, Alice Cooper, Ben Daniels, Brandon Victor Dixon, Erik Grönwall, Jin Ha, John Legend, Norm Lewis & Jason Tam, principal soloists; Harvey Mason Jr., producer (Andrew Lloyd Webber, composer; Tim Rice, lyricist) (Original Television Cast)

My Fair Lady – Lauren Ambrose, Norbert Leo Butz & Harry Hadden-Paton, principal soloists; Andre Bishop, Van Dean, Hattie K. Jutagir, David Lai, Adam Siegel & Ted Sperling, producers (Frederick Loewe, composer; Alan Jay Lerner, lyricist) (2018 Broadway Cast)

Once on This Island – Phillip Boykin, Merle Dandridge, Quentin Earl Darrington, Hailey Kilgore, Kenita R. Miller, Alex Newell, Isaac Powell & Lea Salonga, principal soloists; Lynn Ahrens, Hunter Arnold, Ken Davenport, Stephen Flaherty & Elliot Scheiner, producers (Stephen Flaherty, composer; Lynn Ahrens, lyricist) (New Broadway Cast)

Music for Visual Media

Best Compilation Soundtrack for Visual Media

The Greatest Showman – Hugh Jackman (& Various Artists)

Call Me by Your Name – (Various Artists)

Deadpool 2 – (Various Artists)

Lady Bird – (Various Artists)

Stranger Things – (Various Artists)

Alex Lacamoire, Benj Pasek, Justin Paul & Greg Wells, compilation producers

Luca Guadagnino, compilation producer; Robin Urdang, music supervisor

David Leitch & Ryan Reynolds, compilation producers; John Houlihan, music supervisor

Timothy J. Smith, compilation producer; Michael Hill & Brian Ross, music supervisors

Matt Duffer, Ross Duffer, Timothy J. Smith, compilation producer; Nora Felder, music supervisor

Best Score Soundtrack for Visual Media

Black Panther – Ludwig Göransson, composer

Blade Runner 2049 – Benjamin Wallfisch & Hans Zimmer, composers

Coco – Michael Giacchino, composer

The Shape of Water – Alexandre Desplat, composer

Star Wars: The Last Jedi – John Williams, composer

Best Song Written for Visual Media

"Shallow" (from A Star Is Born)

"All the Stars" (from Black Panther)

"Mystery of Love" (from Call Me by Your Name)

"Remember Me" (from Coco)

"This Is Me" (from The Greatest Showman)

Lady Gaga, Mark Ronson, Anthony Rossomando & Andrew Wyatt, songwriters (Lady Gaga & Bradley Cooper)

Kendrick Duckworth, Solána Rowe, Alexander William Shuckburgh, Mark Anthony Spears & Anthony Tiffith, songwriters (Kendrick Lamar & SZA)

Sufjan Stevens, songwriter (Sufjan Stevens)

Kristen Anderson-Lopez & Robert Lopez, songwriters (Miguel featuring Natalia Lafourcade)

Benj Pasek & Justin Paul, songwriters (Keala Settle & The Greatest Showman Ensemble)

Composing

Best Instrumental Composition

"Blut Und Boden (Blood and Soil)"

"Chrysalis"

"Infinity War"

"Mine Mission"

"The Shape of Water"

Terence Blanchard, composer (Terence Blanchard)

Jeremy Kittel, composer (Kittel & Co.)

Alan Silvestri, composer (Alan Silvestri)

John Powell & John Williams, composers (John Powell & John Williams)

Alexandre Desplat, composer (Alexandre Desplat)

Arranging

Best Arrangement, Instrumental or A Cappella

"Stars and Stripes Forever"

"Batman Theme (TV)"

"Change the World"

"Madrid Finale"

"The Shape of Water"

John Daversa, arranger (John Daversa Big Band featuring DACA Artists)

Randy Waldman & Justin Wilson, arrangers (Randy Waldman featuring Wynton Marsalis)

Mark Kibble, arranger (Take 6)

John Powell, arranger (John Powell)

Alexandre Desplat, arranger (Alexandre Desplat)

Best Arrangement, Instruments and Vocals

"Spiderman Theme"

"It Was a Very Good Year"

"Jolene"

"Mona Lisa"

"Niña"

Mark Kibble, Randy Waldman & Justin Wilson, arrangers (Randy Waldman featuring Take 6 & Chris Potter)

Matt Rollings & Kristin Wilkinson, arrangers (Willie Nelson)

Dan Pugach & Nicole Zuraitis, arrangers (Dan Pugach)

Vince Mendoza, arranger (Gregory Porter)

Gonzalo Grau, arranger (Magos Herrera & Brooklyn Rider)

Packaging

Best Recording Package

Masseduction

Be the Cowboy

Love Yourself: Tear

The Offering

Well Kept Thing

Willo Perron, art director (St. Vincent)

Mary Banas, art director (Mitski)

HuskyFox, art director (BTS)

Qing-Yang Xiao, art director (The Chairman)

Adam Moore, art director (Foxhole)

Best Boxed or Special Limited Edition Package

Squeeze Box: The Complete Works of "Weird Al" Yankovic

Appetite For Destruction (Locked N' Loaded Box)

I'll Be Your Girl

Pacific Northwest '73–'74: The Complete Recordings

Too Many Bad Habits

Meghan Foley, Annie Stoll & Al Yankovic, art directors ("Weird Al" Yankovic)

Arian Buhler, Charles Dooher, Jeff Fura, Scott Sandler & Matt Taylor, art directors (Guns N' Roses)

Carson Ellis, Jeri Heiden & Glen Nakasako, art directors (The Decemberists)

Lisa Glines, Doran Tyson & Roy Henry Vickers, art directors (Grateful Dead)

Sarah Dodds & Shauna Dodds, art directors (Johnny Nicholas)

Notes

Best Album Notes

Voices of Mississippi: Artists and Musicians Documented by William Ferris

Alpine Dreaming: The Helvetia Records Story, 1920-1924

4 Banjo Songs, 1891-1897: Foundational Recordings of America's Iconic Instrument

The 1960 Time Sessions

The Product of Our Souls: The Sound and Sway of James Reese Europe's Society Orchestra

Trouble No More: The Bootleg Series Vol. 13/1979-1981 (Deluxe Edition)

David Evans, album notes writer (Various artists)

James P. Leary, album notes writer (Various artists)

Richard Martin & Ted Olson, album notes writer (Charles A. Asbury)

Ben Ratliff, album notes writer (Sonny Clark Trio)

David Gilbert, album notes writer (Various artists)

Amanda Petrusich, album notes writer (Bob Dylan)

Historical

Best Historical Album

Voices of Mississippi: Artists and Musicians Documented by William Ferris

Any Other Way

At the Louisiana Hayride Tonight...

Battleground Korea: Songs and Sounds of America's Forgotten War

A Rhapsody in Blue: The Extraordinary Life of Oscar Levant

William Ferris, April Ledbetter & Steven Lance Ledbetter, compilation producers; Michael Graves, mastering engineer (Various artists)

Rob Bowman, Douglas McGowan, Rob Sevier & Ken Shipley, compilation producers; Jeff Lipton, mastering engineer (Jackie Shane)

Martin Hawkins, compilation producer; Christian Zwarg, mastering engineer (Various artists)

Hugo Keesing, compilation producer; Christian Zwarg, mastering engineer (Various artists)

Robert Russ, compilation producer; Andreas K. Meyer & Rebekah Wineman, mastering engineers (Oscar Levant)

Production, Non-Classical

Best Engineered Album, Non-Classical

Colors

All the Things That I Did and All the Things That I Didn't Do

Earthtones

Head Over Heels

Voicenotes

Julian Burg, Serban Ghenea, David "Elevator" Greenbaum, John Hanes, Beck Hansen, Greg Kurstin, Florian Lagatta, Cole M.G.N., Alex Pasco, Jesse Shatkin, Darrell Thorp & Cassidy Turbin, engineers; Chris Bellman, Tom Coyne, Emily Lazar & Randy Merrill, mastering engineers (Beck)

Ryan Freeland & Kenneth Pattengale, engineers; Kim Rosen, mastering engineer (The Milk Carton Kids)

Robbie Lackritz, engineer; Philip Shaw Bova, mastering engineer (Bahamas)

Nathaniel Alford, Jason Evigan, Chris Galland, Tom Gardner, Patrick "P-Thugg" Gemayel, Serban Ghenea, John Hanes, Tony Hoffer, Derek Keota, Ian Kirkpatrick, David Macklovitch, Amber Mark, Manny Marroquin, Vaughn Oliver, Chris "TEK" O'Ryan, Morgan Taylor Reid & Gian Stone, engineers; Chris Gehringer & Michelle Mancini, mastering engineers (Chromeo)

Manny Marroquin & Charlie Puth, engineers; Dave Kutch, mastering engineer (Charlie Puth)

Producer of the Year, Non-Classical

Pharrell Williams

Boi-1da

Larry Klein

Linda Perry

Kanye West

"Apeshit" (The Carters)

Man of the Woods (Justin Timberlake)

No One Ever Really Dies (N.E.R.D)

"Stir Fry" (Migos)

Sweetener (Ariana Grande)

"Be Careful" (Cardi B)

"Diplomatic Immunity" (Drake)

"Friends" (The Carters)

"God's Plan" (Drake)

"Heard About Us" (The Carters)

"Lucky You" (Eminem featuring Joyner Lucas)

"Mob Ties" (Drake)

"No Limit" (G-Eazy featuring ASAP Rocky & Cardi B)

"All These Things" (Thomas Dybdahl)

Anthem (Madeleine Peyroux)

The Book of Longing (Luciana Souza)

"Can I Have It All" (Thomas Dybdahl)

Junk (Hailey Tuck)

"Look At What We've Done" (Thomas Dybdahl)

Meaning to Tell Ya (Molly Johnson)

"Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger" (Willa Amai)

Served Like a Girl (Various artists)

28 Days in the Valley (Dorothy)

Daytona (Pusha T)

Kids See Ghosts (Kids See Ghosts)

K.T.S.E. (Teyana Taylor)

Nasir (Nas)

Ye (Kanye West)

Best Remixed Recording

"Walking Away" (Mura Masa Remix)

"Audio" (CID Remix)

"How Long" (EDX's Dubai Skyline Remix)

"Only Road" (Cosmic Gate Remix)

"Stargazing" (Kaskade Remix)

Alex Crossan, remixer (Haim)

CID, remixer (LSD)

Maurizio Colella, remixer (Charlie Puth)

Stefan Bossems & Claus Terhoeven, remixers (Gabriel & Dresden featuring Sub Teal)

Kaskade, remixer (Kygo featuring Justin Jesso)

Production, Immersive Audio

Best Immersive Audio Album

Eye in the Sky: 35th Anniversary Edition

Folketoner

Seven Words from the Cross

Sommerro: Ujamaa & The Iceberg

Symbol

Alan Parsons, surround mix engineer; Dave Donnelly, PJ Olsson & Alan Parsons, surround mastering engineers; Alan Parsons, surround producer (The Alan Parsons Project)

Morten Lindberg, surround mix engineer; Morten Lindberg, surround mastering engineer; Morten Lindberg, surround producer (Anne Karin Sundal-Ask & Det Norske Jentekor)

Daniel Shores, surround mix engineer; Daniel Shores, surround mastering engineer; Dan Merceruio, surround producer (Matthew Guard & Skylark)

Morten Lindberg, surround mix engineer; Morten Lindberg, surround mastering engineer; Morten Lindberg, surround producer (Ingar Heine Bergby, Trondheim Symphony Orchestra & Choir)

Prashant Mistry & Ronald Prent, surround mix engineers; Darcy Proper, surround mastering engineer; Prashant Mistry & Ronald Prent, surround producers (Engine-Earz Experiment)

Production, Classical

Best Engineered Album, Classical

Shostakovich: Symphonies Nos. 4 & 11

Bates: The (R)evolution of Steve Jobs

Beethoven: Symphony No. 3; Strauss: Horn Concerto No. 1

John Williams at the Movies

Liquid Melancholy: Clarinet Music of James M. Stephenson

Visions and Variations

Shawn Murphy & Nick Squire, engineers; Tim Martyn, mastering engineer (Andris Nelsons & Boston Symphony Orchestra)

Mark Donahue & Dirk Sobotka, engineers; Mark Donahue, mastering engineer (Michael Christie, Garrett Sorenson, Wei Wu, Sasha Cooke, Edwards Parks, Jessica E. Jones & Santa Fe Opera Orchestra)

Mark Donahue, engineer; Mark Donahue, mastering engineer (Manfred Honeck & Pittsburgh Symphony Orchestra)

Keith O. Johnson & Sean Royce Martin, engineers; Keith O. Johnson, mastering engineer (Jerry Junkin & Dallas Winds)

Bill Maylone & Mary Mazurek, engineers; Bill Maylone, mastering engineer (John Bruce Yeh)

Tom Caulfield, engineer; Jesse Lewis, mastering engineer (A Far Cry)

Producer of the Year, Classical

Blanton Alspaugh

David Frost

Elizabeth Ostrow

Judith Sherman

Dirk Sobotka

Arnesen: Infinity - Choral Works (Joel Rinsema & Kantorei)

Aspects of America (Carlos Kalmar & Oregon Symphony)

Chesnokov: Teach Me Thy Statutes (Vladimir Gorbik & PaTRAM Institute Male Choir)

Gordon, R.: The House Without a Christmas Tree (Bradley Moore, Elisabeth Leone, Maximillian Macias, Megan Mikailovna Samarin, Patricia Schuman, Lauren Snouffer, Heidi Stober, Daniel Belcher, Houston Gran Opera Juvenile Chorus & Houston Grand OperaOrchestra)

Haydn: The Creation (Andrés Orozco-Estrada, Betsy Cook Weber, Houston Symphony & Houston Symphony Chorus)

Heggie: Great Scott (Patrick Summers, Manuel Palazzo, Mark Hancock, Michael Mayes, Rodell Rosel, Kevin Burdette, Anthony Roth Costanzo, Nathan Gunn, Frederica von Stade, Ailyn Pérez, Joyce DiDonato, Dallas Opera Chorus & Orchestra)

Music of Fauré, Buide & Zemlinsky (Trio Séléné)

Paterson: Three Way - A Trio of One-Act Operas (Dean Williamson, Daniele Pastin, Courtney Ruckman, Eliza Bonet, Melisa Bonetti, Jordan Rutter, Samuel Levine, Wes Mason, Matthew Treviño & Nashville Opera Orchestra)

Vaughan Williams: Piano Concerto; Oboe Concerto; Serenade to Music; Flos Campi (Peter Oundjian & Toronto Symphony Orchestra)

Beethoven: Piano Sonatas, Volume 7 (Jonathan Biss)

Mirror in Mirror (Anne Akiko Meyers, Kristjan Järvi & Philharmonia Orchestra)

Mozart: Idomeneo (James Levine, Alan Opie, Matthew Polenzani, Alice Coote, Nadine Sierra, Elza van den Heever, The Metropolitan Opera Orchestra & Chorus)

Presentiment (Orion Weiss)

Strauss, R.: Der Rosenkavalier (Sebastian Weigle, Renée Fleming, Elīna Garanča, Erin Morley, Günther Groissböck, Metropolitan Opera Orchestra & Chorus)

Bates: The (R)evolution of Steve Jobs (Michael Christie, Garrett Sorenson, Wei Wu, Sasha Cooke, Edwards Parks, Jessica E. Jones & Santa Fe Opera Orchestra)

The Road Home (Joshua Habermann & Santa Fe Desert Chorale)

Beethoven Unbound (Llŷr Williams)

Black Manhattan Volume 3 (Rick Benjamin & Paragon Ragtime Orchestra)

Bolcom: Piano Music (Various Artists)

Del Tredici: March to Tonality (Mark Peskanov & Various Artists)

Love Comes in at the Eye (Timothy Jones, Stephanie Sant'Ambrogio, Jeffrey Sykes, Anthony Ross, Carol Cook, Beth Rapier & Stephanie Jutt)

Meltzer: Variations on a Summer Day & Piano Quartet (Abigail Fischer, Jayce Ogren & Sequitur)

Mendelssohn: Complete Works for Cello and Piano (Marcy Rosen & Lydia Artymiw)

New Music for Violin and Piano (Julie Rosenfeld & Peter Miyamoto)

Reich: Pulse/Quartet (Colin Currie Group & International Contemporary Ensemble)

Beethoven: Symphony No. 3; Strauss: Horn Concerto No. 1 (Manfred Honeck & Pittsburgh Symphony Orchestra)

Lippencott: Frontier Symphony (Jeff Lippencott & Ligonier Festival Orchestra)

Mahler: Symphony No. 8 (Thierry Fischer, Mormon Tabernacle Choir & Utah Symphony)

Music of the Americas (Andrés Orozco-Estrada & Houston Symphony)

Classical

Best Orchestral Performance

Shostakovich: Symphonies Nos. 4 & 11

Beethoven: Symphony No. 3; Strauss: Horn Concerto No. 1

Nielsen: Symphony No. 3 & Symphony No. 4

Ruggles, Stucky & Harbison: Orchestral Works

Schumann: Symphonies Nos. 1-4

Andris Nelsons, conductor (Boston Symphony Orchestra)

Manfred Honeck, conductor (Pittsburgh Symphony Orchestra)

Thomas Dausgaard, conductor (Seattle Symphony)

David Alan Miller, conductor (National Orchestral Institute Philharmonic)

Michael Tilson Thomas, conductor (San Francisco Symphony)

Best Opera Recording

Bates: The (R)evolution Of Steve Jobs

Adams: Doctor Atomic

Lully: Alceste

Strauss, R.: Der Rosenkavalier

Verdi: Rigoletto

Michael Christie, conductor; Sasha Cooke, Jessica E. Jones, Edward Parks, Garrett Sorenson & Wei Wu; Elizabeth Ostrow, producer (The Santa Fe Opera Orchestra)

John Adams, conductor; Aubrey Allicock, Julia Bullock, Gerald Finley & Brindley Sherratt; Friedemann Engelbrecht, producer (The BBC Symphony Orchestra; BBC Singers)

Christophe Rousset, conductor; Edwin Crossley-Mercer, Emiliano Gonzalez Toro & Judith Van Wanroij; Maximilien Ciup, producer (Les Talens Lyriques; Choeur De Chambre De Namur)

Sebastian Weigle, conductor; Renée Fleming, Elīna Garanča, Günther Groissböck & Erin Morley; David Frost, producer (Metropolitan Opera Orchestra; The Metropolitan Opera Chorus)

Constantine Orbelian, conductor; Francesco Demuro, Dmitri Hvorostovsky & Nadine Sierra; Vilius Keras & Aleksandra Keriene, producers (Kaunas City Symphony Orchestra; Men Of The Kaunas State Choir)

Best Choral Performance

McLoskey: Zealot Canticles

Chesnokov: Teach Me Thy Statutes

Kastalsky: Memory Eternal

Rachmaninov: The Bells

Seven Words From The Cross

Donald Nally, conductor (Doris Hall-Gulati, Rebecca Harris, Arlen Hlusko, Lorenzo Raval & Mandy Wolman; The Crossing)

Vladimir Gorbik, conductor (Mikhail Davydov & Vladimir Krasov; PaTRAM Institute Male Choir)

Steven Fox, conductor (The Clarion Choir)

Mariss Jansons, conductor; Peter Dijkstra, chorus master (Oleg Dolgov, Alexey Markov & Tatiana Pavlovskaya; Symphonieorchester Des Bayerischen Rundfunks; Chor Des Bayerischen Rundfunks)

Matthew Guard, conductor (Skylark)

Best Chamber Music/Small Ensemble Performance

Anderson, Laurie: Landfall – Laurie Anderson & Kronos Quartet

Beethoven, Shostakovich & Bach – The Danish String Quartet

Blueprinting – Aizuri Quartet

Stravinsky: The Rite of Spring Concerto for Two Pianos – Leif Ove Andsnes & Marc-André Hamelin

Visions And Variations – A Far Cry

Best Classical Instrumental Solo

Kernis: Violin Concerto – James Ehnes

Bartók: Piano Concerto No. 2 – Yuja Wang

Biber: The Mystery Sonatas – Christina Day Martinson

Bruch: Scottish Fantasy, Op. 46; Violin Concerto No. 1 In G Minor, Op. 26

Glass: Three Pieces In The Shape of A Square

Ludovic Morlot, conductor (Seattle Symphony)

Simon Rattle, conductor (Berliner Philharmoniker)

Martin Pearlman, conductor (Boston Baroque)

Joshua Bell (The Academy Of St. Martin In The Fields)

Craig Morris

Best Classical Solo Vocal Album

Songs of Orpheus: Monteverdi, Caccini, d'India & Landi – Karim Sulayman

ARC – Anthony Roth Costanzo

The Handel Album – Philippe Jaroussky

Mirages – Sabine Devieilhe

Schubert: Winterreise – Randall Scarlata

Jeannette Sorrell, conductor; Apollo's Fire, ensembles

Jonathan Cohen, conductor (Les Violons Du Roy)

Artaserse, ensemble

François-Xavier Roth, conductor (Alexandre Tharaud; Marianne Crebassa & Jodie Devos; Les Siècles)

Gilbert Kalish, accompanist

Best Classical Compendium

Fuchs: Piano Concerto 'Spiritualist'; Poems Of Life; Glacier; Rush

Gold

The John Adams Edition

John Williams at the Movies

Vaughan Williams: Piano Concerto; Oboe Concerto; Serenade To Music; Flos Campi

JoAnn Falletta, conductor; Tim Handley, producer

The King's Singers; Nigel Short, producer

Simon Rattle, conductor; Christoph Franke, producer

Jerry Junkin, conductor; Donald J. McKinney, producer

Peter Oundjian, conductor; Blanton Alspaugh, producer

Best Contemporary Classical Composition

Kernis: Violin Concerto

Bates: The (R)evolution of Steve Jobs

Du Yun: Air Glow

Heggie: Great Scott

Mazzoli: Vespers for Violin

Aaron Jay Kernis, composer (James Ehnes, Ludovic Morlot & Seattle Symphony)

Mason Bates, composer; Mark Campbell, librettist (Michael Christie, Garrett Sorenson, Wei Wu, Sasha Cooke, Edward Parks, Jessica E. Jones & Santa Fe Opera Orchestra)

Du Yun, composer (International Contemporary Ensemble)

Jake Heggie, composer; Terrence McNally, librettist (Patrick Summers, Manuel Palazzo, Mark Hancock, Michael Mayes, Rodell Rosel, Kevin Burdette, Anthony Roth Costanzo, Nathan Gunn, Frederica von Stade, Ailyn Pérez, Joyce DiDonato, Dallas Opera Chorus & Orchestra)

Missy Mazzoli, composer (Olivia De Prato)

Music Video/Film

Best Music Video

"This Is America" – Childish Gambino

"Apeshit" – The Carters

"I'm Not Racist" – Joyner Lucas

"Pynk" – Janelle Monáe

"Mumbo Jumbo" – Tierra Whack

Hiro Murai, video directors; Ibra Ake, Jason Cole & Fam Rothstein, video producers

Ricky Saiz, video director; Mélodie Buchris, Natan Schottenfels & Erinn Williams, video producers

Joyner Lucas & Ben Proulx, video directors; Joyner Lucas, video producer

Emma Westenburg, video director; Justin Benoliel & Whitney Jackson, video producers

Marco Prestini, video director; Sara Nassim, video producer

Best Music Film

Quincy – Quincy Jones

Life in 12 Bars – Eric Clapton

Whitney – (Whitney Houston)

Itzhak – Itzhak Perlman

The King – (Elvis Presley)

Alan Hicks & Rashida Jones, video directors; Paula DuPré Pesmen, video producer

Lili Fini Zanuck, video director; John Battsek, Scooter Weintraub, Larry Yelen & Lili Fini Zanuck, video producers

Kevin Macdonald, video director; Jonathan Chinn, Simon Chinn & Lisa Erspamer, video producers

Alison Chernick, video director; Alison Chernick, video producer

Eugene Jarecki, video director; Christopher Frierson, Georgina Hill, David Kuhn & Christopher St. John, video producers

[newhope8]

Hello everyone. 🥰💕 I hope this finds you doing well. 🦋🙏🏻

I was recently inspired by @its-hannjisung’s New Years Eve 2024 post to tell my journey into the land of K-pop thus far. (Incidentally, do you write K-pop with or without a hyphen? I personally alternate between with & without, lol. 😄🙌🏻) I happily re-blogged her original post (my only item on my page thus far); it’s the one with the animated gif photo of Jisungie waving happily at the camera - & he’s got a light pink-colored scarf draped loosely around his neck. Perfect choice for a photo banner, btw. ☺️ I love it so much. 💗

Briefly about myself … I am Jordan2delta, 33 years old, born a female 🚺, identifying with she/her/hers, M/F with relationships irl (tho Minsung has a soft spot in my heart for some reason). 💃🏻👩🏻🙋🏼‍♀️ You can call me Jordan for short; not my real name irl, yet it’s one I like to use on social media. I just like the sound of it. 🙂

A year & ½ ago is when K-pop first found me … mid-June, beginning of July 2022 to be precise. I should say a year & ¾ ago now, lol … since it is now 2024. Where does time go?

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The first group I found was Stray Kids & it was with one music video of theirs in particular that I felt a new spark of hope flicker alive in my heart. (The MV was God’s Menu.) I was randomly scrolling around on YouTube late one night, watching another channel and trying to get my brain to go into numb survival mode in order to cope.

A few months prior, my parents and I relocated from our hometown to a different city in another state due to my dad’s work changing (he is the primary income provider/ “breadwinner” for our family at present). I had a full-time job of my own, with a good salary and excellent company benefits … yet sadly, I did not earn enough to stay behind on my own so I had to move with my folks. I was heartbroken, for I had lost my friends/ co-workers, my source of income (some of the best I’ve ever earned), & the remaining ½ a semblance of a normal life. Natural joy started to flicker and stutter out in the deepest part of myself and some days, I felt so desolate that it was as if my heart was being squeezed internally by an invisible, evil hand … and the liquid weeping from my soul was a thick, black & foul-smelling poison - grief. No one in my family nor other loved ones had passed away, yet I think you can see where I’m coming from. I recall going to bed one night in our new apartment in this new city and feeling my chest being tight … yet it wasn’t actual chest pains. It was hopelessness at our current family situation (which is still continuing to this day). 💔

So, it’s the middle of June 2022 & I’m watching a few videos on a channel I’d recently found. That channel was called Jin & Hattie. Go check them out, btw. They’re adorable. He’s Korean 🇰🇷 she’s British 🇬🇧. They’re also recently married (sometime in 2022 or early 2023, I don’t recall which). No, not the Jin from BTS, haha. 🤪😄💜 I glanced at the sidebar of video recommendations and my eyes strayed to one of SKZ’ videos that randomly appeared there. I may have even clicked on Maniac first, I don’t remember. The point is, God’s Menu caught my eye. I was captivated by the sound and beat of Changbin’s opening rapid-fire rap lines. The next thing that caused my heart to wake up was Felix’s deep baritone, of course. Everyone (& I mean anyone who’s even remotely heard of Stray Kids) knows what part of the MV I am talking about. Does Michelin 5 star ring any bells? 😏🔥 I don’t know what came after God’s Menu to be honest with you & the rest as they say “is history”. I recall reaching for my phone, which was resting on my bedside table next to my bed. I tapped into Apple Music as fast as I could and IMMEDIATELY began building a Kpop playlist. As I bunny-hopped from song to song of theirs, I would add it to my music playlist. Before the night was over, I’m fairly certain I had 20+ songs on that list. And oh, what a glorious list it is. (Flash-forward ⏭️ to the present day {January 2024, as I’m drafting this post in a Google Doc on my tablet} & there are now 141 songs on this playlist, totaling one minute shy under 8 hours … 7 hrs & 59 minutes, according to Apple Music, haha. The last 30-odd songs or so are ones I’ve heard on TikTok on various fan-made edits, so those naturally {to me…} MUST go at the bottom of my main Kpop list. Does that make sense?)

Here’s a brief look at my playlist (& yes, this is what the Apple Music playlist interface can look like). Obviously, this isn’t all of it … just a mere sample. ⬇️ (I need to update this photo of Jisungie as my playlist thumbnail. He’s my ult chief bias OF ALL TIME, btw. Any recommendations for a good photo of Quokka I could use? 🥰🐿️) Yes, I am a proud multistan. 🙌🏻 My irl name I have blurred out with purple-pink. ⬇️ In case you’re curious, yes … you can add whatever photo you want as your playlist’s thumbnail & create a custom catchphrase, just below the Play & Shuffle options. ☺️

After I gave new life to this list of joy ⬆️🇰🇷, I was again randomly scrolling around on social media one day. This next step in my journey was on Facebook, a platform I’ve been on for the past 13 years. I’d clicked around and began “follow/ liking👍🏻” any Stray Kids-themed page I could find, both official & unofficial accounts. A post caught my eye & I stopped long enough to read it. It was talking about how the members enjoyed communicating with STAY on the bubble 🫧 app, both reading messages of support and sending out notes of their own. I remember thinking, what in the world is BUBBLE, so I went over to the App Store and downloaded it to my phone. 2 seconds later, I had an account created and soon discovered the public chat room feature. (This has been discontinued for some time now, unfortunately, due to harassment & bullying allegations between toxic fans and non-toxic individuals.) Had I not randomly [again with RANDOM, I know, haha…] got on bubble when I did and entered the first chat room, I would not have begun my online friendship journey with several different Stays.

I remember feeling a sense of connection to 3 people in particular at first, among the many I was talking with at the time on 🫧. One was a school girl, in her early teens; another was a young single mother in her early 20s; the third person was another young lady in her late teens, about to graduate from high school. The school girl was from the United States. The single mom was from a country in South America; (I am not going to say which country she lives in, to protect her privacy). The late teen was from a European country. It was not long before my new friends and I moved our conversations over to other social media platforms, where we could talk more easily. The girl, single mom and I began talking on WhatsApp. The late teen & I began chatting via private messaging on Instagram. It was only several weeks after the “conversation migration” between me and these people took place that JYP disabled the public chat room feature entirely. I distinctly recall saying to the school-girl friend that I’m glad I found the app when I did; otherwise, I would not have “met” them at all, nor had the blessing of their friendship in my life.

It was when I began texting back & forth with the single mom ⬆️ that I was first introduced to the lovely world of fan fiction (“fanfic” for short). She was writing a multi-chapter story that she was releasing to her Wattpad account, a few chapters at a time. Her native language was not English, so every 2-3 weeks or so, she would text me and the school girl 2 chapters to read and get feedback on, in English using Google Translate. (Single Mom did speak some English, to clarify.) Yes, her fanfic was Stray Kids-themed and it was beautiful. 🥰 I would read her chapter installments and write back what I thought was happening in each one; in essence I was loosely paraphrasing, NOT NOT plagiarizing her work, I hasten to add. ☝🏻 She was thrilled at these summaries, as I came to call them. She told me many times in our conversations that it was a joy to read her own story from another’s point of view. I assured her I was not re-writing or copying her ideas, merely paraphrasing and putting into English grammar/ punctuation what she’d already written … i.e. using her original “manuscripts” as a guide. This went on for the rest of 2022 & part-way into 2023. The school girl would text back when she could, having begun her freshman year of high school (or secondary school if you live OCONUS {outside the continental United States}/ means overseas).

The Late Teen was close to finishing her high school years, not beginning them. My interactions with her lasted only a few more months. I remember she was saving up for a new laptop computer & did indeed buy one. I know this because she proudly sent me photos of her new computer. 📸💻 I began interacting with her only several weeks before School Girl & Single Mom. It was around the time of the Maxident comeback (October 2022) that my conversations with Late Teen began to slowly trickle to a stop. This was a natural progression, neither of us ended communication, it just simply stopped on its own. And that’s the way life is - some people are in your life for only a short time & then they go away for whatever reason. I wished her well in one of my last messages to her & haven’t had contact with her since. We’re still “friends” on Instagram, but we do not talk anymore. And I am ok with that. 🙂 I hope she’s doing well and has enjoyed all the comeback albums since then.

My conversations with School Girl and Single Mom lasted longer than that & were frequent in nature. I still have individual chats with each of these young ladies on WhatsApp, plus the group chat I created on there between the 3 of us 🍜🍜🍜… yet it has been 3-4 months at least, if not longer, since I’ve had more than a few words in reply from either of them. That is totally ok with me too: the girl is now in her second ½ of 10th grade in high school & the single mom’s young toddler has begun a Kindergarten daycare class. I will always be there for them, any time, should they still wish to communicate with me.

As you may have noticed, there is a definite theme of randomness to all of my Kpop experiences thus far. This continues, as you will see. 😄

My next “online Kpop friend” I recall making on a Stray Kids STAY fandom chat room on the Discord app. And again, if it wasn’t for some more random scrolling around on Facebook & commenting on 1 post, the admin of that SKZ fan Facebook page would never have known to add me to her Discord chat room. This next friend I will name Flight Attendant, for that was her job. And again, to protect a friend’s privacy, I will not say what airline company she works for. We began talking just over a year ago, in mid-December 2022. After texting back & forth on Discord for a short while, I again found myself moving a conversation over to dm (direct message) on Instagram. It was a particular joy for me in chatting with this individual, as we were the same age (she’d come to tell me later on when her birthday was; she was only a few months older than me). Do not misunderstand that the previous 3 individuals (School Girl, Single Mom & Late Teen) meant any less to me, they did not. Everyone knows how fun it is to interact with someone your own age (or in your own age group), is all I am saying here.

I do not know if Flight Attendant still works for the same airline, has switched companies entirely or is even in the aviation industry at all anymore. The last we talked was around mid-August 2023, as she was planning to attend KCON 2023 in L.A. with her 2 sisters. ATEEZ and Stray Kids were both slated to appear in concert shows there, plus give fan-meet events as well. For the ½ a year (give/ take a few months in between) she kept in touch, she confided some very personal things to me … of which I always kept her confidence. I was honored & very humbled that she felt safe enough talking to me through our chat to share what she did. She had some very hard ongoing family dynamics she was trying to navigate, on top of maintaining a semblance of a normal life for herself in between working back-to-back 16+ hour shifts with little to no sleep, depending on her flight schedules. Everyone, the next time you take a flight somewhere, anywhere … please PLEASE PLEASE be kind & courteous to the cabin crew, particularly the flight attendants {both male & female}. They work very hard to make your travel as easy as they can. Some aren’t as nice as others, of course, yet I’d like to think the majority of them are decent enough folk. I think you get what I’m trying to say here. They deal with some very nasty passengers (“pax” for short) & giving your hard-working and under-appreciated flight crew even a little amount of kindness in return goes a very long way. They may not ever remember your name or your face after you leave their aircraft & the current flight trip, yet they will always recall the kindness of your soul in reaching out to them with a smile.

I messaged Flight Attendant back a few times more on Instagram over the following months (fall/ winter 2023), yet never received a response. After deliberating for some weeks, I deleted our private chat thread entirely (from my end) on Instagram Messenger. Flight Attendant, if you ever read this (this individual knows who she is), it was not intentional. I never heard back from you & only wished to say hello one last time. I hope you’re doing well & a new semblance of peace has re-entered your life after all the hard things you went through. Please reach out to me any time, I am still here. You know where to find me on Instagram, you know my TikTok & you have my personal cell phone number. If you send a regular text though, please identify yourself to me, just in case (I don’t wish to text a weird person or a scammer back…); my phone number has not changed. God bless you & from the bottom of my heart, thank you for being my friend and for the gift of your friendship and all it gave me. 💕🙏🏻

I will forever be grateful to Flight Attendant for the following reasons. ⬇️ If I’d never become friends with this person, I’d have never had these joys otherwise. So, because of her, I …

Discovered the world of spicy, adult only, Kpop-themed fanfic for the very first time … yeah, as in the MDNI (minors, do not interact) variety. 🔞❌‼️⚠️😏🔥 Look up the author “J.S. Lee” & her H3RO and Onyx series. Holy fuck. H3RO has 6 books, Onyx has 5. They can be bought on Amazon Kindle, read for free on Amazon Kindle Unlimited or purchased in regular paperback form (also on Amazon).

Discovered the even more lovely world of 🔞+ Kpop fanfic on the Archive of Our Own (AO3) website - OMG … I will get to more on AO3 shortly.

Found new skincare products & cosmetics… Crème Shop-brand, specifically the BT21 line of products … their face wipes I love, there’s a different scented one featuring each of the 7 characters. I have tried all 7 of them - my personal favs are RJ, Cooky & Chimmy. And they’re SO CHEAP!!!!! Only $5.99/ per package. YES!!!!!!!!!

The next step in my 🇰🇷💜🫰🏻 journey would have to be when I signed up for Felix’s chat ticket on 🫧. As of today (Thursday January 4, 2024), I’ve had his ticket for 352 days. I cannot believe it’s almost been a year already! Again, where does the time go? I couldn’t do all 8’s tickets each month (that’s $30-odd dollars), yet $3.99 for one ticket … more than doable. ☺️ I’d only been chatting with Flight Attendant for about a month when I got Sunshine’s ticket. ☀️🐥 For anyone else who has his ticket (& even if you don’t), you will know that he sometimes sends photos in large batches, often “spamming” STAY with several hundred messages at a time. Most of the texts are 1-2 word notes, while other times he sends several short sentences in one text. It varies. 59 second or shorter audio messages from him also are shared; if he sends one in Korean he’ll usually send 2-3 more in English (or vice versa). I will say that the more days you have a ticket, the longer a reply you can send back to the group member. At first, you will be limited to typing only 2-3 words back. If you’re patient, you’ll be able to type more the longer you have a ticket. 💕🔖

Shortly after this, I began reading some of my first fanfic stories on AO3. You don’t have to have an account to read anything in a web browser; yet if you want to comment, leave kudos for an author or post a work of your own, yes you do have to request to join the waitlist for an account. I only had to wait about a week or so before the website sent me the official “account creation invite” link.

I will say this about fanfic stories on AO3 … no matter the level of spice, fluff, angst & smut (from G-rated to R & beyond), they made me feel less lonely. It was liberating for me to put myself in the Y/N (Your Name) character’s position and transport myself into another world, albeit temporarily. Even if it is a quick re-read of a favorite one-shot story, it’s always a happy journey into Delulu Land I’m pleased to undertake. I still feel this way about the stories at the present time. Don’t misunderstand, I’m not 100% bereft of friendships and human connection irl to survive solely on fanfic smut. I have 2 other newer Kpop friends I have regular conversations with, plus I have my family about me in my home life as well.

This thought brings me to the next individual whose acquaintance I made. She is a very successful fanfic author on AO3, quite steamy 🔞+ stories mainly. Flight Attendant sent me a link to a story called Tangled; it’s written by ThisPeachIsDirty. Yes, the author’s name is all one word together, each word is capitalized. This story of hers is 60 chapters long & part 1 is complete. Part 2 has two chapters thus far, with who knows how many more to come. Peach🍑, as I’ll refer to her, is a very kind & caring individual & after reading my way through 60 chapters of pure bliss, I began chatting with her on Instagram Messenger. After a few messages were exchanged between us, she encouraged me to begin writing a fanfic of my own (therein being my first ever written sex smut scene). I vividly recall writing for a span of 5-6 hours straight one afternoon & happily sending Peach🍑 screenshots of my first feeble attempt at fanfic smut. I recall her complimenting my unique style, which she told me was unlike most of what she’s read & that I had a natural gift for writing. I don’t know about that per say, I’ve only posted a small handful of chapters (& that was back in August of last year, 2023). I’ve not abandoned my stories; I do have plans to continue with them, plus ideas on a spicy one-shot 3some between a made-up female Y/N & 2 male characters. Oh yes. 🔞🔥😈 Anyway, I digress. Please look up ThisPeachIsDirty on AO3 if you haven’t already. Subscribe to/ follow her content on there and leave a comment for her. You will not be disappointed, I can assure you of that.

One month prior to August 2023 (mid-July), I took the plunge and joined the TikTok community. I’d been collecting albums & other Kpop merch for the past year and slowly began making show & tell videos of items in my collection. I’m not after huge numbers, yet I’ve currently amassed 4,517 likes with 143 followers in the span of 5 ½ months. I think that’s a good accomplishment for 100% homemade, beginner-level content. What do you think? 🙂

I would mention my TikTok @ name, yet I wish to keep the more adult side of fanfic (that I’ve seen on Tumbler & AO3) separate from my merch show & tell videos. I do know for a fact that a few of my TikTok followers are minors … one told me in a direct message that she is 14; while another began her 6th grade year last fall/ is a few years younger. So yeah, I don’t want to have to worry about any “oopsey’s” crossover 🫣🫢😬 and a youngster reading something they perhaps shouldn’t … at least until after they’ve turned 18. As I noted in my short bio at the start of this post, I am 33 years old irl.

If you’re interested, my AO3 name's the same as on here - Jordan2delta. I only have 3 posts/ “works”, which are not complete. The longest story I have on there I’ve named Reclaiming a Spark. It’s Stray Kids-themed, yet I do not use the members’ irl names. You’ll see … I wrote detailed character notes at the end of the first chapter. Pay attention to the animal emojis and you’ll be able to figure out who’s who.

I was …maybe… 4 chapters in on my Spark story, as I’ll call it, when I began receiving a few kudos & comments from other fanfic users on the site. One was Peach🍑, from before. Another individual who left me a kind note is a VERY talented AO3 author too; her name is Minnieprincess. Go check out her one-shot stories on the site, if you haven’t already. Like with Peach’s🍑 stories, you will NOT be disappointed. 😏🙏🏻🔥😈🔞 Oh yes. Yes, yes, yes x10. 🔥🥵

My acquaintance with Minnie🐭👑, as I’ll refer to her, brings me to the next step in my Kpop journey. Since August 2023 when she left her first initial comment on Spark for me, we’ve become dear friends. She is an individual who I know I will stay in regular contact with for the rest of my life.

Minnie🐭👑 & I began our friendship through an ongoing “comment conversation”, back & forth, on my Spark story. We exchanged maybe 1-2 very short messages on Wattpad before connecting again on Instagram Messenger. What followed in the months since then has been one of the most beautiful & meaningful instant-instant-connection friendships I’ve ever had in my life … ever. And no, I am not exaggerating in the slightest. I think she would agree with me. She lives overseas (I am in the United States 🇺🇸) & again, like before with Single Mom, Late Teen & Flight Attendant’s details, I won’t say what country Minnie🐭👑 lives in to protect her privacy. That is my preference. If that sounds weird or prickly to someone else, that’s not my problem.

Speaking a bit more on that instant-connection aspect … Minnie🐭👑 just “got” the subconscious portrayal of my main Y/N female character in Spark & left a detailed comment explaining her first impressions of my feeble writing. No, I’m not having false modesty either; that’s just how I feel about my own musings. The closer she & I became in our friendship, to where it is at the present day, was like a band aid of light to my heart. I found a missing piece of my soul in her friendship, plus a new home. It did not take the 2 of us long before we began referring to one another as “soul sisters.” Yes, this is a 100% real thing. We’ve come to trust one another enough to share things about our lives that are very personal & very private. To put this into perspective a bit more, I am only child irl. So, having Minnie🐭👑 as my “sister” is a gift I’m thankful for x10. 🥹❤️‍🩹

My sister ⬆️ & I talked on Instagram Messenger for several months before we moved our conversations over to WhatsApp … where we communicate to this day. Longer messages at last being able to be exchanged without time & message limit constraints, we began confiding things to each other in greater detail that we’ve not been able to tell anyone else ever before (& we never will). I’ve gained new confidence in myself, plus new respect for who I am as an individual … as a mature, adult female with a mind of her own & a heart that is perhaps too big, one that loves to give and share in equal measure.

One last thing on Minnie🐭👑 … a month ago, I mailed her a Kpop care box. It took 22 days to arrive to her doorstep. I’d bought her 4 different albums and several handfuls of smaller merch items, all of which she heartily adored. 💕🥰 Having the memory of video chatting with her on WhatsApp as we opened up the Rock version of Rock-Star together (we each have a copy) is something I will cherish forever and always think of when I look back through this album’s photo book. 🥹

What may happen next with my journey? I’m not sure, yet I have a few ideas.

Getting my first-ever tattoo (or two or three), Kpop-themed …

Traveling overseas for the first time to visit my sister 🐭👑

Meeting up with Minnie🐭👑 somewhere in the US

Attending my first ever Kpop concert (preferably Stray Kids, tho an ATEEZ event would be awesome too)

Shopping at a Kpop-only stand alone store and buying more albums/ other merch

Beyond these things ⬆️, I have no clue. No matter what happens though, I will raise my hands to the sky regardless in rejoicing at the light and hope of my soul this journey has brought (& continues to bring) me.

If any of the members of Stray Kids, ATEEZ or BTS (my 3 favorite groups) read this Tumblr post of mine — may you know & never forget how much you mean to your fandoms … STAY, ATINY & ARMY. 🥹 I feel if it weren’t for you guys, I would not have ever had all of the beautiful things in my life I’ve written about in this post. So, thank you from the bottom of my heart for all the healing you’ve brought back into mine. ❤️‍🩹☀️

Stray Kids Everywhere All Around the World, You Make Stray Kids Stay

~~Bang Chan🐺, Changbin🐷, Han🐿️, Lee Know🐰, Felix🐥, Seungmin🐶, Hyunjin🦦, I.N🦊~~

8 Makes 1 Team

~~Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Yunho, Jongho, Mingi, Wooyoung, Yeosang, San~~

I Purple You!

~~RM, Jin, Jimin, Suga, j-hope, Taehyung, Jungkook~~

[jaetaimjadore]

JIN AND HATTIE SANG LOVE IS AN OPEN DOOR AT THEIR WEDDING THERE IS A REASON I STAN THESE GUYS

[vamoaescribir]

Bitácora

30 Agosto 2021

Ayer olvidé poner el clima y como me sentí, lo digo hoy me siento emocionada por mi amiga y feliz por Jin y Hattie, el clima es nublado al igual que ayer, espero que me vacunen pronto para ir a Guadalajara a la boda de mi amiga  , espero que cuando se case las reglas de sana distancia bajen un poco para darle un abrazo. Aún así está regla ha sido de ayuda bastantes veces, suena algo contradictorio pero odio el contacto físico con la gente, así que cuando alguien está cerca de mi el la fila del super puedo decir que mantenga su distancia por la contingencia y no sueno grosera,  al saludar a familiares que casi no frecuento de lejitos y sin beso en la mejilla yo voto que se quede para siempre, descubrí que el año pasado solo me enferme una vez levemente de gripa y este año ni una sola ves me he enfermado, cuando antes me la vivía muriendo de tos y con dolor de garganta, creo que el cubrebocas hasta cierto punto si lo dejaré en la nueva normalidad porque es una gran protección, no me quiero volver más paranoica de lo que soy, pero el hábito de desinfectarme cuando llego de la calle y usar solo pantunflas en mi casa lo continuare haciendo durante toda mi vida.

Que joyita de canción

[chakytron]

I Asked my Girlfriend To MOVE IN with My Korean Family ....

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[nair-sunflight]

All posts about real persons.

Well... There might be also some posts about real persons on this blog. So sadly not people like Steve Rogers or Hatty Hattington, but some other actually quite cool people. Let the tags begin. 

Actors: #andrew garfield #anton yelchin #armie hammer #cate blanchett #charlie hunnam #chris evans #chris hemsworth #chris pine #elizabeth olsen #emilia clarke #emma stone #ezra miller #gal gadot #harrison ford #hugh jackman #idris elba #jason momoa #jeff goldblum #karl urban #mark ruffalo #sebastian stan #stephen amell #tom holland #zendaya

Bands: #astro #bastarz #beatles #bigbang #block b #blues brothers #bts #flipsyde #got7 #kraftklub #limp bizkit #monsta x #mychemicalromance #one republic #queen #seeed #seventeen #shinee #sonata arctica #super junior

Directors: #taika waititi

Late Night Show Hosts: #ellen de generes

Musicians: #amber #anouk #aretha franklin #bambam #bbomb #beyonce #britney spears #ciara #daniel pemberton #donghae #elton john #eminem #freddie mercury #gdragon #hyungwon #im #jackson #jay park #jhope #jimin #jin #jooheon #jonghyun #jungkook #kyung #mariah carey #minho #mino #moonbin #niall horan #p.o #pink #rapmon #ravi #rick astley #salvador sobral #sanha #sehun #seungri #stromae #suga #tony kakko #top #ukwon #v #yongguk #zico

Vine / YouTube: #coldmirror #thomas sanders

And please don’t be confused, in the future there will probably be more specific other lists e.g. everything related to K-Pop. But only when I’ll have enough time and that will be... in two years? And yes. My English is horrible today. Sorry. I’m slightly sleep deprived.

[smithlibrary]

Read More 2019 Historical Fiction A book where the plot takes place in the past

Fiction Circe: A Novel by Madeline Miller Euphoria by Lily King Lincoln in the Bardo: A Novel by George Saunders The Marriage of Opposites by Alice Hoffman Miss Jane: A Novel by Brad Watson News of the World: A Novel by Paulette Jiles The Nightingale by Kristin Hannah Outlander by Diana Gabaldon Pachinko by Min Jin Lee Salt to the Sea by Ruta Sepetys The Swans of Fifth Avenue: A Novel by Melanie Benjamin Transcription by Kate Atkinson The Twelve Tribes of Hattie by Ayana Mathis The Underground Railroad: A Novel by Colson Whitehead When the Men Were Gone: A Novel by Marjorie Herrera Lewis Where the Crawdads Sing by Delia Owens

Mystery The Strange Case of the Alchemist's Daughter by Theodora Goss

Religious The Ringmaster's Wife by Kristy Cambron

[chickpow]

Devour Me

Chickpow here: I found an old disc/floppy disc in my attic containing a lot of very old fanfiction from authors and websites that are either gone or taken down. I am not the author but I would like to share what I’ve found. if you find the author please let me know so I can credit them properly. Thank you and enjoy

Devour Me

 By: Hatti Lee* AKA Amalthea* AKA Saiyajin_Peach

  Authors Notes: Well, here we go again? Another Goku & Vegeta yaoi! Woo hoo! ^_^ In this one, Goku, or should I say Kakkarotto, is definitely OOC, but it’s all good. You’ll see. ^_~ I actually have this entire fic finished. Complete! I’ll be adding chapters weekly, but I may update faster, depending on reviews that is. Hint. Hint. ^_^ oh, and I welcome any and all reviews. Be it from just a fan or a flamer! It’s all-good here!

 Warnings: If you don’t already know, this is a yaoi fic, which means male/male intimacy. If you are uncomfortable with this, or if you’re just narrow-minded, I suggest you go elsewhere.

 Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own DragonBall Z or it’s characters, and, again, unfortunately, I’m not making any money off of this.

 Okay, if there’s anyone left? On with the fic?

   "Vejita, you know I hate pressing you with such matters, but you’ve recently turned twenty-four and are still without a mate?"

 "You say it as if I didn’t know." The prince interrupted with a sarcastic tone, rising from his throne.

 King Vejita simply shook his head. There was no point in arguing. He’d just have to be patient with this and hope that his only son didn’t take too long.

 Nappa stepped out of the shadows, following his prince out of the elaborate throne room and down several long corridors until they arrived at the training hall. He’d been serving the prince as a bodyguard since his celebrated birth. It seemed pointless to the oversized Saiya-jin since the prince was one of the strongest. It was even rumored that the prince was stronger than his own father.

 Nappa was tall with bulky muscles. He was loud, bald, and had a thin black mustache. Vejita could barely stand him, but Nappa was the closest thing he had to a friend. Motioning for the bodyguard to join him in a spar, the prince stepped out into an open area.

 Vejita was shorter than most with compact muscles. His ebony locks stood on end much like a flame. He was nearly a mirror image of his father. However, the king was taller with a thick mustache and short beard, and his hair had a more brunette tint to it.

 The prince found himself in a complex as he and Nappa began their daily spar. Ever since his twentieth birthday, the royals had been urging him to take a mate. But whom should he take? Every woman threw herself at the feet of the prince. He yearned for something more than a companion to bear his children. Besides, he’d been taught his entire life to avoid any and all weaknesses. Strength was everything, and women were weak. There were few that held any strength, but their blood was the rebellious type. He wanted a mate that respected and obeyed him. Of course, the royals could care less what kind of woman he chose, as long se he continued the royal bloodline. That’s all that mattered to them.

 "Sire!"

 Vejita snapped out of his thoughts in time to realize what he was doing. His teeth were bared, and he was on the verge of firing one of his most powerful ki blasts at the slow-witted bodyguard. The prince quickly powered down, straightening his posture.

 "Thank you, sire." Nappa said, bowing slightly. That had been close. His prince seemed to be frustrated and it was showing in their training.

 "How long have we been training?" Vejita asked, glancing around to see that the training hall was empty.

 "You don’t know?" Nappa asked, puzzled by his prince’s question.

 "How long?!" Vejita snapped, glaring up at the taller man.

 "Hours. It’s late." Nappa said, pressing a small button on his scooter to see the time.

 With that Vejita turned and hurried out of the empty hall, Nappa close on his heals. Like a dog. After a long walk, they came to another wing of the palace. The prince had been given the large section of the palace on his eighteenth birthday. It was practically a smaller version of the palace itself. It was made up of a mess hall, a training hall, and many rooms for elite soldiers and a few for slaves. There was nothing royal about the way it looked. It resembled the inside of a spaceship with metal walls, ceilings, and floors.

 Soon they came to a door with no markings to tell it from the many others. Inside was a large common room. Along the dull walls there were three doors, not including the one they’d just entered through. One door led to Vegita’s quarters, another to Napa’s, and the last led to a large washroom, which they shared.

 "Nappa, get me up before the suns rise." The prince said just before stepping into his private room, closing the door behind him. He wanted to get out of the palace before his father or any of the other royals found him. The last thing he needed was to be hounded by those bumbling fools.

 "Father, must we put up with these fools every single day?" Vejita said, resting his head in his hands, his elbows on the arms of his throne.

 "Yes," the king answered from his much larger throne, "There are treaties and threats to be made."

 The prince glared at the numerous slaves and soldiers. It all seemed pointless.

 "If you would just choose a mate and produce an heir, then there would be less work to do." The king said under his breath as he signed a tattered document.

 "I don’t want to talk about this." Vejita snapped, rising from his seat and storming out of his father’s presence for what felt like the hundredth time this week.

 "Nappa," the king snapped, causing the man to step forward rather than following his son out of the room.

 "Sire?" Nappa questioned, bowing respectfully.

 "Is the prince this way with others as well?"

 "I’m afraid I don’t understand." Nappa said, hoping the king was in a good mood.

 "Is he constantly this rude?" the king scoffed in a low voice.

 "Uh? Sire, Prince Vejita has been this way for years, but you’re right? He seems more frustrated lately." Nappa said, explaining poorly.

 "How do you mean?"

 "Well, when we spar, it’s like he forgets what he’s doing, and I find myself fighting for my life." Nappa said, remembering the most recent death match. In his thinking, the low-watt soldier didn’t notice the king waving his hand in a manner meaning he was dismissed.

 "Nappa! Get out of here!" the king bellowed, watching as the man slowly backed away before rushing out of the room.

 After roaming the palace for what felt like hours, Nappa found himself at a loss. The prince was usually always in either the large training hall, or his own smaller one. Finally, he gave up and returned to his quarters.

 "My prince, I’ve been looking for you everywhere." Nappa said, surprised to see Vejita relaxing on the dull couch in their common room.

 Vejita stirred at the sound of the loud voice. He’d been unable to concentrate on any of his usual training, so he’d retired to the quiet room, where he’d just about fallen asleep.

 A simple, "Hn," was all the bulky bodyguard got in reply, "Are you feeling well?" he questioned with concern, taking a seat beside his prince.

 Vejita had opened up only a handful of times in his entire life and each time had been with his faithful bodyguard. Nappa was only twelve years older, but to the prince, he was more of a father than the king was.

 "This mate nonsense is making me crazy. My father’s constant hinting and the royals always finding me and hounding me." Vejita said, finding himself standing and speaking in a louder tone than necessary.

 "Well? Why don’t you just choose a mate?" Nappa suggested. He’d seen the many Saiya-jin women who’d come to present themselves to the prince. They were all very beautiful.

 "Hn. And who do you suppose I should choose?" Vejita said in an annoyed voice, pacing the floor somewhat.

 Before Nappa could even think of an answer, the prince continued, "Every women proclaims to be faithful and obeying. I want?"

 "What do you want?" Nappa said, staring curiously at his prince.

 "I want? I don’t know? Honesty?" Vejita said through a sigh, plopping back down on the couch.

 Nappa could understand what his prince was going through. It wasn’t often that Saiya-jin chose mates. Of course, they all had their share of sex, especially with all the beautiful slaves around but to choose a mate was something different. That meant committing yourself to that one person for the rest of your life. First, two Saiya-jin decide to mate. Then, dominance was decided, it was usually always given to the male. Next, the dominant one marks his mate, making them one in body and soul. Of course, all of this took place while they had sex, sealing the bond. From that day forth, the two would share a link, a link that connected their minds.

 Nappa knew no other way to describe it since he didn’t know anyone who’d experienced it. It was a big decision, and not many had the qualities the prince yearned for. How could anyone be honest with royalty? When answering to a prince, you tell him what he wants to hear or you’ll find yourself dead.

 Over the next few weeks, King Vejita watched, as his son grew louder, ruder, and more frustrated. As he slouched in his immense throne, he considered all the things that could be troubling his son. Nappa had mentioned something of honesty. That didn’t seem to make much sense though. His son refused the simple task of choosing a beautiful woman to bear his children. Perhaps his son didn’t want to be tied down to just one woman, but that didn’t make sense either. Nowhere did it say that one must remain faithful to their mate. He’d never been faithful to the late queen, who’d died in childbirth. So, what could it be?

 As his thoughts wondered, the king watched as a translator stepped out of the throne room, a young male slave following him. It was obvious the young, weak looking Saiya-jin was a sex slave, judging by his behavior. It was extremely rare and somewhat degrading for same sex relationships to be made public. Royalty never did it.

 Maybe that was it! Perhaps his son was sexually frustrated? Perhaps he yearned for some male intimacy?

 "Nappa!" the king snapped, waiting impatiently for the oversized man to step forward.

 "Yes, Sire?" Nappa questioned curiously.

 "I’ve been thinking? I believe Prince Vejita needs a slave?"

 "But, Sire," Nappa interrupted, knowing that that wasn’t the problem, "Prince Vejita has many slaves."

 Eyeing the foolish bodyguard, the king growled, "I know very well my son has many slaves. Who do you think provides them?"

 "I? Uh? I?"

 "Baka? I was trying to say! I believe my son needs a pleasure slave," the king lifted a hand to silence Napa’s interruption, "Yes, I know he has pleasure slaves, but I plan to get him a male pleasure slave."

 Napa’s eyes grew wide, "Male? Why?"

 "This nonsense has to end. There is obviously a problem here. I can see no other reason than perhaps the prince is sexually frustrated." The king said, running a plan through his mind.

 Nappa knew well enough that this plan wasn’t going to work. The prince had said it himself. It wasn’t a problem for him to be mated? It was just the stressful decision of choosing the right mate.

 "Sire, I think that if you give Prince Vejita enough time, he’ll choose a mate."

 "Humph. Do you really believe that honesty bullshit he told you?"

 "Uh?" Nappa stuttered, not sure what his king wanted to hear.

 "What he needs, and what I believe he wants, is a male slave!"

 "But what if you’re wrong?" Nappa interrupted again.

 The king growled, glaring at the fool, "I’ll buy him several new female slaves as well, and I want you to keep this quiet." The king said, realizing that if this got out, his son would be far more than a little embarrassed.

 Nappa complied, stepping away as his king gestured with a wave of a hand for him to leave. It didn’t seem that the king was thinking straight.

  Chapter Two

  "Sire, welcome! It has been many months since your last visit." A skinny, pot-bellied man squealed.

 The king rolled his eyes at the man’s overdone enthusiasm. The shop was one of the largest, but rarely visited due to the new crises that have plagued planet Vejita. Stepping into the large shop, the king was reminded that the economic situation was affecting everyone. There were few slaves and all of them were women.

 "How may I help you today, Sire?" the man questioned, gesturing to the beautiful women.

 "Hmm? I think I’ll take the blonde and? The small brunette over there." The king said, gesturing to the two women he’d quickly chosen for his plan. He decided that it might soften the blow for his son if he were given a male along with two females.

 The owner quickly had an employee begin unchaining the two slaves, preparing them for sale, "Sire, I detect disappointment in your tone. Was there something in particular you were looking for?"

 "Yes, actually. I was looking for a male."

 "Ah," the owner said, his eyebrows rising high on his large forehead, "It is rare to have a male slave nowadays with the demanding need for soldiers, but I just so happen to have one!"

 "Well," the king interrupted, growing impatient with the man’s insistent gibberish, "Where is he?"

 "He’s in the back," the owner quickly ordered another employee to run back and get the slave in question, "However, Sire, he’s quite young."

 The king pondered for a moment, wondering what exactly he should do. He wasn’t about to run around, going from small shop to even smaller shop, but it wasn’t wise to purchase a slave too young; they often grew to be rebellious or hadn’t had enough training to serve properly.

 "How young?"

 "In the whereabouts of sixteen." The owner said, watching his king’s face closely, hoping for a sale.

 "In the whereabouts, huh? Whereabouts, meaning younger?" the king questioned, eyeing the conniving little man.

 "Ah? He could be a bit younger but not much," the owner said, shrugging. Just then, a tall lanky man stepped out of a doorway with a boy in tow.

 The king smiled at the boy’s fair skin and well-developed body, "Was he to be a soldier?"

 "I believe he was born a third class and trained hard to improve, but his mother died soon after childbirth and his father was killed in battle ten years ago. Until recently, I’ve allowed him to train in his spare time."

 The king nodded, "I see. What’s his name?"

 "Kakkarotto." The owner said, shooing his employee away.

 The boy was tall, but he was still shorter than the king. He was wearing a loose-fitting dull blue sleeveless gi tied with a white sash. His spiky hair, jutting out in several different directions, was the same raven black as his son’s; however, the boy’s gaze was fixed on the floor, as it should be, but the king wondered.

 "Let me see his face."

 The owner’s rough hand took hold of the boy’s chin, lifting his gaze from the floor.

 "Very nice." The king thought, admiring the thick spiked bangs and the liquid pools of ink the pale-skinned boy had for eyes.

 King Vejita smirked, "I’ll take him."

 Kakkarotto knelt quietly on the floor beside the two other slaves that had been purchased. They’d been placed in the king’s luxurious quarters just after arriving at the huge palace. He knew the two women on either side of him quite well. They were both in their late twenties and had been good friends of his at the shop; however, he didn’t dare say a word to either of them for fear of getting in trouble and being punished. The petite woman on his right was Chiisai. She was a brunette, green-eyed beauty with a mind of her own. The lovely blonde on his left was Hanna. She was a bit older than Chiisai but a lot more immature. Her figure was also more voluptuous than Chiisai’s. She fitted into the dumb blonde stereotype rather well.

 Stepping into his room, King Vejita eyed the three lovely beauties kneeling on the floor at the end of his king-size bed. Surprisingly, Kakkarotto seemed to be better trained than either of the women. His gaze never faltered from the floor while the other two sneaked an upward glance now and then.

 "I might as well let you know that all three of you will be a gift for my son, the prince." The king explained as he lifted his heavy armor and cloak from his shoulders.

 No more than an hour later, Kakkarotto remained kneeling in the exact same place. He almost couldn’t bear the sounds and smells that filled the room. The king was enjoying himself with both his friends at once.

 "Hmm? You girls go clean up and get dressed." The king said, gesturing to a side door that obviously led to a washroom.

 Kakkarotto could hear the faint sounds of cloth rustling and bare feet padding across the floor as the two gathered their clothes and exited the room.

 "Kakkarotto."

 Immediately, the boy stood, turning to face the direction of the king’s voice, keeping his gaze on the floor.

 Smiling wickedly, King Vejita ordered the boy to kneel before him, where he sat on the edge of the bed, "Suck."

 Kakkarotto grimaced at the vulgar order, but he’d heard much worse. He complied with the simple command, letting his gaze rest on the king’s semi.

 The king enjoyed the boy’s innocent touch, keeping his moans to a minimal. Surely his son would enjoy this one.

 Meanwhile

 "My prince, I’ve been searching for you." Nappa said, stepping into the smaller of the two training halls in the palace.

 "What is it?" Vejita asked in annoyance, pausing in his harsh training.

 "A while back King Vejita asked me why I thought you hadn’t chosen a mate."

 "And?" Vejita persisted; Nappa definitely had his attention now.

 "I told him how you just wanted to find the right mate, someone honest, but he misunderstood" Nappa explained, watching his prince’s expression.

 "What do you mean?" Vejita interrupted, his eyebrows knitting further together in annoyance. His father had no right to go behind his back to try and find a solution to a problem that wasn’t even his concern.

 "He plans on…"

 "Ah, ah, Nappa, don’t ruin the surprise."

 Both Vejita and Nappa looked up to see the king leaning against the frame of the large entryway. After a quick command from King Vejita, all other occupants of the training hall left.

 "What is this about, father?" Vejita questioned, his eyes narrowing as his father stepped further into the hall, gesturing for someone hidden to come into view. Slowly, two women and a boy stepped into the room, obviously slaves. The women were attractive enough, but it was the boy who caught his attention.

 "I bought these for you earlier today. Hopefully, they can relieve some of your stress. Then, maybe you can finally choose a mate."

 "Slaves? I don’t need slaves, father."

 "Yes, well? They’re a gift. Do with them what you like." The king said, winking as he left the hall. He hated coming to Vegita’s wing of the palace. It was so drab.

 Vejita knew exactly what his father had meant. "They’re a gift," meant that he had to keep them or face his father in a much more unpleasant mood.

 "Shit." The prince mumbled, glancing at Nappa.

 Hanna glanced up at the prince surprised to find that he was rather handsome. Glancing to the side, she could see that Chiisai had done the same and thought the same, judging from her reddened cheeks. They were such good friends. They even had the same tastes in men. Finding herself smiling, Hanna glanced passed the brunette to see Kakkarotto ever so quickly glance up at the prince.

 "Nappa, you should have warned me sooner. What the Hell am I going to do with these slaves?"

 "Sorry, Sire. I tried to let you know as soon as I could," Nappa said, placing his hands on his hips, "I guess you could just let them stay in the room with the rest of your slaves."

 "Hn. I guess," Vejita said, when he remembered that a boy was a part of the group of slaves, "Wait?"

 Nappa watched as his prince stepped forward, inspecting the boy. Perhaps the king was right?

 "What the Hell is this boy doing here?"

 Then again, maybe not, "That’s what I was trying to tell you. King Vejita thinks that you yearn for… For male…male intimacy."

 "What? My own father thinks I’m a fag? I guess he thinks that’s why I haven’t chosen a mate yet." Vejita said, starting of yelling and ending in his normal pissed off tone.

 "What are you going to do with him?" Nappa asked curiously.

 "Hn. He looks strong? Were you a soldier?"

 Kakkarotto flinched slightly when he realized that the question was being addressed to him, "I was goin’ ta be."

 Vejita smirked ever so lightly at the sound of the boy’s young immature voice. The slave was a bit taller than he was, but it was obvious that he was years younger.

 "I dislike the idea of a soldier being a pleasure slave. Nappa, I think I’ll spar with the boy. You can take the women away."

 "Yes, Sire." Nappa said, exiting the training hall, the two slaves following him. It was strange. Vejita never took a liking to slaves. He knew the prince enjoyed them now and then, but he rarely did anything else with them. Then again, he didn’t consider the boy a slave, rather a soldier. Who knew what the king’s ridiculous actions were going to cause.

 "What is your name?"

 "Kakkarotto."

 Vejita pondered the name. He’d never heard anything like it before. Usually slaves were named something relating to their appearance or behavior. (A/N: Chiisai translates to Small, and Hanna translates to Flower.) Kakkarotto was a warrior’s name.

 "How old are you?"

 Kakkarotto was so nervous, "I’m told I’m sixteen, but I think I’m closer ta fourteen."

 "I see," Vejita said, "Look up."

 The boy did as he was told, keeping his gaze on the prince’s chest rather than receiving punishment for looking his master in the eye. Kakkarotto was surprised by the prince’s size. He was small, almost petite, yet he was quite muscular and had an enormous ki. He was wearing a navy blue, sleeveless bodysuit and white gloves and boots, his tail wrapped tightly around his waist.

 "I’m guessing you know how to spar?"

 Kakkarotto quickly nodded, surprised with his master’s request. He complied, however, crouching down in a defensive stance.

 It had been several hours and the prince was surprised by the boy’s endurance. The young slave was strong, but he wasn’t that strong. He had no idea how the boy was able to continue. Vejita found himself short of breath, but Kakkarotto was breathing much more heavily. Firing a fairly impressive ki blast, the prince watched as it made contact with the boy’s chest, causing his lithe body to fly back about ten meters, where he fell and didn’t get up.

 "Hn. So, he finally had enough." Vejita said, smirking as he stepped over to the boy’s side. He was on the verge of unconsciousness, eyes squinted as he panted heavily.

 Kakkarotto had tried his best to please his master but wasn’t sure if he should try to win the match or not. Moments after he fell, he could feel strong arms lift him off the dull metal floor, cradling his body against a strong chest.

 Vejita didn’t know what to do with the boy. He needed medical attention, but how would that look for the prince to step into the med. lab with a young male slave in his arms?

 Instead, he carried the boy down the long corridor to his and Nappa’s quarters. Upon entering, the prince found that the bulky bodyguard had already gone to sleep. With a sigh of relief, Vejita stepped through the common room and entered his own private room, laying the boy on the floor. He quickly decided that wouldn’t do though. So, he lifted a blanket from his bed and spread it out just beside his bed. Then, he lifted the boy and placed him on the pallet, draping the same blanket he lied on around and over his blue-clad body.

 Kakkarotto calmed his breathing finally and opened his eyes when he felt someone lift his head and tuck a pillow under it. He was surprised to see his master, who was now standing and removing his gloves and boots, and then, climbing into his bed.

 Vejita snuggled down in his bed, glancing down over the edge to get a glimpse of the boy before he went to sleep, "Ah, you’re awake."

 "Hai, I’m sorry for causin you so much trouble."

 Vegita’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion. Then, he realized the boy was referring to the fact that he’d been unable to walk.

 "Hn. It’s fine. Go to sleep."

  Nappa awoke to the repetitive sound of the intercom in the common room. Slowly sitting up and wiping his eyes, the large warrior stumbled out of his private room and pressed a button on the small device that sat on a low table before the couch.

 "Nappa, Saiya-jin Elite." He said groggily.

 "Prince Vejita is to report to the throne room immediately." Came the voice of a young woman before cutting off the communication link.

 Nappa lifted his scouter from the table and placed onto his right ear. After turning it on, the time blinked in the upper right hand corner of the green-tinted glass that covered just one of the bulky bodyguard’s eyes. Nappa was surprised to see that it was nearly noon. Why hadn’t the prince reported to the throne room yet? The king had made it law that the prince show up in the elaborate hall every morning when the suns rose.

 Walking briskly across the room, Nappa entered the prince’s private room, which he soon discovered was empty. However, he did notice that there was pallet made on the floor beside the prince’s bed. He wondered if the boy had been the first person other than Vejita to spend an entire night in the prince’s private room.

 Forgetting the matter, figuring it must have been one of the new slave women, Nappa tromped out of the room; he had to find Prince Vejita as soon as possible.

 Kakkarotto flipped and ricocheted across the width of the small, dull training hall, flying towards his master. He didn’t dare put all his strength into the kick. He knew better than that, and even during these sparring matches his master insisted he participate in, he kept quiet and avoided eye contact.

 Vejita had awoke to the sound of light snoring, smirking as he looked down at the boy that slept beside his bed. They’d begun sparring before the suns had risen and yet, the boy was still going at it. It was much more than surprising.

 The prince pushed his curiosity of the boy’s powers out of his mind as he dodged the kick, punching the boy in the gut, causing him to double over.

 "Sire, I’m glad I found you so soon." Nappa said, stepping into the prince’s training hall, interrupting the training match.

 "Hn. And why is that, Nappa?" Vejita scoffed, turning his back on the boy who’d fallen to his knees.

 "You’re to report to the throne room immediately."

 Vegita’s eyebrows rose for a fraction of a second, had he forgotten? Pressing a button, the prince checked the time in the red-tinted glass eyepiece of his scouter.

 "Shit," he mumbled, baring his teeth, "Stay here with the boy. I’ll be right back."

 Nappa stared as the prince stormed out of the room. Then, he turned his gaze to the boy, who was kneeling on the floor, breathing heavily with a trickle of blood running down his chin. Nappa had seen the boy take the fierce hit and was surprised when he slowly rose from the ground, standing unsteadily but still, he was standing.

 "Were you the one that slept in Prince Vegita’s room last night?" he questioned, knowing he’d be in big trouble if the prince ever found out.

 Kakkarotto nodded. He knew he shouldn’t answer personal questions about his master, but his master hadn’t exactly given him rules and regulations yet. Besides, he didn’t know this man and feared his possible wrath.

 "Tell me what happened after I left."

 "We sparred, I lost, and he let me sleep on tha floor." Kakkarotto explained honestly.

 Vejita stepped into the well-lit room, sitting gracefully in his throne beside his father, "Sorry, I lost track of time."

 The king smirked, "And what were you doing that was so interesting that you forgot, for the first time I might add, to report here?"

 "Training."

 The king’s smirk instantly disappeared after hearing his son’s flat answer. He’d been so sure that the prince had slept in with his new slave.

 "How do you like the slaves?"

 Vejita growled quietly, knowing what his father was getting at; he decided to displease the presumptuous king, "To be honest, the women reminded me too much of whores."

 The king’s smirk returned as he signed an order to have an alien terrorist executed, "I see, and the boy?"

 "I must thank you, father. He’s quite exceptional."

 Mentally patting himself on the back, the king pressed on, "Exceptional, eh?"

 "Yes. He’s an excellent sparring partner. I’d have to say he’s even better than Nappa." Vejita said, fighting the urge to laugh as his father’s expression changed to that of surprise and then anger, "In fact, he’s surely the best sparring partner I’ve ever come across. I’m considering having an additional room built into my quarters."

 "Vejita! That’s enough!" the king snapped, "How ridiculous? He’s a third class Saiya-jin! How Excellent can he be?"

 The prince’s eyes narrowed, "Nonsense. I fought with little more than half of my strength. I practically went all out and killed him." He said, thinking allowed.

 "Humph. I’m hoping you won." The king mumbled, ordering a guard to show in the ambassador of a nearby planet.

 Vejita snarled, "Of course I won. He just has incredible endurance. A normal third class would have been killed."

 "You won, but he survived? That’s not saying much, Vejita. He’s a third class."

 The prince growled louder this time, rising from his thrown and marching out of the room, not so accidentally knocking a large amount of documents from several of the palace’s representatives Arms.

 Nappa watched, impressed as the boy stood in that exact spot, in that exact position, never once looking up or repositioning his limbs. He’d never seen such a well-trained slave, especially one so young.

 "Sire." Nappa said, bowing slightly as his prince returned.

 "Nappa, report to one of the engineers. I want another room built into our quarters. It doesn’t need to be very big. Just enough room for a bed and a closet."

 "Yes, Sire."

 Vejita waited until his bodyguard had left before continuing his training with the boy.

Devour Me By: Hatti Lee* AKA Amalthea* AKA Saiyajin_Peach

Apology: I'm SO sorry you guys! I know I promised to do this weekly at least, but it seems I'm late! Just to make up for it I'm posting TWO new chapters!!!! Aren't I sweet? ^_^ Okay, if there's anyone left, on with the fic

Chapter Four

Several months passed and the prince was surprised that Kakkarotto remained the perfect slave. The boy never spoke unless spoken to, never made eye contact, and did as he was told. Time usually changed slaves but not this one. A room had been added just as he’d ordered, and the boy lived with them. He never left his room unless told to. Vejita had learned that the hard way. He’d forgotten about the boy for nearly two days, but was reminded of his presence when he’d heard a loud rumbling. Turned out the boy had quite the appetite. That seemed to be the only thing the boy hadn’t been trained to do, to eat properly. He never asked for food and when given it, he never complained or asked for more; however, there was never a need to worry about him not cleaning his plate. The boy ate everything placed before him at record speed. Vejita couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought as he lie there in bed. His father and the royals were still bugging him about choosing a mate, but he was no where near as stressed about it as he’d been before. "Sire, I’ve been ordered to help out with the purging of the planet Dreek. Ill be back in a week." Nappa said, interrupting one of the many sparring matches of his prince and the boy. Vejita nodded, "Very well." With that, the bulky bodyguard tromped off, leaving the prince and Kakkarotto alone in the small training hall. Vejita leaned against one of the dull gray walls, sliding down until he was sitting cross-legged on the cool floor. "Come over here and sit." Kakkarotto quickly obeyed his prince’s order, taking a seat beside his master. "Why are you such a good slave?" the prince asked, more to himself than to the boy. "I, uh I dunno." Kakkarotto stuttered. What was his master getting at? He’d been trying his best under the circumstances. "Tell me how you came to be a slave." Kakkarotto swallowed nervously, "My mom died when I was a baby. My dad left me with a few of his slaves I was four when they told me he died purgin a planet for tha king. The slaves were givin freedom, but they didn’t have any money. So, they sold me into slavery." "Hn. I see," Vejita said, considering every detail of the boy’s story, "And you were born a third class soldier?" "Uh-huh." "Then, why are you so much stronger? I’d say you’re practically an elite." "Well I was told that I only recently was allowed to train" "But?" Vejita said, urging the boy to go on. "But I’ve been training ever since I can remember, and after my fathers death, I trained even harder." Kakkarotto explained. "I see. One thing that bothers me; why don’t you address me as master or sire like all the other slaves?" Vejita questioned, growing fond of the boys presence. "I don’t wanna displease you," Kakkarotto said, blushing before he continued, "I’ve been waiting for you to give me all tha rules ta bein your slave." "Hn. Well, I think it’s pointless for you to even call yourself a slave. I should make it official; you’re a soldier." The prince said, staring at the opposite wall of the empty hall. "Please, I’d rather be your slave." Vejita looked back to the boy, surprised, "You want to be my slave?" "If that’s okay" "I have a better idea," Vejita said, unsure of what he was about to do, "I enjoy your company, but I dislike slaves. I don’t want you a soldier either though. You’d be sent on mission after mission and I’d never see you. How about you being my Friend?" The prince saw his answer when the boy began blushing and smiling like an idiot, "However, to everyone else, you’re my slave. Got it?" "Hai." Kakkarotto answered, grinning uncontrollably. "That means you can look me in the eye." Vejita said, taking the boy’s chin in a hand and lifting his gaze until their eyes met for the first time ever. Kakkarotto gasped. It was nothing like he’d expected. His master’s eyes were as deep and black as his own, but the prince’s held more pride and arrogance. Vejita was surprised to find the boy’s eyes so similar to his own. There was much more pain and strength there, however, and he didn’t miss the fact the Kakkarotto cheeks were glowing with a radiant blush. "And when we’re not in the presence of royals, you may do as you like. Call me what you like, look where you like It makes no difference to me, but always remember I’m the stronger. I am the prince." Kakkarotto was nodding furiously, grinning like a loon. Finally, he was unable to contain himself and lunged forward, throwing his arms around the stiff prince. Vejita was thrown off guard by the sudden closeness. As mentioned before, Nappa was the closest thing he’d ever had to a friend. Mostly he and his bodyguard had sparred with one another, every now and then having conversations about anything of real importance. His sudden urge to become so close, mentally and at the moment, physically, was beyond him. He just knew it was something he needed. Only several days had passed and the two were inseparable. Many of the local soldiers and slaves that inhabited the palace were amazed with the closeness of the relationship. The shy slave boy they’d seen in the corridors had become a whole new person. He was constantly going on about one thing or another, and he turned out to be quite playful. "Jita, you Wake?" the boy questioned, pressing an ear to his master’s bedroom door. Suddenly, it slid open, a groggy Saiya-jin prince standing before him, wearing only a pair of navy blue spandex pants. "Morin." Kakkarotto said cheerfully, grinning like fool. "Hn. What time is it?" Vejita said, stepping into the common room and taking a seat on the dull couch. Wiping his eyes with one hand, he searched for his boots with the other, feeling around his feet and under the coffee table. "Breakfast time. I’m starvin!" As if on cue, the boy’s stomach rumbled loudly. Taking a seat next to his master, he smiled, "Wanna go get something ta eat?" "Figures. All you ever think about is food." Vejita said dryly, continuing his search with both hands now. Kakkarotto leaned forward, his nose practically coming into contact with the prince’s as he reached under and passed Vegita’s legs. "NЕ Nani?" Vejita said, suddenly wide-awake. Was Kakkarotto going to… "Here," the boy said, pulling forth a pair of white boots and holding them before Vejita face, "Now, common I’m starving." "Hn," the prince growled, yanking the boots from the boy and slipping them onto his feet, "Yeah, I heard you the first time. Let’s go." He said, rising to his feet and wrapping his tail around his waist. Once in the mess hall, the two Saiya-jin sat alone at a small round table. Soon a female slave of a strange species served them large quantities of food. Normally, so much wasn’t given to just two warriors, but the woman must have seen Kakkarotto coming. As usual, they ate in relative silence. There wasn’t much that could be said while the boy was stuffing his face. Finally, they’d both had their fill. Leaning back in his chair, Kakkarotto patted his full stomach, "Mmm That was good." "Yes So, ready for a spar?" Vejita questioned, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the table. He knew better than to think that the boy wouldn’t be able to fight at such an overstuffed state. He never needed a moment to digest, and it seemed to speed him up rather than slow him down. The prince, on the other hand, had never been able to consume that much in the first place. "Nnn Jita, I’m sleepy now." Kakkarotto said, whining somewhat as he retied the white sash around his waist, tightening his blue gi. Vejita faltered for a moment at the way his name had sounded coming from the boy, "Sleepy?" "Hai. I couldn’t sleep last night. Ya really kicked my butt," Kakkarotto could see that the prince’s mind was fumbling with an apology but unable to say it, "Don’t worry Bout it I just haven’t recovered enough to spar like that again so soon." "I know." Vejita snapped. Why was the boy being so sweet? He hadn’t been on the verge of apologizing to a third class, had he? "Wanna go back to our room?" Vejita shook his head for a moment, not understanding, "Why?" he asked, unsure of why the boy wanted to go back to their boring room. "Please, Jita I’m sleepy" Kakkarotto said, yawning, causing his eyes to water up as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table and his head in his hands. Vejita couldn’t refuse those cute puppy dog eyes, "Come on, Chibi" he said, almost smiling. Together they walked through the corridors littered with soldiers here and there. Kakkarotto walked several feet ahead of the prince, his bare feet padding the metal floor, his tail hovering behind him. Once they’d reached their destination, Kakkarotto had plopped down on the couch, lazily stretching out on his stomach. Vejita closed the front door and, oddly enough, decided to relax on the couch as well instead of the two empty cushioned chairs that remained. There was a small space between Kakkarotto head and the arm of the couch, Vejita fond himself bored, "Are you asleep?" "Nnn Not yet," Kakkarotto mumbled, repositioning, surprised to find the prince so close, "Jita?" he questioned before smiling and scooting up until his head rest in his master’s lap. "Baka What are you doing?" Vejita asked in a slightly more-than-upset tone, blushing heavily and baring his teeth. Luckily for him, Kakkarotto didn’t notice his embarrassment. "You make a good pillow." The boy teased, his eyes closed in exhaustion. "Hn." The prince answered, his embarrassment having faded away as he leaned his head back, closing his eyes as well. "You know, Kakkarotto, it’s like you’re a totally different person." Vejita said, keeping his eyes closed. "Nah, this is how I’ve always been. It’s just been a long time since I’ve been able to be me." Vejita opened his eyes at the feel of the boy nudging his thigh with his head as he repositioned himself again. Soon, he stilled, and the prince closed his eyes again. Before long, they were both fast asleep.

 Devour Me By: Hatti Lee* AKA Amalthea* AKA Saiyajin_Peach AKA Saiyajin_Peach_18

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Chapter Five

A little more than a week later, Nappa stepped out of his space pod, stretching as he looked up at the darkening sky. They’d taken two days longer than expected. The king wasn’t going to be happy about this. Several other soldiers joined Nappa as the walked silently to the throne room. "Ahh So, you finally decide to return. What took so long?" Nappa stepped forward, bowing, "Sorry, Sire. The inhabitants were stronger than expected. Our scouters were next to useless." "Still all your men managed to survive?" "Yes, Sire." "Very well. Dismissed." Nappa straightened his posture and strode out the small side door. Now he had to find Prince Vejita. It didn’t take long. He found his prince and the boy training in the large training hall near the throne room. Vejita stopped the spar, turning to his bodyguard, "Welcome back, Nappa. Everything went well?" The slow-witted soldier was surprised by his prince’s tone, "Yes, Sire. However, I thought I’d let you in on a rather useful technique I witnessed on Dreek." Now the bulky man had his attention, "And what is that?" "It seems that the inhabitants were able to hide their ki from the scouters." Vegita’s eyebrows lifted for an instant in surprise, "What a useful little trick. Have any of you picked it up yet?" "No, none of us were able to." Nappa answered, noticing that Kakkarotto seemed to no longer be the slave he used to be. The boy was looking about, making eye contact with him, and obviously listening in on the conversation. "I wonder how,” Vejita mumbled. "But you never use all your strength against me" Kakkarotto stated innocently. "Yes, but a scouter can still pick up on my full ki." The prince answered as he continued to ponder the skill. "Can you sense ki?" the boy asked, curious now. Nappa stared in amazement. He had no clue what was going on. The two were conversing as if they were siblings; however, he remained quiet as to not upset his prince. "Not without a scouter. No one can." Vejita said, eyeing the boy. "Well, I can. I sense ya right now. That’s how I know ya don’t use all your strength when we fight." Both Nappa and Vegita’s mouths fell open, though, the prince recovered much quicker, "And, can you sense others?" "Course." "Nappa, give me your scouter," Vejita snapped, taking the device from his bodyguard and putting it on, pressing a few buttons, and turning his attention back to the boy, "This says you have a ki of 1500." "1500? Is that good?" Kakkarotto asked, his head tilting to one side much like a dog. Vejita smirked, "Mines at 60,000." This time only Nappa’s mouth hung open. The prince had never revealed his power level to anyone. Now he was curious of the king’s power level. No one knew which of the two were the strongest. "60,000? Is that a lot higher?" Vejita frowned, just now realizing that the boy was as uneducated as he proved, "It means I’m forty times stronger than you." "That doesn’t make sense. I’m almost tha same as you." "Nonsense! Unless You’re able to hide you ki from the scouter" the prince said, mumbling the last, "Then, why do I defeat you so often?" " Cause it would make ya mad if I beat ya. I don’t wanna have ya mad at me." The boy said, almost pouting. "Hn. Fight me right now With everything you’ve got, and that’s an order." Swallowing hard, Kakkarotto stepped out into the middle of the large, empty hall, nodding. Nappa watched in amazement as the two began their match. It seemed the boy had been right. They were nearly equal, though it was obvious that the prince had more experience and skill. The boy left his guard open too often, and if the prince were fighting as ruthless as he normally did, the boy would be seriously injured. Vejita jerked the scouter from his face, tossing it to the floor. They’d been fighting for nearly an hour and it seemed Kakkarotto had been right, but the scouter had never indicated his ki going above 1500 the entire time. "That’s enough," he said, straightening his posture, "Tomorrow I demand you show me how you do it." Kakkarotto stood straight as well, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back a hand. He nodded, noting his master’s stern tone. Without saying a word, Vejita turned and started towards the exit. "I didn’t make ya mad, did I, Jita?" he questioned, jogging to catch up. Suddenly, a fist made contact with his jaw and he went sailing backwards, landing unceremoniously on his behind. Vejita turned on his heel, "Nappa! What do you think you’re doing?" he bellowed, going immediately to the boy’s side. Kakkarotto was clutching his jaw with both hands when Vejita extended and arm, offering a hand up. The boy took it without question. "Enough! No need to go on like a baby." The prince said, almost chuckling at the boy’s whining. Then he remembered "Nappa???" "Uh, sorry, Sire. The boy had ill-addressed you. I thought it was law to punish slaves for-" "Its fine," Vejita interrupted, "Just Don’t do it again. I’ve given Kakkarotto permission to behave how he likes." The bulky bodyguard felt that the day would never end in surprises. The prince seemed to be less frustrated and kinder. Nothing noticeable by others, but he’d spent so much time with the fiery Saiya-jin, that he did. Maybe the king had been right after all. Maybe some kind of sexual lust the prince had been unaware of was being fulfilled; however, he’d heard upon arriving that he still hadn’t chosen a mate. Nappa decided not to worry over it as they came to their room. All would be revealed in time. Nappa awoke early, having set his scouter to go off much like an alarm clock. He flung a bulky arm over the edge of the small bed, his fingers searching wildly for the device. Nappa sighed before deciding not to smash one of his last scouters in his large hand. Before long he was tromping through the common room, soon learning that neither Prince Vejita nor Kakkarotto were there. It didn’t take long for him to find them though. Breathing heavily, Kakkarotto bent, resting his hands on his knees, "I’m too hungry to fight anymore." "Is food all you ever think about?" Vejita said, earning an adorable grin from the boy. Adorable? Where the Hell did that come from? "Sire, shall we get some breakfast?" Nappa said, stepping into the doorway of the dull training hall. Kakkarotto all but sprinted down the few corridors that led to the mess hall. Soon all three were seated at a round table near the entrance. Nappa was somewhat amazed at the speed in which the boy inhaled his food. His prince didn’t even seem to notice. "Kakkarotto, really You’re going to choke or something." The prince said, speaking loud enough to be heard over the ruckus of quite a few other warriors. Chuckling, the boy gulped down the last of his large meal, leaning back in his chair while rubbing his overstuffed stomach with both hands. "Have some dignity." The prince mumbled, smirking. Almost smiling. "Sire, I really don’t understand" Nappa began, only to be cut off when his prince suddenly stood. "Let’s get back to training." Nodding, Kakkarotto stood, following his master out of the less crowded mess hall, leaving Nappa alone at the table. "Jita, I don’t think Nappa likes Me." "It doesn’t matter." The prince said as they took their places opposite one another in the larger of the two training halls in the palace. "I’m tired of training. Can’t we do something else?" Vejita straightened his posture, growling lightly, "Stop whining. Saiya-jin doesn’t whine." They’d been training for hours and had finally accomplished their goal. It had been nearly a month since Vejita had insisted Kakkarotto teach him this new technique that only a handful of Saiya-jins had even heard of. The prince was finding himself capable of picking up ki like a sixth sense. It was hard at first, but he was finding himself able to do it better and better the more he did it. It seemed the boy had been right. They were nearly equal in strength. Kakkarotto sighed, letting his arms drop limply to his sides. Without a word, he let himself fall backwards, bumping his head, lying flat on his back. Vejita almost gasped and hurried to the boy’s side. Kakkarotto chuckled when the princes upside down face came into view. "Please" "Fine," Vejita said, smirking down at the fool, "Just stop whining." The boy jumped to his feet, nearly knocking his master over, "What are we goin to do?" he asked excitedly, only getting a shrug in response. Vejita was finding it harder and harder to entertain the boy. His life consisted of training, eating, and sleeping, and in that order. Kakkarotto always wanted to "do something." He considered going outdoors, but soon changed his mind. He didn’t want his father to see how he allowed the boy to behave. Plus, it was dangerous outside. Kakkarotto was far too innocent and curious. If he turned his back for a moment and the boy wondered off, he could be stolen and sold into slavery again. These were desperate times. The rich were extremely rich, and the poor were extremely poor. Of course, nothing was going to be done about it. Who cared if a few poor Saiya-jin starved? Vejita hoped he’d never be king. He hated being prince. If it were that easy, he’d just leave, but where would he go? Snapping out of his thoughts, he began walking towards his quarters with Kakkarotto in tow. Their little naps were becoming more and more often. Now they were up to once a week. Stepping into the dull room, Vejita kicked off his boots and slid onto the couch, stretching out before relaxing. Kakkarotto stared in amazement. He’d noticed his master’s grace in battle, but this was different. It reminding him of some sort of elegant, sleek panther. Suddenly he had an urge to be closer to his master, to have some sort of contact. The boy snapped out of his trance and hurried over to the roomy couch, kicking off his boots before taking a seat near Vegita’s feet. Carefully, he swung his feet up onto the couch until they were behind his master. He too stretched before relaxing against the prince. Vejita opened his eyes at the feel of the boy’s entire body pressing against his own. Lifting his head, he could see that Kakkarotto was already asleep, hugging his bare feet to his chest as if they were a teddy bear. The boy’s hold was so gentle, his skin so warm. He’d never really thought about it before, but Kakkarotto was quite the specimen. He had pale ivory skin, ebony locks, and large eyes like inky windows into his soul. The boy’s soul had to be his best quality. So innocent and pure as if he’d never had an evil thought in his entire life, even though he’d been raised to be a pleasure slave. The prince closed his eyes, letting himself slip closer to sleep. Still, Kakkarotto invaded his thoughts. The boy was just so perfect. Even his physique was idea, as if he’d been chiseled to perfection by the Gods themselves. He was pretty much finished growing, standing at least a foot taller than the prince. Even after his years of training, he held a somewhat small frame instead of growing bulky and oversized. The prince smirked as his thoughts took a new direction: The boy had compact muscles like himself, thin waist, narrow hips, and a delicious looking ass. He obeyed, respected, and was honest with his prince. Actually, he seemed to be the ideal mate. Vegita’s eyes flew open at the thought. Where had that come from? Why was he thinking like this? He wasn’t a faggot! There was nothing wrong with noticing beauty in a fellow warrior. Beauty? Sighing, Vejita tried not to think about any of it. The more he thought, the more he confused himself. Soon, he was fast asleep. Kakkarotto grinned. He could feel the emotions radiating from his master. They were so strong they nearly overwhelmed him. They were friends. The electricity in the air foreshadowed something stronger than friendship, but Kakkarotto shrugged it off. He knew of no such thing, however, he was glad he had Vejita. The arrogant prince was the only person who’d ever been kind to him.

 Devour Me By: Hatti Lee* AKA Amalthea* AKA Saiyajin_Peach AKA Saiyajin_Peach_18

Authors Notes: Well, here we go again Another Goku & Vejita yaoi! Woo hoo! ^_^ In this one, Goku, or should I say Kakkarotto, is definitely OOC, but its all good. You’ll see. ^_~ I actually have this entire fic finished. Complete! I’ll be adding chapters weekly, but I may update faster, depending on reviews that is. Hint. Hint. ^_^ Oh, and I welcome any and all reviews. Be it from just a fan or a flamer! It’s all good here! Warnings: If you don’t already know, this is a yaoi fic, which means male/male intimacy. If you are uncomfortable with this, or if you’re just narrow-minded, I suggest you go elsewhere. Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own DragonBall Z or it’s characters, and, again, unfortunately, I’m not making any money off of this. So, please don't sue me! It's not like you'd get much anyway! ^_^ Thanks: Wow! Thanks for all the wonderful reviews! I didn't think I'd have this many especially since FF.Net went psycho on me! So, here's chapter six three days early! ^_^ Aren't I a sweetie? ^_^ Okay, if there's anyone left, on with the fic

Chapter Six

A month and a half later, the king was disappointed to see that his plan had backfired. Something was wrong. Something was terribly wrong. If he didn’t do something soon, his son would kill all of his palace guards. Nappa raised his head at the sound of his name being called, "Yes, Sire?" The king motioned for his son’s bodyguard to come close, and he did, "How’s my son?" "As frustrated as ever, Sire." "I don’t understand. Has he enjoyed the slave?" "The boy?" The king nodded, waiting impatiently for the slow-witted warrior to continue. "I don’t think so, Sire. Prince Vejita made it clear that he isnТt homosexual." "I see. Then, why was he so calm those many months when I’d first given him the slave?" King Vejita questioned curiously, his brows knitted in confusion. "It seemed they’d become friends, like brothers even, but now Prince Vejita is back to his old self again. I don’t know what happened." "Very well." The king muttered, waving Nappa away, watching as he retreated out of the room. This was getting ridiculous. He’d somehow convinced the royals to leave his son alone for a while, but now they were hounding him. Something had to be done. "Prince Vejita?" Kakkarotto sat up quickly to the sound of knocking. He rose from the couch and went to the door, opening it to see a short, pale blue creature. "Where is Prince Vejita?" the obvious guard asked in a feminine voice. Kakkarotto didn’t know how to behave. He hadn’t been addressed by anyone other than his master or Nappa in so long. So, he just stood silent, fearing to be punished. The guard was pleased; he’d found one of the prince’s slaves, "Inform Prince Vejita immediately that the king requests his presence at council along with his slave Kakkarotto." Kakkarotto lifted his gaze and watched as the small guard trotted off. He had to find his master. This seemed to be important. His stomach was tense as he ran down the corridors to the prince’s training hall. He didn’t want to see the king again. Memories flooded into his mind of the last time he’d seen the king. "Jita?" Kakkarotto said as he barged into the room, barely dodging a ki blast. Vejita growled low in his throat, "What is it?" Seeing the boy reminding himself of his frustrations. Everything had been so crazy lately. At first he’d been so eager to spend every second of his time with the boy. Now that he understood why, he’d been avoiding him, ordering him to remain at their quarters. Kakkarotto visibly cringed at the sound of his master’s tone; "This guy said you and me are supposed ta go to council immediately." Vejita wanted to smirk at the boy’s difficulty in pronouncing the last, but the message had already sunk in. Council. Something was wrong when you were ordered to go to council. "Very well. Let’s go." The prince said as he began his walk to the south wing followed closely by Kakkarotto. It seemed the boy had suddenly become the perfect slave he’d once been when they’d gone far enough into his father’s wing of the palace. Now that Vejita thought about it, Kakkarotto had only ever been in his wing and the royal training hall. Surely he wasn’t scared, was he? What was there to be afraid of? With a quick glance, the prince’s guess was confirmed. The boy was obviously nervous. His hands were fidgeting and it seemed his mind was battling as he tried to decide whether to slip back into slave mode or remain as Vejita had ordered him. Finally, they came to a large set of double doors made of a rich chocolate wood. Two insignificant guards opened the door for his Royal Highness and the slave. As they stepped into the room, Kakkarotto slipped back into slave mode out of fear. From what he could see, the room was well lit with large rectangular table taking up most of the space. He couldn’t see how many, but there were many chairs with many royals occupying them. As they stepped closer to the well-polished table, obviously made from the same wood as the doors, Kakkarotto could see that notes and documents littered its surface sporadically. Everyone’s attention turned to the prince as he entered the room. Quickly, all but King Vejita rose from their seats. "Have a seat, my good prince." An older man offered, gesturing to a large chair, not as large as the king’s, however, at the end of the table, just opposite the king. "What is this all about?" Vejita questioned with a scowl on his face. "Let’s keep calm now, son. The council has decided to meet over the issue of you choosing a mate." King Vejita said, watching as his son’s eyes narrowed in anger. Vejita was fully aware the moment the word "mate" had left his father’s mouth, and he noticed all too easily that Kakkarotto, who was standing at his side, had flinched. "I see. Then, why was my slave ordered here as well?" his question was dismissed, however, by a wave of his father’s hand. "Prince Vejita, in six months you’ll be twenty-five. In the history of Planet Vejita, no king-to-be over twenty has been without a mate." Stated a rather old Saiya-jin with white hair and small spectacles. Another council member continued where the previous one left off, "Therefore the council has decided that if you do not choose a mate in six months time, one will be chosen for you." "The ceremony will be held a week after your birthday." Finished one of the younger members, rising from his seat along with the others. Vegita’s teeth were clenched, causing the muscles of his jaw to protrude ever so slightly. Kakkarotto, however, picked up on it easily and knew that his dear master was far more than upset. The royals gathered their papers and exited in the room in silence. Soon, all that remained was the king, the prince, and the slave. "Father, this is ridiculous. What Is the importance of my choosing a mate?" Vejita said with strained calmness. "The royals fear a king without an heir. In times such as these it makes for easy rebellion." "That makes no sense. You are king and you have an heir." Vejita all but growled. "Yes, but imagine the distress if I were assassinated tomorrow. You would be a king without an heir." King Vejita said, almost smirking at his son’s realization. Vejita growled, casting his gaze to the side, where Kakkarotto stood, which reminded him, "What does any of this have to do with Kakkarotto?" "I see now my error in ordering him your slave. I apologize if I’ve offended you." This time it was the prince’s turn to smirk. It wasn’t often his father apologized for anything. He watched as his father stood and he too rose from his seat. "He is a good slave though. So, I’ll keep with my others. It’s good to have some variety." The king said, winking at his son. Kakkarotto paled visibly. No. This wasn’t what was supposed to happen. Not when he and Vejita were becoming so close. He couldn’t imagine loosing the one person who’d ever been kind to him. No. It just couldn’t be this way "No Jita" Kakkarotto murmured, looking up to see the surprised eyes of his master. Suddenly a large hand made contact with his face, causing him to slip out of consciousness for but a second. "Father, is this really necessary? Kakkarotto and I have become," the prince paused for a moment, grimacing at the truth, "friends." "Is that so? Well, I’m afraid this boy wasn’t cut out to be a soldier or a warrior for that matter. He’s a pleasure slave. He will always be a third class pleasure slave. We cant have the prince being seen conversing with a slave like they were friends." With that the king headed for the door. Kakkarotto didn’t care about his manners at the moment. He was being separated from his one and onlyЕ Friend. Vejita had admitted to that much. It was the happiest and saddest day of his life. Vejita starred into the boy’s eyes, which were becoming more and more watery by the second. He had to do something Say something But why? Why did it hurt so much to think that he may never seen the boy again? He wasn’t a faggot! Was he? Instead of speaking up, the prince just watched as Kakkarotto finally turned and followed his father out of the room. Kakkarotto had been placed in a guardТs care once theyТd reached the kingТs personal wing. The guard was a tall lanky man of an unknown species. His skin was a play yellow, causing him to look sicklier than he really was. "Wait in here." The guard ordered in a surprisingly deep voice as he shoved Kakarotto in a large room, closing the doors and standing guard outside to room to assure the boy didnТt escape. The king had warned him that the boy was in a rebellious mood since heТd just been plucked from his previous masterТs side. Kakarotto stumbled into the room, taking in his surroundings. The large four-posted bed, the bright colored walls, and the enormous chestnut dresser. He was in the kingТs bedroom. In his entire life, Kakarotto had been scared many times, but heТd never been terrified like this. It wasnТt only his life that was in danger, but something more. It was a curse. He was to forever be near the one person he cared about, his best friend, but heТd never be able to talk to him or touch him again. It was hopeless. Wiping a single tear from his cheek and blinking several times to assure that no more tears slipped through, Kakarotto kneeled at the end of the bed, fixing his gaze on the floor.

 Devour Me By: Hatti Lee* AKA Amalthea* AKA Saiyajin_Peach AKA Saiyajin_Peach_18

Authors Notes: Well, here we go againЕ Another Goku & Vejita yaoi! Woo hoo! ^_^ In this one, Goku, or should I say Kakarotto, is definitely OOC, but itТs all good. YouТll see. ^_~ I actually have this entire fic finished. Complete! IТll be adding chapters weekly, but I may update faster, depending on reviews that is. Hint. Hint. ^_^ Oh, and I welcome any and all reviews. Be it from just a fan or a flamer! ItТs all good here! Warnings: If you donТt already know, this is a yaoi fic, which means male/male intimacy. If you are uncomfortable with this, or if youТre just narrow-minded, I suggest you go elsewhere. Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own DragonBall Z or itТs characters, and, again, unfortunately, IТm not making any money off of this. So, please don't sue me! It's not like you'd get much anyway! ^_^ Thanks: Wow! Thanks for all the wonderful reviews! Here's yet another chapter out early. ^_^ Okay, if there's anyone left, on with the ficЕ

Chapter Seven

"Sire, where have you been?" Nappa questioned, nearly tackling his prince as he rounded a corner. "I went for a walk." Vejita answered calmly, completely unlike himself. "Outside the palace? ThatТs dangerous," with that Nappa decided to change topics, knowing this one was headed no where, "I heard you were in CouncilЕ What happened?" Once theyТd entered their quarters, Vejita complied with his bodyguard's questions, "IТve been ordered to choose a mate by my twenty-fifth birthday. If I donТt, they will choose one for me." Nappa was dumb, but he wasn’t retarded. Obviously there was something more to the story. Normally being ordered to do something only angered the proud prince, causing him to hurl things at anyone and everyone. Watching as Vejita took a seat on the dull couch, Nappa took a seat across from him. It seemed it was going to be one of those few times where they behaved as friends Where Vejita would open up to him Vejita held his composure for as long as possible, but relaxing on the very couch where he and the boy had been nearly Intimate It was too much. "My father decided that it had been wrong for him to push a male slave on me like that. So, he took Kakarotto away." Nappa knew that this wasn’t a good thing. The prince had become especially close with the boy. They were like brothers Best friends "Nappa" Snapping out of his thoughts, the bulky bodyguard looked up to see his prince a little stronger, "Uh Yes, Sire?" "How many slaves do I have?" "Near ten, I’m guessing." Nappa answered, narrowing his eyes in curiosity. "Have them all sent to my father. Tell him that I don’t need any distractions while I search for a mate." Vejita said, the last coming out in his usual hard voice. Besides, this was all nonsense. He quickly rose from his seat and went to his room to change. He needed to train and get his mind off everything. Nappa bowed slightly before trotting off to do as he was told. It wasn’t far down the hall. He paused in front of the narrow double doors before entering, closing the doors behind him. The room was large, but not nearly large enough for ten women. Quickly he learned that it was actually eight. Prince Vejita owned eight slaves. That was nothing compared to the king; however, Nappa had heard through other guards that the king didn’t have near as many as he’d once had. There just wasn’t time to shop for women when the planet was being threatened so often. "Ladies, whose in charge here?" Nappa said, interrupting their chatter. "I am." The voice was that of the oldest woman in the room. She couldn’t have been older than thirty, but she was the oldest, which automatically put her in charge of the rest of the women. "You have an hour. Have all these women including yourself gather only your most precious belongings and one change of clothes. Your master, the good prince, has decided to give you to the king himself." Nappa said, pressing a button on his scouter to set a timer before exiting the room. "Well, you heard him." The brunette said, turning to gather her things. "Can you believe it! I barely even got to see Prince Vejita!" Hanna protested, throwing her hands on her hips. She was next in line to being the oldest. "I wouldn’t complain." Came a tiny voice. Hanna turned to see that it had been Emerarudo who’d decided to join in the conversation. Nearly every slave was jealous of the lovely "emerald." "What’s that supposed to mean?" Hanna said, her voice raising a notch as she lifted her right hand from her hip, using it to flip her shimmering blonde hair. "Well," Eme began, speaking ever so softly, "You’re lucky the prince never used you." Hanna glared at the girl trying to decide whether or not that had been an insult. She was enraged just looking at her. Jealousy was a powerful thing. Eme had beautiful pale green skin. It wasn’t like most. It wasn't fleshy, scaly, or smooth. Her skin felt almost like a fine powder, cool and dry at the same time, glittering like sand at her joints. Her fingers and toes were webbed in a strangely elegant way, and her eyes were the deepest green, like emeralds. Turned out that she was from another planet far away, where shed lived at the bottom of a large ocean. Few had seen the gills behind her ears, but Hanna knew they were there. Eme wasn’t the type to lie. "Hanna, come on. Lets just get our stuff together." Chiisai pleaded, hoping her friend didn’t get into another argument. They’d all told their sob stories. Chiisai, Hanna, Kurisutaru, and Eko had been sold into slavery when they were just toddlers. Their parents couldn’t afford to feed them, much less themselves, and had been forced to give up their precious daughters but never their sons. Riko had been stolen from her parents, so she said, but many guessed that she too had been sold. It was quite depressing to think that even your parents hadn’t seen your importance. No wonder there weren’t many Saiyajin women. They were all slaves! Jiyu had offered herself into slavery. She was a very strange girl indeed and the youngest of them all, having just recently turned twenty-two. Seido, the oldest of them was also different. She was Saiyajin, but her skin was much darker than most had seen, rich like chocolate. Her hair and eyes were also a deep, rich chocolate, much darker than her skin however. (A/N: Emerarudo translates to Emerald, Kurisutaru translates to Crystal, Eko translates to Echo, Riko translates to Clever, Jiyu translates to Loose, and Seido translates to Bronze.) Eme was like the many other slaves that populated the Planet Vejita. Her planet had been taken over by the Saiyajin and she’d been taken into slavery. Wait a minute, are you saying he’s used you?" Hanna questioned out of curiosity now. Eme ran a hand through her dark green hair, her fingers working quickly to twist it into a long braid, "Yes, only a few times though." "That can’t be true. Everyone here says that he’s never enjoyed any slave." Hanna said, her tone much calmer now as she watched the green girl slip a few pieces of jewelry into a cloth bag resembling a pillowcase that had been altered. "That’s enough. Most of the girls here are new like yourself," Seido interrupted, "Eme and myself are the only slaves that Prince Vejita purchased himself. I was only twenty then. That was nearly eight years ago." Many of the girl’s mouths hung open in disbelief. Seido had waited until now to tell them this!

  "Are you saying you were his first?" Eko questioned, her extremely short red hair bouncing as she stepped closer. Normally she was much, much more talkative. Seido nodded, causing Hanna to gasp, "So, you’re saying that you and Eme are the only women that he’s ever been with?" "No, I’ve heard that he’s taken many of the slave women that work in the palace. I’ve even heard that a few didn’t survive it." Eko said, letting the gossip bug take hold of her. Her last sentence caused the room to gasp in shock and fear. "Okay, okay, that’s enough of this. You know how much trouble we’ll get into for talking about our master like this?" Seido said, not really knowing what had gotten into her. The women continued with what they were doing, nearly all of them finished packing what little jewelry they’d collected, a few personal items, and a single change of clothes. They’d be provided with more clothes later, clothes that better suited their new master’s tastes. Vejita watched out of the corner of his eye as Nappa began walking out of the room, "Where are you going?" the prince questioned, stopping his training in midair. "You ordered me to give your slaves to King Vejita." Nappa said, a little confused that his prince had forgotten already. Vejita landed swiftly, wiping the sweat from his brow. He remembered giving the order. It was only right. He didn’t need slaves any more. It wasn’t because he needed to choose a mate. It was because there was only one person that he wanted. "No." he mumbled, shaking the thought from his head. This was crazy! Why couldn’t he get his thoughts clear? "Sire, do you want me to do it or not?" Nappa questioned, a puzzled look coming over his face. His prince didn’t answer though. Instead, he gestured for him to follow him. Nappa smirked as they made their way to his slaves quarters, Vejita was reminding him of the king. There were many gasps as the prince barged into the colorful room, "My father will be pleased. Take them to him immediately. Its late, he should be in his quarters." "Yes, Sire." Nappa said, stepping forward to count the women and get them together. Vejita watched as his bodyguard worked. He didnТt recognize any of the women. Wait, he did recognize that one. The lovely bronze one. She’d been a present from his father on his seventeenth birthday. His father had taken him to shop for a woman to be his first. He’d chosen this one. He stepped forward, quickly capturing the woman’s chin in his hand, surprising everyone in the room. "Master?" Seido questioned, keeping her gaze to the floor. "Nappa, I think I’ll keep this one." Nappa was a little shocked. He’d never seen the prince act intimate with a woman in his life. Vejita said it was a weakness to be so soft and romantic. Nappa quickly remembered what he’d been told and nodded. That’s when the lovely green one caught his attention. Yes, he remembered her. He’d gone with his father to prepare a shipment of slaves that were to be sent to a nearby king to repay him for sending his most powerful soldiers to aid in a battle. He remembered seeing her shivering in one of the many cages and demanded that she be his. Vejita smirked, eyeing his emerald. "And this one." He said, making sure Nappa knew which he was talking about before he exited the room, heading back to the training hall. It was obvious to Nappa why his prince wanted to keep the two slaves; they were both very beautiful, "Well, you heard the prince. You two stay here. The rest, follow me." Kakarotto nearly cried out in surprise as the front doors flew open. The boy could tell that it was the king by the scent of him. "Ah, such a good slave." The king said, forgetting his stress as he laid eyes on the lovely boy. As he’d expected, the boy didn’t make a move. He was going to enjoy this. The king quickly removed his gloves and boots, followed by his red cloak and shinning armor, leaving him in only a navy blue bodysuit much like the ones the prince wore. "Now, Kakarotto, is it? Undress." Kakarotto shuttered at what was to follow. He hated having to do this. It wasn’t that he was shy, he just hated what he knew was to follow once he was naked. Slowly, he untied the white sash around his waist, letting it drop to the floor along with his dull blue gi pants, which he soon stepped out of. Ignoring the king’s approving remarks, he continued by pulling the dull blue sleeveless shirt over his head, letting it too drop to the floor. Now he was completely naked and feeling more than a little vulnerable. "Very nice." The king said, stepping forward to fondle his newest slave. The boy was exquisite with his pale white skin and black features. "Get on the bed." He ordered, quickly discarding the rest of his clothing and joining Kakarotto on the bed. It seemed the boy wasn’t the type to enjoy himself. It didn’t matter. The king leaned forward, licking the boys ear as he whispered what he wanted. Kakarotto grimaced inwardly, watching out of the corner of his eye as the king lay back, spreading his legs. He’d been taught to follow orders. He’d been taught to follow orders. Repeating the thought didn’t help as he lowered his face to the king’s large erection. He had to do as he was told. What good would it do to disobey? He’d only be killed. Without another thought he lowered his head to carry out his king’s… His master’s request. King Vejita closed his eyes as the boy’s tongue intruded his body, causing him to breathe deeply, groaning from time to time. He groaned a bit louder, lifting his hips off the mattress as his erection was nearly swallowed. A finger had replaced the tongue and he was on the verge of completion. Kakarotto nearly gagged as the king’s seed filled his mouth. He quickly swallowed as he’d been ordered and withdrew, waiting for his next order. The king gasped for a few moments before sitting up, "Now" he began, glad that he was finally going to get the chance to fuck the boy senseless. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Growling, King Vejita rose from the bed, pulling on a large navy blue robe, "It seems we’ll have to finish this later. Get your clothes and get cleaned up. There’s another door in the washroom that leads to my slaves quarters. That is where you stay unless called for." Kakarotto quickly rose, gathering his clothes, and making his way into the large washroom, closing the door behind him. It seemed that the king wasn’t used to living without his luxuries. Prince Vejita lived with the minimal, insisting that any and all frills were for the weak. King Vejita threw open his door, surprised to see Nappa, his son’s bodyguard, accompanied by six slave women, "What the Hell is all this about?" Nappa swallowed nervously, "Prince Vejita ordered that these slaves be sent to Your Highness immediately, saying that they are too much of a distraction while he searches for a mate." "Hmph. Very well. Take them to my slave’s quarters." The king said through a smirk, gesturing to the narrow double doors just down the hall before closing the door in NappaТs face. His son was being awfully spiteful. Oh well. Maybe it was enough to calm him down and set his mind to what was at hand. The king stopped his worries; it was pointless. What he needed was some sleep. Kakarotto used the soap, since he couldn’t find any toothpaste or mouthwash, to rinse his mouth again. Once he was satisfied, he pulled on his clothes and opened the door to the room he’d been told was his new home. Upon entering, there were many gasps from at least twenty women. The room was enormous, slightly larger than the king’s own room. "Who are you?" demanded a tall, yellow-skinned woman. Her hair and eyes were a bright red, contrasting nicely to her pale yellow skin. She was tall and stout. Here ears were pointed, she had no nose, and it seemed as though she only had four fingers on each hand. "Kakarotto!" The boy was surprised when he was suddenly tackled by, "Hanna, and Chiisai" "You’re a slave?" the yellow woman questioned. "Yes, he’s one of us." Hanna said, throwing the woman a look that said, "No shit!" "Well, like I told the others My name is Nikko, and I’m in charge since I’m the oldest." (A/N: Nikko translates to Sunshine.) "Okay." Kakarotto answered simply, causing the women to roll her eyes before walking away, leaving him to be greeted by Hanna, Chiisai, and four other women. "I thought you were Jita’s slaves, why are you here?" the boy questioned, looking from the blonde to the brunette. "Prince Vejita has given us to the king," Chiisai answered, "What about you? I thought you were one of the prince’s slaves too?" "Are you saying that Prince Vejita had a male slave?" Jiyu asked, her eyes bulging in shock. "It’s pretty crazy. I don’t mind telling ya, but right now I just wanna sleep. Kay?" After receiving several nods and a blanket and pillow, he made his way to an empty space along one of the bright-colored walls. Soon he was lying comfortable and on the verge of sleep. The truth was, he didn’t want to talk about it. In his mind, Vejita would always be his master.

 Devour Me By: Hatti Lee* AKA Amalthea* AKA Saiyajin_Peach AKA Saiyajin_Peach_18

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Chapter Eight

Several days had passed and Prince Vejita was training harder than ever, deep in thought. He felt as if he were going mad. He’d enjoyed himself with each of his two remaining slaves. Of course it had been pleasurable, but he yearned for something more. Baring his teeth, he attacked Nappa, throwing swift kicks and punches at full power. He wasn’t a faggot! "Sire, please!" Nappa bellowed, backing away quickly when the prince paused in their sparring. Breathing heavily, the slow-witted bodyguard watched his prince; it was obvious he was deep in thought. Vejita’s eyes were open, but he wasn’t really seeing. Maybe he needed to enjoy himself with a male, just to see if that was what he yearned for. No. He knew that the aching he felt wasn’t something that could be remedied with physical pleasure. He needed more. Love? Love was a weakness, but he could remember not so long ago when he’d felt the beginnings of the cruel emotion. Vejita opened his eyes at the feel of the boy nudging his thigh with his head as he repositioned himself. Soon, he stilled, and the prince closed his eyes again. Before long, they were both fast asleep. Yes, Kakarotto. No wonder he’d felt so hurt when his father had taken the boy away. He needed to get the boy back. Even if he was unsure about his feelings, he knew he didn’t want anyone other than himself in Kakarotto’s presence, touching him The thought caused him to snap back into reality. "Nappa, your services are no longer need for the day." With that he stomped off, heading for his father’s quarters. It was quite early, surely he’d still be there. Before long he was standing before the doors of his father’s chambers. He paused, taking a deep breath. He hadn’t seen his father in a couple of days. He’d had Nappa inform his father that herd be unable to come to the throne room each morning, insisting that he didn’t want any distractions while he chose a mate. Funny, though he’d rid himself of distractions, Kakarotto haunted his mind. Finally, he raised a hand to knock, knowing full well that his father was inside, since he was able to feel ki now. "What is it? Oh, Vejita, and to what do I owe this pleasure?" the king said, half-dressed. "Father, I’ve been racking my mind, trying to think which of the many women I’ve encountered would make the perfect mate" "And?" the king interrupted, "I’m pressed for time as it is. I have to be in the throne room in less than ten minutes." Vejita fought back the urge to snap at his father, instead continuing with his charade, "As I was saying, I’m quite stressed, and the truth of the matter is that I was hoping for a slave to relieve that stress." "This makes no sense. You gave me all of your slaves." The king said, leaving his chamber doors open as he stepped back into the room to continue getting dressed. "Yes, but I’m afraid you took away the one that I had yet to enjoy." Vejita said, hoping his father caught on, he did not look forward to explaining it. King Vejita’s eyes lit up at the realization of his sonТs words, "I see, but you said that you and the boy were friends, and IТ gotten word from Nappa that the two of you had conversations like you were brothers, not lovers." Vejita swallowed, knowing that his father was going to say this, "Yes, well, it’s something to be ashamed of when you yearn for male intimacy, and the conversations, have you never had a conversation with one of your slaves?" The king eyed his son for a moment before smirking, "Then, I was right all along. Well, he’s in my slaves quarters. Help yourself, he’s all yours. I need to be going. So, if you’ll excuse me." Vejita nodded his thanks to his father as he left, his cloak billowing behind him as he turned a corner. Pausing again before another set of double doors, slightly narrower, Vejita finally worked up the nerve to enter, throwing the doors open to see quite a large number of slaves. Kakarotto lifted his head to the sound, forgetting his manners as he laid eyes on the face of his true master. He couldn’t stop the grin that spread across his face. "Jita!" He exclaimed, jumping to his feet and running to the prince, his tail flowing behind him as he tackled his master. Prince Vejita smirked, "Hey, chibi. Let’s get out of here." With that, the two of them left, leaving the remaining slaves in shock. "Can you believe it?" Hanna questioned, turning to gape at Chiisai who only shook her head. It was unbelievable. Their little Kakkarotto had won the heart of the prince. "Jita, I didn’t think you’d come. I’m so glad to see you." Kakkarotto went on as they made their way to their quarters. Vejita became suddenly all too aware of the warm hands that were holding his left arm in a near death grip. Actually, it was a strong yet very, very gentle hold. Almost like an Embrace. Vejita pulled away as they reached their destination, but he found himself pausing before yet another door. "Kakkarotto, I have a lot of things on my mind. I want you to stay in my slave’s quarters, okay?" Kakkarotto nodded. Was it him? Why did his own master refuse his touch? He took a few steps back as Vejita began to show him to the doors. "No, it’s okay. I know where it is." Kakkarotto said, entering the room, closing the doors behind him. Vejita sighed. He knew this wasn’t much better, but at least he knew that the boy wasn’t being used. Now he was free to his thoughts, and the only way he could think was to train. EmeТs eyes grew wide when she saw the strange man step into the room. She glanced to Seido. The dark woman was keeping her manners. So, Eme followed suit. Whoever this was, he was Saiyajin, which meant he was above her. "Hi. My name’s Kakkarotto. I guess I’ll be staying here for a while." At that, both women’s heads snapped up, "Are you saying you’re a slave?" Seido asked, watching the boy wearily as he came closer, plopping down on the floor near them. "Yup." "I’m guessing you’re Prince VejitaТs slave since you’re here." Eme said, pulling at her unruly dark green tresses. "Yeah, but I don’t think he wants me. He just doesn’t want anyone else ta have me." Kakarotto said, sulking. He wasn’t a complete moron. He knew well enough what he was. He’d never actually started his training, but he’d lived there nearly all of his life. He belonged to the prince. He belonged to Jita. Why didn’t he enjoy him? "Well, that’s a lot better than you think." Eme said, leaning back against some of the plush satin pillows that filled the room. Two months time had passed and Vejita found that he’d gotten absolutely nowhere. "Sire, I don’t think this is good for you." Nappa said, leaning against the cool dull metal walls of the prince’s training hall. "What?" Vejita snapped, turning from his invisible training partner, hovering in midair. "I know it’s not my place to say but something’s wrong, isnТt it?" "Hn." Was the prince’s only answer as he floated down out of the air, landing with a tap of his boots. "All this training isnТt helping. If you don’t choose a mate within the next four months, they’ll choose one for you." "Do you think I don’t know that?" Vejita yelled, storming towards the daft bodyguard. "Uh Sorry, Sire It just seemed that you’ve been deep in thought for some time now. Maybe" "What Nappa?" Vejita yelled when it seemed the bulky warrior wasn’t going to continue, "By all means, grace me with you intellect!" "Maybe you should just act on instinct. Do what feels right." Nappa said, starting off yelling and ending in a soft tone. VejitaТs eyes were wide. That was perhaps the smartest thing the man had ever said. Maybe he was right. Maybe he should stop worrying about his brain and stick to his heart. His brain told him that homosexuality was disgusting. His heart could care less. His brain ordered him to be proud and arrogant and strong. His heart wanted him to seek what his body ached for. His brain told him the boy was nothing more than a third class, orphaned pleasure slave. His heart told him that Kakarotto was the love of his life. VejitaТs eyes grew wider, if that was possible. Love of his life? Where had that come from? He wasn’t even sure if he wanted to go through with this. "Maybe you should just act on instinct. Do what feels right." The words echoed in his mind. Quickly, he regained his composure. "Nappa, thanks. Take leave for the rest of the day." Vejita said, blurting out the last as he turned and bolted for the door. Nappa wasn’t quite sure what’d gotten into his prince, but what he’d said really seemed to shock him.

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Chapter Nine

Seido, Eme, and Kakarotto all looked up when the door suddenly flung open to reveal the Saiyajin prince breathing quite heavily. He was thinner than usual, but still quite attractive. "Come on, chibi." Was all he said as he turned and stepped out of view. Kakarotto smiled, quickly rising to his feet as he hurried to the door. He gave his two new friends a quick wave before closing the door behind him. Soon, they were in the common room of Vejita and NappaТs quarters. "Sit down," ordered the prince, continuing once the boy had taken a seat on the couch, "I’ve been thinking" "JitaЕ" "Huh?" Vejita said, stopping in his pacing to look the boy in the eyes. "I forgive you." Vejita’s eyes narrowed in confusion as he stepped closer, taking a seat far too close to the boy, "For what?" Kakarotto’s breath quickened at the proximity of his master, "For taking so long." It was barely a whisper. "Chibi" Vejita whispered in return, lifting a hand to trace the boy’s jaw down to his chin, pulling him closer. The prince let his eyes slide shut as the two kissed for the first time. It was anything but awkward since the prince was well experienced. It was slow and wonderful. Kakarotto all but melted into the touch, when suddenly, he felt the warm electricity of Vejita’s tongue gliding over his lips, not asking, more like gently demanding, permission inside. Vejita smirked ever so slightly as permission was quickly granted and he took his time exploring the new wonders of the boy’s mouth. It didn’t take long for him to begin his own exploration, his tongue coming alive but remaining submissive. Finally, the prince pulled back, pleased to see that the boy’s eyes were still closed, his lips still pursed. Without saying a word Vejita rose from the couch, making his way into his private chambers. He quickly discarded his clothes and got into bed. As predicted, it didn’t take long for the boy to come to him. Kakarotto didn’t bother knock, stepping into the prince’s room, closing the door behind him. "Yes?" Vejita asked, a smirk on his lips. He watched closely as the boy stepped closer, his fingers tracing his lips were VejitaТs had been only moments ago. "Would you taste me again, please?" Kakarotto questioned in a voice barely above a whisper. Vejita could see the boy’s lust filled expression clearly in the dim room. He didn’t feel quite ready to go all the way with the boy but another taste wouldn’t hurt. Smirking, he simply nodded. He was pleased to see the boy smile and then shocked when he began pulling at the sash around his waste. Before long he was standing before him completely naked. Breathtaking. That was the only word to describe him. Lifting the thin blanket, Vejita watched as Kakarotto climbed in bed with him, smiling like a fool. They lay together for a moment, just staring at one another. Then, the prince noticed the ever so slight blush on the boy’s almost feminine face. "Please, Jita" Kakarotto said, begging as he blushed further. Vejita had to force himself to suppress the groan that threatened to escape him. The way he was saying his name It was surely going to be the end of him. Smirking, he reached a hand up to the boy’s jaw, gently caressing the smooth skin further and further back until his hand was at the back of Kakarotto’s head, gently pulling him closer. He watched as the boy’s heavy eyelids fell closed as they neared. Vejita swallowed the moan that erupted from the boy and into his mouth, fighting the urge to vocalize his pleasure himself. The prince was surprised when their bodies were suddenly pressed together as the boy sidled up against him. Kakarotto gasped at the feel of his masterТs erection pressing against his abdomen, "Please" Vejita finally pulled back, smirking to see the boy breathing deeply from their most recent tongue dual, "No. Not yet. Go to sleep." Kakarotto frowned as he started to get up. It was strange that he wanted this so much. He was usually so uncomfortable with even the idea of being used for pleasure, but it was different with Vejita. "No," Vejita said, wrapping an arm around the boy’s sensual waist to keep him from leaving, "Sleep here." Kakarotto half smiled, pressing himself back into his master, "I’m sorry I’m not better." "It has nothing to do with you. Go to sleep Chibi." Vejita said, lying on his back, the boy’s head resting on his chest, an arm draped over his body, and one leg draped over both of his, causing the boy’s ever present erection to press against him. He was informed of the boy’s slumber by light snoring. Vejita smirked again, lifting an arm to drape over Kakarotto. It eased his mind to feel the boy so close, but he wasn’t ready for anything more than this. His heart was telling him to take it slow. Nappa rubbed his face roughly as he rose from his bed. Mornings had always been hard for him. Yawning widely, he pulled on his black spandex shorts and full armor, grabbing his scouter from his dresser as he made his way into the common room, wrapping his tail around his waist. He was surprised to see the prince stepping out of his room at the exact same time, wearing only a pair of loose-fitting black gi pants tied with a white sash. "Good morning, Sire." Nappa greeted, still wary of his prince. The last couple of times theyТd spoken the prince had been rather moody. It was dangerous to speak plainly with royalty when their frame of mind was uncertain. Vejita plopped down on the couch, "Morning." Nappa cautiously sat in a chair opposite his prince, he seemed to be fine, "Are things better since yesterday?" "Actually, yes, they are. Your words of advice helped quite a bit." "Are you better now?" "I believe so." Vejita said, suddenly feeling the boy’s ki nearing him. Glancing to his left, he could see that Kakarotto was up, dressed in only his gi pants. Kakarotto smiled upon seeing his master, making his way to the couch, his bare feet padding against cold metal floor, "Morning, Jita." Vejita nodded in reply, smirking at his bumbling bodyguard’s open mouth shock. The boy flopped onto the couch, cuddling up against him, rubbing his eyes sleepily. "I’m hungry." Kakarotto stated simply, his stomach rumbling as if on cue. Several days passed and this routine continued. Nappa was more than surprised, more than shocked, especially after hearing the prince badmouth homosexuality not so long ago. Now the prince stayed in his quarters all day with the boy, leaving only for meals. "What are ya going ta do about picking a mate?" Kakarotto asked, his head hanging off the couch, back against the seat, and legs dangling over the back. "I donТt want to talk about this," Vejita said, stepping out of the washroom wearing only a pair of gi pants, "How old did you say you were? Sixteen?" "Nn Well, I was told ta say I was sixteen, but I’m really fourteen. I’ll be fifteen in the month of harvest." Kakarotto said, watching as the prince sat across from him in a dull armchair. "Okay, so, your mother died while you were still an infant, and your father died in battle when you were four," Vejita waited until the boy nodded before he continued, "And your father’s slaves you’d been living with were freed, but they soon sold you into slavery for their own survival?" "Yup." Kakarotto said, swinging up out of his odd position only to be faced with a sudden head rush. "When did you start training?" "Ever since I can remember. My dad always said that strength comes first. After he died, well, it was all I ever really had," Kakarotto paused, finally having regained focused vision, "Why do you want ta know so much about me?" "Just curious. Why? Do you want to know anything about me?" "Umm" Kakkarotto thought, looking up at the ceiling for a moment, "Well, I already know you’re gonna be twenty-five  In the month of… When is your birthday?" Vejita smirked at the boy’s simplicity, "In the month of reproduction actually." "Where’s your mom?" "My mother died in childbirth. My father used to tell me when I was young that she was the most beautiful woman who ever lived." Kakarotto grinned, "I’m sure she was. Just look at you. Ya don’t look like your dad that much!" "What do you mean?" the prince questioned, especially since most said they were nearly identical. "Well, you’re smaller, smoother, not all big and bulky looking, and you’re," Kakarotto paused, taking on a serene look, "Prettier." Vejita became suddenly serious, letting their topic venture further in the direction it was generally headed, "Had you begun your training as a slave?" "Then, why so obedient?" Vejita asked after the boy had shook his head in answer to his previous question. "I’ve been living there since I was so little I just started acting like they told me I was going ta have ta act once I was eighteen." "So, you’ve never been enjoyed?" "Twice." Vejita looked up, feeling strangely jealous, "When? Who?" "Just before I was giving to you and a couple months ago" "Who?" Vejita interrupted impatiently. "The king." Kakarotto said in a whisper, feeling ashamed of his betrayal. Vejita was in shock. What was his father thinking? Using the boy just before giving him to his own son!? Using the boy just after he’d made it clear that Kakkarotto was his friend!? Then, Vejita realized that he was angry, very angry. Kakkarotto was his. How dare anyone think to even look at him?! "I’m sorry, Jita." The whisper was barely heard, instantly calming the prince. Kakkarotto thought it was his fault? "No, don’t be. There was nothing you could do. Refusing this king is like asking for death," Vejita said, his voice becoming unexpectedly soothing as he continued, "I should have been there for you. How can I make it up to you?" Kakkarotto instantly began grinning. Vejita cared, he really cared. Then, he thought of something, and if it was possible, his grin spread further. "What?" the prince asked through a half smile, chuckling. "Can we go outside? Please" "Of course, just stop whining."

 Devour Me By: Hatti Lee* AKA Amalthea* AKA Saiyajin_Peach AKA Saiyajin_Peach_18

Authors Notes: Well, here we go againЕ Another Goku & Vejita yaoi! Woo hoo! ^_^ In this one, Goku, or should I say Kakarotto, is definitely OOC, but itТs all good. YouТll see. ^_~ I actually have this entire fic finished. Complete! Seems I'm updating every three to four days, but even that could change, depending on reviews that is. Hint. Hint. ^_^ Oh, and I welcome any and all reviews. Be it from just a fan or a flamer! ItТs all good here! Warnings: If you donТt already know, this is a yaoi fic, which means male/male intimacy. If you are uncomfortable with this, or if youТre just narrow-minded, I suggest you go elsewhere. Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own DragonBall Z or itТs characters, and, again, unfortunately, IТm not making any money off of this. So, please don't sue me! It's not like you'd get much anyway! ^_^ Thanks & Dedication: This semi-short chapter is for you Kokoro, my biggest fan! ^_^ Yes, I've received your emailsЕ Thank you so much! Enjoy! ^_^ Okay, if there's anyone left, on with the ficЕ

Chapter Ten

Nappa stood from his seat at the table he normally shared with his prince and the boy. He’d returned late from a meeting and had missed dinner. Only a few warriors remained in the smaller mess hall as he stepped briskly towards the exit. Since Vejita had been insisting on privacy with the boy, heТd signed up for guard duty. It was just something to keep him from mischievous boredom. Soon, he was out of the prince’s dull wing of the palace and traveling through the elaborate corridors towards the main entrance of the palace. Many guards were standing at their posts in the large room that served as the entrance to the palace. Nappa, being well known, wasn’t questioned as he exited the palace, the cool are being an open welcome. "Ah, Nappa, youТre late." Came a deep, somewhat raspy voice. "Yeah, itТs been awhile since IТve been reduced to guard duty." Nappa answered, smirking wickedly at the second class warrior known as Raditz. "And what the HellТs that supposed ta mean?" the longhaired warrior questioned, resenting the comment. "Nothing. I didnТt meanЕ" Nappa sighed, leaning against the cold metal of the palaceТs outer wall, "The prince has been demanding privacy recently, and I find myself more than bored." "DonТt tell me that youТre not bored having to follow him around all day?" "ItТs better than this." Nappa said, chuckling. Raditz couldnТt help but join in as he playfully punched his friend in the arm. "Wow. ItТs been a long time since IТve been outside." Kakarotto said, eyes wide as he looked around at his surroundings. TheyТd exited the palace through a back way and were walking along its outer walls towards the main entrance. "Ever since I was a child, IТve hated coming out here." Vejita mumbled, trying his best to ignore the few weak Saiyajin scum that were moving about in the dark. His eyes, along with a few of his other senses, being able to pick up easily on all that was around him even on the blackest of nights. "Why?" Kakarotto asked in amazement, "I love the outdoors. EverythinТs soЕ I dunno." Vejita smirked, "Were you born near farmland? You seem more like a farmerТs son than a warriorТs son." "NnЕ I lived just near farmland. GrowinТ up, my dad was hardly ever there and I played with the slavesТ kids outside. I barely remember it, but I miss it." After hearing that, Vejita was sorry for voicing his comment and looked up, trying to avoid the need he felt to stare at the boy. The sky was the deepest red, nearly black, and the bright stars shown exquisitely. Unable to hold the gaze for long, the prince glanced at the boy, who was innocently staring at the stars just as heТd been doing. Vejita wondered if it was for the same reason. Then, he noticed the boyТs tail. "Kakarotto, why do you hold your tail like that?" a question heТd never thought to ask before. "I dunnoЕ ItТs just easier." Vejita nodded, accepting the simple answer. "Why are there so many people out here? DonТt they have homes?" "Probably not." Kakarotto seemed to be shocked, his pace slowing somewhat, "Why?" "ThereТs economic trouble at the moment. The rich are extremely rich, and the poor are extremely poor. ThereТs no in-between." "Are ya doinТ somethinТ about it? I mean, the king." Kakarotto questioned, coming to a stop, leaning against the outer wall of the palace. "HeТs supposedly working on it, but IТve yet to see progress. Why? Are you okay?" Vejita asked, his tone becoming concerned when he noticed the sadness in the boyТs eyes. "I hate it here." Vejita barely picked up on the mumbled statement, "Here? Here where?" "Oh, I don’t mean I hate it with you I mean, on this whole planet, you’re the only thing that’s good." "You should be proud of your home planet and your people. We’re the strongest race of people in all the universe." Vejita said, his eyes narrowed in confusion. "There’s always someone stronger. Always. And how can I be proud of the terrible things my people do?" Kakkarotto said, his voice a solemn echo of his feelings. Vejita stepped closer, "Terrible things?" Kakkarotto suddenly looked up, anger glinting in his eyes, "Yes, terrible. All the hate, murder, and rapes It’s terrible. Cant you see that, Jita? Can’t you see what it’s doing to me? What it’s doing to you?" the boy paused, his voice calmer as he lifted a hand to his master’s face, "It’s hard to love in a world like this, but I love you, my master, my prince. I always will." VejitaТs eyes immediately began to water, his lips trembling as the boyТs tender fingers traced them gently before reaching his hand behind his neck, pulling them together. The kiss was short and chaste, leaving them both aching for more. "IТm sorry." Was all the proud prince was capable of as he quickly worked at wiping away his tears. "Sorry?" Kakkarotto questioned, unsure of his movements as he pulled the fragile prince closer, holding him in his arms. Vejita finally gave up and let the tears flow as he rested his head against the boyТs chest, circling his arms around his waist. His world was falling apart. It was true. It was all true. This planet, this way of livingЕ It was terrible. HeТd been on many purging missions, even as a child. HeТd seen things he could never voice. Why was he so proud anyway? He was soon to be the leader of it all, and through it all, this boy of only fourteen, found reason to love him. Love! How could anyone love him? Kakarotto could sense VejitaТs mind struggling with things heТd just recently become aware of. He hadnТt meant to hurt himЕ All he could do now was just be there. He lowered his head, resting his chin in the gravity-defying locks of his master, inhaling the princeТs masculine scent. "Jita, you smell so good. Can I taste you?" He whispered, tightening his embrace. Vejita couldnТt help but crack a smile, a genuine smile, as he lifted his head to look up at Kakarotto, "Devour me if you like." He whispered as the boyТs lips came down on his again, passionately exploring his mouth, his entire being, with his smooth, velvety tongue. Finally, they pulled apart for much needed air, both of them breathing deeply. "LetТs go back inside." Vejita said after recomposing himself, looking as if nothing had happened. Kakarotto knew better, however, and nodded as they continued their walk. Soon, they turned a corner and found themselves not far from the main entrance. Nappa was surprised when in the middle of their conversation Raditz took up his formal composure. That meant only one thing. Nappa turned to see Prince Vejita and the boy nearing. "Good evening, Sire. I had no idea you had plans on leaving the palace. ItТs dangerous for you to be out here alone at night." "Really, Nappa, you act as if I’m a child." Vejita said through a smirk. Raditz glanced to his right to see the prince dressed similar to any other guard except for his lack of armor. He was surprised that Nappa was allowed to speak so casual with him. The longhaired warriorТs scouter blinked for but a second and realized that there was someone else with the prince. Taking a chance, he glanced again to his right to see what appeared to be a young male slave, judging from his attire, but his behavior said otherwise. Suddenly, his mouth fell open. The boy lookedЕ Looked just like hisЕ "Soldier," Vejita growled, stepping forward, "I suggest you remember whose presence youТre in. I do not appreciate others gawking at my property." Raditz quickly snapped out of his trance, "Sorry, Sire." Vejita shook his head, "Nappa, how long is your post here?" "Until just before the suns rise IТm afraid. Why? Am I needed?" "Hn. I was just wondering. Well, IТm going to retire. Goodnight." Vejita said quickly, walking past the two. Once the prince had entered the palace, Nappa turned to his friend, "What the Hell was that all about? You should be more careful. Prince VejitaТs been known to kill guards for less than that." "Who was that with him?" Raditz questioned, still amazed at the resemblance. "Oh, thatТs his newest slave. TheyТre practically inseparable." Nappa answered, rolling his eyes.

 Devour Me By: Hatti Lee* AKA Amalthea* AKA Saiyajin_Peach AKA Saiyajin_Peach_18 Authors Notes: Well, here we go againЕ Another Goku & Vejita yaoi! Woo hoo! ^_^ In this one, Goku, or should I say Kakarotto, is definitely OOC, but itТs all good. YouТll see. ^_~ I actually have this entire fic finished. Complete! Seems I'm updating every three to four days, but even that could change, depending on reviews that is. Hint. Hint. ^_^ Oh, and I welcome any and all reviews. Be it from just a fan or a flamer! ItТs all good here! Warnings: If you donТt already know, this is a yaoi fic, which means male/male intimacy. If you are uncomfortable with this, or if youТre just narrow-minded, I suggest you go elsewhere. Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own DragonBall Z or itТs characters, and, again, unfortunately, IТm not making any money off of this. So, please don't sue me! It's not like you'd get much anyway! ^_^ More: I know, I knowЕ It was (officially) Friday 15 hours ago (as one reviewer pointed out), but I was experiencing some technical difficulties. *Damns her iMac to Hell!* AnywhoЕ This chapter is the one many of you have been waiting forЕ The lemon! ^_^ Enjoy! Oh, and Christopher, I'm afraid I can't send you the entire ficЕ That would be unfair to all my other readers! So, I'm afraid you're just going to have to wait like all the others. Okay, if there's anyone left, on with the fic

Chapter Eleven

Kakkarotto sat patiently on Vegita’s bed as he’d been told. His heart raced as the evening’s happenings came back to him. It was true. He hated this planet and it’s purpose. He’d just never dreamed he’d tell anyone, especially the prince but that was just it. He’d been honest when he’d declared his love. Sure, he’s young and naive, but he knew what love was. He couldn’t imagine his life without the arrogant prince. Rising from the bed, he began undressing. He and Vejita had grown accustomed to sleeping together in the nude. Kakkarotto was about to untie his sash that would allow his pants to drop to the floor, where his shirt lay, when the prince stepped into the room clad in only a large towel that had been secured around his waist. His body still glistened from his recent shower. The prince had used the excuse of needing a shower to find some alone time where he could think. Smirking, he stepped forward, pulling at his towel, and letting it drop to the floor. His expression became all too serious though at the look of affection in Kakkarotto eyes. Reaching forward, he placed his hands on the boy’s arms, running his callused palms down to his hands, taking up the task of untying the white sash. With several easy movements, the sash dropped to the floor, along with the boy’s pants, leaving them both naked. Swallowing, Kakkarotto let his eyes fall shut as Vejita pulled him down for a chaste kiss that slowly moved down his neck. The prince’s hands were on his stomach now, moving to his sides, and slowly sliding up to his shoulders. Vejita gently push the boy down onto the bed, climbing in with him. They lie side by side, Kakkarotto on his back, Vejita leaning over him. Kakkarotto gasped as the prince planted wet kisses up and down his chest, finally finding his hardening nipples, worrying them gently with his teeth. "Say it again." The prince whispered, moving his lips down the boy’s abdomen, caressing his sides with his hands. "Nnn What?" Kakkarotto questioned, finding it harder to think as a sensual, oh so talented tongue dipped down into his navel. "What you said outside." Vejita answered, his voice still just a whisper as he placed a chaste kiss on the tip of the boy’s desire. "Jita, I Ah," Kakkarotto thoughts slipped from his mind as a warm mouth enveloped his erection, slowly taking in more and more. Instinctively, he lifted his hips off the futon-like mattress, moaning lightly. Vejita smirked into his work; using his hands to hold the boy’s hips down as he pulled back, "Say it." Kakkarotto turned his head, looking down at Vejita through half-lidded eyes, smiling at the pleading look in the prince’s eyes, "I love you. I’m yours Always." He said through deep breaths. Vejita smiled, moving up to kiss those lips, those sweet lips. They both moaned into the open mouth kiss as heated flesh met heated flesh. Kakkarotto could feel that the prince was about to pull back, and he quickly wrapped his arms around him, crushing them together. Vejita smirked into the kiss, allowing the boy to hold him close as curious hands moved down his muscled back until they came to the base of his tail. Suddenly, Vejita broke the kiss, growling deeply and arching his back at the sensual pleasure of the boy’s finger’s working their magic. Kakkarotto paused, unsure of what had just happened, "Jita?" The prince smirked, running a hand down the boy’s side and around until he found his tail, administering the same sensual movements. He smirked as Kakkarotto moaned loudly, arching his back as well. He leaned down, licking one of the boy’s ears as he whispered, "Do you know how bad I want you?" "Nnn Jita, please" "Of course." Vejita answered through a smirk, reaching down to grasp one of Kakkarotto legs, pulling it up and to the side, causing the boy’s legs to spread so that he was able to position himself between them. At the feel of hot flesh pressing against his virgin entrance, Kakkarotto gasped, "Jita, I’ve never" he said, leaving the sentence unfinished. "I thought?" Vejita questioned, finding himself doing the same. He was answered as the boy shook his head ever so slightly. He couldn’t help but smirk. He was glad that he was to be the boy’s first. Leaning down, he kissed the younger Saiya-jin ever so sweetly, "Don’t worry, I’ll always be gentle with you, Chibi." Slowly, he continued to press forward, knowing this was going to hurt the boy, but it was tradition during mating rituals for it to be pure raw ecstasy with little to no preparation. Kakkarotto let him know just how much pain was involved in his pleasure as he moaned loudly, clutching his back with strong hands. Vejita gasped at the feel of such tightness. He never imagined it could be this wonderful. The prince stayed still, waiting for Kakkarotto to adjust. "You okay?" he whispered, watching carefully for any traces of pain, which there were a few. "Nnn Yeah" Kakkarotto mumbled, moving his hips in time with his master’s slow movements. He reminded himself that he’d endured worse pain when training, that it would soon fade. Suddenly, all pain was forgotten as lights flashed before his eyes. Vejita smiled when the boy practically screamed in pleasure as he found his sweet spot. Slowly, the pace quickened, and he could feel it coming. Lowering his lips to Kakkarotto, he trailed wet kisses down his neck, sucking lightly at the place where his neck connected to his shoulder. Kakkarotto could feel it building as well, the moaning and groaning that filled the room lost to him when he felt his master’s callused hand take hold of his desire, pumping it in time with his thrusts. A new wave of pleasure flooded through him. It was so close. Suddenly, an electricity shot down his spine and throughout his body at the feel sharp canines puncturing his skin. Kakkarotto could feel a mix of emotions and memories flooding his mind. A young prince slowly stood, wiping the tears from his smudged face. "Enough! Saiya-jin don’t cry!" came the bellowing voice of the king. "Sire, perhaps we you should call it a day." Nappa’s voice suggested. "No! I have to be the strongest! I have to be the best!" yelled a furious prince of fifteen as he powered up to his maximum even though he couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept or eaten. Suddenly, he passed into unconsciousness from exhaustion, his head slamming against the floor as his body crumpled. "No, No What have I done? What have I become?" mumbled the prince, decked out in bloodstained armor as he stood before a foreign city that was crumbled and in flames. He instantly hardened himself. Saiya-jin don’t cry! It had been his first purging mission, and he had murdered He’d taken the lives of warriors, men, women, and children like he would on every other purging mission he’d go on from this day forward. A more recent memory surfaced, "I love you." a familiar voice echoed. An inner struggled followed by a solution Vejita was experiencing similar emotions and memories as he lapped at the savory crimson. An innocent child shuffled his feet as several women, obviously slaves, stood before him. "Kakkarotto, your father was killed in battle." One of them said, placing a hand on the small child’s shoulder. Suddenly a sorrowful crying filled the silence. A young Kakkarotto stood just outside the room, peeking in the doorway at the women within. "We don’t have any other choice." One said, pacing the room. "How can you even think of it." The youngest one protested. "She’s right. We have to sell him to the slave traders, otherwise we’ll all starve." Another said, hands on hips. "Listen, boy, don’t do too much of this." Said the shop owner as he glared at a ten-year-old Kakkarotto. "No, I have to get stronger. I have to be the best." The boy muttered, suddenly receiving a fierce slap in the face, knocking him to the ground. "None of that!" the shop owner yelled, storming back into the shop. "I will be the best." Kakkarotto muttered, clutching his already swelling cheek. A more recent memory came forward in the form of thoughts, "Jita. I can’t live without Jita. I may be naive, but I know what love is." The Saiya-jin howled in unison as the memories faded from one another’s mind to be replaced by the intense pleasure they had far from forgotten. Kakkarotto came first, his entire body tensing, causing Vejita to reach his peak with one final thrust. He then collapsed onto the boy, both of them breathing heavily. It didn’t take long for them to slip into a deep, deep sleep, lying in one another’s arms in the damp bed.

 Devour Me By: Hatti Lee* AKA Amalthea* AKA Saiyajin_Peach AKA Saiyajin_Peach_18

Chapter Twelve

Vejita was the first to wake, surprised to find that they’d shifted in their sleep to where Vejita was lying on his back, Kakkarotto cuddled up closely. Smiling, the prince wrapped his arms around his mate. The movement caused the boy to stir, and Vejita watched closely as the boy stretched, cuddling closer as his eyelids fluttered open and he smiled sweetly. "Nnn Jita." Kakkarotto whispered, kissing his prince chastely. It didn’t take long for him to notice something knew at the back of his mind. Concentrating on it, it was like he was experiencing everything twice. He looked up questionably at Vejita. "It’s the bond." The prince answered simply. "Bond? Does that have anything ta do with me seeing and feeling" he couldn’t finish, he didn’t know how to. Vejita nodded, "Last night I decided that the only person I want for a mate is you. So, that’s exactly what I did I dominated you, mated you, marked you, and a bond was formed. Our minds are linked now. It’s surprisingly stronger than I imagined. What you saw and felt were my memories, my past. That same thing happened to me." Kakkarotto gaped at his prince as the explanation came to a close, "Me? You chose me?" "Is that okay?" Vejita asked, suddenly feeling a slight fear of rejection. Kakkarotto was surprised to be able to sense the sudden feeling and pressed himself against his master, "It’s wonderful." He said before planting a wet, sloppy kiss on Vegita’s tasty lips. Pulling back for air, Kakkarotto grin faded, "Aren’t you goin to get in trouble for this?" "Don’t worry about it." Vejita said as they both settled into the comfort of their messy bed, holding one another. Just before he drifted back into the world of sleep, Kakkarotto felt warm breath at his ear and a faint whisper, "I love you, Chibi." Nappa yawned as he entered the palace, heading for his quarters. It was only minutes until the suns rose and he was dying to get some sleep. Raditz had become suddenly quiet throughout the remainder of their post, and NappaТs boredom had nearly gotten the best of him. Falling asleep on assignment, however, was a serious offense if you got caught. "Nappa, come in here!" called a deep voice. Nappa took several steps backwards and looked into the expansive throne room to see the king motioning for him to enter. "How are things progressing with my son?" "Sire," Nappa said, bowing respectfully, "IТm not sure, but he went for a walk yesterday evening." The king smirked, nodding. Perhaps his son was coming to his senses. If he was out walking, he was surely keeping an eye out for a beautiful woman. "And what of the boy?" "IТm not sure what you mean, SireЕ" Nappa said, his brow furrowed. "I mean," the king said, rolling his eyes at the bodyguardТs stupidity, "Has he shared the princeТs bed?" "Yes, but IТm not sure if theyТveЕ" "Good." The king interrupted, ignoring the foolТs babbling as he waved him away. So, things were looking up. HeТd been right all along. Nappa shook his head, trying not to worry himself with the kingТs strangeness. Finally, he reached his destination and stepped into the common room, closing the door behind him. Glancing at the time on his scouter, Nappa decided that he best wake the prince. The suns had already risen and the prince would surely be angry with him for not waking him. Sighing, Nappa opened the door to the princeТs room, the smell of sex bombarding his senses. Peering into the dim room, the bulky bodyguard could see that the prince was holding the boy in a rather intimate embrace. VejitaТs eyes cracked open to see Nappa staring dumbfounded. Silently, the prince woke his mate. "Morning, Nappa." Vejita said as he stood, pulling on a pair of black gi pants. "UhЕ Oh, good morning, Sire." "JitaЕ" Kakarotto whined, "Lemme sleep jusТ a little longerЕ" "Nope. Come on, get up." Vejita said, dragging the boy up out of bed. Mumbling something or another about being too tired, Kakarotto pulled on his gi pants from the previous day, "IТm hungry. LetТs get somthinТ ta eat." He said, fully awake at the thought of food as his stomach growled loudly. "Is all you think of food?" Vejita asked, continuing once heТd received a grin in reply, "LetТs wash up first." "Kay." The boy chimed happily. Nappa just stared dumbly as the two walked past him, heading to the shower. "WhatТs this?" the king asked, lifting a document closer for better inspection. It had been two months since heТd been pleased to hear from Nappa one early morning that his son was both looking for a mate and enjoying the male slave heТd provided. "Sire, Raditz, Saiyajin second class has issued this request." Explained an alien guard. King Vejita nodded, reading over the document, "Is he here?" "Yes, Sire." The guard said, scampering out into the crowd to retrieve the warrior. "Raditz?" the king questioned. "Yes, Sire." The longhaired warrior answered, bowing respectfully. "WhatТs this all about? My son doesnТt need a second bodyguard." "I was just hoping to better serve His Highness." Raditz lied. "I see," the king mumbled, reading over the document again, "Your father was Bardock?" "Yes, Sire." The king was surprised. He hadnТt known that the third class warrior had had children. He was a rare case that Bardock was. For his class, he was capable of doing more damage than expected. "IТm feeling generous. IТll grant your request. Understand, though, that this isnТt permanent." The king said, signing the document before handing it back to the alien guard, dismissing the longhaired warrior. "You take too many hits!" Vejita roared, sending an onslaught of ki blasts at the boy. Kakarotto easily dodged each one, looking back to see them impact the wall behind him, "Careful or youТll blow tha place up." Vejita smirked, "Nonsense. Now, attack." Kakarotto took an offensive position as he floated before his mate, suddenly disappearing and reappearing before the prince, punching him in the jaw with full force, causing the smaller Saiyajin to sail backwards. Regaining his balance, Vejita tensed his muscles, causing his body to halt in midair. Raditz stepped into the princeТs training hall amazed to see an all out battle taking place before his eyes. He glanced around the room to see a number of other guards watching the spectacle. Checking his scouter, the longhaired bodyguard was surprised to see that both of their ki levels were quite low compared to the amount of power they were displaying. Shrugging the phenomenon off, he searched the room again, finding that Nappa was quite near. "Hey, howТs it going?" Nappa looked to his left, surprised to see Raditz, "Hey, what are you doing here?" "IТve been assigned to Prince Vejita." "What?" Nappa asked, the warrior gaining his full attention. "WhatТs this all about?" Vejita asked, dropping down out of the air and approaching his bodyguard, Kakarotto close behind. "Sire," Raditz said, pausing to bow, "IТve been assigned to you as a second bodyguard." "Why?" Vejita questioned, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. "I requested it." "I see." Vejita said, realizing that there was more to this than just that. "Hiya, IТm Kakarotto." The boy said, breaking the silence that had come to settle on the group, a grin plastered on his face. "Really, KakarottoЕ Must you be so cheerful?" Vejita snapped. The boy giggled, "I almost had you." "You did not!" Vejita exclaimed. Their sparring match had been close, but it hadnТt been that close, had it? "Better watch outЕ" Kakarotto warned playfully, sticking his tongue out at the prince. Vejita smirked, leaning forward to take the delicious tongue into his mouth, pleased to wring a moan from the boy as their kiss broke. Raditz stared wide-eyed at the display. Nappa only rolled his eyes, looking the other way. The flirting, teasing, and show of affection had been going on for some time now. He was just about sick of it. "Well, Raditz, thereТs an extra room in our quarters. You can stay there." Vejita said, his tail curling and uncurling with desire. "Thank you, Sire." Raditz said, bowing again. "No need to be so formal. Nappa, I expect you to show him the ropes." The prince said before he and Kakarotto took back to the air, continuing their match. "Are they always like this?" Raditz questioned, watching as the two performed techniques he could barely keep up with. "Yup. It takes some getting used to." Devour Me By: Hatti Lee* AKA Amalthea* AKA Saiyajin_Peach AKA Saiyajin_Peach_18

Authors Notes: Well, here we go againЕ Another Goku & Vejita yaoi! Woo hoo! ^_^ In this one, Goku, or should I say Kakarotto, is definitely OOC, but itТs all good. YouТll see. ^_~ I actually have this entire fic finished. Complete! Seems I'm updating every three to four days, but even that could change, depending on reviews that is. Hint. Hint. ^_^ Oh, and I welcome any and all reviews. Be it from just a fan or a flamer! ItТs all good here! Warnings: If you donТt already know, this is a yaoi fic, which means male/male intimacy. If you are uncomfortable with this, or if youТre just narrow-minded, I suggest you go elsewhere. Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own DragonBall Z or itТs characters, and, again, unfortunately, IТm not making any money off of this. So, please don't sue me! It's not like you'd get much anyway! ^_^ More: Here we goЕ It's 1:45 AMЕ And it's FRIDAY! ^_^ So, here we goЕ Okay, if there's anyone left, on with the ficЕ

Chapter Thirteen

It had been three weeks since heТd started and Raditz found that it was a relatively easy, laid back job. Stepping out of his room wearing only a pair of black spandex shorts, he was surprised to see Kakarotto sitting on the couch, yawning. "Good morning, Kakarotto." "Huh? Oh, morninТ." The boy answered, watching as the longhaired warrior took a seat across from him in an armchair. "DoesnТt that bother you?" Raditz was surprised by the question, "What?" "All that hairЕ DoesnТt it get in tha way when ya fight?" Kakarotto asked, leaning back to get more comfortable. "Oh, well, I havenТt fought in some time." Raditz said, looking around. It seemed that Vejita and Nappa were both still asleep. This was his chance. "I was wonderingЕ What was your fatherТs name?" Kakarotto was somewhat shocked, the question bringing painful memories back to his attention. VejitaТs eyes snapped open. HeТd felt a slight sadness accompanied with some pain find it's way through the link he shared with his mate. He pulled himself out of bed to find that the boyТs ki was in the common room. Pulling on a pair of black gi pants, the prince exited the room he shared with Kakarotto. "MorninТ, Jita." Kakarotto said, watching as his master took a seat beside him, wrapping an arm around his waist. With that, Kakarotto continued his conversation with Raditz, "Bardock, his name was Bardock." Raditz smiled, he was right. He knew it all along. Suddenly, there was a loud yawn as Nappa entered the room, wearing his black spandex shorts and full armor. "WhatТs wrong?" Vejita questioned, feeling that same stab of pain and sadness shoot through his mind. "IТm okay." Kakarotto reassured his mate as he arched his neck to the side to reach the princeТs lips for a good morning kiss. Both Nappa and RaditzТs mouths fell open in shock. On the boyТs neck was a scarЕ A bite mark. After some time, Vejita and Kakarotto noticed. "Catching bugs?" Vejita joked, only to find that the bodyguardsТ expressions didnТt change, "What is it?" "Sire," Nappa said, "Did you make the boy your mate?" Vejita bared his teeth instinctively. HeТd hoped they wouldnТt find out. "Are you crazy? King Vejita is going to kill you." "Nappa!" Vejita snapped, "IТm quite capable of handling this on my own. WeТve been mated for nearly three months." "Do you think the king and the royals will accept this?" "What choice do they have?" Vejita growled. Nappa shook his head, "Most likely theyТll have him executed so that the bond can be broken. The purpose for you finding a mate was so you could produce an heir, remember?" The entire room fell into a shocked silence. "KakarottoЕ" Raditz began, feeling that it was time he explain himself, "The reason I requested to be assigned to Vejita was because the first time I saw you, I was shocked to see that you look remarkably like my father, Bardock. See, weТre brothers." Vejita quickly looked to his mate to see that tears had sprung to his eyes. "YouТre my brother? But I never met youЕ" "I moved into the palace when I was fourteen to begin guard service, you must have been born just after that." "I canТt believe it!" Kakarotto exclaimed, jumping forward to hug his brother, forgetting what Nappa had said only moments ago. Prince Vejita and Nappa were left in the common room while the two brothers went to the mess hall for an early breakfast to do some catching up. "What do you think I should do?" Nappa sighed, unsure of what to tell his prince, "I donТt know. If you resist, it will just be more painful." "I canТt believe that baka can be off chatting with his long lost brother while his life is at stake." Vejita hissed, annoyed with the world. "Sire, heТs just a child in love. IТm sure he expects you to be there and thus isnТt worried." "I hate it when youТre right," Vejita said through a smirk, rising to pace the floor, "I still have to think of something." "Well, you could challenge your father and become king. If youТre king, your word is law." Nappa suggested. "No, the royals still have council. They could rebel," Vejita said, sighing, "My best bet is probably to run." He said through a chuckle. Nappa looked up, "You could, you know." Vejita paused in his pacing, returning to his seat across from Nappa. "You could take a space pod and just leave," Nappa said, noticing that his prince was actually considering what he was saying, "Does he really mean that much to you?" "In my entire life I have killed hundreds and destroyed so muchЕ I hate it, yet I saw no other way to live. HeТs shown me emotions you canТt even imagine." Nappa smiled, "ThenЕ I think thatТs what you should do. ThereТs no other way." "You can come tooЕ" Vejita offered. "No, my place is here. I happen to enjoy being one of the strongest." Nappa said, smirking at his prince. "Very well. My gift to youЕ Eme and Seido, the two slaves I have left. TheyТre yours." NappaТs eyes widened slightly. HeТd never owned a slaveЕ Moments later he was smiling, nodding his thanks. Kakarotto snuggled up to his lover, kissing his sweat-covered chest. Their recent bout of lovemaking causing them to look at one another through half lidded eyes. "Do you remember what Nappa said about how you could be executed to break our bond?" Kakarotto looked up from his task, "YeahЕ" he answered quietly. "IТve been thinking about thisЕ The only way to get out of it is for us to leave. What do you think?" "Leave?" Kakarotto questioned, confused. "Yes, we could leave in a space pod. Leave this planet you hate." Kakarotto smiled but it quickly faded, "Are you sure? What about Nappa and Raditz?" "If itТs the only way for us to be together, IТm positive. IТve spoken to Nappa about this. He wants to stay. Raditz doesnТt know. No one else does." Kakarotto fell silent, resting his head back down against the smooth chest of his mate, sliding his arms up to encircle the princeТs waist, pulling him close. "Chibi?" "YeahЕ LetТs do it. We could start a new lifeЕ Where are we going?" Kakarotto smiled up at the older Saiyajin. Vejita kissed the boyТs forehead, "I forget the nameЕ ItТs a blue planet. The files said itТs full of vegetation and peaceful life." "It sounds great, but when are we goinТ?" "In a couple of weeks my father and the royals are going to approach me about my choosing a mate. WeТll do it that day." Kakarotto nodded. Soon they both fell into a peaceful sleep. They had a future. "RaditzЕ" The longhaired warrior turned to his right, "Hmm?" Vejita was sparring with an invisible partner high in the air and Nappa was off reporting to some royal or another about the planets current defense system since there were rumors going around about some new tyrant heading their way. "Promise not ta tell anyone about thisЕ" Raditz eyed his younger brother carefully, a bit confused, "Sure. What is it?" "Me and Jita are goinТ ta leave soon since itТs against the law for us to be bonded." RaditzТs mouth hung open, "But I just found youЕ" he stammered. "I know. Jita says you can come if you want... ItТs up to you." The boy said, watching his brotherТs face for any signs of what he was thinking. Vejita could sense his mates troubled mind and concentrated on feeling confident about their decision, hoping it would be some kind of comfort to him through the link they shared. "IЕ I donТt think I want to leaveЕ" Raditz said, looking up to see his brother smiling serenely. "I knew you were goinТ ta say that. IТll miss you." Kakarotto said, leaning forward to his hug the only other person than his mate to ever care about him. "Yeah, IТll miss you too." Raditz said as they separated. Devour Me By: Hatti Lee* AKA Amalthea* AKA Saiyajin_Peach AKA Saiyajin_Peach_18

Authors Notes: Well, here we go againЕ Another Goku & Vejita yaoi! Woo hoo! ^_^ In this one, Goku, or should I say Kakarotto, is definitely OOC, but itТs all good. YouТll see. ^_~ I actually have this entire fic finished. Complete! Seems I'm updating every three to four days, but even that could change, depending on reviews that is. Hint. Hint. ^_^ Oh, and I welcome any and all reviews. Be it from just a fan or a flamer! ItТs all good here! Warnings: If you donТt already know, this is a yaoi fic, which means male/male intimacy. If you are uncomfortable with this, or if youТre just narrow-minded, I suggest you go elsewhere. Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own DragonBall Z or itТs characters, and, again, unfortunately, IТm not making any money off of this. So, please don't sue me! It's not like you'd get much anyway! ^_^ More: FINAL chapter! Okay, if there's anyone left, on with the ficЕ

Chapter Fourteen

Vejita pulled on a full navy blue spandex bodysuit, watching as his mate dressed in nearly the exact same thing, except his was black. They both tugged on a pair of white gloves and boots. Last, they pulled a sleeveless shirt of white chest armor on over their heads. "Looks good." Vejita said, looking his mate up and down as he wrapped his tail around his waist. The spandex clung to every curve of the boyТs body, leaving nothing to the imagination. "Thanks." Kakarotto chirped, allowing his tail to just hover behind him. Together they stepped out into the common room, where Nappa and Raditz waited. As expected, there came a knock at the door. Vejita quickly stepped over to answer it, "What is it?" he snapped, finding sadistic joy in watching the alien creature tremble before him. Happening to catch his mate out of the corner of his eye, Vejita took in the scolding expression and quickly calmed down. "Sire, youТve been ordered to council." The creature said, stuttering over every syllable, trotting off once heТd delivered the message. "Well, letТs go." Vejita said, motioning for everyone in the room to follow him out the door. "Gentlemen, gentlemen, no need to worry. IТm sure my son has chosen a mate." The king said, looking from council member to council member, reassuring each one with a look of confidence. Just then, the wooden double doors opened to reveal four Saiyajin rather than just one. King Vejita quickly rose to his feet, "WhatТs this all about?" "Father, if youТd please calm down and take a seat, IТd be more than glad to explain." Growling, the king lowered back down into his extremely high-backed chair, "Well, explain." Vejita nodded, taking a deep breath before he began, "IТd like to announce to all of you that IТve chosen a mate, however, none of you will be happy with my choice. So, IТm leaving, never to return. Goodbye, father." Vejita said, practically whispering the last as he turned to leave. "Wait a second! What the Hell are you talking about?" the king bellowed, rising from his seat again along with all the other members of council, "WhoТd you choose?" Vejita smirked, turning on his heel to face his father again, "You were right, father. What I yearned for was male intimacy, but IТm afraid your plan backfiredЕ IТve mated with Kakarotto... WeТre bonded." The kingТs mouth fell open, "So, you think you can just leave then? I wonТt try to stop you. You became more powerful than myself some time ago, but such a power as that can be scouted from anywhereЕ Do you honestly think IТll let you live peacefully elsewhere?" the king said, his voice rising with each word. "ItТs a good plan, but IТm afraid that both Kakarotto and myself have learned how to hide our ki from the scouters." With that Vejita turned, walking briskly down the corridor towards the launching bay followed by Kakarotto, the two bodyguards, his father, and all the members of council. Fortunately, they got their first, both of them climbing into a sphere shaped ship. "Goodbye, brotherЕ" Kakarotto said just before the door hissed shut, a round red-tinted window allowing him watch as the king followed by the old men came around the corner, several of them shaking their fists in the air. Vejita quickly punched in coordinates and such, causing the ship to slowly rise high into the air, and with one final press of a button, they were blasted into space. "JitaЕ" the boy whispered in astonishment once theyТd exited Planet VejitaТs atmosphere, "I never knew it could look this beautifulЕ" The planet was made up of many different shades of red, ranging from near black to bright as blood. "ThatТs itЕ IТm no longer the princeЕ" Vejita mumbled. Kakarotto was surprised by the statement, "YouТll always be a prince to me." They embraced, remaining quiet for a few moments to bid their final farewells to their home planet. "How long Сtil we get there?" Kakarotto asked once the view slowly turned to where he could see nothing but blackness and a few shimmering stars. "About a year." The prince answered honestly. "A year!" "DonТt worry, Chibi, we can sleep the entire journey away with the press of a button." Vejita said, wrapping his arms around the boy. Kakarotto settled down against his mate, "WhatТs the name of the planet weТre going to?" "Earth." "Earth." The boy repeated, rolling the word around on his tongue. The prince chuckled, "ShhhЕ Now, letТs get some sleepЕ" Kakarotto grinned, "Kay. See ya when we reach our new home." Vejita smiled, poising his finger above a small white button, "Sweet dreams, my love." With that he pressed the button and they both fell instantly into a peaceful slumber. The space pod sped across space, leaving a bluish white streak in its wake. Within itТs small metal sphere it contained two of the strongest beings in the universe whom happened to be madly in love. Together theyТd find themselves on the peaceful planet called Earth, and together theyТd live out their lives in peace.

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