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It seemed odd from the start to send the tyrant prince of the Sevens kingdom to seek a peace treaty with the kingdom. There were ambassadors for this exact reason and yet someone along the lines, likely his own parents, thought that the prince could soothe the distrust between their two nations whether it was to claim the land as an alley or for the Sevens.
War and carnage were what Vegetta knew best, what he had grown to expect even as he had marched through the desert town on his horse. His most trusted soldiers were in tow just a few feet back. Their hands on the weapons at their sides despite the promise of a peaceful march to the palace. Peace seemed like a laughable thought.
Expecting the worst from the townspeople as they lined the streets to watch though for one reason or another it never came. No glass bottles were thrown in protest to the prince's arrival or even harsh words that Vegetta had already heard before but the town was silent as they watched on. Adding to this feeling of unease only growing in the prince's stomach with each passing minute in the town. When he arrived at the gates of the golden palace and had yet to even be threatened, it left an odd feeling on his tongue as he dismounted, the weight of his fur-lined cape adding a new sense of weight to his shoulders that brought no comfort now.
Now it felt like a drag, pleading with the prince to stay with his horse, to leave this unfamiliar territory but he tried to spin it in the hot heat of the desert. Prince Vegetta wasn't scared, far from it, but this place was odd. Stories of superstition and tales of magic had been filling their head every day of travel until the prince wasn’t sure what to expect upon his arrival. He knew his men could feel the unease in the air too with their wary glances at each other. Looking upon the palace now, adored with the riches of gold in the details around the structure, he felt oddly thankful he had arrived just at sundown.
The idea alone of the golden roofs beneath the hot sun felt blinding even as he squinted just to admire the architect from his humbling place on the ground. When the footsteps of one of his trusted soldiers, Roier, took the place to his left – only then did Vegetta ascend the white stone steps of the palace to finish his mission and claim the land.
Though Vegetta could handle his own in battle, building quite the bloody name for himself, but this was a peaceful meeting. He branded no weapons to show his peace, leaving his defense in the capable hands of his men who had never failed him before.
Guards awaited him at the palace doors. Not a word was spoken as they called out for the large bronze doors to be opened, followed effectively by the grind of chains from within before the heavy doors would slowly open. Presenting grand marble white floors, polished for his arrival. Adding to Vegetta's already growing feeling of unease that he knew Roier could sense as the soldier's footsteps picked up his pace to keep behind his Prince. Barely missing the drag of his cape with each step.
The King, dressed in what Vegetta would assume was his best by the amount of gold around his neck and bangles on his sun-aged arms, sat on his throne in a large gold-detailed room that mirrored the beauty of the palace. Surrounding himself with guards and servants each adorned with a golden branding of the palace, matching the tapestry that hung from the ceiling. Vegetta would have to admit the palace was beautiful. It would have made a lovely addition to his conquest.
As Vegetta took steady steps into the throne room, he expected to be greeted with drawn swords or shouts for an attack but just as the march through the town had been peaceful; the throne room appeared just as much.
His gaze wandered up the palace walls as he stepped further to the center of the room, dancing across the painting on the ceiling depicting the kingdom’s God before his violet gaze would lazily return to the throne ahead of him only to pause mentally.
Where he swore there had been a clear view across the marble floor that reflected the purple in his attire to where the king sat, a golden statue took the center of the room.
It wasn't just painted golden like that of the palace roof, it looked as if it were made of pure gold as he grew closer to it to the center of the room in each powerful stride. His eyes trained on the statue instead as he approached. Unable to look away from its sculpted body with a new curiosity. Like the king, it was adorned in bangles and golden bracelets with would surely jingle if that statue could move. Precious jewels are carefully hand placed on its jewelry and delicate headpiece. It looked like a fortune in itself, pricier than some of the lands he had taken in the past.
However, despite how expensive that statue appeared, it was the glowing green of the statue's eyes that haunted him as his pace would slow to stare for longer. The statue itself looked as if it were wearing a snug mask with how it completely hugged the statue's jaw. Resembling a totem of undying. Though truthfully the smooth mask seemed like such a waste of craft, like an unfinished project that was never given a proper face so an ornamental mask was placed to cover it up.
He would have sworn it was a real person if it would move. If even one of the many bracelets would jingle but it didn't. It stood completely still, its arms behind it in a show of obedience. A theme that seemed common amongst the land from what he had learned in his travels. Though, as he sidestepped that statue to appear before the king, he felt as if its eyes followed him. Burning into his back as he dared to step up to the throne.
"Prince Vegetta of the Sevens, welcome." The king greeted with raised arms, the many bracelets on his wrists clinking with the grand gesture. "If you do not like your gift, you are more than welcome to choose something else from the palace." The king's stammering voice spoke out, his words trembling as if his life were being threatened. Fearful of the tyrant just as the rest of the room became stiff with the show of true fear from their king.
It was only then as Vegetta glanced back at the golden statue over his shoulder at what he assumed was his gift, once more expecting it to move to meet his gaze, did he understand the situation at hand. Bribery for pity.
How pathetic.
He had been sent just to scare these people into obedience. The prince’s feared name had certainly promised that much and it showed in how the king folded beneath his intense gaze. Cowering.
The King was quick to meet Vegetta's verbal demands of the treaty, nodding his head with the jingle of his golden headpiece to every word in haste. Something Vegetta wasn't familiar with even when he concurred greater kingdoms than this.
It felt pitiful to observe the so-called proud king of the land bend and crumble like sand but it wasn't his place to provoke when one of the king's servants was hastily writing down the guidelines of the treaty before Roier could pass the pre-written paper. He would only take note of their obedience to his presence and report back his findings.
The meeting, if it could even be referred as such, was short and to the point much to Vegetta's silent joy until mention of where he and his men would be staying during their visit would arise. Of course Vegetta had known he would have to stay, that it would not be a simple days trip, but the talk of their three nights stay, discussion of an official treaty signing tomorrow, and a celebration in the joining the two nations the day after, returned that feeling of unease.
They weren't welcomed into the kingdom, not out of kindness, but out of fear.
Vegetta could feel it with every pair of eyes burning into him now from the servants holding offerings in silence, to the guards that lined the wall, gripping their weapons. And yet, he felt the need to keep glancing behind him at the statue. At his golden gift. As if it would be a greater threat to him. Still unmoving, unbreathing. Not even the chains of its earrings moved to promise it was truly a statue.
So with a final look to the king atop his gold throne, promising a wealthy alley, Vegetta accepted the rooms offered to him and his men. It would only be for three days. Three long, hellish days he was sure. Vegetta had been through battle many times before and survived much worse than what any politician could offer, he could handle a little bureaucracy, but he would much rather be in battle.
With as much haste to get this over with, Vegetta was led to his temporary room in the palace. Roier would step in first, checking the room while Vegetta would wait outside the door. Observing with a stoic expression until Roier would return with the promise that it was all clear before his guard would then be guided further down the hall to his own room. Upon mentioning the others that were waiting outside, he would be promised they would be brought to the same hall by the guards before Vegetta would retire to the privacy of his room.
His eyes lazed about the large room, he couldn’t help but admire the craftsmen ship that went into the design. Like the rest of the palace, it was in lighter tones between white and gold. There was a bed in the center of the room, see-through curtains hanging from the ceiling around the bed to create privacy without taking away the cool breeze brushing through the room. The room itself was rather nice, another show of good wealth but Vegetta always preferred something a little darker.
It showed in his black and purple attire, standing out amongst the room that he cautiously stepped through. He trusted Roier’s word with his life. His caution was only out of distrust for the kingdom as a whole as he stood beside the bed.
Cascaded in the low sun's warmth, creating a soft glow from the open balcony of his room as similar curtains hang over the opening. It seemed like a safety concern. To have an open terrace without any glass but as he crossed the room to inspect, he would be lying if the breeze to combat the hot desert didn't feel nice as he stopped at the edge of the balcony. From where he stood, his palms resting on the ledge as he leaned over, he couldn't see any way for an intruder to enter with how high up the room was but he would know soon enough.
Looking back to the horizon, Vegetta was finally allowed a moment to truly admire the beauty of the desert. Looking past the town, taking in the landscape of the carefully crafted world around him. He doubted it was ever truly this beautiful every day, that it was all for show to make the kingdom seem like a flourishing alley just for his approval, but he would keep that thought to himself now.
His eyes would shut against the warmth of the falling sun on his face, taking in a deep sigh as another cooling breeze swept through his raven hair. Allowing himself this moment of peace. He had done well today. He had completed his tasks, he had gained an alley for his kingdom, and in the days following he would be able to return home. The thought was comfortable as he thought of his own room, of his daughter who was surely waiting anxiously for his return, until his mind would return to the statue, his gift.
Bribery never swayed his choices. Rarely did he accept any 'gifts' unless they would truly offer him any use and yet his thoughts were stuck in the statue. It wasn't necessarily special, in fact, it would be useless to him but he would toy with the thought of how he would get it home.
It wasn't otherworldly important but maybe he could turn it into something more. Melt it into something he would use.
Hm. Maybe not. It seemed like a waste of art.
These thoughts were interrupted by a stern knock at the door, causing his eyes to snap open to gaze upon the horizon in front of him again. Assuming it to be his soldiers, he called out to come in. Expecting for his ears to be ambushed in a report depending on who was giving it, or even to be told about surveillance around the perimeter but when he was greeted with only silence after the door would open and close – he felt that growing familiar feeling of unease that he had felt in the throne room.
As he turned to glare into his room, he froze just as he had before at the sight of that statue standing behind the thin white curtains leading to the balcony. The first wave of panic subsided at the sight of the statue's mask facing him until those coherent thoughts reminded him that this statue shouldn't be here. It shouldn't be in his room, he should have heard it being moved or at the very least he should have heard it being put down.
Curiously, he looked further into his room in search of a trolley or even a set of ghostly quiet guards making their exit after dropping off his gift but he was greeted with no such thing. Vegetta looked back at the statue peeking at him from behind the curtain. Like a cat without any care for a trap, Vegetta pulled the curtains back in a haste to look at the statue only to tense once more just as he had before under the green eyes of the mask.
Though the body before him was completely still without even the soft jingle of its many bracelets that lines its wrist and ankles, it was somehow a person beneath the mask he had to assume. Though for a moment, Vegetta wasn't convinced as he stared up at the other body in the room, expecting it to speak or even move but it stayed completely still under his gaze. It taller than Vegetta, something he hadn’t noticed until he was standing directly in front of it.
It didn't step back, nor did it turn its head. It remained completely still.
Only its stuttering breath to give it away as a living creature when Vegetta took another step closer. Just inches from its face. How he had not heard the jeweled body walk through his room, he didn't know but truthfully he didn't find the importance to ask in such a strange kingdom.
"What do you think you’re doing here." Vegetta glared, his thick brows furrowing until he could feel the familiar pull on the scar tissue that lined his eye in a jagged crescent shape. But still the golden body didn’t move. Its arms pulled back behind its body, keeping its back in a presentable arch just as it had in the throne room. Only offering an uncanny feeling to crawl up the prince’s back as he glared back into those green eyes. Lacking pupils or even the whites of its eyes. Just green staring back at him.
Once more he found himself looking at the body's chest, watching the very subtle rise and fall of the gold chains and beads that rest on its pecs as if to further confirm he wasn’t just talking to a statue. Even with his eyes locked on the jewelry he still wasn’t entirely convinced as he raised his scarred hand to lay flat against the other body's chest. Feeling its lively warmth against his palm, caused Vegetta to rip his hand back in his own discomfort. He didn’t know why he would be gifted a person, if it was a person beneath the mask, but he wanted it gone. Out of his sight.
With that, Vegetta would quickly turn to walk past the body to make his way to the door before he would be stopped by the sight of something placed on his bed. A golden tray was placed near the foot of the bed. Vegetta stared down at the tray, taking in the dishes of fruits, bread, and cheese with a gantlet of wine all placed carefully on the tray. He would turn back to the golden body for answers only to be shocked by the lack of it standing where he had left it.
As if it was a game of red light green light, Vegetta stared in mild horror at the golden body once again standing completely still. No signs that it had moved aside from the obvious factor that it was no longer in the place he had left it. Now it stood just a few feet behind Vegetta, seeming to be following him.
"What are you doing?" He asked, his thick brows furrowed as he stared back at the golden body.
Truthfully, he wasn't sure if he would be given an answer but the answer came in the slight nod to the tray on the bed. And then it would move before his very eyes, something that honestly took Vegetta by surprise. It would offer a short bow, making itself as low as possible to show submission before it would finish its steps to the bed. Allowing Vegetta to watch how it moves. Like a snake without a single noise as it walked on its toes to silence its footsteps. Its long limps adding to its graceful appearance.
Those toned golden arms, glittering in the lantern light that bathed the room in a yellow tint like pure gold, pulled the white curtains back just enough for it to raise its knee onto the bed. There it would stop and look back at Vegetta, seeming to be waiting for permission that the prince wasn’t aware it was his to give.
And Vegetta stared back at the totem mask with wide eyes. He'd wonder if the other servants were supposed to wear such a mask as well or if had just gotten unlucky enough to be gifted a weeping angel as his prize as he stared into those green eyes. It seemed rather heavy to be a mask, but nothing on the body in front of him looked as if it were comfortable to wear.
Staring now, Vegetta felt a flush rising to his cheeks as he finally took in just how nude the body before him truly was. No shirt or cloth over his shoulders, only its long golden hair that cascaded down its back, braided in similar beads like the ones wrapped tightly around its neck. It wore pants but as his eyes dared to follow the natural curve of the golden bodies back, its pants were made of similar fabric to the curtains. White and transparent with slits up the outer side of the flowy pants that inched dangerously up it's hip. It’s behind and strong thighs on full display much to Vegetta's own surprise before his gaze would quickly snaps back to the totem mask with the realization of his gift. A concubine.
Vegetta had been gifted a concubine. The mask suddenly made more sense given the culture of the desert. Wearing the mask of its god to shield its features from its mortal sin. This realization suffocated his frustration with the situation but only in his own bewilderment as he started into that unmoving mask. A very expensive concubine from a wealthy king by the amount of jewelry on its body but still that didn't ease his confusion.
"You ah are my gift?" Vegetta asked for confirmation, and for a long moment it was silent until the golden body would slowly nod its head. Its many earrings barely swayed with the action but even the movement seemed calculated as not a noise was made. “And what is all of this for?”
A direct question that couldn’t be made in simple movements or head nods seemed to be what finally broke the silence, “ For you to replenish and relieve yourself from your travels.” It answered in a soft-spoken voice. Ah so it did speak.
“And what makes your king think I would want a concubine?” He asked though his words lacked the malice that had just minutes before.
The body hesitated, “You are Prince Vegetta, you only accept the best gifts-”
“And that makes you the best this kingdom has to offer?” They were silent. The totem mask titled down, showing submission once more as if he feared a fight. Despite not being able to see the other's face, Vegetta could feel the shift in the atmosphere around them with the concubine's distress.
For a long moment it was silent before they spoke once more, “May I?” Was all they asked, gesturing with a graceful arm to the bed, the bracelets on its arm swaying faintly with the movement. Only offering a faint clink that could easily be swept beneath the rug. As much as Vegetta didn’t want the company of another person, he would nod his head.
Watching as the masked figure leaned forward, crawling onto the bed where it would sit. One leg propped up the edge of the bed while the other lazily hung off the bed. They made themselves comfortable there as they laid back on the bed, their back pulling into a beautiful arch as they stretched with their bejeweled arms above their head.
Sprawled out on the bed like a pampered feline as its masked head rolled to the side, presenting its unmarked neck to the prince. Vegetta could admit even in his frustrations that he was taken by the creature. Raptured in each little movement as his violet eyes stayed glued to his torso, watching the beads and chains slowly slide down its toned body before it would relax.
And then it would push itself on its elbows, looking back at Vegetta. There was a certain playfulness in the action though it was hard to know what was going on behind those green eyes when he couldn’t see the concubine's features.
Neither spoke for a long moment. Both seemed to just be staring at the other, waiting for something neither quite understood. Vegetta assumed he was supposed to sit, to enjoy his little ‘gift’ but the thought of bedding the masked stranger in front of him wasn’t appealing. It wasn’t something he craved, and for that, he worried he was a little more broken than he had ever thought. Because the body before him was bewitching but he refused to touch. The prince didn’t even keep a concubine at home for such needs. It felt wrong even if it was offered to him on a golden platter.
As if the concubine could read his thoughts they would speak, “Do you not seek intimate company?” He asked, his fin ears raising curiously. He was surprised his ears could even move with the weight of the jewelry.
He shook his head, his scarred lips pulled into a thin line, unsure of what to expect next but then his gift would simply nod the totem head. Pushing itself to lay on its side instead, his long legs closed tightly as it stared back at the prince from this position.
“Will you accept other types of company?” It asked with its arms politely folded in its lap. The creature certainly had Vegetta’s attention, so he would bite the bait.
“What kind of company?” He would ask hesitantly.
“Companionship.” Vegetta couldn’t help but chuckle at this. Not because it was funny or cute, but because he hadn’t expected it. “If I may speak freely I am your gift, your majesty. I’ll be anything you want me to be.” This stirred Vegetta's attention as he slowly stepped closer to the bed.
“Anything?” The totem mask would nod once more.
“Anything.” It confirmed as it propped its head in its hand. “I will do anything you ask of me, my prince.” It purred the words though it felt almost like a challenge asking to be tested.
“Even if I asked for something foolish?” He tilted his head curiously, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips as the mask nodded. “Even if I told you to take off your jewelry?”
“Do you have a piece in mind?” It answered his question with a question.
“Give me your favorite.” Before Vegetta could finish he would watch as the golden body hastily reached for its ears, unclasping a dangling earring with emerald stone at the end. Without hesitation, it was offered out for Vegetta to take, and he did with a certain hesitance. He hadn’t actually expected his gift to obey so quickly to something so small and meaningless.
“Would you like the other?” It would ask, its hands already reaching for the matching pair. Rolling it around in his gloved palm, admiring the old stone, he shook his head.
“Are you always this obedient?” Vegetta peeked back at the body in his body.
“Only to you.” The words were purred out. “I’ll be anything you want of me. I can be your concubine, your entertainment, your stress relief however you see fit. I could be your friend, a lover, or even a caretaker for your daughter if you wanted me to be.” Vegetta hesitated with the last line. Though it was no secret that he had produced a heir for the throne no one dared to bring up the princess.
“You’re certainly a bold one,” Vegetta mumbled absently, his eyes trailing over the body in his bed only to quickly return to the unchanging mask with how the golden body tensed. Tucking in on itself more, pulling its long legs closer to its body as if to appear smaller than its size.
“Is that a good thing or a bad thing, my prince?” To this, Vegetta would hum as if he were thinking.
“I haven’t decided yet.” He mused. The golden body would stare for a moment longer before slowly nodding its head. Standing so close to the bed now, the prince would glance around the empty room before his attention would be pulled back to the body in his bed. Drawn back to it like a spell. “What’s your name concubine?” He asked though he wasn’t entirely sure why.
It didn’t care for the creature, nor for its name, but he found it amusing. It seemed important to ask for its name. Still, the masked creature didn’t speak right away. Only staring with those unblinking green eyes for a moment longer.
“You can call me whatever you'd like-”
“No. That wasn’t what I asked.” Vegetta sucked his teeth, watching as the fins of his ears lowered. Once more the creature was silent. Letting the question linger in the air for an uncomfortable amount of time as if it were thinking of an answer that would please the prince.
“Foolish.” He mumbled quietly as if it was a name they hadn’t said in a very long time. “My name is Foolish, your majesty.”
Foolish. Hm what an odd name to give to someone so sweet. Vegetta would wonder if it were a family name or perhaps the creature before him had earned the title. Still, a soft smile found its way across the prince’s stoic features much to his own dismay. Because of that smile, he would look away, swallowing the lump in his throat to correct himself before he would look back at the body on the bed.
“Foolish,” He repeated the name on his tongue, it sounded odd out loud but the masked body responded with a short nod to show they were paying attention. The delicate headdress adoring his head jingled with the motion. “ There seems to be a misunderstanding between your king and I. I will not be accepting you as my gift.”
The golden body chuckled, “I gathered by your hesitance, and the fact that you weren’t impressed in the throne room.” Vegetta strained his mouth to keep from cringing at the thought, that he had blatantly ignored and discarded the concubine. However, he had been under the impression that it wasn’t real.
“My ah deepest apologies-” This only made the body on the bed laugh more. A squeaky sound as if a dog had found a toy that the male body tried to cover up with a decorated hand flying up to cover the mouth of the mask, where his mouth should be. It was a startling sound. Something Vegetta hadn’t expected from such a quiet companion and still he couldn’t stop the flush of embarrassment creeping across his face. “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing nothing your Highness-” The concubine tried to stifle the bounce in his chest, clearing their throat before they would try to speak again. “I’ve just…never had a prince apologize to me before.” There was a smile behind the mask, he could feel it in the other's tone.
Vegetta wondered what it would look like. He wondered if it would mask the rest of the toned and decorated body in front of him or if the concubine's features would be scarred like his own. Vegetta’s curiosity had always been to grand for his own good as he stared at the totem mask in a sense of awe. Knowing that if he just asked for it to come off that the other would likely obey.
Though he wouldn’t dare. Not when he had no intention to take him home or bed him. It would only bring a mockery to the masks-
“Prince?” Vegetta blinked, his violet eyes glancing up from where they had been staring at the bed to find the concubine had moved. Now sitting on his knees, the slits on the sides of his pants gaping around his bare thighs. He blinked once more. “ – Are you back?”
The question surprised him to say the least. A similar question is often asked by his men when Vegetta would get trapped in his own thoughts. He hadn’t thought it was that noticeable until he was staring back at Foolish. Slowly, he’d nod his head just to watch the body relax as Foolish sat back on his calves.
“I was getting concerned there,” Foolish would chuckle lightly, his arms resting against his thighs. “I thought I had upset you with my question-”
“And what was your question?” The totem mask would lift, those vibrant green eyes seeming to be peeking up at Vegetta before it would fall to stare at the bed. Hesitation.
“If-If you don’t mind my boldness I would like it if you allowed me the pleasure of serving you during your stay?” The question alone had caught the prince off guard. He had practically dismissed the concubine and many others had ran for much less than his word, and yet Foolish wanted to server him.
Vegetta opened his mouth to speak before the familiar claws of the demon weighed on his shoulders, chuckling deeply into his pierced ear to make its presence known at the worst times. As always. His hold on the earring in his hand tightened, the gold chain looping around his fingers as he fidgeted with the item.
“How Sweet.” Rubius’ voice cooed in the prince’s ear to get a reaction from the prince, both well aware that no one else could hear the demon's voice. He tried to ignore it.
“Are you asking because I won’t bed you?” Vegetta asked in that ever-present monotone voice, showing little interest in the idea despite how quickly his heart was beating in his chest.
“ – Because you’re kind to me.” The prince wouldn’t classify his actions as being ‘kind’, he wouldn’t consider himself capable of being ‘kind’. He simply didn’t harm the Foolish.
“You’re standards are low for a spoiled concubine.” Foolish didn’t respond, though Vegetta would expect him to. He took advantage of Foolish’s obedience as he stepped to the edge of the bed, reaching a gloved hand up to touch his neck. Still Foolish didn’t pull away, allowing it as Vegetta rested his hand on the side of the concubine's neck, covering his gills with his palm as they fluttered with the mild suffocation as his thump brushed over Foolish’s adam’s apple. “And if I weren’t so ‘kind’ would you still be so willing to serve me?”
He could feel Foolish swallowing at the words, “Then I will endure the next three days at your side, my prince.”
Those bold words startled Vegetta as his other hand gripped around the earring, his token, his treasure, his gift that he would take home instead. For a long moment, he was silent, his thumb trailing the edge of the mask while Rubius’ voice mocked him as it often did.
“If that is what you desire.” He stated coldly but his words weren’t met with the same harshness. Foolish seemed excited by the agreement, his fin ears fluttering to show his joy as if his body language wasn’t enough. So expressive for someone that hid their face.
“Thank you.” Foolish’s head would bow, the mask bumping against the prince's hand with the action. As if it would be a true pleasure to serve the tyrant. Foolish was certainly odd. Something Vegetta couldn’t compare in all of his years of travel and conquer. And Rubius took note quickly. “May I feed you?”
“I beg your pardon?” Foolish chuckled, nodding to the forgotten food sitting on the bed.
While Vegetta’s gaze was on the golden tray, Foolish’s hand rested over the wrist holding his neck. With the leather gauntlet on the prince’s forearm, he wouldn’t have noticed if it weren’t for the quiet clink of one of Foolish’s bracelets hitting the metal buckle on his arm. He looked back at the concubine who was staring back at him with those green eyes. It was no he would wonder if they were a part of the mask of it they were really Foolish’s, it was hard to tell.
“May I?” They were so close, it was only now as Foolish’s voice dipped into something soft did Vegetta full notice the position he had put them in. Just inches apart from their chest brushing together with how close Foolish sat to the edge of the bed.
Silently, Vegetta would nod his head as he released Foolish’s thick neck to reach for the chains on his cape but he could barely slide his hand beneath the heavy fabric before Foolish was touching him. His golden hands, adoring with different rings on almost every finger, rested flat on Vegetta's chest. Slowly sliding up, sending a shiver down the prince’s spine with the action as those delicate hands worked to unclasp the chains.
As expensive fabric fell to the ground, Vegetta found he didn’t mind as he stared ahead at the concubine. Allowing those hands to trace down his arms, unbuckling each gauntlet on his wrist with such care before the item would be placed aside just for Foolish to move on to the next item of undressing his prince. As his hands rested on Vegetta’s waist, he couldn’t stop the shutter while Foolish worked to unbutton his deep violet overlay. And Vegetta allowed it.
Not without consequence as the voice of the demon mocked and teased the prince for his willingness to be undressed by the golden stranger.
“This is a new low, your majesty.” Rubius would mock. Though Vegetta knew the demon was right, he kept silent while his gift worked. As those golden hands slipped beneath overlay, guiding it over the prince’s shoulders with his hands seeming to explore until the overlay shirt would fall to the floor.
Leaving the prince in a flowy cotton shirt, and even then as Foolish’s fingers toyed with the ties that laced the front of the shirt closed; he contemplated if he would allow it if Foolish would try to take it off. But thankfully Foolish would stop there, his hands lingering on the prince's chest for a moment before they would disappear completely as the golden body sat back on his calves.
“Lay with me.” Quite the demanding concubine.
“You really are a bold little one.” Vegetta mused, he wouldn’t even let his men talk to him the way Foolish was, and yet he obeyed as he settled on the bed. Placing the stone earring down on the table beside the bed where it would stay by his side.
“Yes but I’ve decided that you like it.” Foolish would hum, dragging Vegetta’s legs onto the bed when the prince wasn’t fast enough.
“Oh you decided?” Vegetta snickered in his amusement as he watched those skilled hands work on his boots, sliding it off to place the article on the floor before he would work on the other one. Never had Vegetta received such attention.
It was frightening to be honest but not in a way the prince was familiar with, and that was the most startling part. His heart didn’t race in battle like it did as he stared back at the totem mask, watching the body before him closely as it parted his legs without the grace to ask. This was new. Very new.
Still, the prince kept quiet as Foolish dragged the tray besides Vegetta on the bed. Then the golden body would squeeze between the space between his thighs, his bare torso pressed against Vegetta’s. An act that felt only reserved for lovers.
“Are you always this tense?” Foolish would tease in that same soft voice, reminding the prince of a siren. Luring him in with its presence. Though the teasing would go over Vegetta’s head as all he could do was stare back at the masked creature. His mouth pulled into a tight line, unsure of how to respond to such a question.
What could Foolish be expecting of the prince who was rumored to drink the blood of those who fell to him, their souls being trapped and bound to him. All rumors but Vegetta couldn’t expect to be relaxed, especially not now in this unfamiliar scene.
“Lean back.” And despite his better judgment, Vegetta obeyed silently as he leaned back against the pillows on the bed. Seeming to give Foolish just what he wanted as the golden body grew comfortable in his lap with Foolish’s head resting on Vegetta’s chest, one hand resting on the prince’s hip while his free hand toying with the tray. “Sweet or savory, my prince?”
“Sweet.” He would answer after another pause, so caught up in watching those glimmering hands as they plucked two grapes from the vine on the tray. Just to bring the hand up to Vegetta’s mouth, waiting patiently with the fruit pressed against his mouth before the prince would part his lips, allowing the grape to be carefully rolled into his mouth. All the while he stared into those green eyes. This felt like such an intimate act even with the layer of clothes between them.
It wasn’t necessarily uncomfortable, in fact it felt like the opposite, but Vegetta didn’t know how to react to such attention. Never had a servant been so willing for him. Never had he met a person so willing to be so close to him.
Of course his men were another case but he would never expect such intimate behavior from any of them. He had never expected such behavior from anyone.
Foolish was patient before he offered the next grape, waiting for Vegetta to swallow before it would be carefully pressed against his lips like the first. The second grape was easier to enjoy as the prince sagged further into the bed, growing comfortable with the weight of another body against him. Feeling the soft chuckle from Foolish whose hands returned to the tray.
If the food were poisoned Vegetta wasn’t sure he would have ever noticed when Foolish had his undying attention and obedience in that silent moment. The treaty and the rest of the world felt oddly unimportant as the concubine pressed a piece of chocolate against the prince’s lips.
Not an awful way to spend his night in between soft chatter and treats even as the sunrise grew closer and closer by the hour.