FIC: The True Queen
Title: The True Queen
Fandom: Dragon Ball Z
Pairing: King Vegeta/Zorn
Warnings: Mentions of Prince Vegeta's mom. Misogyny (sort of), frottage, foodstuffs, a baby, Fluff laek woah.
Summary: Late at night, Zorn has to make a steak for his beloved's wife. Luckily, he gets company.

The True Queen

The little prince curled up with a little whine as Zorn put the blanket over his small body. In only a few hours, they would be awakened again by the fussy prince. Zorn smiled at the thought. It would be just another excuse to hold the small form in his arms again. If his King didn't care so much about appearances, Zorn would just hold the child the entire night.

Unfortunately, Vegeta did care. He cared very much.

If he hadn't, Rosicheena wouldn't even be here.

"Are you done, Zorn." The queen asked, appearing in the hallway with a discontent face. "If the prince is asleep, I need something to eat."

Zorn choked back something that threatened to rise from his chest. Whether it was a yawn or a sigh, he didn't know. Either one would have angered the woman who owned his beloved's heart.

"Is there a particular dish you would like, your highness?" Zorn asked, pretending to adjust Prince Vegeta's blanket.

"I'm in the mood for..." Rosicheena said, pausing to think for a moment. "Perhaps a Beast steak. You know how to make it..."

The royal family's personal servant plastered on his best smile, feeling the resentment pushing his jaw closed. "Right away, my Queen."

The queen disappeared to her personal quarters as Zorn went down the hall to the kitchen. He closed the door behind him and let out a sigh. Her child was screaming and she can only think of how rare her steak should be.

He washed his hands as though he were doing surgery and went cautiously to the freezer. He opened it with his bare foot and walked in, his feet crunching under the shredded ice.

Surely she'd eat it this time, he told himself as he moved a large flank of beast to the cutting table. He quickly cut a steak from a center piece of the meat, the way she liked it, and carefully wrapped it in wax paper before taking it into the kitchen.

When he left the freezer, he bumped the door with his hip and walked away as it swung sharply closed.

He put the wrapped steak on the cutting board as he bent down into the lower cupboards for the pan.

Something warm pressed against his back just as he grabbed the frying pan. He jumped, nearly hitting his head on the bottom of the counter. Luckily, large hands were combing through his hair and preemptively padding his movement.

"Sire!" Zorn gasped, feeling himself pulled back against a broad chest. "Do you need a snack as well?"

Deep laughter rang through Zorn's ears as King Vegeta's hand wound its way around Zorn's waist. "I'm more capable of making my own snack."

Zorn felt himself grin as he turned around to look at his king. The hand that hadn't yet touched him was holding a plate with two sandwiches on it. Zorn laughed softly as he put the pan on the stovetop. "If only the queen were so resourceful."

Vegeta laughed and put the plate down on the cutting board, keeping enough distance from the wrapped steak. "She's not unresourceful. She's just lazy!"

"Oh, is that why she left your bed?" Zorn laughed, turning on the stove and intentionally brushing against Vegeta as he reached for the queen's steak.

"I dismissed her from my bed." Vegeta whispered huskily, leaning down to let his breath hit Zorn's neck. "To make room for you."

Zorn's eyes watered as he leaned up to kiss his King. The older man's beard tickled his chin and he moaned into the beautiful sensation.

Vegeta broke the kiss, setting Zorn's attention back to the Queen's easily overcooked steak. Zorn checked it anxiously, hoping that the beast would still be bleeding.

He could hear Vegeta doing something, but he couldn't take his eyes from the steak for a moment until it was finished. He checked it again, sighing through his forced diligence.

Something bitesized was pressed to his lips as Zorn continued to focus on the Queen's order. He parted his lips and let his king push the bit of sandwich through. He hummed his gratitude as he savored the taste of his beloved's cooking.

He wasn't sure if it was the actual sandwich or its creation that was so wonderful. Either way, Zorn moaned around the flavor as he swallowed, bending over to check the Queen's meat again.

"Your father would throw a fit..." Zorn said with a smirk, shaking his head lightly, "Leftover Sandwiches..."

"Last night's roast beast and salad dressing..." He acknowledged, taking a bite of the uncut sandwich.

Zorn watched as the king cut another bite sized piece from one of the sandwiches and picked it up. He put it to Zorn's lips and smiled as a soft tongue lapped the bit of salad dressing from his fingers.

The steak was ready and Zorn turned off the heat and threw the steak onto a plate. Blood leaked onto the plate, happily pooling at the bottom of the meat.

"I need to take this to the Queen..." Zorn said, sighing slightly.

"Don't call her that." Vegeta said, as softly as his gruff voice would allow, "She's just a vessel for birth..."

Zorn laughed and picked out a knife and fork from the drawer. "Then I should take the Uterus her snack!"

Vegeta laughed, his voice echoing through the kitchen. He pulled Zorn close to him and claimed the younger man's lips in a heated kiss. He felt his lover's knees tremble as he broke the kiss.

"Come to my bed?" Vegeta whispered, thrusting against the smaller man's thigh, "I've been waiting for my Queen."