Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Hellish Paradise ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

Chapter 4

 

“This slave is a Saiyan.” Vegeta said the words but didn't really assimilate them. He keyed more commands into the DNA scanner to get more information. A new screen came up with personal information.

 

Name: Kakarrot

Sire: Bardock

Rank: low class

Current assignment: Earth

 

Vegeta's eyes widened at the familiar name. “Kakorot!” He knew the name through Radize. Kakarrot was Radize's brother. They also shared a Sire. Radize looked questionably at Vegeta most likely wanting to know why the Prince had mentioned his brother.

 

“Hey did Napa tell you that name?” The slave now known to be Kakarrot questioned.

 

“No he didn't why?”

 

The taller of the pair scratched his head in confusion. “Well because he was calling me Kakarrot. So if you didn't get it from him, where'd you get it from?”

 

At that moment Radize must have realized what Vegeta had quickly discovered. “Then he's my brother?” Radize asked in a surprised tone. Vegeta ignored Radize as his thoughts started to come together. “Kakarrot, are you sure of this?” The low class Saiyan nodded. `Then Napa knew he was Saiyan before he captured him. He still made him a slave! He will pay for this disgrace. I would be sure of that.'

 

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Radize stared at Kakarrot. The only time he'd seen his brother was through a view window when Kakarrot was a newborn baby. He'd known that his brother would be sent away. He'd excepted it and moved on. He'd only been a young child then and his memories were vague.

 

“Brother?” Kakorot questioned walking slowly towards him. Radize nodded stiffly, it was improper for a Saiyan to show emotion. He certainly wasn't going to show any in front of the Prince. He had so many unanswered questions. What was his brother doing here and as a slave? It was an out rage! No Saiyan, no matter what their background, should be a slave.

 

Kakarrot looked from Prince Vegeta back to Radize. “How could I be your brother?” He asked uncertain. Radize couldn't blame him. It was plain to see the newfound Saiyan knew nothing of his heritage. He growled wondering now what had caused him to loose this knowledge.

 

Kakarrot picked himself up from where he still lay and slowly walked over to study the longhaired Saiyan. He peered at him making Radize notably uneasy under the stare.

 

“Kakarrot do you remember your parents?” Kakarrot turned to Prince Vegeta pausing before he answered. “Well no,” he admitted, “when I was a baby my grandpa found me in the woods.” Radize gasped, those people raised him!

 

Prince Vegeta nodded and turned to Radize. “I want you to take Kakarrot to your chambers and get him some proper clothing. Also if Napa has filed anything on him erase them. I will meet up with you later. I have some business to attend to.” The anger in his voice was plain and Radize prayed it wasn't aimed at him.

 

He nodded not daring to argue with the angry Prince. Kakarrot did not seem to have that concern. “But Vegeta what about you?” Radize gasped amazed that his younger brother would dare challenge the Prince. Prince Vegeta stuttered slightly not used to being questioned. To Radize's shock, Kakarrot received no punishment save for an angry look and some harsh words.

 

“Don't concern yourself with me baka. Just do as your told.” He strode out of the room in a very Prince-like stature. Radize sighed staring down at his brother in dismay. Kakarrot had a whole lot to learn about the Saiyan ways. Lessons Radize was curtain he would learn, one way or another.

 

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Vegeta stormed down the hall in fury. Napa had known this entire time. Vegeta would make him pay for this insult. The Saiyans were a proud race and commoner or not, no Saiyan was ever to be made a slave.

 

`Hell, he is a commoner and I'm in love with him!' Of course Vegeta knew that didn't matter. Love or not it held no place in his life. Kakarrot was simply a fellow Saiyan warrior and one of his few remaining subjects. That was the way it would stay, for both their sakes.

 

Vegeta shifted his focus away from his thoughts as he neared Napa's cambers. He didn't bother with the lock but sent a ki blast though the door. He strode in casually spotting Napa instantly.

 

“M-My Prince, how may I hel-help you?” The large Saiyan stuttered.

 

Vegeta growled in rage, “You dare ask me such a thing! Your actions disgrace both you and your entire race! Do not think I will let you live after what you have done! You knew Kakarrot was a Saiyan. You filthy beast!”

 

Napa's eyes widened and he turned and ran. He didn't make three paces before Vegeta was on him firing a punch to the bald Saiyan's gut. Napa gasped and Vegeta smirked. He would drag this out. He would make the large man suffer for this.

 

He raised his hand ki forming around it and suddenly Kakarrot's face flashed before him. Some how Vegeta knew the lighthearted Saiyan wouldn't what this. He wouldn't want Napa to suffer, even if the disgraceful creature deserved it.

 

Vegeta sighed and fired one hard blast at Napa. A shrill cry echoed in the room and the large Saiyan fell never to get up again. Vegeta turned at once. He would leave the creatures body to rot. He had far better things to do.

 

~~~

 

“Well that should do,” Radize said. Goku nodded still not sure what was going on. As Radize had worked away on a computer Goku had kept his eyes on the Saiyan. Radize was quite tall, taller then Goku by far. His hair fell down his back in a thick spiky waterfall. Goku's hair stood up atop his head and had several lazy spikes. From these things alone it was impossible to see the resemblance between the two. Their ears were similar, but that could be chance. In truth Goku wasn't convinced.

 

“Kakarrot come here,” Radize said interrupting the others thoughts. Goku walked over. He'd gotten used to the name Kakarrot. It didn't really bother him to here it from Radize or Vegeta. After all it was not a symbol of slavery in their eyes.

 

Goku peered over at the computer screen to see what Radize wanted to show him. When he looked he nearly jumped back with surprise. The man in the picture on the screen could have easily been his twin. The man's face was scared and his mouth was curved into a sneer. It was because of these two things that Goku knew this was not him. Otherwise he could have been fooled.

 

“This was our father, Bardock. Look down here Kakarrot.” He pointed to some writing under Bardock's picture. There was lots of information. Age of death and class was included. It also listed the Saiyan's offspring, Radize, and himself, Kakarrot. Goku was sure of it now. This was his brother. He smiled brightly at Radize. He'd never had a brother before. He wondered what it would be like.

 

He was about to ask Radize more about his father when Vegeta came into the room. Goku smiled running over to him. He took one look at Vegeta's face and slowed his pace. He looked down at Vegeta smiling. Vegeta, not knowing how to deal with the smiling Saiyan ignored him.

 

“Radize, I see you have gotten him a uniform. Have you cleared all files classified him as a slave?” Radize nodded at Vegeta. “Yes Sir, there was only one and it didn't go into any detail. I also changed Napa's report so that it stated he returned back with a new recruit rather then a slave. What are we going to do with Napa?”

 

Vegeta spat, “that buffoon will not cause us any more trouble.” This seemed to mean something to Radize because his whole body tightened before he nodded. It meant nothing to Goku, however.

 

“I'm going to sleep now. Keep Kakarrot with you.” Goku shook his head. “Ah Vegeta? Would it be okay if I stayed with you?” Goku wasn't certain why he asked. It wasn't that he felt safe or even secure around the Prince. He just felt, right.

 

For a moment Vegeta didn't answer and Goku was sure he'd say no. Then the small Saiyan nodded and Goku smiled happily. “Good night Radize!” Goku called out to his brother before following Vegeta out. Radize stood staring after his brother in shook.

 

~~~

 

Vegeta could hear Kakarrot skipping around behind him. He growled at the other Saiyan thankful that there was no one else in the hall. Saiyans simply did not skip.

 

Vegeta turned into his chambers with Kakarrot on his tail. “I'll be back in a moment,” The prince headed for the bathroom and a much-needed shower. He turned the water to it's highest setting, his thoughts centered on all that had happened that day. He sighed, his defenses slipping now that he was alone.

 

`Dam it, Kakarrot is stunning.' He grunted disgusted by his own thoughts. This was not some slave he could pleasure himself with without consequence. This was a Saiyan and low class or not he was to be treated like one.

 

Vegeta sighed stepping out from the water's spray. The strange thing was that he didn't want Kakarrot in that way. He didn't want the other Saiyan to be hurt and humiliated as Vegeta had been in his life. He didn't want to force the beautiful man either. He didn't know what he wanted and it drove him crazy. All he knew was he felt a need that was stronger than any hunger or thirst. A need he didn't know how to fill.

 

Once dry Vegeta picked up a clean pair of clothes and dressed quickly. Who knew how much damage Kakarrot had caused his possessions while he was gone? When he walked out of the bathroom he was quite surprised to find his living area still in tack.

 

Kakarrot stood at the far side of the room, his face covered in a look of horror. “What's wrong with you?” Vegeta spat at the other Saiyan. Kakarrot turned around and Vegeta was surprised to see rage written in the other man's features. “How could you do this Vegeta?” Kakarrot asked and his voice echoed with quite anger.

 

~~~

 

Goku decided to use the time he had while Vegeta took a shower to look around the room. Decorations in this room were seriously lacking. The room had a single bed, a nightstand, and plenty of bare walls. The flooring was hard and cold. Goku shivered, not for the first time since he'd come here. This whole place was like the inside of a freezer.

 

Goku tip toed over to a drawer in the nightstand and opened it peering inside. His eyes lit up as he viewed the contents of the drawer. There was a cloak, crimson red and very, very soft. It was small, as if made for a young boy. That didn't take away from it though, if anything it made it all the more wonderful.

 

Goku wondered why Vegeta kept it hidden away in a drawer. The second thing that caught his eye was, well he didn't know what it was. It was a rectangular wooden block with many knobs and sharp needle-like sticks coming out of two of the sides. Goku picked it up, mindful of the sharp pointed ends and pushed against one of the smooth round orbs. To his surprise it didn't move. Goku examined more closely. Not many things could stay put under Goku's pressure, even when he wasn't pushing that hard. He adjusted the pressure pushing down harder.

 

This time the orb moved stinking into the block and out of sight. Simultaneously another orb emerged from the block on the opposite side of the rectangle. Goku hastily put it down worried he had broken it.

 

He was about to close the drawer when something caught his eye. It wasn't anything special in appearance. Just a wrinkled paper that looked as if it had been waded up in a ball and thorn away just to be fished out.

 

Goku picked it up with careful hands treating the small shred of paper as if it could crumble at his slightest touch. It was a picture of two people, a man, and a boy. The boy was a miniature version of Vegeta. Same spiky hair, same glaring eyes. He wore the red clock that lay in the drawer. Goku ran his finger over the boy's face. So this was Vegeta as a kid.

 

Goku blinked averting his gaze to the man beside Vegeta. He too was smirking. It was plain that this was Vegeta's father, the resemblance was eerie. Goku thought of his own father, Bardock. He'd looked just like Goku. Maybe having a mirror image of yourself in your children was common in Saiyans. The only difference between this man and Vegeta was size and hair color. The man was larger and his hair was a brownish black rather then the pure black of Vegeta's hair.

 

This was not the average father and son photo. Vegeta was not hosted up onto the man's shoulders or even smiling at him. The picture looked like a picture of businessmen rather then family.

 

Goku put the picture back and closed the drawer. He then turned to continue his search of the room. He found nothing of interest, save for a door, most likely leading to a closet. He skipped over to it merrily and opened it.

 

He froze, his heart threatening to stop from the sight before him. Terror filled him. How could Vegeta do that?

 

Before Goku was a room that was the twin of the one Napa had taken him to. Only this one had been used, recently. Goku was certain of that because the smell of blood and fear still lingered. He heard Vegeta come up behind him and whirled his trust in the Prince gone. “What's wrong with you?” Vegeta's voice held no concern. He eyed the Prince knowing all to well the kind of man now stood before him. The man he had once liked so much he now knew to be a killer. He felt a great sickness grow within him. He just needed to know one thing. “How could you do this Vegeta?”