Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Heavy Bond ❯ Part 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Hello newdkidt, Serena1985, Rourinu! Thank you for your nice reviews! Well, I hope you won't “stumble” on this so called originality of this fic. I do tend to make my stories the way I like them, so I rather hope you'll get along with the fic ^_~ Serena, so you jumped from Working out the Paradox to this one? Umm…actually I have written plenty of DBZ fics. If you like them less “tweaked” I think you have several to choose from ^_~

 

 

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ characters. I'm not making any profit.

Warnings: Yaoi (male x male). Kakarott x Vegeta, Bardock x ?

 

Heavy Bond

 

by chayron (lttomb@yahoo.com), beta-read by Redmarshin

 

Part 2

 

Kakarott had woken up late. The sun was already high in the sky; a mere shaft of light could be seen beaming through the not drawn curtains of the immense windows that accompanied the room. He quickly looked around, his eyes wide and blinking. After a second he slumped back into the bed, finally having recognized and remembered the place. He turned his head to the clock that was standing on a mahogany cupboard next to the bed. He had to see his father before he left. He had only several hours until his father left Vegeta-sei.

 

Kakarott quickly took a shower and found his clothes; this time he chose simpler clothes than yesterday - blue top and trousers, simple black boots and a white armor. He put them on and stood against the mirror. He stared at the teeth-mark on his shoulder and neck conjunction. It was still stinging a little - while taking a shower he had to avoid the stream flowing over the shoulder.

 

Kakarott trailed his fingertips over the claim-mark. He didn't like it. The bite was red and swollen, but he couldn't cover the bite up - a mated Saiyan had to show the claim-mark all the time and even if Kakarott wasn't proud of this mark at all and felt no joy or happiness in having it, even less in showing it off, he was still required to wear revealing clothes at the neck. The claim-mark was a sign of the union. The union between Vegeta-sei and Hetela.

 

Kakarott left the room. Surprised, he looked at the guard who was standing at the other side of his room's door, but after he moved, the guard began to follow him. Yesterday he dismissed all his bodyguards to let them have some fun and note the union the way they liked. It was already agreed that his bodyguards would be replaced by the king's employed people. It seemed that somebody was already taking care of the matter. Kakarott turned back to observe the guard who was wearing dark blue colors that were characteristic for the castle guards.

 

“I'm going to meet my father. It would be better if you waited here.” Kakarott stated, turning back to continue to walk down the corridor. He heard the guard following him.

 

“Sir, I was ordered to follow you,” the guard answered in a firm voice.

 

“I don't need your assistance now.” Kakarott shook his head. “When I'll go outside the castle, I'll send someone to call you or something.”

 

The guard didn't reply, only proceeded with following him. Kakarott felt his patience had reached its limits. He stopped and turned around.

 

“Listen, I think I stated myself very clearly before and I do not want to have to repeat myself again. I'm in a fucked up mood right now and if you fuck around any longer, you can be sure that I'll demonstrate to you your orders' priority,” he calmly explained to the guard. “Now, go away.” In which he again turned around to leave.

 

“Yes, sir,” the guard muttered as he saluted and turned the other way.

 

Kakarott now wasn't exactly sure which way to go. He hadn't acquainted himself with the castle yet, however at this moment he simply didn't want to have anyone around. By the time he reached his father's door, he was already regretting having sent the guard away.

 

“Come in,” answered a voice after Kakarott knocked on the door.

 

“Hi,” Kakarott said as he opened the door. He quickly crossed the room and plopped on the bed behind his father who was sitting at the table and looking through some papers.

 

Kakarott observed the room. “And here I thought that my room was bad…” he sighed. He heard his father chuckle.

 

“Simply ask to redecorate it.” His father turned around, smiling. Then his face turned more serious. “Are you okay? Yesterday you really didn't look good and later had disappeared somewhere.”

 

“Sorry about that,” Kakarott nodded. “I think it was food. I'm not used to the ren.”

 

His father smiled. “Yeah, they eat too much fatty foods and drink too much.” He observed his son again. “Is everything okay?”

 

Kakarott was silent for some time. “Probably,” he finally shrugged. “I mean I think it is okay.”

 

“How is Vegeta?” Bardock asked standing up from the chair and going to sit on the bed next to his son. He wanted to say so many things to his son, to give so many advices, but mostly he wanted to simply take his son back with him to Hetela. That was impossible though.

 

Kakarott sighed, frowning. “He is a self-obsessed bastard.”

 

Bardock looked at his son. “That bad?” He didn't let the worry cross his face.

 

Kakarott shrugged. “Don't know. He's pissing me off though. I'm planning on having it all out with him just to shut him up.”

 

Bardock sighed. “I always thought that Velari would have been a much better option for you. The only problem is that he's second-born.”

 

“Velari?” Kakarott said a bit surprised. He shrugged then. “Don't know, I don't think that he's any better. He's following his brother everywhere like a lost puppy.”

 

Bardock shook his head. “I'll give you some advice, Kakarott. If you need anything - ask Velari. I thought that Vegeta was smarter but it seems he's just a damn stubborn fool. Probably he, like some people here, thinks that we took advantage of this situation. I've talked with Velari several times. He's a clever man, Kakarott. Even if your mate needs time to realize several things, Velari already understands the situation. Go to him or you can go to King Vegeta if the situation is more serious. Don't expect them to start jumping around you but if required, they will both stand beside you.”

 

Kakarott was silent. He stared at the velvet covers on the bed. “I hate this place.” He didn't want to say that as he didn't want to make things worse than they already were. He didn't want to complain to his father and make their separation even more difficult, but somehow he couldn't help it.

 

Bardock gazed at his slumped son. “There's nowhere to retreat anymore. It's over. You two are mated, the union is already working.”

 

Kakarott groaned. “I know that, father. I know that it's not the end of the world. I know that in the end I'll get used to this place, will start calling it home and will find some new friends. I know that in the end the bond will become strong enough to beat that stubbornness out of Vegeta, but still…”

 

Bardock nodded “He'll accept you in the end.” He fell silent. “Gods, I wish it hadn't come to this,” he sighed. “But I'll tell you this - if the fucker ever touches you, tell me and I'll fucking kill him.”

 

Kakarott laughed, amused. “You're better off not to stick your nose into this business. We are mated after all; he'll never raise a finger against me.”

 

“A finger maybe not…” Bardock drawled. “But you're very naïve, child… Be careful.”

 

Kakarott blinked.

 

XXXXX

 

The docks were full off people who came to see the Duke of Hetela leave.

 

Bardock turned to his son for the last time. “Take care, son. If needed - you can always rely on me.”

 

“I know, father.” Kakarott nodded pressing his fist to his left armored breast to show respect.

 

Bardock sighed. “Yes, but I also know that you won't ask for help either…”

 

Kakarott smiled, bowing his head. “You yourself taught me that one has to deal with his problems on his own, father.”

 

“Sometimes I wish I hadn't been such a good teacher…” Bardock gave a faint smile at Kakarott's back of the head. “Well, if you ever manage to talk your mate into visiting Hetela…” Bardock smiled wider.

 

Kakarott laughed softly. “We'll see. Maybe we'll come sooner than you expect.”

 

“And I want my first grandchild to be named Bardock,” Bardock grinned at wide-eyed Kakarott. “To hell with the Vegetas; don't listen to them.” He grinned even wider as Kakarott began to sweat.

 

Kakarott managed a strangled laugh. “You can't be serious…” he gasped at his father's demanding expression. “We'll see about the name,” he stammered then. “I doubt it will happen in this century anyway…”

 

Bardock chuckled. “See you soon, son.” He smiled at Kakarott putting his palm on Kakarott's right fist that was still clenched on Kakarott's left breast.

 

“See you around, father,” he nodded, smiling.

 

Kakarott savored the feeling of his father's warm palm on his skin. He felt it long after until it evaporated into the surrounding air, until his father and the spaceship were gone. He turned to go. He noticed his blue-dressed bodyguards follow him. His mate was still standing and talking about something with king Vegeta. Kakarott wondered if he should wait, but then decided not to - he was in no mood to stand here anyway.

 

“You three,” Kakarott turned to his bodyguards, “go home. You,” he looked at the guard that he had sent away in the morning. “Come with me.” he motioned.

 

“Sir?” three guards weren't so sure about the new order.

 

“Are you questioning your lord?” A tiny ki beam appeared on Velari's fingertip.

 

Kakarott turned around at the voice. He saw his bodyguards quickly scatter around. “I think I would have managed to deal with my guards without your help.” Kakarott glared at Velari.

 

The beam disappeared from Velari's fingertip. Velari turned away from Kakarott. “I have no doubt about that,” he softly said. “The thing is that we still need to set the priority between the orders. It would be good if you'd see me in the evening about this matter.” He walked back to his brother and father.

 

Kakarott glared at Velari's back then turned around and left the docks, muttering under his breath silently.

 

XXXXX

 

Kakarott sat on the grass and stared at the lake and warmed up in the sun. His bodyguard was sitting several respectful steps away. Kakarott had left the docks and had been reluctant to come back to the castle so he had gone the opposite way. After about an hour of flying he found this lake and decided that it would be a good idea to finally stop; the damn planet was round anyway, so he wasn't going to escape anywhere.

 

“Sir, can I express my opinion?” the guard finally asked after ten minutes of sitting silently behind Kakarott's back.

 

“Yes.” Kakarott rolled his eyes at the water that currently sparkled with the sun.

 

“Your lordship should go back to the castle,” the guard said. “They probably are already looking for your lordship. Your lordship didn't warn anyone about this small trip, did he?”

 

Kakarott turned around to observe the guard. The guard was the same age or even older than his father. He spoke respectfully but there was not a trace of fear in his voice and he could hear several embracing notes. Kakarott turned to gaze back at the lake. “And if I don't want to go back yet?”

 

“Then your lordship should find the nearest tavern, get deadly drunk, find several nice men to fuck and come back in the morning.”

 

Kakarott turned around to stare at the guard. He blinked. “I like you,” he said, closing his mouth. “Soo…” he stood up. “Where's the nearest tavern?” he asked.

 

“Combo Gain is only several kilometers away.” The guard stood up as well.

 

“One problem,” Kakarott frowned. “I don't have even a veri on me.”

 

“Your lordship will return the money later.” The guard shrugged. “No problems with that. But first your lordship will have to get something simpler to dress.”

 

“Oh,” Kakarott looked at himself. “I suppose…”

 

“We could come over to my brother's; he's almost the same built as your lordship.”

 

Kakarott nodded. “Okay. And quit with that “lordship” - it takes too much time to pronounce. “Sir” will be just fine.”

 

“With all respect, sir,” the guard said after they were flying to the house of the guard's brother, “you do realize what you are getting into?”

 

Kakarott scratched his spiky head. “Are you talking about the mating or the tavern?”

 

“Both.”

 

Kakarott was silent for some time. “I think I have a pretty good idea into what quagmire I've gotten into…” he finally muttered.

 

They reached the house and Kakarott changed his clothes into those of a simple soldier.

 

“You visit this tavern frequently?” Kakarott asked when they already were flying to the tavern.

 

“Only when prince Velari goes there.”

 

“Velari?” Kakarott asked, surprised.

 

“Yeah,” the guard nodded. “Velari. With time, sir will get to know many things about this family.”

 

Soon they reached the tavern. The building itself looked pretty old and not too exciting. Although the inside was a bit better - there were several paintings and decorations. There were also about ten scratched tables and about fifteen people situated at them and at the bar.

 

Kakarott and his companion chose the free table in the very corner. Kakarott took his time to observe the tavern while his bodyguard was buying him a drink. He liked the atmosphere - the people seemed to mind their own business, there wasn't might lighting in the premises and there was soft music playing in the background. After turning back to his bodyguard he noticed him having a conversation with the bartender. They seemed to know each other well enough; although, bartenders always seem to make that impression. He waited for his bodyguard to return with the drinks.

 

Kakarott reached out his hand for his drink. “How much do I owe you?”

 

“Sir will get the bill in the morning,” the bodyguard grinned giving the mug to Kakarott.

 

Kakarott grinned back. He smelled his brown drink suspiciously. He scrunched his nose. “What the hell is it?”

 

The guard grinned again. “Mead.”

 

“Are you sure?” Kakarott smelled his drink again. “You can't deceive me; I've had mead several times and this doesn't look like it.”

 

The guard laughed, amused. “Sir thinks that I want to poison him?”

 

“No,” Kakarott shook his head, “but I'm sure as hell that you'd like to give me a sick stomach or at least a horrible headache.”

 

The guard laughed again. “This one will give sir a horrible headache, that's for sure, but others are even worse. This is mead, sir.”

 

Kakarott smelled his drink again then raised his mug. “What's your name, actually?”

 

“Korinto,” the guard raised his mug too to meet Kakarott's.

 

“For the union and for this evening, Korinto,” Kakarott clinked his glass with Korinto's.

 

“For the union and for this evening, sir,” Korinto nodded.

 

After several more mugs and then even more the moods rose and the tongues became looser.

 

“So…” Korinto looked at Kakarott through his turbid mug. “I'm very curious, sir. How was the first night?”

 

Kakarott blinked then blushed. Velari did spread the rumors after all… He sighed and took a gulp of his already almost empty mug.

 

“Thought so,” Korinto nodded. “Even didn't have a decency to make the event more pleasant for you. Bast… Bad prince,” Korinto corrected himself.

 

“Bastard,” Kakarott nodded, agreeing. “I have never thought that he could be such an asshole,” he sighed into his mug. “My mate is an asshole,” he sighed again. “Such a declination… to have an asshole for a mate…” he gulped his mead again.

 

“Maybe he'll come round,” Korinto mused while with a huge interest observing the content of his mug. “You've mated after all, you have a bond now. Well, sort of… And you're intelligent, fun and handsome. I mean, who wouldn't want a mate like you? And I can bet that in bed you're unbelievable…” He winked at Kakarott.

 

Kakarott blushed fiercely. “I still have to test that one,” he muttered into his mug.

 

Korinto almost sprayed the mead from his mouth. “W-what?” he choked out. “You can't be serious…” he stuttered. “You are still a virgin?”

 

Kakarott blushed even more. “Well, the talks about the mating began a long time ago. I knew one day I'll have to come here. I thought it would have been silly to start any normal relationship on Hetela. Besides, I still haven't had my first heat.”

 

“Oh my god,” Korinto muttered, taking a swig. “Child, you do realize what will happen after several weeks, don't you?”

 

Kakarott nodded in dismay. “Yeah, I do.” He fished out a fly out of his mug and gave it a flick to the floor. He eyed his mead suspiciously again.

 

“How old are you?” Korinto finally asked, after having fully regained his breath.

 

“Eighteen,” Kakarott sighed. He watched the fly pick itself up from the floor and start crawling towards the bar, leaving a small wet trail behind itself on the floor.

 

Korinto gasped first then shushed him, “Shhh… hell, they will throw us out…” he looked around the tavern to be sure that no one heard that.

 

Kakarott rolled his eyes. He sighed as he got lost the fly out of his sight.

 

“I'm serious,” Korinto shook his head. “What are you going to do when your heat starts? If your relationship with the prince doesn't improve…”

 

“Maybe you know a good brothel near by…?” Kakarott muttered taking a good swig from his newly refilled mug. “I think it's going to be the only way.” Sure he had thought about it. Though, because he hadn't experienced it yet, it always seemed a bit weird to think about. Heat was always something that others had. It wasn't an urgent problem. Somehow he thought that he'd deal with it when the time came.

 

The heat itself wouldn't be so bad. But as he had never been in heat and now was mated, after several days his body was going to start going through all the preparations and the heat was soon going to start. First heat after the mating was always unbelievably strong. For those who have never had heat before the mating, it was something unbelievable - he had heard plenty of stories. Everybody knew that. Some sick bastards were even buying young men to mate them and then bed them; usually later the unfortunate men were killed or simply sold or passed on for further use. Kakarott had no idea what was awaiting him.

 

“And what you've gotten yourself into…” Korinto shook his head, sighing. “You know, I'm staring to sympathize with you… And what about your father? How in the hell could he have put you into the situation like this?” He observed a man that was sitting at the next table - if he was right, the man was trying to flirt with him. Or maybe he was seeing things.

 

“Politics is politics and feelings are feelings. They don't mix.” Kakarott smelled his mug suspiciously again. The drink smelt horrible, the taste was even worse, but it was pleasantly working on his overcrowded head. “Besides, my father was sure that I have had my first heat.”

 

“You lied to him?” Korinto asked, motioning for the bartender to take care of their almost empty mugs. He observed the guy at the next table once again. The guy winked at him.

 

Kakarott nodded. “Yeah, several months more and hell knows what this situation would have turned into…”

 

Korinto sighed. “I think we should get a room here while we are conscious. I doubt we'll manage to get farther than that door.”

 

Kakarott raised his head to observe the big double door. “Do you have enough money?”

 

“We'll inscribe this into prince Velari's account. They know me here anyway,” he chuckled. “Kidding,” he threw his hands, hiccupping, after Kakarott gave him a mistrustful look. “I'll pay later.” He turned around to wink back at the guy.

 

Then Korinto somehow managed to get up and go to make arrangements for the two rooms. He came back to Kakarott who was threatening to fall asleep on the table. “C'mon,” Korinto raised Kakarott from his place. He realized that it wasn't a good idea - he was hardly able to keep his own weight.

 

Somehow they managed to reach Kakarott's room. He left Kakarott in his room. Locked Kakarott's door, put the key into his pocket and went back into the bar to see that attractive guy.

 

XXXXX

 

Kakarott clutched his head and groaned loudly. He sat up in the bed. He observed the room he was in and warily remembered where he was.

 

It was midday already - the sun could be seen high in the sky. Kakarott groaned again, this time not in pain. He was going to get it for this. He climbed out of the bed, all the time clutching his throbbing head and went to the door. It was locked.

 

“What the…” Kakarott blinked. Who the hell locked him in? Then he realized that Korinto probably wanted to be sure that he wouldn't wander away. Korinto was his bodyguard after all.

 

Kakarott went back to his bed. He sat there for some time and then decided that he had to get out; nobody knew when Korinto was going to wake up. He'd pay for the door later. But before he could have put the plan into action, he heard the key insert into the lock then turned and the door opened to reveal Korinto standing behind it.

 

“Sir?” Korinto took Kakarott's appearance in.

 

Kakarott sighed. “My head is pounding.”

 

“We can fix that.” Korinto grinned.

 

XXXXX

 

“Where the fuck have you been?” Vegeta hissed at his mate as soon as Kakarott stepped through the door. “Are you a complete idiot?! Where have you been roaming around?! If you do something like this again, next time I'll fucking…”

 

Kakarott punched his mate straight in the face, sending him flying into the wall. The prince hit the wall loudly and dropped to the floor, blinking his shocked eyes at Kakarott in disbelief. Kakarott walked unsteadily over to his mate.

 

“Shut up,” Kakarott hissed at his mate. “You can't imagine how I've wanted to do that,” he giggled at Vegeta who got back up.

 

Vegeta gave a loud threatening growl, jumping at Kakarott who didn't even blink, except hiccupping loudly. Then Vegeta lowered his fists, deciding that it was no use. “Go to sleep, we'll talk later,” he hissed, turning away from his drunken mate. He heard Kakarott groan behind his back.

 

“Shit, I'm gonna be sick,” Kakarott groaned again, running unsteadily out of the room.

 

TBC

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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