Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Heavy Bond ❯ Part 3 ( Chapter 3 )

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Thank you for your nice reviews. Yup, Kakarott can't let Vegeta to impose on him the entire time… It can be done both ways…

 

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Well, I'm glad you like it so far ^_~ Actually, all of my fics are similar. I suppose if you like one, you'll like the rest of them…

 

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

Warnings: Yaoi (male x male). Kakarott x Vegeta.

 

Heavy Bond

 

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

 

Part 3

 

Kakarott groaned as the sun began to glare at his eyes. He blinked for several seconds, tossed in the bed then groaned again. His head and his bladder were bursting. He groaned again as he remembered yesterday's encounter with his mate. He really shouldn't have stayed in that tavern for so long. He had come back in the evening of his second day of absence from the castle. Vegeta had a right to be mad with him.

 

Kakarott rolled off the bed and sheets and padded into the bathroom.

 

The shower had refreshed him and his head felt a little better. He dressed and then left the room. He presumed that today he was going to have a serious conversation with his mate; actually he was sure that his mate was going to have a serious conversation with him.

 

“Sir, prince Vegeta has asked for you to come to his chambers as soon as sir is available.”

 

Kakarott turned his head to the guard that was standing at his door. “Tell prince Vegeta that I'll come as soon as I have had something to eat,” he said. “Actually where's the kitchen in this building? I suppose I'm too late for the breakfast.”

 

The guard suppressed his smile. “In half an hour dinner will be served in the royal dining room. However if sir is really hungry he could send someone to bring some food from the kitchen.”

 

Kakarott thought a moment. He wanted to solve the problems before food - he hated someone disturbing his meal. But he also hated solving problems with an empty stomach. “Get me a sandwich,” he sighed.

 

The guard nodded. “Yes, sir.”

 

“I'll be on my way to the prince.” Kakarott sighed again.

 

On his way to his mate Kakarott finished munching on the sandwich. He was anxious. He had a feeling that now they were going to divide their responsibilities and get several things clear between them.

 

Kakarott approached the door and knocked. After he heard a response, he entered. The prince was reading. This time Kakarott took time to observe his mate. Vegeta's build was much more compact than that of the most Saiyans. Although, while alone and not beside other Saiyan, the prince always looked even higher than an average Saiyan. Vegeta knew how to hold himself. He knew that despite that he lacked in height, his body more than compensated that.

 

The prince was attractive. Somehow the compact, curvy body and the fierce, sharp features made a very appealing combination. Vegeta also had a very beautiful tail - the tail was a rich dark brown-reddish color, long and puffy. The prince, like all Saiyans, to keep his treasure secure, held it wrapped around his waist the entire time.

 

Kakarott had to agree that his mate was attractive.

 

The prince put the book aside trying not to close the page on where he had stopped reading. He observed Kakarott who crossed the room and sat down on the couch. Kakarott noticed a faint bruise under his mate's eye. He squirmed a bit uncomfortably.

 

“Err…sorry about that.”

 

Vegeta gave him a searching look. But he didn't notice any pretence neither in Kakarott's eyes nor his voice. But the prince's eyes hardened and flashed anyway. “You do realize that while loafing around you harm not only your own reputation, but also mine?”

 

“Nobody recognized me,” Kakarott shook his head. Although he realized that his mate didn't exactly mean this. He sighed. “I'm sorry that I didn't tell. Somehow I wanted to get away.”

 

Vegeta observed him once again. “It's a bit too late now, don't you think?” he snorted.

 

“Maybe if you stopped behaving like a fucking imbecile, I wouldn't need to!” Kakarott snapped.

 

Vegeta bristled too. “I'm not that used to my “dearest mate” going sloshed at Combo Gain with his own bodyguard!” He saw Kakarott's round eyes. “And who do you think Korinto works for, moron?!” He snarled. “Yesterday he reported everything to Velari! Including that you owe him one-hundred and two veris!”

 

“I'll pay him back later.” Kakarott shrugged. Sure he had expected Korinto to report to his employer. Although, what he did not know was that it was Velari or that Velari would be so eager to hold an inquest so fast.

 

Vegeta growled in anger at Kakarott as he seemed completely unfazed. He flashed his canines at Kakarott.

 

“Listen,” Kakarott snorted, “I don't feel very guilty about it. I agree I should have told where I went and I shouldn't have done this,” he motioned to his mate's eye, “but otherwise I don't care. I had a great time. I have a right to celebrate this damn union, don't I?” he said. “While you have been ogling those damn half naked dancers and having fun, I was trying not to get sick on your precious carpet!”

 

Vegeta crossed his arms. “Sure, if it's how you understand fun…to get sloshed to death…”

 

“And did you suggest anything better?” Kakarott hissed. “You perfectly know that I don't know anyone on this damn planet! Instead of trying to show me around, as a normal mate would do, instead you pour out on me your fucking moods!”

 

“Poor Kakarott!” Vegeta snickered. “Lamenting like some fucking child! Mate?” He sniggered again. “Know this you imbecile: I'll never accept you as a mate! I don't care what our crazed fathers agreed about. We should have crushed that your damn planet a long time ago! You're just a weakling, as all of you on Hetela! You can thank my foolish father; if not for him, I'd have conquered your damn planet long ago. I would have killed you and your idiot father!” he hissed. He chuckled then, glaring at Kakarott. “Though, it's not too late yet.”

 

Kakarott stared at the prince, stunned. “I see,” he finally said. He stood up. “Shove your threats up to your ass.” He turned to go. “Be careful that you don't choke on your own threats one day.”

 

XXXXX

 

Kakarott stared at the mug in his palms. He was sitting in his room on his bed with the TV on. But there was nothing very interesting on. He was watching it (well, trying to watch) only because some reporter was taking an interview from his father's counselor on Hetela. He expected to see his father's face or at least hear his voice. He missed him. They always had been close. Maybe too close; now it hurt to be separate.

 

At first he had at least thought that Vegeta would come round, now he was sure that his mate wasn't going to do that. He was alone here. Now he had nothing to count on. What's more now he knew that he had an enemy. One for now. He still didn't know, maybe he had more. If Vegeta hated him, he was sure that Velari wouldn't mind to tear him apart either; he had to be careful now. If Vegeta wanted a war, he might simply kill him - that would be a perfect reason for a war between the two planets. The only thing that was preventing Vegeta from doing that was his father, king Vegeta; king Vegeta was against the war. But the prince was never known for his patience - one day he could simply overthrow his father, simply kill the king and then nothing would stand in between them.

 

He couldn't comprehend that - his mate was his enemy. Mate and enemy didn't suit in one sentence at all. A mate was always associated with comfort, security, love and family. And he had an enemy for a mate. He didn't ask for much - of course he hadn't expected that Vegeta would fall in love with him from the first sight, he simply expected some understanding from his mate's side, but he had never imagined that Vegeta would threaten his life. Maybe before the mating, but after… Before the mating he himself probably wouldn't have minded to deal with Vegeta. Now he was mated to the bastard. His honor didn't let him go against his mate. The traditions and upbringing were deep in his blood. He had seen how his father lived with his mate, he had seen many other examples and he had heard the stories, although now most of it all seemed to be bullshit. He still couldn't go against his mate. Bardock had been right then - he WAS naïve.

 

There was a knock at the door. Kakarott's head rose in surprise. He was even more surprised when he heard Velari's voice. What the hell did he want?

 

“Kakarott,” Velari nodded. He crossed the room and settled comfortably into the couch against Kakarott, who was still very interested in his mug. Velari put a paper-case he was carrying on his lap. “I noticed that you've had a small chat with my brother,” Velari said circling his finger near his left eye.

 

Kakarott bristled up. “He asked for it.” Now damn Velari was going to preach him about his rights!

 

“I wasn't saying anything,” Velari shrugged. “It is between the two of you. I came only to deal with the arrangement with our guards and servants.”

 

“Oh, yeah,” Kakarott scratched his head. “Sorry about that. I forg…I wasn't here,” he smiled sheepishly.

 

“Yeah, Korinto told me that you two had some fun,” Velari chuckled. He thought then. “Do you want me to assign him under your dominion? I suppose you don't know anyone else here?”

 

Kakarott blinked. Velari was trying to be nice. Unless… “Yes, if he wouldn't mind. I'd like that but in that case he should stop reporting to you.”

 

Velari nodded. “Of course. I don't intend to put any restrains on you and Korinto already agreed.” Velari shifted comfortably in his couch, giving Kakarott a quick observing look. “I consulted my father and we have decided that you would need to have at least fifty men under your command. This is not counting the servants; we'll talk about them later. If you want more guards - this is not a problem. They would be subordinate only to you and it would depend only on you what you wanted to do with them. That means they wouldn't take orders from us.”

 

Kakarott raised his head from his mug. Velari was trying to be as clear as possible. “And if I wanted a hundred guards?”

 

Velari indeed chuckled. He could see that Kakarott was just testing him and his word. “As you wish. Although in that case - why not wish for an entire army?”

 

Kakarott nodded. “Fifty guards will be enough.” Now he began wondering how he was going to pay the salaries. He had money, plenty of it, but everything was on Hetela and not having an income, he was reluctant to spend so much money on fifty Elite warriors. Velari had also mentioned something about servants… he was going to go bankrupt here.

 

“As I wasn't very sure,” Velari proceeded, “but I suspected that you'll need some income, so I let myself to ask for advice of my father. We decided to give you the two counties of Hirian and Aleda. They are good counties and if you manage to rule them well, you'll have more than enough income. The Counts of the both domains are clever men and you shouldn't have any problems with them. Of course everything in the counties would be under your dominion and it'd be only your decision as to what you wanted to do with them.

 

“I should also mention that most of the assigned warriors under your command are from these two counties. I think this should make things easier. The counties aren't far away from the capital, so you will be able to reach them fast enough - it is five hours of flight. The counties are beside each other. One is rich with lakes, the other with mountains and is gaining profit by mining various metals.”

 

Velari reached the thick paper-case for Kakarott. “Actually everything is here.” He stood up after Kakarott took the paper-case and opened it, starting to leaf through the papers. “If you agree with everything, you simply need to sign the documents testifying the overtaking of Hirian and Aleda. The same is with your squad and servants.” He moved to the door. “I'll come back later,” he nodded. “If you have some questions, you can find me in the training hall or simply send someone to fetch me. Korinto will know where to look for me.” Velari nodded again and closed the door behind him.

 

After reading through the case, he wasn't very sure what to do. The documents were prepared without any reproaches. Everything was clearly written with black on white, with all the explanations, his responsibilities and so on. Not the usual stuff when officials wanted to tarry the time. The document would come into force as soon as he signed it. But he still wasn't sure. He wasn't sure because everything was for free. Only for his signature. Sure, he'd have to pay the taxes for the kingdom anyway, but that was the usual order and even in that case there was an exception - he was relieved of the taxes on the first year.

 

Kakarott decided that only a complete idiot wouldn't sign the documents. So he signed, closed the paper-case and began wondering on how much Velari had lied to him. All the conversation gave him was an impression that most of this transaction was Velari's merit, although Kakarott doubted that very much. Velari simply wagged his tongue too much. Probably it was the king who prepared everything. Velari was too fond of his brother; if anything, Velari would choose to kill him than to give him two counties.

 

XXXXX

 

It took him almost half a day to arrange everything with his fifty warriors and new servants and when he was finished it was dinner time. He almost ran into the dining room as he was so hungry. He had been in the dining room yesterday, after that small conversation with his “dearest mate”. Though, it was no wonder that he didn't have much of an appetite then. Today however, he was in a better mood. Sure, now he had his own men to command and two counties - why wouldn't he be happy?

 

The dining room was huge and pompous - like everything in the castle. Actually he was getting used to that - he didn't notice the bright colors and his eyes didn't close at the reflecting light from the gold and silver anymore. He simply ignored them.

 

There were enough places for more than fifty persons at the table and he didn't feel very comfortable when there were only four of them sitting at that enormous table. The room was decorated with various frescos, most of which he truly liked and could only imagine their price. No, it was not that the House of Vegeta was richer than his; it was simply because he and his father didn't have such old and antiquarian things. Hetela started as a colonized planet. His father's ancestors rose as the leaders there and with time the planet distanced itself from its origin, Vegeta-sei and the House of Vegeta. The House of Bardock became independent. Probably Vegeta-sei would have never let that happen without a fight, but at the time there already were enough wars going on and when Vegeta-sei finally came round and noticed what was going on, Hetela already was a power to be considered with. Besides, Vegeta-sei and Hetela usually fought on the same side. There were several cases when their opinion didn't match, but in that case the both sides rather tried to outdo each other with political machinations than with wars.

 

Kakarott circled the table and as yesterday, sat down farther from Vegeta. He simply wanted to eat and not to share the glares that his mate was giving him all the time. He actually found himself sitting closer to Velari than his own mate. Velari at least wasn't disturbing his meal.

 

“Try the chicken,” Velari finally broke the silence that had lasted about ten minutes. He motioned to the dish. “It's not as fat as the ren; you should like it better,” he said after noticing Kakarott suspiciously eying his food. Velari still remembered that Kakarott had been sick after eating the new food. “Although it might be a bit too spicy for your taste.”

 

“Thanks,” Kakarott nodded. “I'll try it.” He reached his plate for the nearest servant to fill it with the chicken. He watched the servant fill the plate. He cut the small peace of the chicken and put it into his mouth. “No,” he shook his head after chewing, “it's not too spicy. It's very good.”

 

Velari nodded. He took a glass of white wine to take a sip. “It would be interesting to know the most common dishes on Hetela. Maybe you're any good at cooking?” he asked taking a sip again.

 

Kakarott laughed silently. “No, I'm afraid not,” he shook his head. “But I could arrange something, if you really want to try.”

 

Velari nodded. He put his glass back on the table. “That would be great. I think none of us will mind trying something new?” he observed his relatives.

 

“Exclude me,” Vegeta snorted, getting up. He threw his serviette on the chair.

 

“I'd like to try,” the king nodded, completely ignoring his older son who was walking towards the door. “Simply have a word with our head-chef and tell him what he has to do and what he needs.” He paused then, after he heard the door behind his oldest son close. “Oh, and tell him to prepare some sandwiches for your mate tomorrow.”

 

Kakarott suppressed his smile. Velari gave a loud, sonorous laugh. He raised his glass to his father.

 

XXXXX

 

After two hours of torturing the chef and himself, he finally managed to arrange some things about tomorrow's dinner. He wasn't any good at cooking and it was hard to explain to the chef about the dishes while not knowing the ingredients. Finally the chef remembered that he had a book about cooking somewhere and there were several dishes from Hetela. After checking it out, Kakarott found several familiar titles and he and the chef were very happy. The chef told that he would be able to get all the ingredients he needed. Kakarott gave a sigh of relief and almost ran away from the kitchen. Cooking was never meant for him.

 

While running from the kitchen, Kakarott almost bumped into Velari. He noticed that Velari was wearing his armor and gloves.

 

“I'm going for a hunt,” Velari said after noticing Kakarott's exploring eyes. “Want to go with me?” he asked as he noticed something in Kakarott's eyes sparkle. He saw Kakarott hesitate.

 

“Is Vegeta going with you?” Kakarott finally asked. If his mate was going, it might be a trap - it was so easy to shift the blame on some rabid animal for killing him. He wasn't sure about Velari either, but Velari wasn't as strong as his mate. If anything, he would probably have a chance to defeat Velari. Though, he wasn't sure about this either; Velari was older than him and probably much more experienced.

 

“No,” Velari shook his head. “He's still pissed off. It's me and several of my guards, though, if we are going together, we can leave them here. So, you're going? It's already darkening, the very time for hunting,” he said wanting Kakarott to hurry up.

 

Kakarott observed Velari once again. Velari seemed not to be lying or anything. It seemed to be just a simple hunt. Velari was impatiently waiting for him to decide if he wanted to go or not. “Yes, I'm going. I just need to change.”

 

“Hurry up,” Velari nodded. “I'll wait at the door.” He turned to his men to tell that they can go whenever they wanted until called again. He went through the hall then turned into the left corridor and later stopped next to the huge reinforced door, while impatiently checking his wristband and tapping his black-booted foot at the floor.

 

Velari's head rose in surprise as after one minute Kakarott was standing besides him. The Saiyan was really fast. Kakarott had changed into black boots, dark shirt and black trousers that were seemingly made from strong material. Kakarott was wearing black armor and gloves too. Velari turned to the door, motioning to the two beside it standing guards to open it. While waiting for the guards to open, the thought that his brother was a fool, crossed his mind again. “Your zip is open.”

 

“Shit,” Kakarott blushed, looking at his crotch and grabbing the zip. “Thanks.”

 

Kakarott followed Velari for several kilometers until he asked where they were going.

 

“To Meria forest. It's the best place to hunt. At least I like it the best,” Velari said. “There're plenty of rions that I like hunting.”

 

“Rions?” Kakarott blinked. Hell, it wasn't that he was afraid, but he had heard plenty of stories about these creatures. One had to be very courageous or stupid or maybe both to go hunting them only in a party of two. He grit his teeth after he heard Velari's soft laugh.

 

“Don't worry, those stories are too exaggerated,” he smiled against the wind that was streaming past his face and ruffling his long hair. “If one knows how to get to them, it's not a problem. I'll show you.”

 

Kakarott gulped. He thought that he should have taken some weapon. He had thought that they would go hunting rabbits or deer; Velari didn't seem to be the type to hunt something else. Obviously he had been wrong. Velari WAS the type to get his ass into trouble.

 

“Here,” Velari motioned to the seemingly endless forest that in the setting sun was painted in orange and black colors. He hovered in the air for some time to admire the evening sky and the colors.

 

Kakarott watched the mist glide over the huge forest, the trees hardly visible. It was getting cooler. To hell with pride, he thought. Pride didn't mean much after one was dead. “Are you sure?” he asked, turning to look at Velari whose face was submerged into some kind of ecstasy while watching the forest.

 

This time Velari rolled his dark eyes at Kakarott. “Had I known, I wouldn't have taken you.” He chuckled at Kakarott's face expression after these words. He motioned for Kakarott to follow him.

 

“I simply don't want to be killed,” Kakarott crossed his arms against his chest in defense, his eyes watching Velari hover in the air, over the dark forest.

 

“I promise you'll get out alive,” Velari chuckled, launching down into the forest.

 

“I better fucking would,” Kakarott muttered under his breath, launching himself after Velari and catching up with him.

 

They had been silently sneaking and walking over thirty minutes in the darkening forest, until Velari finally gave a sign to stop.

 

“See that rion?” Velari whispered, carefully parting the branches.

 

“Where?!” Kakarott gasped, quickly turning his head here and there.

 

Velari felt the urge to slap Kakarott's forehead. “Here,” he motioned for Kakarott to look to his left.

 

Kakarott turned his eyes into the dark piece of space under the fir-tree. He nodded. Now he could see it: the beast was lying on its side, on some leaves, chewing on a picked bone. The beast was covered in long gray fur. The body was huge, though, the head seemed to not to fit into the picture - it was small and pointy-eared. Kakarott noticed sharp, yellow canines nibbling on the bone. Then his gaze fell on the paw that was holding the bone. It was the biggest paw he had ever seen in his life. And it had the biggest claws he had ever seen. He raised his head back to the creatures head. He almost stepped back as his eyes were met by two burning orbs.

 

“Shh…” Velari shushed Kakarott after he noticed the younger Saiyan start. “It doesn't see you. Their sight is very bad. You're standing too far. Just don't make any sudden moves or noises.” He turned his eyes back to the rion. “It's a male, and he's not alone. I can scent several females somewhere near. I think they should be behind that heap of logs; that might be their lair.”

 

Kakarott nodded. He could recognize several faint feminine scents, though he hadn't been able to connect them with this rion creature before Velari told him. The species was completely new to Kakarott. Though, after Velari told whose the scent was, he immediately knew the situation: the group probably consisted of one grown up male and several females, probably three or four or even more and it was possible that there were some cubs somewhere with females and maybe there were some half-grown rions. That was going to make the hunt harder - most species went crazy if something threatened their cubs. The rion male was awfully big and had huge claws.

 

“I'll try to lure him away from the lair. I'll start making noises and the male probably will come closer to look; they are very curious. Thus we wouldn't need to get into the grapple with those females,” Velari said to Kakarott. “I'll give a command when to attack. Try to avoid the claws - they will cut right through your armor,” he nodded in confirmation after noticing Kakarott's eyes widen. “And remember that their sight is very bad, so if the things are bad - flare your ki to the maximum - that will blind the rion completely. And if it would get really nasty - just get the hell out of here. They don't fly.”

 

“Why not to simply blast it?” Kakarott blinked.

 

Velari grinned. As the rions lived and evolved through the years with other species, they became resistant to most of their enemies, including the Saiyans. Kakarott, as all other people who colonized and lived on Hetela, didn't have creatures that would have specially evolved to beat off the Saiyan attack.

 

“You could try,” Velari grinned. “Though, I'll be nice and tell that I won't recommend that - see that fur? It's a very good protective shield. It has developed to absorb ki. It simply gathers ki and rion can use it as a boost to his strength and endurance. And in case when there's too much of ki and rion can't absorb it, the ki, and we're talking about blasts, simply rebound back.”

 

Kakarott blinked. “This is going to be fun,” he muttered, brushing over his hair.

 

“Yep,” Velari nodded, grinning again. “Try to hit him in the head,” he got serious then. “Now, go up,” he motioned into the air,” after I decide that the distance is enough, I'll shoot a small blast into the air indicating for you to join me.”

 

Kakarott didn't protest - he agreed that Velari was much more experienced in this than him. He rose up into the air and flew a bit farther, to the side where Velari was going to lure the rion. He gazed down at the forest while waiting for the signal. Suddenly there was a roar that shook the forest, and after a second Kakarott saw a blue ki-blast emerging from the depth of the trees. The blast was too near the lair.

 

Kakarott shot down, to where he saw the blast coming from. He found Velari trying to kick rion into the head. The beast smelled the air, left Velari and launched itself on Kakarott. Kakarott jumped to the side, hardly managing to avoid long paw with long sharp claws. Velari used the opportunity and kicked the rion into the back of the head. The beast fell next to Kakarott, hitting the ground with its stomach.

 

“Easy,” Velari said, quickly falling upon the rion and instantly wringing the beast's neck with his both hands before the beast could have attempted getting up.

 

Velari yelped when he was thrown back, as Kakarott crashed into him, flinging them both to the ground, into the moss. Velari threw Kakarott back, before even managing to realize what was going on. Velari jumped to his feet. “Shit!” He hurled himself into Kakarott to push Kakarott out of the way of a rion female that now was threatening to hollow Kakarott's head out. They rolled over several times and then Velari shot into the air, dragging a dizzy Kakarott with him.

 

“Shit,” Velari cursed again. He quickly pulled Kakarott higher to look if the younger Saiyan had any wounds. He felt for Kakarott's head to look for open wounds.

 

“Somebody promised no adventures,” Kakarott muttered, while tightly pressed against Velari. Kakarott blinked and shook his head; after Velari threw him off, he had hit a tree with his head and then, when Velari pushed him out of the rion female's way, they had rolled over several times resulting in him losing his balance completely.

 

Velari heaved a sigh of relief. He removed his hand out of Kakarott's spiky hair. “I promised that you'll get out alive. But there was no talking about adventures,” he raised Kakarott's face with his fingers and observed Kakarott's face attentively. Kakarott was uninjured. Just still a bit dizzy. He hadn't been sparing his strength while throwing the younger Saiyan off him.

 

Velari held Kakarott until he was sure that his brother's mate was able to fly on his own. Kakarott hovered in the air, still shaking his head. “What about that rion?” Kakarott asked, looking down into the backwoods.

 

Velari shook his head. “The body should still be lying in the same place, but let's go home. Now the pack will be agitated.”

 

Kakarott glared at Velari. Kakarott removed his hand from his head. “I want the damn body. I got a nasty bump, so at least I should get its teeth or fur or whatever.”

 

Velari blinked. “Alright,” he nodded then. “Let's see what's going on down there,” he motioned for Kakarott to follow him back into the forest.

 

TBC

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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