Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Heavy Bond ❯ Part 5 ( Chapter 5 )

 

 

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

 

Heavy Bond

 

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

 

Part 5

 

Velari sat next to Kakarott's bed and watched Kakarott gaze out window at the stormy day. After he brought Kakarott to the regeneration tank almost all of Kakarott's bruises were healed. While fighting, Velari had split Kakarott's lip and severely bruised Kakarott's arm but now there was not a sight of this. His brother had done more serious damage: Vegeta put Kakarott's shoulder out of joint, broke his wrist and several ribs. Velari had first brought Kakarott to regeneration tank instead of putting together the shoulder joints - he simply didn't notice it and Kakarott was already unconscious and wasn't able to complain about the pain. Velari just put Kakarott's wrist together and shoved him into regeneration tank. He was afraid that his stupid brother might have severely bruised something inside Kakarott. Only then the system showed that Kakarott's shoulder was not in proper place. Velari decided to deal with it later.

 

“Do you want something to eat?” Velari asked. He almost jumped from his seat as a glowing lightning crossed the sky and struck somewhere at the earth. He never liked this time of year.

 

Kakarott turned away from the window. Kakarott considered the question. “No.” He shook his head.

 

Velari frowned. Kakarott had to be hungry - the Saiyan was just from regeneration tank and the last time he ate was the early evening yesterday and now it was almost noon. “I'll send someone,” he insisted.

 

Kakarott shrugged. He turned back to the window to watch the raging sky.

 

“Don't be surprised if the lights will be deadened,” Velari warned. “Sometimes these storms cause big trouble. There're plenty of generators just in case, but just to let you know…” he faltered, being not sure what to add.

 

Kakarott nodded. “You know, my father told me once that you would have been a much better option for me.”

 

Velari stared at Kakarott. After several seconds he felt an involuntary and unreasonable grin tug at his face. “Actually, my father told me the same,” he shifted a bit uncomfortably. He felt his cheeks paint a bit.

 

“He'll kill me, Velari. And I can't do anything about it.”

 

Velari gazed at Kakarott. “Kakarott, he's just upset and frustrated. He always reacts like that. Give him some time and he'll calm down.”

 

“He said he would kill me,” Kakarott said.

 

Velari sat there in a stunned silence of raging storm for some time. He didn't know that. He knew that his brother didn't want and wasn't too happy with this mating, but he didn't know that his brother promised his own mate to kill him. His brother was insane. One couldn't kill his own mate.

 

“Maybe you misunderstood him?” He knew it was an empty question. One couldn't misunderstand such thing.

 

“I doubt one can misunderstand threats of losing his life, father and planet,” Kakarott sighed, gazing at the dark seething sky.

 

“He'll come round,” he said. He didn't know what else to say. He was in a slight shock.

 

“He won't.” Kakarott shook his head.

 

“Kakarott, the bond…”

 

“It's one sided,” Kakarott said softly. “Or maybe it doesn't exist at all.”

 

Velari stared at him. “But that's impossible…”

 

Kakarott pulled his knees to him then put his head on them, wincing slightly as his shoulder announced yesterday's beating. “I don't feel anything from him. Not a thing. It shouldn't be like that, should it?”

 

Velari felt lost somehow. He was feeling the urge to reassure Kakarott. Make the things better somehow. To help Kakarott. But he couldn't, it was not in his power. He had seen the hate in his brother's eyes while looking at Kakarott. He heard the hate in his brother's voice while that was talking about Kakarott. Vegeta hated Kakarott. His brother hated his mate. “I don't know,” he lowered his eyes to the floor. “Probably it shouldn't.” He felt guilty somehow. Guilty for saying these words. Guilty that his family and blood betrayed Kakarott. Guilty that Kakarott was stuck now. It was nothing worse than to have one-sided bond and Kakarott was going to carry this curse for the rest of his life.

 

Velari raised his head to look at Kakarott. Kakarott didn't say anything. There was not much to say. Kakarott knew what was awaiting him. Vegeta managed to create one-sided affection. It was rare, but it happened. When someone was taken by force or mated against his will, it was possible not to respond to the starting of the bond. Vegeta managed to overturn it. He forced the bond on Kakarott, but himself never responded to it. Vegeta had tricked Kakarott. At some point this bond Vegeta created wasn't very different from the slave bond and those were forbidden a long time ago. If Vegeta weren't a prince, he would be punished for doing this to Kakarott.

 

Velari groaned. He closed his eyes and leaned his head at the wall behind his chair. Kakarott was so young.

 

“If he kills me…” Velari felt shivers running down his spine at Kakarott's calm voice. “I'd like you to try to prevent the war at all costs. Will you do that?”

 

Velari nodded. “Y-yes, I swear I will.” Though, there was hardly anything he could do and Kakarott knew it. Velari watched Kakarott's face, his dark big eyes, his spiky and wild hair and then Velari knew - Vegeta was going to have to kill him first to get to Kakarott. Though, he knew his brother was capable of that. A man who wanted to kill his own mate was capable of everything. “You can count on me,” he said.

 

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Velari wasn't talking to him at all. He had seen Kakarott only one time after that. After that “spar” in the training hall, Kakarott stopped eating together with them. His father asked him what the fuck was going on among them three. He told that if his idiot mate preferred eating alone, it was Kakarott's business. His father gave him a strange look but didn't say anything.

 

Kakarott was afraid. He could tell that. Though, now it didn't bring any satisfaction to him. For some reason it bothered him. Even worse was that Velari began to avoid him. His brother not only wasn't talking to him anymore but also became jumpy near him. He didn't like that. Velari was the only person that was able to understand him, he loved Velari, and his brother was behaving like he should be afraid of him. Velari reacted very sensitively to that his outburst in the training hall. He wasn't angry at his brother for grabbing his tail, though had it been someone else, he'd have splashed his guts; he knew that Velari didn't see any other way. Kakarott was standing in between Velari and him. Kakarott was splitting them. He wondered if Kakarott was doing that consciously.

 

As told, he saw Kakarott only once after that incident. Kakarott looked bad: his shoulder was bandaged and he was limping a little. He growled then. Simply Kakarott's appearance made him do that. At that moment he wanted to kill the bastard who did that to Kakarott. It didn't even matter that he himself did that to Kakarott. That his loud growl made Kakarott startle. Kakarott stopped in his track, looking at him with those his big eyes. The idiot thought that he was growling at him. Not that he cared, anyway. But then, from hell knows where, appeared Velari and Korinto. Velari stood between him and Kakarott. He could recognize the look on Velari's face; he had seen it several times before. He had never thought he would see it directed at him.

 

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That silence was dancing on his nerves. They were sitting in the dining room. Three of them; Kakarott didn't come again. “What the fuck happened between you two?” the king finally couldn't bear it anymore. He glared at his both sons.

 

“Nothing,” Velari shook his head, not even looking at Vegeta. He put his wine back on the table. “I wanted to ask your permission to go to Aleda and Hirian with Kakarott,” he looked at his father. “I think it might take about several days. I want to get out.”

 

The king observed his son. Velari seemed to be determined. “Alright. But I want to hear that Kakarott agrees taking you.”

 

Velari snorted. Sure, he knew that his father heard those talks about Kakarott's and his spar. His father thought that it was him who beat Kakarott like that.

 

Velari glared at his brother then turned back to his father. “Sure, he'll come to you in the evening,” he nodded.

 

“I think a written letter will be enough,” the king said. He didn't miss anything: neither that after his words Velari gave a chilling glare to his brother nor that Vegeta's eyes became shifty nor that Vegeta didn't manage to hold Velari's gaze. He wasn't sure what that damned spar had to do with all this, but now he knew where Kakarott got all those bruises. Vegeta.

 

“And I'd appreciate, if he explained why he thinks that ignoring the common meals is a very respectable trait,” the king added. He knew that his both sons realized that he was asking Kakarott for a report about what happened among three of them. He wasn't going to have a war break out over his head because of some stupid scrimmage. He didn't want to interfere but if there was possibly something to be done to avoid problems, he was going to do it.

 

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“The king requested you to report,” Velari said after he sat down on the chair in Kakarott's darkened room.

 

Kakarott rolled his eyes. He went to the window to look at the gray sky. “And what should I tell? That my own mate threatens to kill me? He wouldn't believe me anyway. Nobody would believe.”

 

“Just write that you two got into argument over Hirian,” Velari smoothed several creases in his white sleeveless shirt then observed his black trousers as if looking for something.

 

“Hirian?” Kakarott turned to look at Velari. “What has Hirian to do with all this? I don't think that your father is such a fool to believe that.”

 

Velari sighed. “There's a long story considering that county. My brother and I were competing over that county long time ago. I won it,” he nodded as Kakarott's eyes widened. “Yeah, I won it several years ago. Vegeta is angry that I gave it to you. Having in mind for how long we were trying to get it from under our father's dominion, it's no wonder he's mad. My father would believe that we all have gotten into argument over Hirian.”

 

“You gave me your own county?” Kakarott gazed at Velari. “But why?”

 

Velari shrugged. “I just thought that you need to start from something. Aleda seemed to be not quite enough for a start. Besides…well…I knew that the mating with my brother wasn't going to bring too much joy for you.”

 

“Sort of compensation?” Kakarott laughed bitterly, turning back to the window after heavy rain droplets began to drum against it.

 

Velari smiled sadly. “One could say that.” He sighed again. “My brother is an asshole most of the time. Though, I didn't suspect how big of an asshole he was until you showed up.” He reached out a form for Kakarott to fill in. “And the king is requesting to write your agreement due to me going with you to visit the counties.”

 

Kakarott took the papers. He was a bit surprised. “You want to go with me? You didn't tell me anything.”

 

Velari shrugged. “I don't think that I'd feel very calm while you'd be away for almost a week. Vegeta has many connections, nobody knows if you returned in one piece from there.”

 

“You know, I have guards to do that job instead of you,” Kakarott even when he didn't want to. His life was a misery. He needed his mate's brother to keep him safe.

 

Velari didn't answer anything. He knew that there was no need. In that training hall Kakarott had seen what Vegeta was capable of. “Do you need me to help you with that report?” he asked.

 

Kakarott shook his head. “No, I'll do it myself.”

 

Velari nodded and stood up. “Take something waterproof with you - I don't think that this stupid weather is going to improve,” he said approaching the door. He then turned around. “And you did look good in that clothing during the mating. Vegeta doesn't have any taste whatsoever,” he winked at Kakarott.

 

Kakarott laughed heartily.

 

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Kakarott was glad to get away from the castle. It was raining, the wind was horrible and the lighting struck there and here, but he was glad. He was amused to see Velari jumping at each thunder. Velari noticed his amused glances and was glaring at him.

 

They had taken ten guards with them; five for Velari and five for him. Kakarott could see that even Korinto wasn't too happy about going during such weather. Maybe he could have waited until these several days of rain would finish, but he wanted to be back before his heat started. He was already feeling some unusual things happening to him: he was strangely reacting to all Vegeta House male scents. He guessed it was because Velari and the king's scents were similar to Vegeta's. He didn't want to be stuck in some unknown place while in heat. Though, he himself didn't understand how being back in the castle would help.

 

After six hours of flight they landed in Hirian, in front of a big castle.

 

“Welcome, your highness,” one of the servants, who were standing outside, run from under the garret to greet Velari. He bowed before Velari then got a bit flustered after noticing two crossed emblems of Vegeta-sei and Hetela on Kakarott's breast. Officially Kakarott was a person of greater importance than Velari. Kakarott was a mate of the heir to Vegeta-sei throne and Kakarott was currently ruling Hirian. “My lord,” the servant bowed against Kakarott, almost touching the earth with his forehead. He rushed after the group as Velari and Kakarott proceeded into the building. “Your highness didn't warn about his oncoming visit…”

 

Velari felt that the words were a bit accusing; usually he announced about his visits before going.

 

“I was just passing by and decided to stop by and make a joyful surprise for your count,” Kakarott answered, suppressing his smile.

 

Velari chuckled at Kakarott's words. He suppressed his grin thinking how Kakarott was right and even didn't know this. “Hope there's something good in the kitchen,” instead he purred at the servant, after they passed the main entrance. “Because Kakarott and I are unbelievably hungry. And our men,” he motioned with his hand behind him, “wouldn't mind to get a snack either. As far as I remember your chefs are very good at preparing duck.”

 

“Yes, your highness. Of course.” The servant bowed five times, rushing after Velari who, without looking around, marched through the halls, quickly approaching the guests' room.

 

Not long after Kakarott and Velari got comfortable on expensive fluffy couches, in the huge room, the door opened and the count rushed in. Kakarott felt himself staring. For some reason he had thought that the count was going to be an old radish with shifty eyes, yellow teeth and big mouth. It wasn't exactly like that: maybe his mouth was big but it was surrounded by lush lips, maybe his eyes were skidding from him to Velari, but they were big and beautiful.

 

“Your highness,” the count pressed his fist over his heart. “My lord,” he nodded at Kakarott. After his greetings were answered he walked to a cupboard. He bent down to retrieve a bottle of white wine. “A glass of wine before the main course, my lords?”

 

“Always,” Velari grinned, his eyes following the count's movements.

 

“Yes, thank you,” Kakarott nodded.

 

“So,” the count uncorked the bottle, “what brought you to this humble place?” he retrieved three glasses from the same cupboard and began pouring the wine.

 

“As usual…” Velari smiled, his eyes glued on the count's tight backside, “…it's unbelievable scenery…”

 

“Ah, Velari,” the count chuckled, turning around and reaching the glass for Velari. “You're real gentlemen, as usual,” he gave Velari a short smile before leaning to fervently capture Velari's mouth with his.

 

Kakarott blinked. He began to feel perplexed as the kiss lasted longer than he'd have felt comfortable with. Velari seemed to be greatly enjoying himself - the prince moaned and firmly fisted into the count's long hair and seemed to be trying to swallow the count. Velari's tail uncoiled from his waist to make slow but excided swishes next to him on the couch.

 

“Damn,” the count leaned away from Velari to look at the wet spot on the carpet where he had spilled the glass that he had been holding for Kakarott. “Look what you did,” he sighed at Velari. “Always impatient…” he put the glass back on the cupboard.

 

“I?” Velari chuckled. There was a gleam in his eyes and a slight excited blush on his cheeks. Velari licked his lips, leaning contently back into the couch. “So how are the things?” he asked turning his all body to the side to wile his eyes followed the count. Velari's lazily waving and puffed out tail settled on his thigh. He watched the count while that retrieved a new glass and poured in again.

 

“As usual,” the count shrugged. He went to Kakarott and reached the glass for him. He looked at Kakarott a bit confused for some time but then grinned, turned around and went back to Velari, smiling at him in a conspiratorial smile. “Though, it's only mine and my new lord's business…” he teased Velari. “I was very sad to hear that you gave me away to Kakarott…”

 

“Be more careful, Jaron,” Velari chuckled. “Kakarott might ask why…”

 

“Why you gave me away or why I'm sad?” Jaron flashed his perfect smile at Velari.

 

“Well, I think it's clear why you're sad…” Velari challenged Jaron, looking over his glass with his amused eyes at the same time brushing over his chest and thighs with his puffed out tail.

 

“You're such a cocky bastard,” Jaron rolled his eyes at the display. “But you do have what to be proud of, don't you..?” He smirked and captured Velari's tail then brought its tip to his lips. Velari's eyes widened at the pleasure then closed at the intense feeling. “Though, it's not clear who of us will be more saddened…” Jaron smirked, giving a wet suck to the tail tip.

 

“Oh,” Velari gasped and arched from the couch. “You're a…” Velari didn't finish.

 

“Just get a room, okay?” Kakarott sighed, walking over to the cupboard. The amount of pheromones Velari was emitting was making him shifty and very uncomfortable. Kakarott filled his glass again. Now he knew why Velari was so eager to go with him to Hirian.

 

Kakarott was a bit disturbed by the silence that followed. He turned around with the full glass in his hand. “For fuck's sake…” he stepped back in shock at the looks on Velari and Jaron's faces, realizing the real reason why Velari went with him. Damn, Korinto was blabbering too much. Only the last second Kakarott managed to grab his falling glass. “You're insane!” he stuttered at Velari.

 

Velari observed him calmly. “I don't think that you have another option.” He pushed Jaron gently away from him, before giving a quick peck to Jaron's lips.

 

“But this is…” Kakarott shook his head.

 

“Nobody would ever know that.” Velari tried to calm an agitated Kakarott down.

 

“But I would know! It's disgusting!” Kakarott swallowed his wine in one gulp. He poured himself another in.

 

“I beg your pardon?” Jaron chuckled. He bit his tongue, noticing Velari's asking glance.

 

“Kakarott, you're talking like a small child,” Velari frowned. “You're already reacting to my scent, how long do you think it will take until you lose your mind completely?” Velari asked, sighing in frustration.

 

“But it's…” Kakarott shook his head then downed his glass again. He turned away from the two males. He couldn't believe that Velari was suggesting such a thing. Though, he perfectly knew that Velari was right. Was completely right. And it made him feel…disgusting.

 

“It's a very good timing,” Velari continued. “You could stay here until your heat ended and nobody would never know anything. You can trust Jaron,” he looked at the other Saiyan, who was silently sitting at his side. “He had helped me not once.”

 

Kakarott threw a glance behind his back. Maybe he should spend his heat with that Jaron? If Velari trusted him, Jaron was trustful enough to keep silent later. Though, only a fool would sleep with the heir's mate. If caught, they both would lose their heads. Sure, Velari didn't risk anything. Maybe Velari was gaining something. Maybe Velari wanted to him to lose his head. Sure, Velari saved his life then, while they were hunting…but…Velari would have been accused for letting him die then. And now, if he slept with Jaron, everyone on this planet would have a perfect motive to get rid off him.

 

“No,” Kakarott said opening the door to the corridor. He couldn't trust anyone here.

 

TBC

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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