Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Heavy Bond ❯ Part 11 ( Chapter 11 )

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

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

 

Heavy Bond

 

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

 

Part 11

 

Bardock observed the surroundings after he entered the Dining Room. Velari wasn't there. It was already the second day now Velari would come late to the breakfast. Otherwise it wouldn't have concerned him, but Velari didn't come yesterday after he suggested the prince going with him to Hetela. Usually Velari would wait for him and almost jump around him, hoping that he would have some news about Kakarott, but now Velari ignored him. Maybe not ignored, but acted more reservedly while around him.

 

Bardock was first to come this morning. Though, after several seconds king Vegeta and his oldest son entered the room.

 

“Lord Bardock,” king Vegeta nodded.

 

“Your Highness,” Bardock answered the greeting.

 

Vegeta greeted his “father-in-law” and proceeded to the table. He was in a hurry; he left Kakarott sleeping. Even if Velari and Kakarott trusted Korinto, the prince felt reluctant to leave his mate alone with someone else while in that state.

 

They all sat down, and the food was served. The king motioned for the servants to leave.

 

“How is Kakarott doing?” Bardock asked then after they were left alone, except several bodyguards, who knew anyway that they'd die if they told anyone what's been considered between the three leaders.

 

“Sleeping,” Vegeta said while cutting his steak into smaller pieces. “I left him with Korinto. He's much better, though,” he nodded to Bardock, “he almost bashed Korinto's skull in as he tried to give him lemon juice instead of apple,” he grinned. “Kakarott went for a walk on his own. With the dathi of course,” he added stuffing the stake into his mouth and quickly chewing.

 

Bardock slowly gulped his wine down. “Err…you're sure that the beating of that Korinto is a good sign?”

 

Vegeta nodded enthusiastically. He swallowed the bit of steak he had been chewing. “Yes, the doctor said that any reaction is good. And he didn't attack Korinto, only smashed the juice into Korinto's face.”

 

“I'm not sure if leaving some animal to take care of Kakarott is a very vise thing,” Bardock commented, perfectly realizing that the prince was going to bristle at this.

 

“Listen,” Vegeta stuck his fork to Bardock's side. “Juoda is much better for him than any other nurse. Kakarott reacts to her, he strokes her and he smiles while looking at her. If you try anything, your head will roll,” he finished calmly, putting another piece of his steak into his mouth.

 

Bardock looked at king Vegeta. King Vegeta just shrugged. Bardock looked back at the prince. He frowned at the insolent prince but didn't say anything; the prince indeed was stronger than him. Bardock frowned and concentrated on his own steak. His head turned at the opening door.

 

“Hello everyone,” Velari greeted. “Lord Bardock,” he nodded before plopping into his seat.

 

Vegeta observed his younger brother, noticing reddish cheeks and glassy eyes. Velari had been drinking again. Yesterday Velari hadn't showed up at all, but later Korinto “accidentally” mentioned that Velari went to “Combo Gain” club. Korinto had been worried when it appeared that Velari hadn't slept at home at all.

 

Vegeta sniffed the air and his nose caught a scent of several mixed liquors. Actually, even if at the moment he didn't want to know anything about his younger brother, he was worried that Velari's “wine hobby” might turn into something much more serious. Besides, Velari was going into heat; if playing around drunk, Velari might return pregnant. Vegeta frowned at his steak in his plate - he'll have to talk about Velari with his father.

 

“Velari, I want to have a word with you after the breakfast,” the king looked at his youngest son through the top of his juice glass.

 

“Yes, father,” Velari calmly dug into his food.

 

Vegeta felt a bit relieved; the king already was taking care of the matter. He didn't want to interfere into Velari's life. As long as Velari was away from Kakarott, he didn't want to care about Velari at all.

 

They silently ate the breakfast and then drifted apart. The bodyguards were dismissed, too. In the Dining Room there left only king Vegeta and Velari.

 

“Well?” Velari leaned back into his chair.

 

“You're drunk,” the king spat. “Where were you yesterday?”

 

“Yes, I'm drunk. I was at my favorite tavern,” Velari flashed a grin to his father, but his eyes sparkled dangerously. “Is something wrong with that?”

 

“Yes,” the king snorted. “You're going into heat, and if I catch you drunken again, you'll regret that, and badly. And for the next two days you're forbidden to leave the castle territory - I won't have my drunken son running around.”

 

Velari was bristling by the time his father finished. “I'll go where I want! You can't keep me locked!”

 

“If you behave like a damn rutting cat, I'll!” the king growled at his son.

 

Velari flushed all crimson. “No, you don't un-!” he stood up.

 

“Thought so,” the king snorted. “Do you even remember his name?” he asked seriously, looking at Velari's face.

 

Velari sat back down into his seat. “No,” he muttered, rubbing his forehead. He really didn't remember.

 

“You're forbidden to leave the castle until your heat ends,” the king calmly informed him.

 

Velari only nodded this time.

 

“Velari, what the hell happened between Vegeta and you?” the king leaned back in his seat. “You almost killed him then. I'm afraid that this might repeat.”

 

“It will,” Velari nodded, reaching his hand to a glass of red wine. He glared at the king who moved the glass off his reach. “We got into an argument.”

 

“Velari, better say what it is, or I might have no other choice only to keep you separate in case you kill each other,” the king looked at Velari, serious. “Was it over Kakarott? Did you try to make a pass at him?”

 

Velari laughed. He quickly grabbed a full bottle from the table. “No,” Velari shook his head, still laughing. I fucked him, he added in his head. Had Vegeta not told him that he'd die after telling about this to anyone else, he would have told it to the king - it seemed to be so funny for some reason. “It's more serious.”

 

The king frowned. “Velari, stop mincing matters, and talk, or Vegeta might get your ass. If I don't know why the fuck this all started, I can't help you.”

 

Velari took several gulps from the bottle then sighed. “I don't need your help, and you can't help me, anyway, so no worries.”

 

The king rolled his eyes. Sometimes Velari could be a real bitch to talk to. “Well, if this doesn't stop until Friday, I'll give order to start preparing documents for your departure to Hetela as an ambassador,” he firmly said standing up. “I won't risk you two idiots killing each other. And to keep you on separate planets will be the best solution.” The king suddenly faltered seeing Velari's anger contorted face. He didn't think that Velari would mind much - Velari himself mentioned several times that he wanted to visit Hetela.

 

“That old fucker!” Velari jumped from his seat with a bottle in his hand. “He asked you to send me there, didn't he?!” Enraged Velari launched the bottle at the wall, splashing all the shiver and liquid all over the wall and floor. “And you agreed?!” Velari's blazing eyes met his father's startled ones. Velari bared his canines threateningly at the king. “Listen, you old fool,” he hissed. “I do like to fuck, that's true, but you won't tell me with whom! Clear enough?!” he growled, shaking his fist under his father's nose. “Two fuckers!” Velari hissed, walking over to the door and almost taking it with him into the corridor.

 

“Bardock didn't…” the king looked at quickly retreating Velari's back, “…tell me anything,” he finished. “Oh, fuck,” he then sat down back at the table. “Hey, you,” he yelled at one of the guards who were gapping at the broken door. “Get to Lord Bardock's bodyguards. Tell him to…err…” he looked at the guards. “Tell him nothing. Send ten more men to his chambers. And now!”

 

“Yes, right away, Your Highness,” the guard bowed and ran off to fulfill the order.

 

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Bardock frowned at the young prince who just had stormed into his chambers. Velari's face didn't promise anything good, and Bardock's bodyguards got a great deal flustered.

 

“Velari?” Bardock approached carefully. He had noticed that the youngster had been drunk in the Dining Room.

 

“You just had to go to my father, didn't you?! You pervert! Want to buy me? You-” Velari launched himself at Bardock.

 

“Leave us!” Bardock shouted at his bodyguards. “Get the hell away!” he yelled once again as the guards hesitated. Bardock ducked the kick. From the corner of his eyes he saw the last guard leave.

 

“I don't fucking care what deal you made with my father,” Velari hissed punching the air around Bardock, “but you forgot one factor more - me! I'm not going to be your whore!”

 

“I don't know what you're talking about!” Bardock hissed back while avoiding Velari's foot. “I didn't make any damn deal!” He could feel that Velari was a great deal stronger than him, but at his current state Velari wasn't any good at fighting.

 

“Why can't you get to a slut-house like all normal people?!” Velari shouted, aiming at Bardock's head but missing it.

 

“Velari, stop it!” Bardock hit Velari into the chest, sending him into the corner. “I don't understand why the hell you are so angry! And what does your father and some stupid deal have to do with all this?!”

 

“Why do you need me, Bardock?” Velari hissed, standing up. “Why can't you get some whore from a brothel?! Because of blood in my veins or this body?!” he shouted peeling his shirt off. “Is this what you want?!” he screamed at Bardock.

 

Bardock's eyes widened. Velari was hysterical. “Velari, calm down,” he tried to approach the prince.

 

“Lord Bardock?” one of the guards that were sent by the king entered Bardock's chambers.

 

Bardock turned around to see over twenty men at the door. Half of them were the royal guards, the other half were his own who couldn't let the foreign force to out power them and be a threat to their lord. Bardock swore loudly. He had Velari in the corner with Velari's shirt torn and off. That was quite a disturbing position, and an average guard was already making presumptions.

 

“Your Highness?” the highest ranked of royal guards looked at Velari waiting for orders. As the king didn't say what they should do after they got to Bardock's chambers, Velari was the one to order them. Though, the captain perfectly realized that they were here to prevent the fight. The question was - how to do it not raising a political scandal.

 

Velari gave a dazed look to the captain. “I'm going already,” he spat at him after several long seconds. He pushed past Bardock.

 

“Velari,” Bardock grabbed the prince's arm. He let go of him as Velari turned to him, his canines bared threateningly. Bardock knew that if there weren't any guards with them, Velari would have stricken him. “Velari,” he firmly repeated, “I want to talk with you.”

 

“I don't fucking care what your lordship wants,” Velari snickered. “I don't have anything more to say to you. You can forget that!”

 

“I don't know what the hell you're talking about, Velari,” Bardock hissed back. He wasn't going to have Velari accusing him of cock-and-bull stories. He liked Velari too much to have the prince hate him. “Just tell me why you burst into my chambers like that.”

 

Velari continued to growl but then snickered. “My father just told that he's sending me to Hetela, and I thought I'd pay a visit to you to tell that I'm not going to be your personal slut.”

 

Bardock blinked. “You silly moron,” he hissed then, “You think I'd go to your father to ask for such a favor? To send you to Hetela? You think I'm such an idiot to go to your father and beg to send you to Hetela?! And you think your father would agree with that?! You're fucking drunken and running about as a complete idiot while seeing white horses! I didn't go to your father, and if he suggested something like that it was just a stupid coincidence! So get sober and then talk with your father again!” Bardock hissed at Velari's face silently.

 

Velari stared at enraged Bardock. It didn't seem that Bardock would be lying. Bardock seemed to be ready to punch him several times.

 

“Yes, we'll talk in the evening,” Velari muttered shooting through the door, the royal guards following him.

 

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Juoda's pointy ears stirred. She raised her chin from her paws and turned her black, triangular head to look at the bed. She observed the male who muttered something then gasped and suddenly shot upright. She wondered if she should do something.

 

Kakarott looked around. All the pomposity told him that he still was in the castle, but he didn't remember this particular room. Then he frowned even more - he didn't remember how he got here either. And then his eyes widened when he remember the last pictures of what he had seen before waking up: Velari betrayed him, and Vegeta was trying to kill him.

 

“Oh fuck, of fuck, oh fuck,” Kakarott jumped out of the bed. He wavered a bit until his feet got used to sudden vertical change. “Shit, shit, shit!” He grabbed his clothes from the chair and quickly dressed.

 

Dressed, Kakarott looked at the door. He saw Juoda blocking his way. The animal seemed slightly familiar, but now he didn't have time for formalities. Though, then he figured out that he won't manage to break through the royal guards either. He needed to get out. And he preferred to be alive when it happened.

 

Suddenly, the door opened.

 

“My lord..?” Korinto looked at Kakarott in surprise. Korinto wondered if Kakarott again decided to have a bath or go for a walk. Korinto gasped as Kakarott's fully conscious and widened eyes concentrated on him.

 

Kakarott cursed again and launched a blue blast of ki at the wall, near the window. He shot through his made hole outside. He was sure that if Vegeta got him, the prince would skin him alive for destroying that luxurious tapestry.

 

“Lord Kakarott! Wait!” Korinto shot after the young lord. “Dammit!” he cursed. While following Kakarott at full speed, he turned his scouter on. “Lord Kakarott just flew straight out the window!” he shouted. “Get someone! Inform Prince Vegeta!”

 

Kakarott turned around to see Korinto following him. He knew that Korinto was an experienced warrior and that it would be no use trying to get away from him while in the air. He could have confronted Korinto but neither did he want to hurt Korinto, nor did he want for the other guards to catch up with him. He needed to get to the ground.

 

Kakarott dove into the forest below.

 

It took almost two hours until Kakarott decided that it was no use trying to get away from more experienced guard and hunter while running around in the forest. Kakarott then decided to confront Korinto directly and knocked Korinto out with one blast. It took him some time until he was sure that no one was following him and then he found an empty cave near a small village and hid inside. He needed to think over some things and decide on his further actions.

 

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“What do you mean you can't find him?” Vegeta yelled at the captain of royal guards. “Where can a man wearing a royal emblem go?! How can a man who had been cata…” Vegeta closed his mouth. “How the fuck did you manage to lose him?! Where is Korinto?!” he shouted.

 

“You Highness,” the captain bowed his head, “Korinto is responsible and is reporting only to Lord Kakarott. He's the head of Lord Kakarott's forces.”

 

“Get me Velari then!” Vegeta growled in fury.

 

“Your Highness, he's not reporting to Velari anymore,” the captain repeated patiently. “Besides, probably he would be no use now,” he added.

 

“Dammit!” Vegeta balled his fists. He knew that the captain was right - he himself recently saw Velari staggering down the hall. “Get Korinto anyway.”

 

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He was cold.

 

Kakarott coughed loudly then curled even into a tighter ball. The ground was cold, but he didn't want to flare his ki up - a scouter could easily pick his ki up. Now every royal guard had his ki pattern in his database.

 

He spent the night in the same cave he had found earlier. He hadn't slept well; all those thoughts, cold and hunger were bothering his mind and poor stomach. He could have gone hunting but was sure that the guards were still looking for him.

 

Kakarott turned to his other side, but then had to get up - he was too cold and his bladder was bursting. After taking care of his bladder he gathered some wood and started a small fire at the entrance of the cave. He knew he was risking, but he was damn cold - all night he had spent on the freezing ground, and the mornings were already much cooler than those when he had first arrived. He already got cold during this night and didn't want to get pneumonia; there were easier ways to die.

 

Kakarott rubbed his hand together then warmed them with his breath. He cursed Korinto mentally. If not the damn Saiyan, he would have taken much more from that room. The warm covers and warmer clothes would have done just fine. And he had seen some food on the table. Damn that Korinto!

 

Kakarott blew warm air onto his hands again. He had no idea what he was going to do. He was being hunted by the entire planet, everybody knew who he was and he had nowhere to go. He couldn't even get to Hetela - all the docks were being watched and controlled, and even if he went to Hetela, he'd make the matters even worse - he'd put his father into a very uncomfortable position, and Vegeta would be glad to start a war.

 

He had no food, no clothes and no plan.

 

As the sun rose higher, he got warmer, gathered some wood and went to hunt something in the forest. For the illegal hunt he could be strictly punished, but he doubted that his “dearest” mate would be bothered by that - Vegeta already had enough reasons to kill him.

 

Kakarott extinguished the fire and went deeper into the forest. His nose soon caught a faint smell of rion. Because of the previous sad experience, Kakarott turned to the other side. After half an hour he finally managed to catch takari's scent. As far as Kakarott knew it was a mille sized grass eating animal, and he had seen it only while hunting with Velari. He didn't exactly remember how the animal looked but the animal had left very clear scent-mark in his mind.

 

Kakarott had already been following the takari for some time until he finally saw the animal itself: middle-sized, with brown thick fur, short legs, an unpleasant snout and huge horns. After seeing the horns, Kakarott wasn't sure if he wanted to hunt it, but he was hungry and he remembered Velari saying that if they didn't manage to catch a rion, they would go to hunt takaris.

 

Kakarott charged and then realized something more.

 

Bastard Velari didn't warn about takaris' teeth.

 

Kakarott cursed as at first takari tried to spit him on its horns then, after its plan didn't succeed, tried to bite him into his shoulder. Kakarott spent three minutes dodging and jumping and rolling. Maybe a grass eater but the animal seemed to want to take a bite of him. Kakarott couldn't use much of his ki, but he tried to tentatively shoot a small blast of ki at the takari, just to know if he would be able to easily take it down if needed. The blast didn't rebound and left a small smoldering hole in the takari's rich brown fur. Though, that made the takari even wilder: it jumped at Kakarott blindly, and they both rolled to the ground.

 

After a short fight, Kakarott got up, and the takari was left lying on the moss and grass, while the scent of blood was filling the air. Kakarott was afraid that the scent of blood might lure the rions, and hurried with quickly pulling his breakfast on his shoulders and flying back to the cave he spent the night in. He knew he wouldn't manage to eat the whole takari at once but was sure that he would need the rest of its meat later.

 

As he already had prepared the wood earlier, so he again started the fire, tore one takari's horn off and started removing the skin then cutting the meat with it. It was a slow and hard process but he didn't have any other option. Kakarott wasn't very experienced in the hunting. He didn't hunt often, and less he knew how to neatly prepare his catch for the fire. Before the end of the preparation he already was all covered in blood and sweat.

 

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Vegeta watched his mate work with the horn. An involuntary smile tugged at the corner of his mouth; Kakarott clearly had never tried to do this before. He smiled wider as Kakarott cursed several times.

 

Despite what Vegeta wanted, he didn't dare to shift closer into the cave; he was afraid that Kakarott would freak out, and Vegeta still didn't have anything prepared to say to Kakarott. Kakarott still hadn't noticed him - the blood scent overfilled Kakarott's senses and right now he couldn't catch any other scent. But actually he was sure that Kakarott would know that he was coming - he tracked Kakarott down with the help of their bond. Either Kakarott wasn't blocking it or Kakarott simply didn't realize that he had left it accessible. But in either case Kakarott should have felt him scanning his mind superficially to get the locality Kakarott was in. But Kakarott had not a clue that he was here watching him molest the poor takari.

 

Kakarott finally finished cutting the takari and began looking around for the skewers.

 

Despite Vegeta knew that this going to happen, he still hadn't been prepared for what he saw in his mate's eyes after Kakarott's eyes fell on him.

 

TBC

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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