Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Heavy Bond ❯ Part 13 ( Chapter 13 )

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 13

 

“How is he?” Bardock immediately approached the doctor as that left Kakarott's room.

 

Uneasy, the doctor shifted his eyes away from Bardock. But that didn't make it any better because then he met the prince's eyes.

 

“He's in a coma. I doubt that he will survive this night…”

 

Vegeta closed his eyes and leaned on the wall next to him. Bardock sank into the chair behind him.

 

“It would be better that nobody would disturb him,” the doctor added, fidgeting with his valise. He observed the two men one more time then quickly left the room.

 

“It's fucking your fault!” Bardock suddenly jumped from his chair, launching at Vegeta. “You brought him to this!” He grabbed the prince by the front of his shirt.

 

Vegeta pushed him away. “Calm down.” He had nothing to do with Kakarott not being able to tell noxious berries from good ones, but now it wasn't the time; he could perfectly understand Bardock's fear and rage. “He'll be fine. He's going to be fine.” He was trying to convince not only Bardock but also himself.

 

“You perfectly heard what the doctor said!” Bardock growled at him, though it was more in despair than in anger.

 

“Kakarott is strong, he'll be fine,” Vegeta seated Bardock back into the chair.

 

Bardock just groaned in answer.

 

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He silently entered the room. The doctor told that it would be better if they left Kakarott to peacefully rest, but he wasn't going to do anything to disturb him. He just wanted to see his mate. He was afraid that it might be the last time when he has an opportunity to see Kakarott.

 

Vegeta slowly approached the bed. He motioned for the tender to leave the room then sat down himself next to Kakarott.

 

His mate was motionlessly lying on the bed. His face was all pale, lips bluish, a damp cloth put on his forehead. Kakarott's hair was matted with cold sweat. A heavy scent of illness was in the air.

 

It hurt so much to see Kakarott like this. And even if this time they both were at peace, even if his mate knew about his feelings, it didn't make it any better than it was when Kakarott had poisoned himself with sedative. Gods…he wouldn't have known what to do if his mate died then - he would have never forgiven himself; even now nobody knew for sure if that was an accident or Kakarott tried to kill himself.

 

He brushed over Kakarott's forehead and both temples with the damp cloth then put the cloth into a bowl with cold water to wet it again.

 

Gods, he had no idea that the bond could turn so strong. It felt like something was tearing at his heart right now, was trying to strangle him. Probably it was fear. And he didn't even know Kakarott very well... Though, in fact, it was his own fault - Velari, for example, didn't waste time and…

 

Vegeta stilled a growl that was rising up his throat. Now…now he would do anything and everything for Kakarott, but it was too late. Again. And he was so afraid that he might even not to have another chance to fix his mistakes, to prove himself to Kakarott, to do everything alright, as it has to be between the mates.

 

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Bardock turned around with his chair after the door opened behind him. His heart skipped a beat as he saw Velari enter his chambers. Though, he knew why Velari was here; the young prince wanted to get to know how his son was doing. But he didn't have any good news for Velari.

 

“Your Lordship,” Velari greeted. He uncomfortably shifted under Bardock's searching gaze. He had been feeling guilty for that spectacle he presented while drunken and now the guilt only increased. “I'm sorry for that…outburst. I talked with my father and…”

 

“Sit down, brat,” Bardock snorted at Velari, motioning with his head to a sofa that was covered in satin ruby cushions.

 

Velari frowned at the name but didn't protest. He accepted it as a deserved punishment. He plopped onto the fluffy sofa then propped up into the cushions.

 

“So, I suppose that you want to know about Kakarott's health?” Bardock asked after Velari got comfortable.

 

Velari felt himself blush for no apparent reason. “Yes.” He saw Bardock close his eyes.

 

“He's in a coma. The doctor doesn't believe that he will survive this night.”

 

The prince sharply inhaled. “Gods,” he then heaved out. “B-but how? He has just got cold…”

 

Bardock stood up from his chair. He walked over to a window. “The silly thing got hungry and tried out colanma berries in the forest.”

 

“What?” Velari looked at Bardock in disbelief. “But how-”

 

“He's not born here,” Bardock sighed, looking through the window but not seeing anything. “Every child here knows not to eat them. But he had no idea he wasn't supposed to eat them.”

 

Velari suddenly stood up.

 

“You can't go to him,” Bardock warned. “Your brother wouldn't be pleased to find you with Kakarott. Besides, Kakarott is in coma.”

 

“I want to see him. At least too see him,” Velari turned to the door. “Let go of me!” he gasped and tried to wrench his arm from Bardock's grasp. He even didn't notice how Bardock approached him.

 

“He will kill you.”

 

Velari froze.

 

“Don't think that I'm such an idiot, Velari. I know,” Bardock let go of Velari. “And that's why you are not going there.” He turned Velari around to look at the pale Velari's face. “You both are damn lucky that Vegeta didn't kill you before. Be grateful and stop this nonsense,” he brushed Velari's long hair behind his shoulder.

 

Velari rudely pushed Bardock away. “Don't fucking tell me what to do!” He gritted his teeth, trying to pull away from Bardock who again held him down. “Let go! Let me fucking go!”

 

“I'm not letting you die, you silly child!” Bardock shoved Velari back into the sofa. “It's enough of one!”

 

Velari bared his canines at him, but then limply slumped in the sofa, covering his face with his palms. “Gods…but why? Why?” His shoulders started shaking. “Why him…”

 

Bardock sat down next to Velari. He had no strength left to soothe the prince. He himself was on the verge of insanity.

 

Bardock didn't protest as Velari clung to him, hiding his face into his shoulder. The opposite, he pressed Velari to himself, searching for assurance, for consolation. He felt Velari's tears soak his shirt, and couldn't hold his own back. If only Kakarott survived this night… If only…

 

“Gods…” Bardock desperately pressed Velari to him. “Why him…” he groaned into Velari's hair.

 

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Kakarott was sleepy and ill but the most important thing was that he was still alive. Despite all the fears, his mate survived the night and, according to his doctor, was slightly getting better. It meant that it was over - Kakarott overcame the illness. There was still some risk left, but he didn't believe that something could go wrong now.

 

He was ecstatic to hear that. It seemed his entire world was reborn. He couldn't remember he had ever been as happy as he was now. He got his second chance and he wasn't going to screw up.

 

He climbed into the bed, next to Kakarott. His mate had slept all night and almost all day, and he didn't want to disturb him, but in the evening he just couldn't stay away.

 

Vegeta leaned Kakarott's almost limp body at himself. Kakarott still was very weak, and the scent of heavy illness was clearly distinctive. Kakarott's body wasn't as burning as it was before but it still was hot.

 

“How do you feel?” he brushed over Kakarott's hair to smooth it. “Any better?”

 

Kakarott nodded. He felt very dizzy and actually wanted to sleep and not to be spoken to. But on the other hand, he hardly remembered when he felt so comfortable and cozily. He still couldn't believe that Vegeta was asking him how did he feel and less that Vegeta was holding him.

 

“Want to sleep?” Vegeta asked noticing Kakarott starting to nod off.

 

“Yeah, a little,” Kakarott leaned his head against Vegeta's shoulder.

 

“Want me to stay or should I leave you in peace?” Vegeta brushed over his mate's forehead.

 

“No, stay,” Kakarott closed his eyes, almost instantly falling asleep.

 

He held Kakarott pressed to him then laid his mate down into the bed and lay next to him.

 

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Kakarott gazed at Vegeta who was sleeping beside him. He looked at the window then his eyes turned back to Vegeta. It was another morning already. He just couldn't believe that Vegeta stayed all night.

 

Kakarott shifted away from his sleeping mate. He thought about getting up. He felt much better. The fever didn't trouble him, and his head was much clearer.

 

He had to hold on the cabinet that stood next to the bed. His legs were too shaky to support his full weight. He turned to a table in the middle of the room. There was a jug of water on it. After quenching his thirst he decided to go to look for a bathroom.

 

Kakarott left the room. He realized that he wasn't in the castle anymore. Although, the room he had woken up was decorated very similar to those in the castle, behind the door it was clear that he was in a hospital: the walls were white and between the normal dressed people he caught a glimpse of several persons who wore white bands on their foreheads. The sign meant the same as on Hetela - a doctor.

 

Nobody paid any attention to him so he simply staggered down the corridor. But on his way he realized that his feet were cold; he left the ward barefooted. He would have raised his ki to warm up if he only had at least some of it.

 

He found a bathroom after five minutes and considered himself lucky. After he relieved himself, he drank another gallon of water. He left the bathroom and turned to the door outside. He again considered himself lucky that the people who colonized Hetela didn't see any need to invent any new language and stuck with the main one that was spoken on Vegeta-sei, and he was able to read the signs on the walls. True, some of the words were slightly altered but it was easy to understand what they meant.

 

“Hey, where are you going?”

 

Kakarott looked at one of the janitors that were standing at the door that was leading outside.

 

“Probably someone forgot to tell you that the temperature outside is bellow zero,” another janitor chuckled, measuring Kakarott's from his head to his toes and taking his scarce clothing in. “C'mon, young man,” he took Kakarott by his arm, turning him around, “where is your ward?” he asked Kakarott who just stared at him in shock not being used to being treated so familiarly.

 

“Call the boss,” the janitor turned to his companion after Kakarott just blinked at him. “Tell that we have another wanderer.” He turned back to Kakarott. “Can you remember your name?”

 

“Of course I can!” Kakarott tried to wrench his arm from the janitor's grasp. “Let me go!” He struggled as the janitor only increased his hold.

 

“Gentler,” another janitor warned his companion who was holding Kakarott, “his mate may bash your scull in if you leave bruises on him,” he showed at the claim-mark on Kakarott's shoulder. “So what's your name?” he motioned with his head to Kakarott.

 

“Kakarott Bardock,” Kakarott snorted at the janitor not stopping to struggle.

 

The janitors measured Kakarott from his head to his toes again.

 

“Sure, sure it is, sweetheart,” the one, who was holding Kakarott, sighed. “Must be from a wing C somewhere,” he said to his partner who was reporting to the center. “Mental disorders. Tell that he looks in his early twenties, short spiky hair, big eyes, well-built, nice tail…” he observed Kakarott once more. “Mated. Also seems to be either on some sedative or drugged. Introduces as Kakarott Bardock.”

 

His partner switched the scouter off. “You won't believe this, but they said that there's son of Duke Bardock in the hospital, and exactly on this floor. And they said that he fits the description and ordered to bring him to the superintendent. And treat him nice. Just in case.”

 

Kakarott wrenched his arm out of the janitor's grasp. “I'm Kakarott Bardock, and if you touch me again, I'll fucking take care that you two would be fired!” he snorted while rubbing his aching arm.

 

The janitors rolled their eyes in unison.

 

“What ward are you from?” asked the one that had been holding Kakarott before.

 

“Fifteenth,” Kakarott glared at him. “I want outside!”

 

“Let's check it and then we'll go to the superintendent,” the janitor motioned with his head for Kakarott to start walking.

 

After two steps his scouter started beeping. He turned to his partner whose scouter was also beeping and transmitting description and a picture of a missing person.

 

The janitor that was left to stand at the door turned his scouter on. “Err…sir…we have him with us,” he flustered. “Ground floor, at the door. Yes, he's okay. Yes, right away, sir.” He turned to his partner. “Immediately bring him to the superintendent… Prince Vegeta is here.”

 

“Lord Kakarott?” his paled partner turned to Kakarott.

 

Kakarott crossed his arms. “I want to see my father.”

 

“Err…” the janitor flustered even more. “There's your mate and…”

 

“I don't want to see Vegeta! I want outside to see my father!”

 

“But sir…”

 

“Dammit!” Kakarott pushed the janitor out of his way. He went to the door.

 

“Your Lordship, it's cold outside.” The second janitor crossed Kakarott's path. “And we were ordered to bring you to the superintendent,” he motioned with his head to his partner who again took Kakarott by his arm, pulling him away from the door. “I'll tell your wish to my superior.”

 

“Let me go this instant!” Kakarott growled. “You can't do this!” He jerked his arm. “Let me go!”

 

“I'm sorry, Your Lordship, but we got orders from the Prince.” The janitor started dragging a struggling Kakarott down the corridor, to the lift.

 

Kakarott narrowed his eyes and lowered his head as he was led into a very light room.

 

“Are you okay?” Vegeta quickly approached his mate. He pushed the janitor away and led Kakarott to the sofa, seating him down. He took Kakarott's appearance in. “Get me some warm clothes right now!” he turned to the janitor.

 

“I'm fine,” Kakarott wrenched his arm from Vegeta. “I just want to see my father!”

 

“He's already on his way,” Vegeta nodded. “Sorry for that, but you just disappeared, and I got worried that something might have happened.”

 

Kakarott relaxed a bit. He hated hospitals. They always brought him to panic. After he spent several nights in a hospital at his dying misuu's side, he couldn't stand being in one of them. The scents of medicine and various illnesses always drove him crazy.

 

“I want outside.”

 

“You're still too weak to go outside. You need some rest,” Vegeta shifted closer to Kakarott. He could see that Kakarott was cold - he was barefooted, his lips almost blue.

 

“I don't want to stay here!” Kakarott shook his head, pushing Vegeta away. “I want out!”

 

“Shush,” Vegeta held Kakarott down as that wanted to stand up. “There's no way you're going outside. You're too weak and it's very cold.”

 

“Let me go! Let me fucking go!” Kakarott struggled. “I don't like it here!”

 

“Your Highness, the clothes you asked for,” the janitor reached a bundle of clothes to the prince.

 

“Get me his doctor!” Vegeta pressed his struggling mate into the sofa. “Do you have some sedative or something?” he turned the superintendent who was already talking into his scouter.

 

“Sure, but…” the man faltered. “I wouldn't suggest that. As far as I know he got poisoned, and his system is too weak for that.”

 

The prince cursed. He turned back to Kakarott who was trying to kick him off. “Alright. Okay we'll go outside. But first you'll have to dress. Kakarott, okay,” he repeated after it didn't seem that Kakarott heard him, “we'll go outside.”

 

“What the fuck are you doing?!” Bardock tossed Vegeta to the side, off his son. “Kakarott?” he leaned to his son.

 

“I want out! I want out!” Kakarott screamed at him.

 

Bardock grabbed the cover from the sofa and wrapped Kakarott into it. He flew out of the window taking Kakarott with him and after several seconds he landed at the nearest shop and went inside to keep Kakarott warm.

 

“It's okay, we are away,” he pressed his son's head to his chest.

 

“What the fuck?!” Vegeta tossed the door out of his way. “Are you nuts?! What the hell are you doing?!” he stormed into the shop, yelling at Bardock who was holding Kakarott in his arms.

 

“He's panicky afraid of hospitals. You can't keep him there,” Bardock snorted, noticing that Kakarott's body was stopping to uncontrollably shake.

 

“Oh,” Vegeta blinked at Kakarott's back.

 

“Just get some clothes; we'll dress him and go back into the castle. He'll go crazy if brought back into the hospital,” Bardock lifted Kakarott higher.

 

Vegeta motioned to someone standing behind him to get the clothes. He approached Bardock. “I couldn't understand why he freaked out so much…”

 

“He got that phobia after his misuu died in one,” Bardock lowered Kakarott to stand on his own. He could feel that Kakarott was more or less fine. He supported Kakarott as that swayed a little.

 

“I'm sorry. I didn't know,” Vegeta looked at Kakarott.

 

“It's okay; I didn't tell,” Kakarott faintly smiled back at him then leaned at his father for support.

 

“You should have woken me up,” Vegeta sighed, “and not starting to wander through the hospital.”

 

Kakarott didn't answer anything to that. Actually it never occurred to him that he should wake Vegeta up and ask him for help. He didn't think that Vegeta would help him. Even now he doubted if Vegeta would have let him go from the hospital if not his father. He didn't trust Vegeta. He doubted he will ever trust a man who wanted to kill him and have a war with his planet. Some things never changed.

 

“I want to go home,” Kakarott muttered only for his father to hear. “At least for several weeks. Please?”

 

“Did something happen?” Bardock worriedly observed Kakarott's face.

 

Kakarott shook his head. “No, I just want to go home. Please? Just for a week?”

 

“I'll have to talk about this with the king and your mate,” Bardock stroke Kakarott's back. He could hear a plea in Kakarott's voice, which was making him very worried.

 

“About what?” Vegeta took the clothes one of his bodyguards brought and approached Kakarott.

 

“He wants to go home for several weeks,” Bardock took the clothes from him. “Get them away from here,” he motioned with his head to Vegeta's guards. “Leave us,” he motioned for his own ones.

 

“Go home?” Vegeta looked at Kakarott in surprise. “But…” there went his plans to go to Aleda, to spend some time with Kakarott. “Kakarott?”

 

Kakarott turned his head away. “I want to go home,” he muttered while thrusting his arm into a sleeve.

 

Vegeta watched him silently. “For several weeks?” he asked then. “When do you want to go?”

 

“I'd want to go now,” Kakarott finished buttoning his shirt not looking at his mate. He took the trousers but then faltered.

 

“Now? But…”

 

“Could you turn around?” Kakarott blushed. He raised the trousers in his hand.

 

Vegeta looked stunned for a second. “Errr…yes, okay,” he regained his speech after a moment. He turned around. It was just weird. He had seen not only Kakarott's underwear but also he had seen Kakarott naked plenty times, but Kakarott didn't remember that. Kakarott didn't remember anything at all. What's more - Kakarott was running away from him. “But I think you should stay at least until you feel better?”

 

“No! No,” Kakarott lowered his voice, getting uncomfortable for a panic note in it. He pulled his trousers on. “I just… It was long time ago when I was home and I want to see my planet…”

 

Vegeta faltered. He didn't want Kakarott to go away. Not in the state he was now; Kakarott seemed to be afraid of him, and he couldn't understand what he did - before it seemed that Kakarott accepted him. “Well, okay,” he said then finally. “For two weeks.”

 

“Thank you,” Kakarott nodded.

 

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He wasn't sure what he should say to Kakarott. He wanted to say several things, but he doubted if that would be wise. So they were walking like that, just silently, not saying a word to each other. He was anxious; he didn't want Kakarott to go. He saw this Kakarott's “expedition” as a hindrance that was going to make the gap between him and Kakarott even bigger.

 

Something happened to Kakarott. Kakarott seemed to be reluctant to be at his side, seemed to even be afraid and tense while staying alone with him. And he couldn't understand why. Before Kakarott felt ill it seemed that the things were improving, and very fast. Now…now the things were confusing.

 

Kakarott still hadn't recovered. Kakarott still was a bit shaky on his feet and was a little pale. He disapproved of this sudden Kakarott's wish to already go home next day after he woke up from coma. His father and Bardock were also surprised by this Kakarott's zest. The king didn't interfere, leaving this only between Kakarott and him. Bardock…Bardock was as confused as he, but didn't refuse his son's request. Besides, at the first sight it wasn't anything special - a man spent a long time away from his home and now simply wanted to visit his native planet, only for two weeks. But he knew it wasn't true. Kakarott was fleeing. And he was even afraid to think what he will be after he comes back.

 

TBC

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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