Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Heavy Bond ❯ Part 16 ( Chapter 16 )

 

 

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 16 (Epilogue)

 

(Five months later)

 

Vegeta got a call from his brother in the very morning. Velari said that he was almost halfway to Vegeta-sei and that he wanted to see him. Vegeta wasn't very glad but agreed; as Kakarott never mentioned Velari and didn't seem to be missing him at all, he didn't feel so jealous about Velari anymore.

 

In the afternoon Vegeta was informed that his brother was at the castle and he went to meet him. They greeted each other then went into Vegeta's room. Vegeta sat down comfortably in his armchair, waiting for Velari to say why the hell he came back to where he was forbidden to come. He sighed as, taking his time, Velari went to the cupboard where he was keeping the wine and started opening a white wine bottle without his permission.

 

After filling his glass, Velari raised a glassful at Vegeta. “Have a piece of news,” Velari announced, sinking into the fluffy couch opposite Vegeta and crossing his legs. He churned his white wine in the glass before gulping it down.

 

Vegeta felt the urge to roll his eyes at his brother. Velari liked to make things seem so melodramatic. “Bad or good?” he asked. Though, already Velari's return to Vegeta-sei was a bad news itself. He was angry with Velari and he perfectly knew that Velari knew this. He didn't want Velari near Kakarott, and Velari knew that. And the bastard still came back.

 

Velari gave Vegeta a sour look then regretfully looked at his glass. “I'm pregnant and I ran away.”

 

Vegeta stared at his brother for several long seconds then scratched his chin. “Okay…” he drawled. “Don't want to be pestilent but who is the father?” I hope you know at least that, Vegeta added in his head.

 

Velari snorted. He looked at his empty glass again. “Bardock.”

 

Vegeta spluttered.

 

Vegeta rubbed his burning forehead. He stood up, approached Velari, grabbed the glass out of his hand and went to the table. He then filled the glass and took the bottle. He brought the filled glass to Velari then himself took a good swing directly from the bottle.

 

“Bardock, Kakarott's father?” Vegeta wanted to be sure. He fell ungraciously back into the sofa and took a good swig again.

 

“Who else?” Velari glared at him, sipping from his glass.

 

“So he had been talking about you…” Vegeta ran his finger through his hair.

 

“What?” Velari sipped his wine again.

 

“Once he told me that he was in love with someone and was afraid to tell him that because of the age difference,” Vegeta tossed the empty bottle to the floor.

 

“Oh really?” Velari rolled his eyes. “He didn't seem so shy to me! Can we get more wine?” he kicked the empty bottle. The bottle rolled and stopped next to Vegeta's feet.

 

“Although it shouldn't be my concern but this was your last glass of wine until you give birth,” Vegeta kicked the bottle back to his brother.

 

“Bastard,” Velari glared at him.

 

“So what happened? He doesn't want the child or what? Why did you run away?” Vegeta leaned his burning head back onto the backrest.

 

Velari scowled. “I can bet the bastard did that intentionally! He got me pregnant to keep me on Hetela! He really did that! Fucker! He-”

 

“So he does want the child?” Vegeta waved the rest of Velari's tirade off. “What did he say?”

 

Velari scowled again. He leaned to put the empty glass on the floor then crossed his arms. He closed his eyes. “He started organizing the mating ceremony.”

 

Vegeta blinked. “Already?” For some time he watched his brother's facial expression. “And?”

 

“I'm not going to go back there,” Velari opened his eyes to look at his brother. “At least not until I can fight him.”

 

There a small smirk appeared on the corner of Vegeta's lips. “It's going to be damn hard to keep him off Vegeta-sei… Sure he knows where you are…”

 

“Sure he knows,” Velari agreed, almost pouting. He shifted to get more comfortable on the couch. “I can't make a step without him knowing where I'll set my foot.” He ran his hand over his long hair, ruffling it. After having some wine he felt relaxed.

 

“You need to get some rest until he comes after you,” Vegeta sighed.

 

“I'm not going with him,” Velari shook his head.

 

“But you're not staying here either,” Vegeta sternly said. “You aren't going to live in the same building, even city with Kakarott.”

 

Velari snorted. “Fine. I can go to any place I own. Jaron…”

 

“No!” Vegeta snarled. “You aren't going to that slut! He had never been a good option for you and now, as you are pregnant and are going to unite with Bardock, we don't need any talks behind your back. Besides, you don't own Hirian anymore.”

 

Velari glared at him. “Do you know that you're a copy of our father?”

 

Vegeta glared back at him. “You'll obey me, or I'll fucking send you directly back to Hetela.”

 

“Fucker,” Velari said without much fire, leaning his head at the backrest. He felt a bit sleepy now.

 

Vegeta observed his brother. Velari was going to fall asleep soon. Probably Velari didn't have a decent sleep long time ago. “I know a good doctor; you should start checking the pregnancy progress.”

 

“Yeah,” Velari yawned, “probably.”

 

“How long are you pregnant?”

 

“A bit over a month,” Velari closed his eyes, getting into a more horizontal position on the couch.

 

“Do you really think you'll manage to keep him off until you give birth?” Vegeta asked.

 

“No, but I'll try,” Velari yawned again. “I'm stronger than him and I'm not going to be the one carrying the claim-mark! That's final!”

 

“How long you two have been arguing about this?” Vegeta felt a smile tug at his lips again. Velari was a real Vegeta - prideful and stubborn to no end. Sure Velari wasn't going to give in so easily.

 

“A bit over a month.”

 

“So he proposed as soon as you got pregnant?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Good,” Vegeta nodded. “At least no problems with that.” He watched a slumbering Velari. “You know in this case the double mating mark is possible.”

 

“No, this is only in extreme case.”

 

“Velari, but you do realize that you can't mark him.”

 

“I can.”

 

“No, you can't.”

 

“I can.”

 

Vegeta rolled his eyes. “You fucking can't and you know that. Either double claim-mark or none at all, or one on your shoulder.”

 

“Fuck you.”

 

“You can't mark the ruler of Hetela. As nobody can mark our father, so nobody can mark Bardock. That will cause confusion over authority.”

 

“I don't give a damn.”

 

Vegeta just sighed.

 

“Do you want this mating or this is only…because you're pregnant?” Vegeta observed Velari.

 

“I hate him.”

 

Vegeta blinked. “Okay… So why did you agree with the mating? Well, I understand that you did. You only postponed it by running away. So why the hell did you agree?”

 

“The bastard is damn good in bed.”

 

Vegeta frowned in distaste. “Do you really hate him or it's only in your current state?”

 

“I fucking hate him so much that as soon as he gets here, I'll let him fuck me again,” Velari yawned. “Will you let me get some sleep finally?!”

 

“Damn brat,” Vegeta cursed.

 

“Listen, Vegeta, we'll solve this between us. I'm pretty happy with my position only that I don't want that claim-mark on my shoulder. And now I can't oppose him without you or father backing me up. I just ask for eight months of safe-house, and then I'll get the hell out here, challenge Bardock, beat him, mark him and we all will be a big happy family.”

 

“You can't mark him.”

 

“Yes, I can and I will, don't argue with me, because I really will do this only to piss you off more!”

 

“Gods, and how the hell did I live with you before?” Vegeta groaned.

 

“Happily,” Velari grinned into the couch. “I know that you too want me to mark him,” he opened his eyes to look at Vegeta.

 

“Sure I want, but you can't.”

 

“Don't start,” Velari yawned. “Did he really tell you that for a long time he was afraid to tell me he wanted me?” he grinned again.

 

“Yeah.”

 

“Sweet,” Velari purred. “He didn't tell me that.”

 

Vegeta observed Velari. “You do know that probably already tomorrow he's going to be here and try to get you back with him?”

 

“I suppose you should inform our father that I don't want to go with him,” Velari shrugged.

 

“You know, I doubt very much if our father is going to interfere at all after getting to know the situation. He would be a real idiot if he interfered.”

 

“But you will?”

 

Vegeta smirked. “I'm still thinking. So I suppose you should be nicer to me if you want me to do something about this your little problem.”

 

“Alright, you can be a godfather,” Velari yawned.

 

XXXXX

 

“Good morning, Prince Vegeta,” Bardock greeted.

 

Bardock was sitting on the comfortable red couch in the guest room.

 

“Hello,” Vegeta nodded. He closed the door behind him. “Kakarott is going to come down soon. He's dressing.”

 

“You know that I'm here because of your brother,” Bardock gave an annoyed look to Vegeta.

 

“Sure I know, but I think you could see your son before we start arguing over this matter,” Vegeta calmly said.

 

Bardock just sighed. “I hoped you won't interfere…

 

“How is Kakarott?” he asked then. “How are you two getting along?”

 

“Fine,” Vegeta nodded. “Everything is okay.”

 

“Is he very angry?”

 

“Velari? No,” Vegeta shook his head. “Just upset a little.”

 

“Did he tell anything about the mating or what he's going to do?” Bardock asked. “He just left not telling me anything and I'm not sure how to interpret this.”

 

Vegeta waved off. “Be calm. Don't see this as refusal or anything. He plans to stay here, on Vegeta-sei and then, after he gives birth, to come back to you, challenge and claim you.”

 

“Oh joy,” Bardock sighed. “But at least he didn't reject the proposition.”

 

“He isn't going to,” Vegeta shook his head. “He'll only postpone the mating. He wants that the same as you, he just…”

 

“Yeah, the claim-mark,” Bardock nodded. He got more comfortable on the couch. He felt much calmer now. Before coming here he wasn't very sure what to expect from Velari. He had been so ecstatic when Velari finally started answering his all possible courting. At first things went very slow - though Velari didn't reject him anymore, Velari didn't show much attention to him either. The things took the acceleration on after Velari went into heat. They both got stuck, and badly.

 

They spent some time together but after Velari got pregnant they didn't do much except arguing over that mating ceremony. That, and fucking. Velari was damn good. Velari was not only beautiful to look at, interesting to talk to, but he also was perfect to play with.

 

Velari wasn't dominating by nature, but Velari had the same stubbornness all Vegeta House had. And even if overall Velari didn't mind the claim-mark on his shoulder, they both knew that Velari was at least two times stronger than him and Velari wasn't going to give up on his rights as a dominating male. Sure, in different case there wouldn't be what to argue about, but now he couldn't agree with Velari marking him - he was the one ruling Hetela, and the claim-mark… But he was ready to agree with another thing - double marking. But Velari didn't want to hear about this. Stubborn brat.

 

“I'll try to smooth his feathers for the double claim-mark,” Vegeta sighed, “but I doubt he'd listen to me. Yesterday he just fluffed up at that.”

 

Bardock nodded. “This would be the best solution. But why are you interfering? Velari's home is on Hetela now. It's only between two of us.”

 

“He asked for help and he'll get it,” Vegeta said. “Though, yes, I don't want to interfere either. But he's my younger brother and until he agrees in going with you on his free will, you aren't going to take him.”

 

Both men turned around at the noise. Kakarott entered the room.

 

“Father,” Kakarott smiled at his father before throwing his arms around the older man. “Glad you came, missed you terribly.” Kakarott let go of Bardock. “This is the business trip or you came to see me?”

 

Bardock shifted a bit nervously. “Neither… I'm here because of Velari.”

 

“Velari?” Kakarott surprised looked at him. “Well, yeah, I heard that he returned yesterday… What happened? Did you get into an argument, or did he do something?”

 

From his place on the couch Vegeta smirked at Bardock who gulped uneasily.

 

“Well…yeah, I wanted to talk to you about this,” Bardock gave Kakarott a bit sheepish smile.

 

“About what?”

 

“Well, Velari and I… We are sort of…a couple.”

 

Kakarott thought that he misheard. “You are a what? A what?!” He stared at his father, giving him a wild look. “You and Velari?!” he gasped.

 

“Shh…” Vegeta grabbed his mate before Kakarott could have slumped to the floor. “It's their business,” he pushed Kakarott to the direction of the couch. He seated his mate onto the couch and sat himself next to Kakarott.

 

Bardock worriedly watched his son. He wasn't sure if now it would be a good time to tell that Velari was carrying. Kakarott was a great deal shaken.

 

“But…but!” Kakarott stared at his father. “But Velari!”

 

Bardock just threw his arms. “What can I say… I love him.”

 

Kakarott groaned. He frantically rubbed his temples. “And where the hell is Velari? I need to hear this from him. Or maybe I don't…” He groaned again. “Gods…”

 

“Velari is hiding,” Bardock snorted.

 

“Hiding?” Kakarott shook his head. “What do you mean `hiding'”?

 

Bardock carefully sat down on the couch that was standing opposite Kakarott's. He deeply inhaled and decided to get on with this. “Velari is pregnant, and we got into an argument over on whose shoulder is going to hold the claim-mark.”

 

Kakarott stared at him. Then Kakarott glared at him. Then hecursed loudly.

 

XXXXX

 

Velari entered the room “Wanted to see me, Lord Bardock?” He fell down into a fluffy couch next to the door. He crossed his legs demonstratively.

 

Bardock rolled his eyes. “We can do without this.” He approached the prince. “I heard that you aren't sleeping very well.”

 

This time it was Velari who rolled his eyes. “I just don't like space traveling. It always makes me sick and dizzy. I can't sleep in a spaceship.”

 

“Listen, Velari,” Bardock sighed, squatting next to a sitting Velari, “this is just silly. Even if you're so against the claim-mark, and even double marking, you don't need to stay here. Vegeta said you were planning to stay here until our son was born. But this is simply ridiculous. You know that I'm not going to make you mate me against your will or something like that. You can be calm about that and you can stay on Hetela. But you also know that unless we finally find some compromise, the things aren't going to work.”

 

Velari silently gazed at Bardock then turned away. “I'm not having that mark on my shoulder.”

 

Bardock groaned. “Let's deal with one problem at a time. Are you going back with me?” he asked taking the prince's chin in his hand and turning Velari's face to him. “I know you have already asked Vegeta for protection, but Vegeta will understand.”

 

Velari watched Bardock's face. “Fine,” he then wrenched his chin out of Bardock's palm.

 

Bardock sighed in relief. “Thank you,” he kissed Velari on his forehead. He brushed the hair from Velari's forehead behind his ear. “Don't do that again. You got me damn scared. Just to leave like that…” he trailed off, shaking his head.

 

Velari leaned his face into Bardock's palm. He sighed. “That last argument we had…”

 

“Those are just words said in anger, you know that. You can be such a hothead at times…” Bardock kissed Velari on his lips. He stood up, bringing Velari up with him. “Do you really feel fine?”

 

Velari nodded. “Yeah, I feel well. I also went to see a doctor - everything is fine.”

 

“Good,” Bardock wrapped his one arm around Velari's waist, tugging him to the door. “Now let's go to see your overprotective brother, and let's go home. Good that at least your father had enough brains not to intervene,” he brushed over Velari's around the waist wrapped tail.

 

Velari scratched his nape sheepishly. “I didn't have enough courage to tell him. I think he would have sent me straight back… He never approved of... Well, if I'm pregnant, for him it means that I have to mate straight away.”

 

“So he still doesn't know that you..?” Bardock asked, already thinking that telling to the king would be exactly the right thing to do if he wanted to mate Velari faster. The king had an unbelievable amount of influence on the both princes, and not only as their king, but also as their father. Though, he didn't exactly like this - Velari and he soon were going to unite and he didn't need any outside influence on his young soon to be mate.

 

Velari shook his head. “No, of course he knows. Vegeta told him. But as I myself didn't tell him, he probably decided that I'll come to him when I'm ready to talk.”

 

“How did he react?” Bardock asked a bit nervously.

 

“And how do you think he'd react?” Velari turned around, smirking. “You'll have to treat me nice, or otherwise he'll bash your scull in.”

 

“Just great… On one side Vegeta, on other your father…” Bardock sighed.

 

“You had to think about that before seducing me…” Velari chuckled, turning to Vegeta's door.

 

“How did he react to your pregnancy?” Bardock inquired.

 

“Vegeta said that he…well…first two hours he wanted to rip your head off. Then he cooled down and said that it would do only to break all bones in your body and later he calmed down completely and said that he'd rather die than let you name the child as one of the Bardock… He told he would name him Vedeno.”

 

Bardock snorted. “As if. When he'll get one of his own then he can name him as he wish.”

 

Velari shrugged then grinned. “While you two, senile idiots, will be arguing, I'll name him as I want.”

 

XXX(Two months later)XXX

 

“Will you finally stop this?!” Kakarott smacked Vegeta on the back of his head.

 

“You are not going to wear this!” Vegeta pointed at red clothes on their bed.

 

“As hell I am!” Kakarott snorted. “These are the clothes we wear in the mating ceremony! If I couldn't wear them at my ceremony, I will wear them at my father's!”

 

“No, you won't!” Vegeta protested. “This is disgusting! There are only straps in the front! Everyone is going to stare at you!”

 

“You didn't hear what I told you?” Kakarott pushed his mate away from the bed, just in case Vegeta suddenly decided to rip the clothes. “It's going to be you everyone will stare at! Everyone is going to wear clothes like that!”

 

“Are you fucking sure that your father's castle isn't a secret brothel?” Vegeta pointed at the clothes again. “How the hell can you wear that?!”

 

“Yeah, how?!” Kakarott mocked. “Because it doesn't have any buttons on the back!”

 

“Don't start!”

 

“It's you who's starting! I had to wear that idiotic costume you, idiots, gave me for my ceremony then I had to wear some fucking coat with the buttons on the back! You won't die if at least one time in my life I'll be wearing what I want!”

 

“If some fucker just lays his eyes on you I'll fucking rip his eyes out of his sockets then feed them to Juoda!”

 

“Fine, fine, sweetie, do that,” Kakarott waved off, already starting to undress. “Have you checked if the horse is fine?”

 

“Fuck the horse - we have stablemen to take care of that,” Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest, still discontent.

 

“You know, your brother wouldn't be happy if he got a dead horse for a mating present…”

 

“No bother, for the money I'll give him in that envelope he can buy thousands of them.”

 

“You are such an ass!”

 

“Talking about asses,” Vegeta growled. “Do you know that I can almost see through that your idiotic costume?!”

 

“The most important part is my front,” Kakarott chuckled then turned around to face Vegeta.

 

“You. Are. Not. Going. Anywhere. While. Wearing. This. Slut. Costume!”

 

“Don't. Order. Me. Around,” Kakarott rolled his eyes.

 

“Grrr…” Vegeta angry and helplessly plopped into the armchair. “Isn't it a bit too tight?” he commented after a minute, not managing to peal his eyes off his mate.

 

“Yeah, a bit,” Kakarott nodded. “I think I have grown a little…”

 

Vegeta watched him silently for some time. “Take it home for later use,” he then caught Kakarott's tail that was lazily waving around and pulled Kakarott onto his lap.

 

Kakarott purred then raised his head to press his lips to Vegeta. “I could get much hotter stuff…” he laughed at his mate then. He closed his eyes. “How do you think Bardock managed to talk Velari in?”

 

“Don't talk to me about Velari and your father when I want to fuck,” Vegeta snorted in a pretended anger.

 

Kakarott grinned. He shifted on Vegeta's lap, making his mate tightly grip at him and gasp. “We have to be really quick if we don't want to be late…” he started nuzzling at Vegeta's throat.

 

“Do not waste my time then,” Vegeta quickly stood up, bringing Kakarott up with him then pushing his mate onto the couch, trapping him between his thighs and already taking his shirt off. Though, he just blinked at the ceiling as Kakarott turned them over, and then it was him who was trapped under Kakarott.

 

After several seconds they were turning and tossing on the floor, neither of them giving up. Finally Kakarott secured his position. He smirked down at Vegeta.

 

“Your costume is ruined…” from the floor Vegeta smirked back at him.

 

“Ah fuck!” Kakarott cursed, letting go of Vegeta. He just sighed then. “And I thought you wanted to fuck because of my nice ass.”

 

“Well, we can still have a fuck that if your ass feels so insulted,” Vegeta smirked again.

 

“We'll be late,” Kakarott grinned down at him.

 

“I see that you are very worried about that…” Vegeta chuckled, raising his head to lock his mouth to Kakarott's.

 

“Yes, very, very, very worried,” Kakarott nodded, peeling the clothes off Vegeta. “So worried that I don't give a damn.”

 

“I see you learned something…”

 

“Shut up and kiss me.”

 

The End

 

04 10 2005

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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