New Year's Eve

Part 1

By Webtester01

Disclaimer: DBZ and it's characters are copyrighted by it's owners and licensees. No profit is being made from this.

Rated: R

Type: YAOI

Archive: Yes, please.

It was cold. That much I clearly remember. Maybe it was winter?

My story begins a few days ago, for those would care to listen...

Kakarott was his name. He captured my attention the first time I laid my eyes upon him.

He sat there in the market place, on a bench in the snow, every day. The thin garments he wore, surely did not keep the young man adequately warm. His tail was tightly wrapped around him. He kept himself well, despite his obvious poverty.

The market place was especially busy with the gift-buying frenzy the others all concerned themselves with. I myself was one of those shoppers. Father would have me send a servant to do it instead; but this time I am strongly compelled to do it alone, save one guard, Nappa, who accompanys me.

I tossed a coin into the can of meager offerings, and continued on my way after our eyes met briefly, my cloak concealing my true identity. On the way back, I spotted him buying a loaf of warm bread with the meager donations he received.

Christmas came and went. I received many things that I wanted and did not want. There was one that I wanted that was not among them. So I did something about it.

The next day I slipped out of the castle and like a mischievous teen, I escaped to the central market. I will get myself one more gift.

He is gone. Why? He is always here I've been told. I smell blood on the wind. The scent leads me to an alley where a group of young saiyans circled around a crouched body.

It is him!

I watch from the shadows, intrigued as he fights with grace and speed, despite my ire at the once attacking him. He knocks several of them out, blood dripping down their garments.. More come. His stamina has reaching his limit. The others get in some good hits and kicks.

He's down.

They continue to kick and punch, ripping and rending what little position he has. One takes piece of bread from his his pocket. Three more strip him of all his possessions, save his body; laughing as they went.

I want to kill them. But he will die in this cold. He is bleeding. My thoughts are a jumble. Damn them!

He is wrapped in my shawl, over my shoulder. I fly into the air and fire a ki blast at the idiots who dared to return.

Back at the medical wing of the castle, he is floating in a regeneration tank. The medics have been instructed to keep this quiet. I moved him to my chambers tonight.

It is warm. Soft. Someone is next to me. I snuggle closer. A nice, but unknown scent enters my nose... wait. Where am I? I open my eyes... an unfamiliar face looks down on me.

Hm... flame-shaped hair, windows' peak, serous face...My eyes widen. It cant be! Anyone but him! After all the stories I've heard.... my mouth is as dry as cotton. He smiles toothily at me. I tremble in fear, scooting away. He frowns. I realize I am naked. All saiyans sleep that way, but...

"We just slept." he says. A few moments pass. "They almost killed you. Your body was getting too cold." he continues.

It all comes back. Memories flood my mind. The beatings. The fights for my food. That last fight... someone carrying me. Why does my body not hurt?

"Are you hungry?" he asks gesturing toward a table with some breakfast pastries, fruit and a piture of water on it. I glance at it momentarily. My stomach growls loudly, despite my apprehension. I fed myself loaf of bread with the money people gave me for polishing boots, or donations I received when I got too weak.

I'm offered food. I blink. Food...mmmmmmm. My mouth waters as I run to the food table, stuffing a pastry in my mouth licking my fingers. I reached for a green fruit that I've never seen before. It tastes so good! I try another fruit and another pastry. I still watch him warily.

The prince seems amused by my actions and my behavior. I won't let my guard down, after the tales of cruelty I've heard.

He approches me, and I back away, only to watch him eat. He's eating without covering his face in food.

Prince Vegeta disappears, after which I feel arms around me pulling me away towards the bed. I struggle in his grasp, only to feel a hand around the base of my tail.

I freeze.

The hold is firm; Uncomfortable, but not as painful as I expected. He says to me, "Relax." After which he gently strokes the fur on my tail, while he lead me to a huge bath room, decorated in very expensive statues and fountains.

It's warm. It feels so good! I sit in his lap as he thoroughly lathers my hair, which has been hard to keep clean in the river, without some soapweed. Soon he is lathering my tail and gently cleaning it, as well as everything else.

"Wash me." he says with authority.

Continues in New Year's Eve: Part 2.