Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Persistence ❯ Part 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Hello, LadyKATT! Oh no, Vegeta isn't naughty. The poor boy is afraid to tell the true and thinks that after he tells it, Kakarott won't be interest anymore. Though, yeah - I'm all in for Vegeta's spanking! Let's spank him! Spank! Spank! Spank!

 

 

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

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

 

Persistence by chayron (lttomb@yahoo.com)

 

Part 2

 

The fish had been very good. Even if the cooks in the kitchen thought that he was completely mad ordering them to specially prepare the three squalid fish, it was worth it.

 

Veliro licked his fingertips clean and contentedly sighed at his empty plate. He didn't use any forks and such; he ate how he imagined Kakarott would eat them. It had tasted much better than any other fish Veliro had ever eaten.

 

Veliro wiped his lips and fingers clean with the napkin then rose from the table and went to his bed. He took a book titled `The Winner's Strategy' from the cupboard and cozily snuggled into the pillows with the book in his hands. Nevertheless he wasn't keen on reading today. Today, the day before, the day before the day before and so on. The only thing that he had been able to think about was Kakarott. He wanted to see Kakarott again. To wait these several days had been so hard. Though it was only several days it seemed like eternity. He wanted to see what Kakarott did with the piece of metal he had brought him. He noticed that Kakarott had been surprised to see such expensive material. Before bringing it to Kakarott, he indeed had been thinking about choosing something cheaper, but then he realized that he wanted to wear what Kakarott makes. He wanted it to be good, he wanted to be proud of it.

 

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“Well, what do you think?” Kakarott asked him after a long biting silence.

 

“It's...it's perfect,” Veliro brushed over the red flame ornament on the breastplate with his fingertips. He was already regretting the day he'd grow up and wouldn't be able to wear it anymore. “You did very well.”

 

“Try it on first,” Kakarott smiled, wiping his dark, sooty fingers on his dirty apron. He moved behind Veliro to help him to strap on the armor.

 

Veliro put it on. He gazed at his reflection in the mirror on the desk. He looked good.

 

“It suits you,” Kakarott grinned.

 

“Yeah,” Veliro examined the armor once again. “So how much do I owe you?”

 

“Seven Veri,” Kakarott brushed over the new shiny armor wiping away dust.

 

“Seven Veri? That wouldn't even pay off the coal you burned while making it. Tell you this, I like it very much, I'll give you one hundred Veri and you can keep what's left of the metal.”

 

Kakarott blinked at Veliro. “Are you mad? It's a fortune! And you probably don't know that you could make half of another armor from the material that's left.”

 

“Oh, I know,” Veliro smirked at his own reflection in the mirror. He handed a bag to Kakarott. “Keep it, you'll need it more than I.”

 

Kakarott's face suddenly became unfriendly, even angry. “What do you want, Veliro? I'm not going to accept that money. Take that armor and get the hell out of here.”

 

Veliro looked at Kakarott, concerned. He didn't want to insult Kakarott. It wasn't a charity, Kakarott really needed that money more than him. And that armor…for the same armor and the same quality in Laniara in some shops one would pay about two hundred Veri.

 

It took almost ten minutes for Veliro to convince Kakarott that he didn't mean to insult him. Veliro learned much about pride: it appeared that even a common third-class could have plenty of it.

 

Veliro contently looked at his reflection once again. “You could open your own shop in Laniara. You really would become popular very soon. You work good, fast and cheap.”

 

“Thanks,” Kakarott sat up on the chair, trying to rub the soot off his hands.

 

“I'm serious,” Veliro looked at him. “Why not? Just pack your things and go.”

 

Kakarott laughed. “Yeah. And with what money would I buy a place to work, all the tools, everything?”

 

“I could lend you a little money,” Veliro shrugged.

 

“No, I don't mean to insult you, but with money it's like that - you want something, buy it with your own money. Money has a long memory and gets a very nasty taste when that memory becomes older.”

 

“Kakarott! I don't hear your hammer knocking! What did I…” Bardock entered the room. “Oh,” he suddenly turned into a smile. “Veliro! Good to see you! How're you doing, my boy?”

 

“Fine, fine,” Veliro muttered.

 

Bardock observed the breastplate Veliro was wearing. “I see Kakarott finally managed to do something good. It's a pretty expensive metal I see. How much did Kakarott take from you?”

 

“Thirty Veri,” Veliro quickly answered before Kakarott could have blurted out.

 

“Thirty? A good price for a friend,” Bardock nodded. “Alright, I'll leave you, boys,” he grinned at the two teenagers.

 

Veliro glared at Bardock's back. He knew what the damn fool was doing. But he wasn't sure why. “What the hell was that about?” Veliro asked after Bardock left.

 

Kakarott just waved off. “Don't bother yourself. He's obsessed with Elites, he's already tried to match Radditz with one Elite. I think it's his dream or something.”

 

“Oh,” Veliro blinked. So that's what it was about. He shrugged nonchalantly. “Do you want to go to Laniara, to that lake?”

 

Kakarott shook his head. “I'd love to, but I really have to work. Maybe next time.”

 

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And the next time came. And then another and then another one. Veliro was a very persistent person.

 

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Veliro contently stretched on the grass, his eyes following Kakarott who was taking off his blue shirt, getting ready for a swim. He had been trying to get Kakarott to go with him to this lake for two weeks now. Almost every two days he would visit Kakarott, but Kakarott rarely had time. Veliro was even ready to pay Kakarott the same amount of money he would get for one day of work only to get him to this lake. Luckily sometimes, like today, Kakarott had some spare time to spend.

 

Veliro watched Kakarott shed his clothes on the lush grass. This time Kakarott left his underwear on. Pity.

 

Kakarott's tail gracefully curved behind his back, causing Veliro's eyes to fix on it and his cheeks to blush. Kakarott quickly ran to the small rise on the ground and loudly plunged into the water. His head emerged after several moments.

 

“Hey, Veliro, are you coming? It was you who wanted to go for a swim after all!” Kakarott's voice wafted.

 

Veliro smiled to himself. Yes, he wanted to go for a swim, but he wanted Kakarott to swim. “I'm coming!” he shouted back, lazily standing up and beginning to fumble with his shirt.

 

Kakarott was a much better swimmer than him! He again tried to catch up with Kakarott, but was left far behind. He sadly stared at Kakarott's receding head then turned back to the shore. Then something grabbed him by his left leg and immersed him in water. He shot into the air gasping and choking with water. He heard Kakarott laugh.

 

Veliro stared at Kakarott's shocked face. Veliro slowly removed his hand from Kakarott's neck, leaving Kakarott to levitate opposite him.

 

“I only joked…” Kakarott retreated farther from Veliro. Kakarott rubbed his neck where red finger marks were clearly seen. He suddenly felt afraid - what did he know about Veliro? Nothing. Veliro found him, they went fishing, he made armor for Veliro, several times they went swimming and that was it. Veliro didn't talk much. He knew Veliro was hiding something. He had no idea what Veliro wanted from him. Veliro was an Elite, by their standards he was only scum for Veliro. Veliro could kill him if he so desired, and nobody would ever lift a finger.

 

“I'm sorry,” Kakarott hurriedly began to fly to the shore. Now he was sure he didn't want to stay here anymore. He had been foolish to fool around with an Elite. He had heard many stories about Elites' games: sometimes Elites would randomly choose someone to have fun, they would mock, punch and kick, they would kill; they didn't ever care. Veliro probably was five or six times stronger than him. Now he was even afraid to look back over his shoulder at Veliro. He wanted to get home, and fast.

 

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He couldn't believe how stupid he'd been to grab Kakarott by his neck. He had scared Kakarott! He had even been able to scent Kakarott's fear then. Kakarott almost panicked when he flew closer intending to explain himself. And although he apologized for that outburst, he could see that Kakarott didn't feel relaxed around him anymore. He doubted that Kakarott believed his apology. After he apologized, Kakarott tentatively smiled, but he could feel that Kakarott wanted nothing more than to get as far away from him as fast as he could.

 

Veliro cursed himself again. This wasn't supposed to happen. He had been triggered then by the unexpected Kakarott's laugh, somehow everything mixed and he lashed out. Now he was paying for it: Kakarott had already told him that this month he wouldn't have any time to go anywhere. Everything would be so much simpler if Kakarott were Elite like him! No, it would be so easy! Now Veliro didn't know what to do.

 

He wasn't going to refuse the thought about Kakarott - actually he wouldn't even be able to do that -, but he didn't know how to come back to the previous relationship, before he stupidly attacked Kakarott. If Kakarott were Elite, he would invite him to his house or send him several expensive presents or something like that. Like his father was used to doing all the time, it was simple, it always worked. At least with his father's lovers who were afraid that if they refused, they might be punished. He wasn't so sure about Kakarott; Kakarott might simply send him to hell with his presents and apologies; Kakarott had enough pride to feed them both. Kakarott needed a slightly different approach.

 

Veliro didn't want Kakarott to be afraid and he didn't want Kakarott to know yet. And he couldn't invite Kakarott, couldn't send any presents - his father would flip out if he caught him doing that. He already had been in trouble with disappearing from home all those times when he went to see Kakarott. And Veliro knew he was going to be in trouble again - the relationship he wanted was forbidden to him. But he knew too that he had no choice, he had already known that he was fastening the noose around his own neck when he decided to follow Kakarott to his home the first time. He couldn't explain why he did that. He just did and now was addicted.

 

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“Hello.”

 

Kakarott turned around at the voice. “Hi,” he slowly lowered his hammer on the anvil. He looked for some time at Veliro, who clearly was fidgeting, his uneasy state worsened by the fact that he was standing next to the burning hot forge.

 

“Err…I'm really sorry for that incident. I just…I don't know, it was somehow instinctual…”

 

“Glad to know that your instincts are telling you to kill me,” Kakarott muttered, raising his hammer again.

 

Kakarott held his breath when Veliro suddenly moved, and he found himself staring into Veliro's eyes, Veliro's hand holding the hammer, not letting him bring it down on the anvil.

 

“Listen to me very carefully, Kakarott,” Veliro calmly said, his eyes boring into Kakarott's. “If I wanted you dead, you would be dead. The only reason why I'm coming here is because I like you. I like you very much. You couldn't have been more wrong about my intentions then.”

 

“And what are your intentions?” Kakarott asked silently.

 

“Oh, I think you are clever enough to know that,” Veliro calmly answered. “After all you didn't refuse to go out with me.”

 

“It wasn't like that!” Kakarott protested.

 

“Oh, it wasn't?” Veliro chuckled, amused.

 

Kakarott blushed. “Well…”

 

“I have been courting you, and you responded. Don't give me that bullshit,” Veliro chuckled again. “Maybe only that fishing was pretty innocent, but you know yourself why you went with me all those other times.”

 

“You are Elite…” Kakarott muttered meekly, not having to say anything more.

 

“Didn't notice it would have disturbed you earlier…” Veliro smirked, amused. He felt much more relieved now. Kakarott wasn't trying to deny any of his statements. He read Kakarott right. And he was unbelievably glad of it.

 

“But…” Kakarott timidly looked at Veliro. He blushed fiercely when their eyes met.

 

“And it doesn't disturb ME,” Veliro seriously said. “It's true that it might cause a fuss, but I'm not afraid.” He couldn't have lied more: it would not only cause a fuss but also an unbelievable uproar. He was fucking afraid of that. He was afraid that if his father ever found out, he might execute Kakarott. Not might, he definitely would. He needed to keep this relationship secret until he had enough strength to oppose his father. He was putting Kakarott in danger, he was being selfish, he knew that and he had no justification for himself. He wanted Kakarott - that was the only thing he knew.

 

Veliro slowly let go of Kakarott's hand. Kakarott silently put the hammer on the anvil. He was still blushing fiercely.

 

“What now?” Kakarott looked at his feet that suddenly became very interesting.

 

“Well…” Veliro shrugged, “you could kiss me for a start.” He heartily laughed when Kakarott's widened eyes rose from Kakarott's feet and with a mild shock concentrated on his face. That's why he had followed Kakarott then and returned many times: Kakarott had that innocence nobody else had. All those boys and men he had ever met were rotten inside. They were smiling brightly to show their perfect white teeth, fluttering their long eyelashes at him to earn his benevolence and favor; they were calculating and cold. Some of them were really beautiful, smart and…stereotypical. His social environment rarely offered him an opportunity to meet someone different. He felt suppressed by this posturing. It was empty inside. Sometimes he wanted only to jump from his seat and run around screaming his head off for everyone to leave him alone, to fuck off. Sometimes he felt such an urge simply to blast everyone to hell that he was hardly even able to control his ki.

 

Kakarott didn't try to seduce him, Kakarott wasn't trying to bribe him, Kakarott didn't laugh if he thought that he had made a lousy joke, Kakarott was honest and honorable. Kakarott was a simple, sincere guy - something what was long forgotten in his environment. Simplicity wasn't a defect, it was a necessity. One never should get confused between these two terms: stupidity and simplicity. And although he rarely or never saw such persons like Kakarott, he could tell gold from ashes; he wasn't stupid after all. Kakarott didn't expect any favors from him. Kakarott didn't even know who he was. He was sure that Kakarott possibly would have reacted to him differently if he knew who he was. That's why he chose not to tell. He didn't want to ruin everything. He wanted Kakarott to know the real him, not that portrait everyone had in their heads. He wanted Kakarott to be relaxed around him, to get used to him. Later he hoped it wouldn't matter. It was such a paradox this time - he was worried about what Kakarott would think of him when he learns the truth. Usually it was the opposite.

 

Veliro smiled again. Kakarott wasn't going to kiss him. Kakarott was just blinking and blushing, staring at his feet again, and nothing more. Shy. Good. At least one of them was shy. Veliro smirked before leaning into Kakarott.

 

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Several days later they went for a spar. Veliro wanted to see how strong Kakarott was. He perfectly knew that Kakarott was much weaker than him, but he simply was interested. He didn't feel any disdain: `third-class- blood' flowing Kakarott's veins wasn't Kakarott's fault. It was nobody's fault. It was just a fact.

 

This time they chose a longer journey to a small village near Madar (the city where Kakarott lived). Veliro was careful not to attract any attention. Kakarott still didn't suspect who he was, but he was afraid that someone else might recognize him. And if there was talk, his father might become interested. Small villages or isolated localities were the best choice for now. People in small villages didn't care about celebrities, or if they cared they didn't have a clue how one looked. They cared more about what to give their children to eat and where to get more wood planks for the roof that was starting to sink in.

 

When they reached the place it was almost evening already. Kakarott was busy today, and they were able to set off only after he'd finished, and the flight itself took a great deal of time. Kakarott chose the place. If not for Kakarott Veliro would not even have an idea as to which side of the planet this village was on. Kakarott didn't quite understand why Veliro was trying to keep things quiet at such a level, but didn't say anything. It wasn't so uncommon for Elite's and person's of a lower class to be a pair. It wasn't laudable or likeable, but it wasn't something so dreadful that everybody would start hunting them. There always were some incidents, but nothing extraordinary. As far as Kakarott understood Veliro was afraid of his father. Veliro didn't talk about his family or home at all. Kakarott found that a bit strange, but he didn't question; if Veliro wanted, he would tell. But Kakarott did have some suspicion that Veliro was simply ashamed of him.

 

The field was big. There hardly was any grass covering it, mostly there were big holes that had been made by training Saiyans. The field was in the middle of the forest, and the closest trees were poor and scorched.

 

Veliro looked around before landing but didn't notice anything suspicious. Kakarott landed next to Veliro. Veliro observed Kakarott. As he didn't plan any serious spar they weren't wearing armors. Kakarott told Veliro that when Radditz was around and he had more free time, he trained quite a lot. Kakarott said that he was quite good. Veliro knew that though Kakarott was telling the truth, this truth probably had two different perspectives. Veliro himself loved and enjoyed fighting and spars. He felt quite sad that he would never be able to relax fully around Kakarott while sparring being careful not to hurt Kakarott.

 

“Okay, it's darkening already, no time to waste,” Veliro motioned for Kakarott, deciding to skip all the stretching and preparations. “Attack me.”

 

Kakarott hesitated a bit but then shrugged. “Okay.”

 

Veliro learned that sometimes the truth was simply the truth, regardless of viewpoint and perspective.

 

Veliro pressed his fingers to his bleeding nose. For some time he stared at Kakarott, who was apologizing. “Shut up,” Veliro carefully pinched his nose still staring at Kakarott wide-eyed. “I didn't see you move.”

 

“I'm so sorry,” Kakarott regretfully fidgeted with his hands. “I didn't think that… I'm sorry.”

 

“Oh, will you shut up!” Veliro glared at him. He wiped the blood away. His father was definitely going to ask who managed to do that to him, but actually now, at this moment, he didn't care. He was too excited. He moved into his fighting stance. This time he was going to take this much more seriously. “Again.”

 

Veliro blocked Kakarott's punch, that this time was directed to his left eye. He tried to hit Kakarott back but was blocked. Now Veliro was not only excited but a great deal confused too. That had never happened to him before. Neither the block, nor the confusion.

 

The spar soon turned into a fierce battle. Veliro was regretting that they didn't take armor. He was much stronger and more skilled than Kakarott, but actually Kakarott had greatly surprised him. That was inconceivable, but true. He had the best trainers on Vegetasei, he spent unbelievable amounts of time training, and Kakarott, a third-class, had proven to him that an inborn gift was much more important. He perfectly realized that if Kakarott had had the same opportunities, comfort and convenience he had, he probably would hardly be able to scratch Kakarott.

 

Kakarott ducked to avoid Veliro's foot that was directed to his head and swept Veliro off his feet. But before Kakarott could have taken hold of Veliro, Veliro rolled to the side and jumped back to his feet. Kakarott got a kick to his side and was painfully tossed several meters away on the ground. While Kakarott was trying to regain his bearings, Veliro moved to Kakarott's side. Kakarott grunted in pain when Veliro trussed his arm behind his back and pressed him into the hard ground. The fight was over.

 

Veliro released Kakarott and sat next to him. Kakarott slowly got up. He rubbed his aching arm. Kakarott was bloody and beaten but happy. Last time he had so much fun was before Radditz left. The spar was short, and Veliro clearly had the upper hand, but it was fun. Kakarott sat down too. He perused his torn clothes. He'd have to buy something new tomorrow. He looked then at a silent Veliro who hadn't said a word in all this time.

 

“Oh, well, don't be sad. We already knew that I wasn't good enough for you to fight me with all your might.” Kakarott sighed regretfully.

 

Veliro looked at Kakarott. “I HAVE BEEN fighting you with all of my might.”

 

Kakarott stared at him for some time. “Oh.”

 

TBC

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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