Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Persistence ❯ Part 5 ( Chapter 5 )

Hello, LadyKATT! Nah, it's not a plot to escape. Kakarott is in a real trouble. Read and you'll see ^_~

 

 

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

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

 

Persistence by chayron (lttomb@yahoo.com) (beta-read by achillona)

 

Part 5

 

He felt weak. Dizzy, sick and weak.

 

Kakarott emptied his stomach into the toilet again. Actually he only tried. It already had been empty hours ago.

 

Kakarott leaned on the wall and heaved for some time then leaned on the toilet as another spasm started again.

 

After some time he finally felt that it was more or less safe to go back to bed. Kakarott slowly pushed himself from the wall and stumbled back into the room. He had no idea what room it was and where he was. He felt so sick and cold that he hardly cared about anything at all. He just woke up here after the conversation with the Prince. He had no idea what happened and why he felt so sick.

 

Kakarott lay back in the bed, muffled himself under the covers and began to doze.

 

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It was another day. Well, he wasn't very sure, but it felt like another day. He had been sick most of the time yesterday then went to sleep, so it must be another day, because outside the sun was shining. He had checked his wristband but it was no use - for some reason the glass was smashed and the clock was standing on 11:47 all the time.

 

Kakarott was hungry. Hungry as hell.

 

Kakarott got up from his bed and walked across the room to the door. It was locked. He scowled at the lock for some time then went back to his bed.

 

He perused the room. It was a simple, small and clean room. One big barred window with blue curtains, one table, two chairs, a cute white carpet in the middle of the room and walls painted in light blue. And there was a small bathroom. It was light inside the room.

 

Kakarott looked at himself and only now realized that he was wearing only his boxers. He looked around but found no clothes.

 

He looked out the window and saw that he was in some castle - he was able to see big and dark towers out of the window. He had been transported. He didn't remember that. How much time passed?

 

Kakarott surveyed the towers and surroundings once again. There was a huge garden outside and three small ponds with some birds swimming in them. It was very beautiful.

 

He heard the key in the lock turn then someone stepped inside. He didn't need to turn around to see who it was - he knew.

 

“Enjoying the view?” the gruff voice asked.

 

“Actually yes,” Kakarott nodded. “It's very beautiful.”

 

“Maintaining this garden costs more money than all your city incomes combined.”

 

Kakarott snorted angrily.

 

“Oh stop that, Kakarott. I don't intend to argue with you,” the prince shook his head and walked closer to Kakarott.

 

“So what exactly do you intend to do?” Kakarott retreated further from Vegeta. Since he felt weak and a great deal unsteady he had no chance of resisting the prince.

 

“I'm not sure yet,” the prince admitted. He sat down on the chair not coming closer to Kakarott. He decided to change the subject. “How do you feel?”

 

“Hungry.” Kakarott suddenly blushed at his quick answer. He cursed himself.

 

“Alright,” the prince nodded with a faint smile on his lips, “the cooks will prepare something for you.” He didn't ask what Kakarott wanted - he remembered that Kakarott wasn't choosy when it concerned food. And he was glad to hear that Kakarott wanted to eat - it meant Kakarott has fully recovered. “You almost died.”

 

Kakarott blinked at the prince. “I simply fainted. I was sick. I think it was that kipper. I knew I shouldn't have eaten it.”

 

The prince shook his head. “The kipper was poisoned. There was someone else besides you in that party. Five of eight, who ate it, died.” He looked at Kakarott who was laughing. The prince chuckled too. “You should get organized one day, otherwise you are going to poison each other.”

 

Kakarott laughed again. “It was probably some novice. Why poison the fish if you can poison the punch that everyone is drinking…?”

 

“Yes, really. Like you tried.”

 

Kakarott shrugged. “Yeah.” But he didn't feel as comfortable as he tried to show.

 

“Have you seen someone familiar or do you suspect someone?” the prince asked.

 

“You think I'd tell you?”

 

“I don't think that you have much choice actually…” the prince looked Kakarott in the eye. “But actually I don't think that you saw anything suspicious either - otherwise you wouldn't have touched the food.”

 

“What are you going to do with me?”

 

“Well, I should hand you over to tribunal and they would behead you. It's simple with that matter. Or I could kill you now.”

 

“Will you?” Kakarott asked, even afraid to ask. He felt all the hair on his body rise up while waiting for the prince to answer.

 

The prince stared at him for a long time. “Do you think I want that? I believed that you were dead. I still searched for you even then. Now, when I finally find you, do you think I want to kill you?”

 

“It's not a rhetorical question?”

 

“Did it sound like it?”

 

“No.”

 

The prince was silent again for some time then spoke, “I know you need time to think, to rethink some things. But you are a murderer, Kakarott, I can't let you go, you know that. I don't know what you might be up to next. You are too dangerous to walk around. If it were anyone else, I'd kill him without a second thought, but because of all that stuff that happened, I feel like I owe you a great deal. I believe it might have something to do with how you chose to lead your life.”

 

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The Prince was right - all that `stuff', as he described, had much to do with how he chose to lead his life. Actually it defined everything. From the moment when he thought that Veliro had tricked and seduced him, from that moment when he realized that he was pregnant, he was ready to kill all Elites on the damn planet and beyond. It was such a pathetic and banal story, but it was his story, and he chose how to deal with it. By hating and killing. Veliro had been everything he ever hated and despised. In all Elites he was able to see a part of Veliro, the devious part that would plot all the time, the part that never cared about others, never had any respect for others, the part that wanted to humiliate and despise, the part that always looked down on others.

 

And now… Now he felt dizzy and disoriented, and it was not only because of that damn kipper. It was because all his belief based on `Veliro' had been wrong. He felt like he'd lost all touch with the firm ground. He wasn't sure what to do now. He wasn't sure of anything anymore.

 

There was a knock at the door. “Prince Vegeta's sent you sustenance.”

 

“Come in!” Kakarott excitedly shouted. He heard the key turn and the door opened to let in a servant that was wearing a blue-white uniform. Kakarott knew only one place that had servants who were wearing colors like this - the capital castle, the King's home. The Prince's home. The Prince either was not careful enough to keep him here, or the Prince trusted him too much. He hardly had any honor left; the Prince obviously didn't know that.

 

Kakarott watched the servant put the tray on the table. There was fruit, juice, cereal and several sandwiches.

 

The servant noticed a bit of disappointment in Kakarott's eyes. “The Prince warned not to eat too heavy and too much,” the servant said, taking in Kakarott's appearance.

 

Kakarott nodded then felt himself blush faintly and pulled the covers higher. He should ask for something to wear, but he was afraid that he might annoy the Prince. It was good that the Prince didn't kill him instantly; the royals never were known for patience. Only for lack of it.

 

The servant left the food on the table and left. Kakarott was aware that all that time while in the room the servant had never turned his back to him; the Prince wasn't so careless after all.

 

After he heard the door-lock click again, Kakarott immediately jumped to the table, grabbing the nearest sandwich. The sandwich was good. Without meat, but good anyway. He would have eaten his own sock and licked his fingers.

 

After Kakarott finally felt full, he felt sleepy again.

 

XXXXX

 

Kakarott shifted in his sleep then woke up. He blinked his sleepy eyes at the prince who was standing at the door. Kakarott shrank away and his forehead furrowed in effort to orient himself in place.

 

“Calm down,” the prince moved closer. “Sorry to wake you up. I didn't think that you would sleep more after that.”

 

Kakarott sat down in the bed still a bit dazed and yawning. “After what?”

 

“Well, you have been out for almost a week. I was sure you had enough rest…”

 

“A week?!” Kakarott startled. “I thought it was only one day…”

 

“One day…” the prince chuckled. “You are lucky to be alive at all. Medics were sure you were a dead man. They washed out your stomach, but you still remained in a coma for five days.”

 

Kakarott just stared at the prince. After some time he noticed that the prince was holding several towels, some shower tackle and clothes.

 

“Thought you could use a shower and such,” the prince shrugged after noticing his glance. He put everything on the table and sat down on the chair, opposite Kakarott.

 

“Tha…Thanks.” That was so weird. Never in a million years had he thought he would say that to `Veliro'. “Am I imprisoned?” That sounded much better.

 

The prince seemed to think. “Sort of,” finally he said. “I can't let you go, but I can't hand you over either.”

 

“Why did you save me at all? Not that I'm complaining,” he quickly added just in case. “But it would have been a perfect death - I tried to poison you and someone poisoned me. The perfect irony.”

 

“If I wanted to laugh, I would have left you to die. I have other things to do to amuse myself.”

 

They both were silent for some time. Kakarott was staring at the towels, and the prince was occupying himself with the view through the window.

 

“I need time to think,” Kakarott finally said.

 

“Now you will have plenty of time for that,” the prince said in a casual tone.

 

“Yeah,” Kakarott agreed.

 

“Why did you move out?” the prince asked, still looking through the window.

 

Kakarott shrugged. He fidgeted with his hands for some time. “As stated, I became a bit depressed after that. My father thought that the best thing would be a change of scenery.” He wasn't lying, but it hadn't been exactly like that. He had been depressed and devastated, true. But it was even worse when he realized that that roll on the grass left more than humiliation. `Veliro' left him pregnant. Then things got out of hand - everybody knew that he was seeing an Elite who made a runner. He became a laughingstock for everyone in Madar. He couldn't go anywhere without someone accompanying him. And even then he got beaten several times. After his father had enough of this, they moved out.

 

Now the prince was regretting that he had asked at all - he doubted that Kakarott realized it himself, but the other Saiyan was growling loudly, his canines bare, his tail lashing in frenzy. Kakarott was looking at him and past him - that's why he wasn't sure if Kakarott even realized his own agitation. Kakarott was submerged in his thoughts.

 

The prince decided that he should be moving. He stood up slowly. “Do you need anything?”

 

Kakarott snapped out of his thoughts. “No,” he shook his head. He needed only revenge. And even that was taken away from him. All those times he had been close to death or dying one thought had kept him alive - he wanted to find `Veliro'. To find and to kill. To show him that he didn't manage to break him. Of course it would have been a lie - `Veliro' did break him, broke him many times: when he left him, when he realized that he was pregnant, when he was holding his dead baby - but it was the only thing that kept him going, the only thing that kept him alive all those years. Revenge. He wanted it. He still wanted it. Wanted even knowing that `Veliro' had never existed. He didn't manage to live any other way anymore. `Veliro' or `Vegeta', it hardly mattered, he still wanted revenge.

 

XXXXX

 

It was probably the longest shower of his life. He never bothered to scrub his skin inch by inch earlier, but now it was the one occupation that he had left. This time he scrupulously soaped and washed every tiny piece of his skin with a blue sponge. Then, with the same tediousness, he shampooed and rinsed his hair.

 

Kakarott thoroughly dried himself with a towel. Before stepping out of the shower bath, he thought that actually he was lucky to have this nice room instead of a public bath somewhere in the prison, where sometimes, strange things could be influenced by soap.

 

There was a knock on the door. Kakarott quickly wrapped the towel around his waist and went into the room. It was the same servant he saw before. He was carrying the tray with food again. Kakarott felt that he had already begun to like the servant. Now he had more time and sense to observe the servant while that was crossing the room: it was a young man, probably not more than 23 years old. The servant was shorter than him, but not much, had spiky hair that reached his shoulders. The most memorable features were high cheekbones and big dark eyes. The man wasn't very beautiful or handsome, but there was something attractive about him.

 

“This time you get some meat,” the servant smiled, seeing Kakarott's eyes glued to the tray. He put the tray on the table with a small thud.

 

“Great,” Kakarott nodded, contently. “I think I can get used staying here.” Kakarott's eyes rose from the tray with steaming chicken. With a mild shock he realized that the servant was checking him out and didn't even try to conceal it. He gripped his towel firmer, feeling very uncomfortable. “Stop that.”

 

The servant raised his eyes to Kakarott's blushing face. The servant seemed to be surprised. “I thought you were flirting with me.”

 

Kakarott's wide eyes blinked then his face blushed even fiercer. “I'm just from the shower! It's not like I walk around like this all the time!”

 

“Well, you didn't have many clothes on the previous time either!” the servant got flustered and ashamed for misunderstanding the signals (or the lack of them) and decided that the best way out of this situation was an attack.

 

“Nobody gave them to me!”

 

“That's a lame excuse!”

 

“You think too highly of yourself!”

 

“I think too highly of myself?! You should be happy that I was checking you out, `cause you're ugly!”

 

“You are not a beauty yourself!” Now Kakarott was becoming red from anger.

 

“Bastard!” the servant snapped.

 

“Moron!”

 

“Id-”

 

“Shut the fuck up and get the hell out of here!” Kakarott growled.

 

“Make me!”

 

“I'll soooo make you…” Kakarott threateningly advanced to the servant who now wasn't very sure if it had been a good idea to try to cover up his lapse like that.

 

Seeing that Kakarott was pretty pissed off, besides, seeing that Kakarott was a great deal muscular and bigger than him, the servant began to retreat to the door. “I'…will come back for the tray later,” he stammered before shooting through the door.

 

“You forgot to lock the door, moron!” Kakarott shouted still steaming.

 

“Thank you!” There was a click.

 

Kakarott angrily stared at the door. After a few seconds he scratched the back of his head. Five seconds later he decided that he must be mad to get into an argument over such silly stuff. After half a minute, while happily munching his chicken with fries, he decided that the guy was quite handsome after all.

 

XXXXX

 

He was confused. A great deal. And he could see that the Prince was confused too. The Prince didn't know what to do with him. The Prince couldn't keep him in this room all the time. The Prince didn't want to kill him, but didn't want to let him go either. It seemed that the Prince had his conscience eating him all those years. That was good. If he finally concluded that he still needed to avenge the deaths of his son and father, it would be very easy. He could try to make the Prince both trust and relax around him. Every rebel would give anything to get this close to the royal family in order to strike a fatal blow. He had that opportunity. He had the perfect opportunity. But the thing was that he didn't know if he wanted to use that opportunity.

 

TBC

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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