Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Persistence ❯ Part 6 ( Chapter 6 )

Hello, LadyKATT! Thanks for your review!

 

Hello, NewFan! Glad you liked. Well, we are almost halfway through the story, but there are still many things to come. Hope you'll like this chapter.

 

Sure, I always loved combining humor and hmm…angst? Somehow…makes it interesting. There's hardly a situation where one couldn't see a funny side ^_~

 

 

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

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

 

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

 

Part 6

 

“You are half-naked again,” the servant pointed out, after he came back for the empty tray after an hour.

 

“Better not start,” Kakarott seriously shook his head at the servant. He adjusted his towel better. “I just forgot about it.”

 

“Oh, well, no bother, you look nice anyway,” the servant winked at Kakarott.

 

Kakarott's brows rose. “You said that I'm ugly.”

 

The servant waved off. “I was just a bit ashamed and a bit angry.” He went to the table for the tray that was piled up with empty plates.

 

Kakarott scratched his head. “Alright,” he shrugged then.

 

“Actually why are you locked?” the servant asked. “The Prince has neither locked his lovers before… nor did he ever tell me to watch out for them…”

 

Kakarott blushed. “I'm not his lover.” Kakarott fell silent then. Now he knew why the servant thought that he had been flirting with him - the servant thought that the Prince had brought him in as a prostitute to the castle.

 

Kakarott scratched his cheek, blushing even more. He was sure that the servant was waiting for some hot information to gossip about. The staff everywhere loved gossip. But he was not going to give any information. He was quite surprised that the prince didn't warn or said more to the servant except for not turning his back to him. Either the prince was impatient to get rid of the servant, or, again, - the prince trusted his honor. In the latter case it wasn't a very wise move.

 

The servant smiled after Kakarott didn't say anything. “Okay,” he shrugged. “I'm Veliro,” he stretched out his hand to Kakarott.

 

The next second Veliro painfully hit the wall with his back. He tried to pry Kakarott's hands away from his throat but it was no use. Kakarott was much stronger than him.

 

“I'll show you how to mock me!” Kakarott hissed in fury. He pressed firmer. He growled enraged when he felt someone trying to peel him off the servant. “I'll fucking kill you!” Kakarott tried to swat that someone away, but suddenly he was dragged away from the servant and pushed down on his stomach with his hand painfully trussed up behind his back. He angrily growled at the white carpet while trying to wiggle out from the grasp, but it was impossible.

 

“What the heck happened?” the prince pressed Kakarott firmer to the ground when Kakarott hissed in fury at his voice.

 

The servant was pressing his hand to his neck and staring in shock at Kakarott who was writhing on the carpet. The servant frantically rubbed his neck.

 

“Speak to me!” the prince thundered, making the servant snap out of his shock with a start. The prince could see that at his loud voice Kakarott was going crazy. He layover Kakarott just to be sure Kakarott wouldn't escape while in this state.

 

“I…I don't know…I just told my name and h-,” the servant stammered, observing Kakarott with fearful eyes.

 

“Idiot!” the prince cursed. “I told you not to do that! Get out of here!” he motioned with his head to the door for Veliro. “Move!” he cursed again.

 

Kakarott was growling and hissing loudly while trying to break free from the grasp. The name, the voice, the scent: were driving him crazy. He wanted to kill. He wanted to kill `Veliro'. He needed to kill `Veliro'.

 

“Kakarott, calm down,” the prince leaned closer to Kakarott's ear after Veliro left. But he could see that the sound of his voice was only triggering Kakarott more. The prince then decided simply to wait until Kakarott calmed down by himself. He noticed that Kakarott quieted a bit after he leaned a little away from Kakarott to give him some room. Kakarott was reacting not only to his voice but also to his scent.

 

It took five good minutes for Kakarott to get a grip on himself. And even that was only partly.

 

The prince stared at Kakarott's shaking shoulders. Soon Kakarott's cry turned into sobs. He just stared at Kakarott's bare and shaking back not sure what to do. He had loosened his grip but was afraid to completely let go of Kakarott. He wanted to soothe Kakarott, to say something comforting, but was afraid to say a word or touch Kakarott. He wanted to cradle Kakarott in his arms and press him to his chest telling him that everything was going to be alright, that it had been a misunderstanding, that it was none of their fault, that they can forget those nine years and just continue where they left off, he wanted to say that it didn't matter what happened in those nine years, but he knew that it would be a lie. It all mattered. It mattered for him, and it mattered for Kakarott.

 

The prince felt Kakarott completely stop struggling and then Kakarott simply lay unmoving under him on the carpet, his cheek pressed into the fluffy material. The prince let go of Kakarott and retreated a bit. “It's his real name,” the prince softly said. “I just `borrowed' it - it was the first name that crossed my mind. He used to play near the castle then...” the prince trailed off seeing that Kakarott didn't react to him in any way.

 

At first he wanted to kill, to scream, to shout and to kill. Now he didn't want anything else, only for everyone to leave him in peace. He was experiencing so many emotions at once that he wasn't able to tell what he felt. `Veliro' broke him again. And `Veliro' didn't even exist. He just wanted some peace. He just wanted for `it' to be gone. He just wanted his mind to be clean like it was before he ever met `Veliro'. He had been happy before he met him: he had a family (even if it was a strange family) and he had a profession that he loved and was proud of. Now he had nothing. Now he cared about nothing. After everyone died he cared about nothing, except finding and killing `Veliro'. He hardly even cared about other Elites. They simply linked him with `Veliro'. Probably if he killed `Veliro', he wouldn't care about them at all. That governor of Madar was a good riddance - the fucking bastard was a pedophile; he would have killed him Elite or third-class. There had been plenty complaints and nobody could do nothing. He could and he did. He was not proud of it, but he surely made Madar a better place for children.

 

The prince tentatively touched Kakarott's shoulder.

 

“Leave me alone, Prince. Leave me alone,” Kakarott groaned in defeat. He pressed himself even tighter to the carpet.

 

The prince drew himself up. He stood there faltering and unsure then nodded and quietly went to the door.

 

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The next morning the prince went to check on Kakarott. He had been very worried after yesterday's outburst. He was afraid that Kakarott might have done something to himself. If he had been able to ignore Kakarott's plea to be left alone, he definitely would have sent someone to watch over Kakarott.

 

He had suspected that Kakarott might not react very well to `Veliro's' name, but never had he imagined that Kakarott would freak out like that. Kakarott was mad - he almost killed the man. If the guards hadn't notified him about a sudden power boost, which was strictly forbidden in the castle, the servant would have been dead. Only because that power boost was much higher than average, they had decided to inform him, before sending the whole squad upstairs.

 

Kakarott had much more anger and hate left than he would have ever imagined. He knew Kakarott might be angry and upset if Kakarott thought that he left him, but this was exceeding all presumptions. The problem was that now Kakarott didn't have anyplace to direct this anger and hate. He could see that Kakarott believed him when he said that he had been looking for him, and that it was his father who was opposing their relationship and separated them.

 

The prince was relieved to hear Kakarott's voice, after he knocked at the door. He entered the room. The room was submerged in dusk; the curtains were shut and there was no light burning. Kakarott was half lying, half sitting on the bed while leaning on the headboard. Kakarott raised his head to look at him.

 

“Hello,” the prince said.

 

“Good morning, your highness.”

 

The prince sighed, pushed the chair closer to Kakarott's bed and sat up. “You can call me Vegeta.”

 

Kakarott didn't answer anything. He would have preferred `prince' to `Vegeta'. “Tell Veliro that I'm sorry for attacking him,” Kakarott asked.

 

“I'll send him up,” Vegeta shrugged.

 

“Better not,” Kakarott softly advised. He wasn't very sure of himself. Despite now regretting his outburst, he wasn't sure how he would react if he saw Veliro again. Maybe he wouldn't react at all, but he just didn't want the risk.

 

“I'll send him up,” the prince didn't concede. “You need to deal with this.” At first Kakarott bared his canines at him, but then just nodded giving in and leaned back on the headboard. Everything about Kakarott was screaming defeat. Actually Kakarott looked ill. Even in that poor light he could see black circles under Kakarott's eyes and unhealthy skin pallor. “Do you feel okay?” he asked. Kakarott gave him a slightly confused look then nodded. “Are you hungry?” He could send someone with food. Kakarott quickly shook his head. He could see that Kakarott couldn't wait for him to get out of the room. Kakarott wasn't nervous - he simply didn't want to speak with him. Kakarott's tail tip with its half washed out white streak was rhythmically twitching on the sheet beside Kakarott.

 

Now no one would ever mistake that white streak as real.

 

Kakarott's tail always had been beautiful. He liked it very much back then, and now it was even more beautiful: earlier light brown fur had been adorned by rich brown-reddish color that indicated maturity and good health. Now the tail was longer and fluffier. By all beauty standards it was a tail to be envied and admired. Maybe even in the circle of Elites, where the necessary accent was a rich streak of white on the tip. He himself had seen such a healthy reddish color only a few times.

 

The prince snapped out of his thoughts at the quick disappearance of Kakarott's tail and a loud growl. His eyes rose from Kakarott's tail to Kakarott's face. Despite the prince suddenly feeling very worried, his face flushed. If Kakarott had been a female, this situation would amount to him checking out her breasts. In worst case the prince most likely would have earned only a slap in his face or a glare. In Kakarott's case there would have been a good measured punch. If only Kakarott weren't so messed up and didn't know that the prince was much stronger than him; Kakarott was sure that his punch would be answered with quick and sure death.

 

Kakarott had pressed himself into a corner between the bed and the wall and was looking at him with big eyes while growling threateningly. Kakarott wasn't angry. Kakarott was afraid. More than afraid. Kakarott was panicking. He had to say something or immediately leave the room or otherwise Kakarott was going to attack him.

 

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He felt so much relieved after the Prince left the room. He didn't like being in one room with the Prince. He wasn't sure what to expect. For a moment there he had been scared. After he heard Veliro mentioning about the Prince's lovers, several times a fearful thought crossed his mind: what if the Prince exactly that meant to do with him - make him a whore? What if the Prince was going to punish him like that? - The Prince told that he didn't want to kill him, but he didn't want to let him go either. The Prince could fuck, could mark him for all he wanted, and he wouldn't be able to do anything. Why the hell the Prince didn't leave him in peace? He was hanging about all the time hell knows wanting what.

 

Kakarott sat down on the brink of the bed. He hardly slept this night. And when he slept, he dreamt and then woke up again. He rarely had dreams, but when he had, he preferred not to; mostly he dreamt nightmares: about his son, about his brother, about his father, about `Veliro'. `Veliro' became something independent, something changing. `Veliro' always was evil in his dreams. At first it was Veliro/the Prince, later his face, his form shifted and merged and changed until in the end he hardly remembered how Veliro/the Prince looked like in reality. Sometimes he would see `Veliro' only as a black fog or simply transparent air and only when `Veliro' moved he was able to see that there was someone. `Veliro' hardly would do anything. Veliro would just hover like a bad spirit in the air, and his present itself was poisoning everything he did. In his dreams `Veliro' talked much. After several years he didn't remember how Veliro's/the Prince's voice sounded, but `Veliro' always was talking in a gruff mocking voice. `Veliro' always called him idiot and stupid for falling for his lies. And he knew `Veliro' was right, had been right - now `Veliro's' voice was quieted. It was not louder than a mouse's beeping. But he was scared: `Veliro' wasn't Veliro/the Prince anymore - it was completely independent creation of his mind that hardly had something to do with real Veliro/the Prince. Even when he finally knew what happened and simply forgave the Prince and didn't care anymore, didn't want to care anymore, he couldn't get rid of `Veliro'. `Veliro' didn't want to merge with his real shape, `Veliro' had quieted but he did not shut up. He was sure that with time he would manage to cope with all this, but now he was messed up and disturbed, and that Prince's `checking out' was not a reassuring thing…

 

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He wanted to see Kakarott. But there was no good reason for it. Almost a week had passed since Kakarott woke up from his coma and had been sitting locked in the room. He had heard that Kakarott did apologize to Veliro, and there was no trouble between the two anymore, so he didn't need to intervene again, and besides that he wasn't too sure about what to say to Kakarott. He knew what he wanted to say to Kakarott, but he knew too that it wouldn't be a good idea to express his thoughts. He hadn't seen Kakarott for several days now.

 

He had spoken with his father, the King. He apologized to his father. All those years he'd called his father a liar, a murderer. Of course, everything was true, but not in this particular case. His father even said that he would have killed Kakarott, after he'd seen what influence Kakarott had left on him, but the thing was that his father didn't manage to find Kakarott either. Kakarott was lucky in that case. Whatever the reason was for them to move out, it saved their lives. He didn't actually believe that Kakarott and his father had moved solely because Kakarott became depressed after being left. As far as he knew, Kakarott's father wasn't a very compassionate being.

 

He checked the files again. He'd been lying to Kakarott then - he knew who poisoned the fish at the party, and he had the person. Actually his father had that person. After several minutes alone with the king, the guy spilled everything: who sent him, his group leader, all the names, told everything and more. He also questioned the guy and obtained information on Kakarott. Now, when his father wasn't able to oppose him and knew that he very likely was going to die for a pompous gambit, he never cared or asked his father for permission, and his father didn't stick his nose into his business, except for those stupid parties, which actually were more for his father himself - and just like that the king has a better variety of `easy fucks'.

 

He found out that Kakarott wasn't called `Kakarott son of Bardock' anymore. Kakarott had a slightly different name. Now he was `Kakarott, son of Mirtis'. Kakarott had changed his name plenty times to adjust to a needed situation, this name was the most recent one by which his friends, if he had them, knew him. At first the name `Mirtis' didn't mean anything to him until he stumbled onto an old Saiyan dialect and region dictionary. Bardock, Kakarott's father was descended from a village in the east, far, far away in the very distant east. In that region they had several names for death. `Mirtis' was one of them. This death was associated with revenge. It was surely not death because of old age or some illness. It was brutal, painful and deserved death.

 

This was one of reasons why he wasn't sure as to what to say to Kakarott. Kakarott had changed so much from the last time he saw him. Of course, nine years had passed, but still… in comparison to `the old Kakarott'… There was hardly any innocence left in Kakarott's eyes. Hate and fear were the main emotions that he was able to read. Kakarott didn't exactly hate him, it was somehow confusing, but it was directed more at Kakarott's imagined `Veliro'. Kakarott hated `Veliro', but Kakarott was afraid of him, Vegeta.

 

But he still wanted to see Kakarott, to talk to him. He was thinking about Kakarott all the time. About how it had been and how it was now. He didn't like how it was now.

 

The Prince got up, left his room and headed to Kakarott. He knocked but no one answered. He became nervous; he was still a little afraid that Kakarott might think something silly, such as killing himself or something. The prince unlocked the door and entered and…saw Kakarott coming from the bathroom. That's why Kakarott hadn't heard the knock at the door.

 

Kakarott was shortly from the shower. Drops that were running down from Kakarott's dripping hair covered Kakarott's chest. Water was trickling down the powerful chest and stomach, some over the navel and was being sucked into a blue towel that was wrapped around Kakarott's waist. His eyes glued on Kakarott's tail with dark soaked fur that was loosely wrapped around the top of the towel. Something about wet tail… For a Saiyan wet tail fur always associated with sex. Nobody knew why - it rarely got wet, unless while washing oneself, but somehow while wet it would set fireworks in a healthy male's mind. Sexy. Very sexy and desirable.

 

He felt himself blushing after he realized that the display was arousing him. Kakarott was baring his canines at him again. It hadn't been a good idea to come here - now he felt utterly ashamed, flustered and stupid. Kakarott didn't like his `attention'. He needed to get away from here.

 

Kakarott was the only person that was able to make him feel like that. The only person whom he allowed to make him feel like that. The one person who had a right to make him feel like that, but even so it wasn't fair.

 

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After the prince was gone, Kakarott sat down on the bed. He gazed at the door for some time then began to dry his wet hair. He still was able to scent that faint arousal scent lingering in the air. Had he not known the Prince better, he would have thought that the prince suddenly became shy and ran away, but he was sure that the Prince was playing some game with him. He didn't know what game it was, and actually had no wish to find out. The royal games were deadly dangerous.

 

Kakarott hung the wet towel on the chair. He reached for his clothes that were on the bed, but then he heard someone's scream. It was not far away, probably in the same corridor where his room was. He didn't know the plan of the castle, but he got a glimpse several times when the door to his room was opened.

 

Kakarott stood still with his hand frozen reaching for his clothes. And then his doubts cleared - he heard the shout for help again. He didn't recognize the voice but that hardly mattered. The person sounded afraid and desperate.

 

Kakarott ran to the door. He was really grateful that the prince didn't put any ki restrains on him. The door was made from strong stuff and not everyone would have been able to break it. He was able to.

 

There was a loud explosion and after a second Kakarott shot through what was left of the door into the corridor. The scene that revealed itself before Kakarott's eyes stopped him in his tracks. Opposite him, in the long corridor, were four men. Kakarott didn't know who the other three were, but one of the four was Veliro. Veliro was pressed to the ground, with one of the men on top of him. Another was holding Veliro's hands, and the third was trying to cover Veliro's mouth with some cloth. Veliro was half naked.

 

TBC

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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