Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Persistence ❯ Part 7 ( Chapter 7 )

Hello, NewFan! Glad I got you interested.

Yeah, everything is a mess right now. Veliro…well, he got mixed in when Vegeta “borrowed” his name and told it to Kakarott. And how he got mixed up in further… Well, he just happened in the wrong place, at the wrong time. Though, I am not so sure if he thinks like that.

 

Hello, LadyKATT! Well, Kakarott needs stability and understanding; he chooses what is at hand. And the Prince… The fate can be a cruel bitch.

 

 

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 7

 

He stood there staring at them completely stunned. The four were staring back at him. Three of the men were guards - they all wore uniforms. He could see the pleading look Veliro was giving him. Veliro kept struggling, but they were Elites. Veliro was helpless.

 

“Get him!”

 

Fuck. Three Elites. Maybe he wasn't too bad, but against three Elites that held a hostage in their arms… But there was no other option.

 

He powered up as much as he was able to and sent the first one, who was advancing on him, straight through the opposite wall with his blast. He could see that Veliro was trying to get free, which now seemed more successful. But then he saw one of the two grab Veliro's tail, and there was an agonizing scream when the tail was bent at an impossible angle and he heard the sound of something snapping. The two now left Veliro's body unmoving and unresisting and were advancing on him.

 

He was angry, very angry. He was mad with rage when they attacked him. They made a mistake leaving an unconscious Veliro behind them. Now they were an easy target. He didn't need to be careful.

 

He ducked to avoid a punch then sent his own fist into the man's stomach, which doubled him over. He was sure that he had severely bruised something inside. And he was happy about it. He would have done even more damage, he would have killed the bastard, if not the fact that he was still being attacked by the second one, and besides from the corner of his eye, he noticed his first attacker, whom he had sent through the wall earlier, enter the corridor through the hole. He let the doubled over bastard fall to the ground.

 

He easily avoided the second man by jumping to the side. While the dumbfounded man stumbled past him, he quickly lashed out with his arm and hit his attacker in the back of his neck. He didn't see any reason to spare his strength and was rewarded with the man falling to the ground like a felled tree.

 

The third one, who finally covered those several meters from the hole in the wall towards Kakarott, wasn't so sure anymore that the best way out of this situation was to attack Kakarott. Besides, he could hear other guards running upstairs.

 

Kakarott faltered seeing guards spilling into the corridor. He wasn't very sure as to how it all looked. True, he didn't look very dangerous with that blue towel around his waist, but he just manhandled two guards, two Elites. He was just a third-class, since the white streak now was completely washed out of his tail. And the third one, that bastard, who unfortunately, was still able to talk, was shouting at the guards that he had attacked them. Considering all the facts - he was dead.

 

Kakarott readied himself for the last fight of his life.

 

There was a swish of air and Kakarott hit the wall with his back. The impact made him dizzy for a few seconds, but after the fog in his head cleared away he saw the prince's face in front of him. The prince's eyes were very cold.

 

“What happened?” the prince hissed through his teeth while holding Kakarott by his neck with his back flattened to the wall.

 

“They attacked me. He was helping me.”

 

The prince turned his head to the side to look at Veliro, who was trying to get up. The prince took in Veliro's appearance: most of Veliro's clothes were shredded and hanging in bits from Veliro's body; Veliro's tail even brought a flinch to the prince; and, after sniffing he scented several recent arousal scents. He looked at Veliro, who again tried to get up but just winced and gave up. Veliro carefully sat up on the floor after it was too painful to try anything else.

 

The prince turned back to Kakarott. He could see a relieved look on Kakarott's face. “Is it true?” the prince asked Kakarott.

 

“What do you think?” Kakarott grit his teeth.

 

“I think that if you don't answer now, I'm going to kill you,” the prince said very seriously. “Now, what happened here?”

 

Kakarott gave a low threatening growl then locked his eyes with the prince's. “What happened is this: I heard someone shouting for help and I chose to assist. These three men,” Kakarott wanted to motion with his head, but refused the thought because Vegeta's fingers were bruising his neck badly, “have been trying to rape Veliro.” Kakarott grit his teeth in anger again. “But I'm sure you know that. Tell me what did Veliro do wrong? Did they ask you to give Veliro to them, or did you offer him as a reward for something?”

 

He punched Kakarott. Gave a good measured punch to shut his stupid mouth up. Whatever Kakarott was thinking of him - this was complete bullshit. “Say something like that again, and I'll wring your stupid neck,” he hissed at Kakarott's bleeding face.

 

The prince turned back to the guards. “Take them away,” he motioned to the three men.

 

“Your Highness,” the third man panicked, “who do you believe? - Your faithful servants or some half-breed third-class…?”

 

Those words were the last ones the man uttered before the prince blasted him.

 

The prince turned back to the guards. “I don't think I need comment on that question, do I?” he calmly said. “Now, if I ever hear such remarks about lower classes again…well…you saw the example,” he admonished the guards. “If any of you even think about touching either Veliro or Kakarott again, I promise that the fate of that person is going to be even worse than that of that liar.”

 

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Kakarott stood in the bathroom washing his face. His nose had finally stopped bleeding, and Kakarott was considering that he should wear something more than just that towel around his waist.

 

Kakarott went into the room. He hadn't many clothes: several pairs of sweatpants, shirts and boots. He picked up a white shirt and a pair of blue sweatpants. He hardly wore boots while in the room.

 

Soon after he finished dressing, there was a knock on the door.

 

“Come in,” Kakarott turned to the door. For a moment he thought about how much meaning his words carried - he could bet that if he denied entry, no one would care either way.

 

“Hey,” Veliro entered the room. “I…I just wanted to thank you… err…”

 

Kakarott sighed. He looked at Veliro's tail. It had been bandaged. Veliro probably tried bandaging it himself, because the bandages were already loose; it's hard to bandage something behind your back. “Come here,” he motioned to Veliro. “I'll show you how it's done.” He rolled his eyes after Veliro hesitated and blushed a little. “It might hurt, but it's going to heal much faster. Come,” he motioned again.

 

Veliro trudged closer and sat upon the bed. He hesitated a bit, but then carefully uncoiled his tail with his hands from his waist and laid it on the bed where Kakarott had good access to it.

 

“You should have gone to a doctor or something…” Kakarott sat down next to him and began slowly and carefully unwrapping bandages.

 

“Do you know how much they charge?” Veliro snorted then flinched and braced himself when Kakarott had to peel the bandage that was stuck on the fur.

 

“Why didn't anyone in the kitchen help you with your tail?” Kakarott wondered. He was aware that Veliro's cheeks were beginning to blush even more while he was nursing Veliro's tail.

 

“My friends are already away, and I'd rather die before asking these morons for help!” Veliro scowled.

 

“Ah,” Kakarott said. “Why?” He gently ruffled with his fingers through the fur trying to discern broken bones. The tail was broken in only one place. He began to wrap the bandages back.

 

“See those guards? All here are pretty much like that,” Veliro muttered. “Castle life spoils almost everyone.”

 

“So why are you staying here?”

 

Veliro turned his face away from Kakarott. “I don't have anywhere else to go. My younger brothers wouldn't have food to eat if not for this work.”

 

Kakarott silently continued to bandage the tail. “This wasn't the first time, was it?” he silently asked.

 

Veliro stared outside the window. “No,” he finally said.

 

Kakarott grit his teeth. “How many times?”

 

Veliro snorted. “Stop it. I don't need your pity.”

 

“But you need help,” Kakarott finished bandaging Veliro's tail. “It should heal correctly now.” He watched Veliro carefully wrap the tail around his waist. “Does the Prince have anything to do with this mess?”

 

“No, I'm sure of that, no,” Veliro shook his head. “And you shouldn't argue with him like that. Believe me, you really don't want to piss him off…”

 

“Piss him off?” Kakarott laughed. “A bit too late,” he touched his nose and bruises on his neck. “He detests me, but that's no big deal - the feeling is mutual,” he shrugged.

 

Veliro looked at him for some time then smiled. “Detests you?” Veliro laughed. He wasn't sure about what the Prince felt for Kakarott, but he was sure that it was not hatred. “These marks…” he motioned to Kakarott's face. “Had someone else been there instead of you, he would have killed first and then tried to clear the situation up. And the things you said and did… Do you realize that you could have been executed for simply growling at him? He's the Prince, Kakarott. You just don't seem to get it. He's the Prince, but for some reason he's walking on eggshells around you, asking for and listening to your every word and wish. Did you know the five days you were comatose he was at your side the entire time? And that after you awakened he spent the next few days inquiring as to your health and monitored what and how much you ate?”

 

“He's playing at something. I still don't know what, but I'll figure out,” Kakarott seriously nodded. “There's something he wants, but I still can't figure out what that something is and how he's going to obtain it.”

 

Veliro just shrugged. He knew when to give up - if he pressed the matter further, Kakarott might think that he had sided with the `evil' prince. He wasn't sure what the hell was going on between the Prince and Kakarott, but the Prince didn't hate Kakarott, the Prince cared too much about Kakarott - he could see that in the Prince's eyes when he looked at Kakarott. He could hear warm and sad notes when the Prince spoke about Kakarott. He wasn't sure if he should mention that to Kakarott, because Kakarott clearly didn't feel the same for the Prince, and it might have only made matters worse. Something was preventing Kakarott from seeing the clearer picture.

 

“Anyway,” Veliro said, “why are you locked in?”

 

Kakarott shook his head. “You don't want to know.”

 

“Is it because the Prince knows that you are the guy that killed the governor in Madar?” Veliro met Kakarott's eyes.

 

Kakarott stared back at Veliro. “H-how do you know?”

 

“News spreads fast,” Veliro shrugged, teasing Kakarott a bit. “Especially when there's a very good description given by the guards. And when certain friends of yours try to get some news about you.”

 

“News spreads fast?” Kakarott shook his head. “Who contacted you?”

 

Veliro chuckled. “I don't know his name, but the guy is really something - big, tall and good looking. He simply walked over to me while I was in the market and asked if I'd recently seen someone named Kakarott inside the castle. His dialect is the same as yours: Madaran. And he had a very large knife in his pocket, and was scrutinizing our surroundings the entire time for anything suspicious. So I decided that he was one of the rebels, which meant that you are too. I just checked the most recent events in Madar, and there you go - someone, looking exactly like you, killed the governor. Having in mind what you demonstrated today for those Elites…”

 

Kakarott groaned. “Damaro. I told him not to look for me if anything went wrong!”

 

“Didn't let that bother him,” Veliro chuckled. “He was very worried about you…”

 

“What did you tell him?” Kakarott sighed, thinking that after he goes back - if he gets back - he was going to have a small chat with Damaro.

 

Veliro chuckled. “I told him that you mated one of the guards and aren't going back and are sending a message to live together with the Elites peacefully.”

 

“What?!”

 

Veliro burst out laughing. “Exactly. You should have seen his face! I don't know about the rest, but after I mentioned the mating he almost fainted and then threw such a fit…” Veliro then stopped laughing and rubbed his head. “Though he almost killed me. Not the kind of person to understand jokes…”

 

Kakarott just sighed. “Yeah, Damaro can overreact to things sometimes. Don't do that again.”

 

“Tell me about it,” Veliro agreed. “He's damn strong, after he almost broke my arm I told him everything he wanted.”

 

“Good,” Kakarott laughed. “Serves you right.”

 

Veliro shrugged. “Good that he stumbled into me, otherwise he'd be dead now.”

 

Kakarott chuckled. “Oh, you underestimate him. He has a perfect sense of people approaching. If he thought for at least a moment that you might sell out or betray him, you never would have seen him.

 

“So what did he say?” Kakarott leaned on the headboard, making Veliro bounce. “Sorry,” he apologized when Veliro winced as the sudden movement caused pain in his tail. “And when have you seen him?”

 

“Which time?” Veliro sighed.

 

“Don't tell me it was more than once…” Kakarott moaned. “He's going to get caught!”

 

“I've met him four times overall. He asks how you are doing and if you need anything. Last time I saw him was yesterday.”

 

“Why didn't you tell me earlier?” Kakarott looked at Veliro a bit unfriendly.

 

Veliro shrugged. “He told me not to. Said that it's better that you should calmly sit and enjoy your rest.”

 

Kakarott was silent for a few moments. “Damn him, he's up to something. I just hope he's not going to assault the castle!”

 

Veliro blinked. “Is that possible?”

 

“With Damaro one never knows…” Kakarott sighed. “No, he wouldn't. It would be insanity. We don't even belong to any other rebel group. We don't have enough men. Unless we unite… But Damaro would sooner cut his own throat. And me to.”

 

“Why? I always thought that your groups were organized …” Veliro scratched his chin.

 

Kakarott rolled his eyes. “Have you ever heard what motivates the second class? - They want to kill all Elites and take their place. Well, of course they don't say that exactly, but one has to be completely dense not understand that after five minutes of listening to those speeches. Like we need someone to replace Elites! When I find the leader of that particular group…” Kakarott rubbed his hands, meaningfully. “He'll stop poisoning minds.”

 

“I'm second class,” Veliro grinned. “Aren't you afraid that I can blurt everything out? You know - to think that everyone who doesn't have that white streak on the tail is a friend, is very dangerous…”

 

Kakarott chuckled. “And should I be afraid?” He reached out to run his fingers over Veliro's tail tip.

 

Veliro at first shivered then purred. “That depends…” He turned to face Kakarott, “Is Damaro your lover?”

 

Kakarott softly laughed. He leaned closer to Veliro. “Jealous already? And what if he is…?” he leaned down even more and claimed Veliro's lips.

 

Veliro turned away, not letting Kakarott kiss him fully. “Then I'll go away,” he calmly turned back to face Kakarott again.

 

Kakarott smiled at him. “There's nothing serious between us. We just do that from time to time…”

 

“You mean fuck each other?” Veliro smirked, already leaning back to Kakarott.

 

Kakarott frowned at him. “I don't like to call it like that…”

 

“No,” Veliro laughed, “you won't, will you?”

 

“Well, I'm only a convenient fuck for Damaro, but I don't call him that…” Kakarott leaned back on the headboard.

 

Veliro frowned. “So you do want something more serious?”

 

Kakarott laughed. “With Damaro? I would be a complete idiot if I wanted that with Damaro. He's never had relationship that's lasted longer than two days. He just doesn't get attached.”

 

“He seemed quite attached to me,” Veliro muttered.

 

“Stop that,” Kakarott smiled. “We've just been working for quite long time together. We are a good team.”

 

“Well, now you've really made me jealous,” Veliro scrunched his nose demonstratively.

 

“Did I?” Kakarott laughed at the display. “Would a kiss make you feel better?”

 

“Only one?” Veliro snickered, smiling.

 

“Greedy, aren't you…” Kakarott teased.

 

“Shut up and finally do something,” Veliro rolled his eyes, pretending to be bored.

 

“Eager…” Kakarott grinned before shifting and leaning to kiss Veliro. When Veliro went with him and began to answer his kiss, he cupped Veliro's head in his palms to get more control and make the kiss more intense. Veliro was a good kisser. Not as good as Damaro, but good anyway. He moaned into Veliro's mouth when Veliro ran his hand over his side to his backside and squeezed lightly.

 

“And I was wondering how long it would take for you to read my signals…” Veliro chuckled after they broke the kiss for more air. He circled his hand over Kakarott's back.

 

Kakarott felt himself blushing faintly. “I wasn't sure if it was your normal behavior, or if you really liked me.”

 

Veliro laughed heartily. “No, it's not my normal behavior, usually I don't try to seduce guys that are locked up for murder…” He then shrugged. “And good riddance, by the way - the bastard asked for it.”

 

“Could we concentrate on something else?” Kakarott purred, pressing himself to Veliro and pushing him with his body down onto the bed. He felt Veliro relax and go down with the move. Kakarott carefully unwrapped Veliro's tail from his waist. He brushed over the fur with his fingers before gently putting it beside Veliro then leaned over Veliro to kiss him again.

 

Veliro's hands entangled in his hair, then one of them slid down his back to his waist and then under his shirt to make several small circles over his bare chest. Then it settled back on his waist.

 

His budding arousal intensified and more and more as he listened to the wet smacking sounds their kisses created. He grew hotter with Veliro's knowledgeable hands wandering all over his body.

 

Kakarott leaned back to get some space between him and Veliro to pull Veliro's shirt off over his head. He tossed the shirt onto the chair that was standing near the bed. Kakarott brushed his palm over Veliro's now bare chest then leaned down to capture one nipple between his teeth. He heard Veliro gasp and at the same time Veliro's whole body jerked underneath him. Kakarott tried a different approach: he let go of the nipple and gently licked at it. He circled his tongue around the nipple, feeling Veliro's hands entangle in his hair and ask for more.

 

After a few more caresses Kakarott noticed Veliro's scent progressively switch from lightly excited to highly aroused. His own scent was mixing with Veliro's and creating a combination that was making him even more aroused and needy. By the hard rising in Veliro's pants he could tell that Veliro's need was matching his.

 

It was different. Damaro was always much more aggressive and dominant during coupling than him. Veliro was gentle, attentive and submissive.

 

He fidgeted with Veliro's trousers for some time, but didn't quite manage to figure out how to get rid of them without causing pain for Veliro.

 

“Just tear them off,” Veliro impatiently ground his hips into Kakarott's after noticing what the problem was. “First take the lube from the pocket.”

 

Kakarott did as told and then found the small hole in the pants through which the tail was protruding and tugged at it, making the fabric tear all the way to Veliro's waist. He carefully removed the pants then repeated the same procedure with Veliro's boxers, exposing Veliro's needy and upright arousal to the room air.

 

They both needed it. He wasn't very sure if Veliro expected something more from this, but now he wasn't going to ponder on that. It was a good two months since he last saw Damaro, and his body wasn't going to wait any longer. He quickly removed his own sweatpants and underwear, and grabbed the lube. He squeezed a good amount on his fingers and positioned himself between Veliro's thighs, and, after Veliro spread them further, he pressed his fingers inside. He lubed and stretched then began rhythmically moving his fingers in and out, wanting Veliro to adjust. After Veliro began to move in tune and gasped several times when his fingers hit over the spot, he decided that they both were more than ready. He removed his fingers, pulled Veliro a bit lower to get better access and positioned himself.

 

He felt Veliro's breathing hitch, while he was sheathing himself inside, and Veliro's nails painfully dug into his shoulders. He heard Veliro deeply exhale after he was fully sheathed. He reached between them and began stroke Veliro. Soon he had Veliro purring and moaning again.

 

He had never been on top before. For a moment there he wondered if Veliro was able to tell that.

 

Kakarott left Veliro's arousal and leaned his full weight upon Veliro. He began to thrust, at first gently then with growing passion and strength. He was getting hot, very hot. He tried to stay as silent as possible, but he never was silent during couplings. Damaro even laughed at him several times because of that.

 

Kakarott panted in Veliro's shoulder crook while his hips were moving at a faster and faster pace. He listened to the small needy sounds that were leaving Veliro's mouth. He wanted to make Veliro more responsive and louder. He thrust harder, still being aware not to hurt Veliro. He felt Veliro shift a bit and then Veliro wrapped his legs around his sides and waist. He moved onto his knees, bringing Veliro's lower half with him on his lap. Holding Veliro by his waist, he completely took over.

 

Now Veliro was groaning loudly and arching at each thrust while Kakarott was pushing him up and down his length. Kakarott felt himself being completely out of breath and burning with need.

 

Finally he felt Veliro's legs dig into his sides and then Veliro tensed and arched from the bed. Kakarott moaned at the pleasant display and even more pleasant feeling when Veliro's spasming muscles clenched around his shaft.

 

Kakarott groaned loudly in unbelievable pleasure, arched and then all his muscles locked into steel. He heard himself shout, after a while felt himself spilling into Veliro and after a moment more he just collapsed on top of Veliro when he couldn't hold his muscles clenched any longer.

 

They panted loudly while lying in a tumble of limbs. Kakarott was first to regain his breath. He gently nuzzled Veliro's neck then rolled off him and, avoiding lying on Veliro's broken tail, lay down beside Veliro. He carefully pulled Veliro closer to him, nestled next to his side and, after his heartbeat calmed down a bit, dozed away.

 

TBC

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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