Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Persistence ❯ Part 9 ( Chapter 9 )

Hello, NewFan! Well, that's true, Veliro will have to go if Vegeta wants to be with Kakarott. There's going to happen something which will give them another opportunity. It will be like an explosion in their relationship ^_~ This chapter isn't very funny either, but luckily no such stuff as it was in the previous chapter.

 

Hello, LadyKATT! Hope your daughter is okay. Few weeks seems to be serious.

Oh well, Kakarott won't tell Vegeta anything. He just won't.

 

Note: One a very kind girl drew a picture for me. It illustrates chapter 8. Check it out: http://marias17.deviantart.com/ The picture is called “Armor”. She has plenty of other nice and funny pics.

 

 

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

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

 

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

 

Part 9

 

It was dark outside. There was a loud rush of water heard everywhere.

 

Veliro turned between the sheets then brought his wristband closer to his eyes.

 

“Oh, fuck!” He jumped out of bed.

 

Kakarott sleepily blinked at the strange shifting in his bed. “Huh?” he questioningly raised his head at Veliro who was hurriedly pulling his boots on.

 

“I overslept,” Veliro cursed, already running to the door.

 

“Need some help?” Kakarott sleepily grinned.

 

“Shut up, or you can forget your breakfast,” Veliro shot through the door.

 

Kakarott chuckled and turned to his other side.

 

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The prince frowned as soon as he saw Veliro shoot out of Kakarott's room. Veliro was in a hurry - Veliro ran past him, not even noticing him.

 

He couldn't keep himself from sniffing the air once Veliro was out of sight. No, there wasn't a sex scent. He could smell Kakarott's presence in the remnants of Veliro's scent, but no sex. And there was a distinctive scent of…tears. Tears? Kakarott's tears. Why was Kakarott crying? Did Veliro do something?! Why was Veliro running?!

 

The prince quickly went to Kakarott's door. After knocking and hearing a drowsy response, he entered. It was dark in the room - from the very morning it was heavily raining, and besides, the curtains in the room were drawn. There was Veliro and Kakarott's scents' mixed in the air, and the tear scent was much stronger.

 

Kakarott sat up in bed. “Your Highness?” he blinked, surprised. His sleepy head turned to follow the prince who went to the window and began opening the curtains.

 

“You can call me Vegeta,” the prince said almost automatically. He turned back to observe Kakarott who didn't say anything.

 

“Did something happen?” Kakarott asked, shielding his eyes from the brighter light.

 

The prince's eyes wandered over Kakarott for some time. “No. Probably not.” He slowly sat upon the chair at the table.

 

Kakarott frowned in confusion. He lowered his palm from his eyes to the covers in his lap. There it was again - that look. The Prince again was looking at him with that strange expression in his eyes.

 

Kakarott shifted uncomfortably. “Your… Pri… Veg…” He just sighed then. “What do you want?”

 

Ah. What did he want? Now he wanted to run his hands over Kakarott's hair to feel that distinct softness. He wanted to make Kakarott understand. He wanted Kakarott to stop flinching at his touch. He wanted Kakarott to enjoy being touched by him. Then he wanted to press his lips to Kakarott's and simply ravish him. He wanted to touch and caress, to feel the softness, hardness and curves of Kakarott's body. He wanted to pant and moan and come. He didn't want to be alone anymore. He wanted to be happy. Alongside Kakarott.

 

Kakarott felt oppressed by an uncomfortable silence after the prince didn't say anything. The prince sat staring at him with that look on his face, not moving. Kakarott didn't know what to do. He stared back for some time then turned away to look through the window. He watched the rain beat and flow down the windowpane. After some time it came to him that it was long ago when he had scented rain. He liked rain. It granted life. And death. Like most things. He liked the earth's scent after rain - it felt so fresh and alive. He used to play with Radditz in their yard during rain. They would be wet, dirty and muddy, but unbelievably happy. They would glance at each other with suppressed smiles when their father saw them and started shouting. They would rush into the house, blue and shivering from the cold, their teeth chattering. He could remember their warm fireplace and his big orange tea-mug.

 

The prince watched Kakarott for some time. He had to agree that Kakarott looked better. Kakarott looked healthier: he wasn't pale anymore, he finally put on some weight and he wasn't jumpy anymore. Yes, he had to agree that Veliro was doing well for Kakarott. Somehow he suddenly felt happy that he didn't kill Veliro then. “Why have you been crying?” he asked, sighing, shifting, and getting more comfortable in his chair.

 

Kakarott turned away from the window. “Just memories,” he shrugged. He was a bit confused - why was the Prince asking that?

 

The prince observed Kakarott's face. “You look healthier.” He smiled sadly, seeing Kakarott's complete confusion. Indeed, he should be grateful to Veliro - Kakarott's eyes were sparkling with life again. The darkness and that shade of madness were gone. “You can go outside, but stay in the castle limits. Today it's not a very good day for a walk, but tomorrow should be better.”

 

Kakarott blinked. “Tha…Thanks your…Ve.” He shifted. “Thanks.”

 

He wondered how much time needed to pass before Kakarott felt comfortable enough to start calling him by his name. Kakarott didn't want to be familiar with him. That didn't feel right - they knew each other. They were in love with each other, he made love to Kakarott, and Kakarott didn't manage to force himself to call him by his name. That didn't feel right, that felt painful. “How is your brother, father? Do you want to see them?” Well, now he could see that he completely threw Kakarott off balance. Kakarott turned away from him.

 

“They're dead.”

 

“Oh. I'm sorry to hear.” He could see Kakarott's brow rise. “How did they die?”

 

“My father was killed by the beast he was hunting, and Radditz was killed in an argument with his Elite lover.”

 

“Oh.”

 

“Yeah, I told him that he'd end up like that,” Kakarott shrugged. He tried to warn Radditz - in the end Radditz got off track. If at first Radditz was a normal man with heightened sexual cravings, in the end he became a sexual maniac that shared his bed with everyone willing. Some of those `everyone' weren't worth touching with a ten-foot pole, let alone be seen with.

 

“Is there anyone else you'd like to see?” the prince asked. Kakarott blinked at him.

 

“No,” he shook his head. “Of course not,” he chuckled. It finally occurred to him what the Prince was trying to do. Whoever he saw would be arrested or killed the very second he named names.

 

The ache in his chest hurt worse. It was continuously like that - no matter what he tried to do - Kakarott just distanced from him more. Kakarott didn't trust him a bit.

 

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The prince was right - the rain did still the next day, and he already couldn't wait to get out of his room. He just quickly took a shower then had his breakfast and then ran to the door. After the incident with the guards and Veliro, when he literally blasted the door off its hinges, the door had never been locked. The Prince knew it couldn't keep him inside anyway.

 

Kakarott closed the door behind him and began to climb down the stairs. He was a bit surprised to find that nobody was guarding him. With the lock it was clear, but all that time he was sure that at least someone should be standing at the staircase. Appears that he was wrong. The Prince really trusted him too much.

 

Kakarott reached the end of the stairs. He stood there faltering then turned to the left. He realized that he had no idea how to get out. Then he noticed two guards dressed in black colors near the door at the end of the corridor. He advanced to them intending to ask the way. The guards crossed his path.

 

“And where do you think you're going?” one of them asked, measuring Kakarott with his eyes. He snarled, noticing Kakarott's white-less tail tip. “How did you get here?” he growled.

 

Kakarott opened his mouth to ask the way outside.

 

“Get back into the kitchen!” the other guard ordered, motioning to the corridor with his head.

 

Kakarott stared at them shortly then turned around and marched back.

 

“Novice…” Kakarott heard behind his back. He didn't bother to explain; whatever was behind that door, it probably wasn't the way outside. He had to try for the kitchen. He should find Veliro somewhere around. Veliro would show him how to get out this cursed place.

 

After he reached the stairs again, he turned to the right. This time there were no guards and the end of the corridor opened into a big beautifully decorated hall. He hesitated a bit after noticing four doors. He took the closest door to his right. He silently closed the door behind his back then almost jumped out of his skin, noticing two guards standing and looking at him with very interested faces. They were guarding the door from the front.

 

“How the fuck did you get in?” the taller of the guards asked, reaching out his hand and grasping Kakarott by his collar to keep him in place.

 

“Let go of him,” hissed another, smacking his hand. “Now!” he elbowed his partner in the ribs none too gently. “Do you want your head cut off?!” he cursed as his partner hesitated. “It's the same guy the Prince ordered us not to touch!”

 

The guard's eyes widened and he immediately let go of Kakarott. “Err…sorry…” he nervously chuckled. “Didn't recognize you with clothes…”

 

Kakarott's cheeks painted red. “I had on a towel,” he scowled at the guy. Kakarott rubbed his neck where the collar had chaffed his skin. “Can you tell me how I can get outside the castle?”

 

The smaller of the two nodded. “I can show you to the main door. I'll just inform the base first.”

 

“Thanks,” Kakarott nodded gratefully. While waiting for the man to finish talking into his scouter, he rubbed the back of his neck again. He then noticed the bigger guard's eyes on him. “What?”

 

“You wouldn't tell that to the Prince, would you?” the guard nervously asked.

 

Kakarott rolled his eyes. Like the Prince cared! The Prince probably wouldn't even understand what he was talking about. “No. But next time…” Oh, what the heck, why not? Kakarott chuckled mentally.

 

“We can go,” the smaller guard turned to Kakarott. Actually the guard was a bit confused - he got an order to accompany the man. The Prince had left some strange orders concerning Kakarott - everyone had to fulfill Kakarott's every wish. Kakarott was allowed to do everything he wanted except try to kill them or leave the castle's surroundings. The guard blinked at Kakarott, intrigued. He had never seen or heard the Prince behave with his lovers like that before. It wasn't strange for him anymore that the Prince chose a low class lover again - the Prince was infamous for choosing low class inbreeds to couple with. Hell knows, what attracted the Prince to them. True, the oncoming heat sometimes could mess one's mind up, that probably again was the reason why the Prince was acting so weird lately and was crazed about some unknown third-class. Well, he had seen what Kakarott was capable of - the guy single-handedly manhandled three Elites, but that was no reason to keep a third-class in the castle. Though, he knew to keep his mouth shut. If the Prince had chosen Kakarott to `help' him during his heat - that was fine with him, although, this time he surely would like to switch places with this low class inbreed. “Follow me,” he motioned to Kakarott.

 

Kakarott followed the guard down the endless corridors and halls. Already halfway he realized that he wouldn't manage to remember the way and gave up trying.

 

Kakarott grinned at Veliro who rushed past him, a bucket full of hot steaming water in his hand. Veliro smiled back.

 

“Around seven?” Kakarott shouted at Veliro's already disappearing back. He grinned contently after hearing Veliro's laugh echoing farther in the corridor. Kakarott noticed the guard's face get a hesitant expression. “What?”

 

“You shouldn't get familiar with the guys here,” the guard advised. “He might be discontent if he catches someone's scent on you.”

 

“Who?” Kakarott shook his head not understanding.

 

“Well, the Prince, of course,” the guard rolled his eyes. The Prince had chosen not only a low inbreed but also a stupid one. “You know how heat can trigger possessiveness, don't you? You look old enough to know…” he just couldn't help biting.

 

“Heat?” Kakarott stopped in his way. Oh shit. So this was what it was about! That's why the Prince was keeping him in the castle! But then he shook his head in hesitation. The Prince wasn't `Veliro'. The Prince wasn't like that. It was just a coincidence.

 

“Yes; heat, rut, the need to fuck everyone around!” the guard almost growled.

 

Kakarott glared at him but didn't say anything. Oh, he perfectly knew what the heat meant. He had been in heat several times. He fucked himself unconscious. Other males went in heat once or twice a year. Because he had that damn syndrome, he wasn't even sure of his own cycle, he probably didn't even have it. He was fertile most of the time anyway, which made the heat completely unnecessary; it was as if he were in heat all the time, anyway, except that he didn't feel any effect. Despite this he went in heat several times. He guessed that those several times his body simply registered lack of sex. His first heat was the reason why he finally let Damaro take him. He wouldn't have gone to bed with Damaro if not for that heat. It wasn't that Damaro was a bad person, it was simply that Damaro fucked everyone around. He didn't want to be only a convenient fuck, but as the heat increased he couldn't resist.

 

Damaro wasn't his lover. He didn't know who Damaro was in that particular case, but Damaro really wasn't his lover. Damaro actually hardly liked having sex with him. Damaro frequently jeered at him because of his bed habits. He knew that Damaro was using him when he couldn't find anyone better to drag into his bed. And he wasn't sure why he let Damaro do that. Most of the time he was probably drunk or affected by Damaro's or his own heat, but there were several times when he simply let Damaro fuck him. Damaro would come to him, press him to a wall, and he simply would go with it. Damaro was aggressive and not caring in bed. After Damaro he always had plenty of bruises, scratches and bites. Oh, it wasn't that he didn't like sex with Damaro, obviously it was the reason why he went those other times to bed with Damaro, but afterwards he almost always felt misused and humiliated.

 

Kakarott felt himself lifted up as finally the heavy door closed behind his back. He looked around, deciding where to go. The area was huge: before him opened the sight with a wide road, which sides were surrounded by various tall and thick trees, which name he mostly didn't know. In the middle of the road there was a big fountain. There was green grassland everywhere. And there were several big statues.

 

Kakarott could see the beginning of the gardens further on his left side - there was a huge hedge of climbing blooming plants and shrubbery. He turned left. Kakarott wanted to see a few of the ponds he had seen before through the window in his room.

 

Kakarott turned around after hearing the footsteps behind. The guard was following him. The guard was keeping his distance of a good ten meters, but by the look that the guard was giving him, it was clear that he wasn't going to leave him in peace. Oh, well - fair enough - he tried to poison half of the party.

 

He walked through the gates that were entwined and overgrown with red climbing roses. After he passed the gates, he almost stopped in admiration - the greenery and the colors of blooms and trees! Lanes and walks surrounded by blossoming flowers and shrubbery. Engraved and trimmed spring fountains, decorative ponds and statues. He had never imagined that such a place could exist: so much greenery and water in one place! As the planet always was on the brink of water shortage, such an enormous area of blooming and vigorously thriving greenness was something beyond comprehension. He had heard about these gardens before, but never had he imagined that it might be such an overwhelming experience.

 

Kakarott took a path to the right. He could hear the guard padding behind him but chose to ignore that; he couldn't do anything about it, anyway.

 

Kakarott was looking around, inhaling the different pleasant scents. Deeper in the garden he saw one big statue. It was a statue of a man. He didn't know who he was, but the man had a sword and was very similar to the Prince. Kakarott went closer to the sculpture to observe it.

 

“Interested?”

 

Kakarott jumped at the sudden sound. He turned around and saw the prince land behind him. The prince motioned for the guard, dismissing him. The guard saluted, turned around and left. Kakarott nodded and turned back to the statue.

 

“It's my great-great-grandfather, the first King ever,” the prince explained, coming closer to Kakarott.

 

“You look very similar,” Kakarott's head lowered to his shoulder while he was observing the statue.

 

The prince chuckled. “You should know that all men of Vegeta house have similar looks. Have you ever met my father?”

 

Kakarott shook his head. “Why is he portrayed with a sword?” he asked. “We don't use such weapons…”

 

The prince laughed amused. “It was only about several thousand years ago when our ancestors learned to control their ki. You should know that…” he softly laughed again.

 

Kakarott turned around shaking in anger. “Your Highness forgets that such worms as third-class have never had an opportunity to be normally educated! I can hardly write my name!” His eyes flared at the prince then Kakarott turned to go.

 

“I'm sorry,” the prince caught up with Kakarott. “I shouldn't have laughed, I just…didn't think,” he apologized in a tone that was seeking for reconciliation. Kakarott didn't answer anything, and the prince followed him in silence.

 

“How do you water all the plants here? The area is huge!” Kakarott asked after some time.

 

The prince relaxed a bit. “I don't exactly know, but there are several irrigation channels, which are coming from the nearby lake, and besides that there is a network of irrigation tubes underground. And of course there are plenty of gardeners to keep an eye on the plants.”

 

The prince watched Kakarott squat down next to a bush with beautiful big blue blossoms. He had no idea what the plant was called and hoped that Kakarott wouldn't ask.

 

“We had one of these at home, when I was a small boy,” Kakarott said, brushing his fingers over the fragile blossom. “Near the front door. My mother liked them. After she died, I used to water it, but once the summer was very hot, and I was away for a week, and…” Kakarott turned around to look at the prince. “Could I have one? I mean…if…err…doesn't matter…” he turned back to brush over the blue blossom again.

 

The prince quickly nodded at Kakarott's back. “Yes, of course…” he hesitated a bit. “Just remind me after…this ordeal is finished.”

 

Kakarott was silent for some time. “Why are you here?” he asked then. “I'm not going to run away. If I wanted, I could have done it, or at least tried to, long ago… One guard is more than enough.”

 

The pain in his chest became more acute again. Why was Kakarott asking these questions yet again? Why couldn't Kakarott see? “I know that…” He could see that Kakarott was waiting for him to say something more. What he could say to Kakarott? “Why do you hate me, Kakarott? I told you why I didn't come back then, I told you what happened. Why can't you forgive me?” he knew his voice was taking a pleading note and he hardly cared. “I…I…” he wanted to tell Kakarott how he felt about him, but was afraid that Kakarott would only laugh at him. He just stared at Kakarott, waiting, not daring to say anything more.

 

Kakarott broke the eye contact and turned his head away from him. “I don't hate you.” He hesitated a moment. “I just… I'm confused.” He turned back to look at the prince again. “I don't exactly understand the situation. I…” he squirmed then. “I heard… Can I ask you something?” He continued further after the prince nodded, “Some people think that you keep me here…” he wasn't sure how to proceed, “Well, heat and stuff…”

 

The prince's eyes widened. “No, no, no,” he quickly shook his head, his breath hitched. No wonder Kakarott couldn't relax around him! “Be calm about it,” he reassured Kakarott. “Who the hell told you that?” he asked, suddenly angered. Of course, if Kakarott was thinking that he wanted to force himself on him, things weren't going to work!

 

Kakarott just shook his head. “I just heard…”

 

“Veliro?” the prince almost growled. He wouldn't be surprised if Veliro would start making stories up only to keep Kakarott!

 

“No,” Kakarott denied. He felt relieved. The Prince was much stronger than him, and according to the written and unwritten Saiyan laws, the Prince could take any partner he only managed to defeat - willing or not. “Some of your guards.”

 

“Hn,” he clenched his fist. But he had to agree that there was some truth - he completely forgot about his heat. He had about a week left until his heat started. He had to find a partner, otherwise, if the heat grew really strong and intense, he might just do what Kakarott feared. Already, while in normal state, he couldn't be near Kakarott and not to think about sex with him. He knew that by all rights he simply could take Kakarott, fuck him, mark him, do whatever only he wanted with the man, but the thing was that he perfectly knew that this was exactly what he didn't want. He wanted Kakarott to respond to his feelings. He was clever and experienced enough to know that forced relationships never brought happiness. He felt sorry for his father's lovers, he didn't want Kakarott to be like any of them.

 

The prince walked with Kakarott until they finished observing the garden. The prince had commented on several statues and answered several of Kakarott's questions. The prince felt elated that Kakarott was questioning and that overall Kakarott seemed to be warmer to him.

 

TBC

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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