Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Persistence ❯ Part 10 ( Chapter 10 )

Hello, LadyKATT! Hope you two, girls, are alright. Gosh, this is because of contained water?

 

Hello, GundamCat! That's truth - one can't find many guys like him, hahaha I wonder if there is someone like him at all. You see, that's why I'm writing - I love the idea about absolute, utopic love. All my fics are about this. And I can bet that many people are reading my fics only because of this - because they love the idea of something so ethereal and beautiful. If we can't find it around us… At least we can create it in our fantasy world.

 

Hello, NewFan! Actually no, I'm not going to dwell deeper into Radditz's life. And I won't show Kakarott seeking revenge for his brother. Kakarott himself told Radditz several times that he might end up like this. Radditz himself chose his way of life. And he paid the price.

Oh, yeah - they are talking, finally. In this chapter there will be more of the interaction.

 

 

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 10

 

Veliro had several days off and went to see his family; therefore Kakarott had no idea how to occupy himself. He spent most of his time in the garden. He was simply sitting on a bench in the middle of luxurious plants, inhaling the wondrous aromas and thinking. That was the only one thing left for him to do - think. He was sorting and resorting his thoughts, but didn't exactly know where they were leading him. Each time he tried to think about his future he simply didn't know what to think, because he had no idea what was going to happen with him. Was the Prince going to let him go sooner or later, or in the end was he going to be handed over to the tribunal? Mostly he thought about `Veliro' and Veliro, and the Prince, of course. And it was settling in his mind. Maybe not as much as settling, but simply reaching some reconcilement, some peace.

 

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The prince passed blooming shrubbery then stopped on the small walk. He observed Kakarott, who was sitting on the bench and warming up in the sun. He hadn't seen Kakarott for several days. The prince had been busy with handling the situation in Remar - about twenty Elites had swarmed into the local duke's castle and killed him.

 

The prince knew that Veliro was away for several days. He suspected that Kakarott was bored to death.

 

The prince advanced closer to Kakarott. “Hello,” he greeted.

 

Kakarott raised his head to look at the prince. He shielded his eyes against the sun. “Hello,” he nodded. As he still wasn't sure how to call the prince, he decided simply to do without address. He looked carefully at the Prince. Somehow the Prince seemed to be worn out and tired.

 

“Bored?” the prince asked. He saw Kakarott hesitate with his answer, but finally Kakarott lowered his palm and nodded. “Would you like a spar?” the prince suggested. He saw Kakarott's eyes sparkle, but then they clouded with hesitation and uncertainty. He wanted Kakarott to agree. He loved their spars then, and he knew that Kakarott had enjoyed them too. He felt his heart flutter as Kakarott finally nodded and stood up. He could hardly describe the joy he felt.

 

Kakarott followed the prince through the garden back into the castle. The prince would have preferred taking Kakarott to their old sparring grounds, but he realized that it wouldn't be a good idea - Kakarott reacted very strongly to that bit of his past. That was the main difference between them: while he treasured, lived and fed on those past events and experiences, Kakarott meanwhile shunned and despised them.

 

They entered the castle, and the prince led Kakarott into a small room with various training suits and armors that were hanging on the walls or were put on several benches. The prince motioned for Kakarott to choose what he wanted. Kakarott picked up an orange training suit then began to test the armors. In the end he picked up the one the prince advised as the best one.

 

From the small room they went into the huge training hall. Kakarott observed the gray walls and three huge windows in the ceiling then lowered his eyes and questioningly looked at the prince who was wearing a black training suit with dark shiny armor on top.

 

“Have you been training much?” the prince asked, his bootless feet growing into the cold floor as he moved into his fighting position.

 

“Not exactly,” Kakarott shook his head, moving into his. “Didn't have many opportunities.”

 

The prince motioned for Kakarott to attack him. He had no idea how strong Kakarott was, thus wanted to test him first. He didn't make the same mistake and this time he was prepared to block Kakarott's punch to his face.

 

Kakarott jumped aside to avoid an oncoming strike to his stomach then lashed out with his hand to the prince's back. Kakarott was thrown back as suddenly, using his ki, the prince turned around in mid air and kicked Kakarott directly in his chest. Kakarott hit the ground with his back and took several seconds to lie on the floor to regain his breath that had just been knocked out of his lungs.

 

After Kakarott jumped to his feet, the prince moved back into his fighting stance. The prince could see dark and promising flames dancing in Kakarott's eyes and braced himself. Kakarott flew at him at top speed. He ducked then jumped back to avoid Kakarott's foot sweeping him off of his own feet. After Kakarott blocked his high kick to his side, he had to quickly jump back to avoid Kakarott grabbing him by his ankle. He ducked as Kakarott's fist targeted his head. While at it, he punched Kakarott in the stomach, throwing him back a good five meters.

 

Kakarott hit the wall with his back and dropped to the ground on his knees, just in time to support himself with his arms. He soothingly rubbed his aching stomach while gasping for air, then, after a moment, was on his feet again.

 

Kakarott's dark eyes met the prince's blazing ones. The prince threateningly lowered his head and bared his canines. Defying the display, Kakarott snarled and bared his own canines. His tail angrily thrashed behind his back then came to tightly wrap back around his waist. He launched himself at the prince again.

 

They exchanged several punches then Kakarott managed to land a solid hit on the prince. The hit was blocked, but it was enough to unbalance the prince and to throw him further. Kakarott used the opportunity and swept the staggering prince off his feet. He grabbed the prince by his arm, intending to wind the prince round and to twist the arm behind the prince's back. But the prince's bare foot caught him in the side and knocked him away.

 

Kakarott realized he was emitting a non-stop low growl. The fight wasn't going very well, at least for him. Kakarott risked a second to look at his armor. There was a crack on the upper half, where the prince had hit him in the chest. And there was a dent the size of the prince's fist on the lower part of the armor. Kakarott's eyes widened, his growl muted. At least it held, Kakarott thought, moving closer to the prince.

 

The prince showered Kakarott with a rain of blows and hits that forced Kakarott to switch from offensive to defensive. Kakarott grit his teeth not intending to give up yet. He caught a moment and kicked the prince in the stomach. As Kakarott didn't have enough leverage, the kick wasn't powerful, but it was enough to break through the prince's endless assaults. Kakarott didn't waste time, and, while the prince was still imbalanced, delivered a powerful punch right into the prince's left eye, which threw the prince back about ten meters.

 

The prince shook his head while lying on the floor. After a few seconds his head cleared and he was on his feet again. He regretted that it seemed there was some sort of mutual agreement between them not to use their energy to create blasts.

 

Kakarott rolled to the side to escape the prince's oncoming foot. Somewhere in the back of his mind registered that the prince was faster with his feet than him. Kakarott rolled over once again then, quickly placed his hands on the floor, above his head, and, balancing his weight, with lightning speed leveled himself from his palms to his feet. He quickly leaned to the side when the prince's fist sought his face then fell back to the ground, this time supporting himself with his right hand, while his left foot swept the prince out off his feet. Kakarott knew he was good at it - sweeping his opponent from his feet. The prince fell to the ground, and Kakarott was immediately on top of him, pinning him down with his weight, grabbing him by his wrists. But while at it, Kakarott made a mistake leaning his head too close to the prince's, and the next second the prince's forehead smashed into his nose. While Kakarott was disoriented by painful, swirling and sparkling dots, the prince took the advantage of him.

 

The prince pinned Kakarott under him, to the floor, without any chance of escape. The prince could feel the rage and fight excitement slowly fade away from his system. His adrenaline level began to even off and suddenly the prince found himself staring at Kakarott's dark eyes before his face. The prince could see that Kakarott was a bit confused as to what was going to happen now. They both knew that Kakarott had lost and the fight was over. The prince felt weird. He held Kakarott by his arms and stared at Kakarott further. After he leaned down to Kakarott's face, he saw Kakarott's confusion only increase.

 

He didn't dare kiss Kakarott. After his lips touched Kakarott's, Kakarott had gasped rather loudly, his eyes flying wide, his breathing stuck in his throat. That hadn't been very encouraging…

 

The prince pulled away from Kakarott, releasing him. Kakarott stared at the prince's back while the prince walked towards the door. The sound of the door closing behind the prince's back made Kakarott snap out of it. He sat up on the floor, his eyes still on the heavy, white door.

 

Kakarott lingered in the training hall. He sat on the cold floor and stared at his own hands.

 

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The other day he was too scared to see Kakarott. He was afraid to even think of how Kakarott might react to him. He shouldn't have tried to kiss Kakarott then, in the training hall. Oh, well, now it was too late - he had fucked things up even more. Though, he wondered if it was possible at all.

 

The prince watched Kakarott through the window. Kakarott was sitting on the grass with his back leaning on a tree. Kakarott seemed so small and lonely from the view high above. The prince leaned on the window frame. He sighed, his breath making the glass cloudy. For some time he watched Kakarott, thinking why everything had to be so difficult.

 

He saw Kakarott shift then stand up. Soon he saw why Kakarott had moved - there was Veliro coming from Kakarott's left. He watched them talk for some time then Kakarott pulled Veliro to him, their mouths locking. He turned away from the sight. Each time he saw them together, his heart bled. He was torn between being happy for Kakarott and killing Veliro on the spot. He was afraid that Kakarott and Veliro's relationship might grow stronger, and later he wouldn't able to do anything about it. He was afraid that Kakarott might fall in love or maybe even already had fallen in love with Veliro. The thought about that made him almost sick with despair and pain.

 

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His could feel that his son wasn't listening again. Vegeta was again staring through the damn window and looking at the damn third-class.

 

The king stopped talking and looked at his son with an annoyed expression on his face. The prince indeed wasn't listening. The prince was standing at the window, and looking down at the garden. The king ruffled the documents on his table for some time then angrily pushed the papers away and leaned back into his big leather chair. For some time he tapped his fingers on the table then rolled his eyes at his son, and then rolled them again.

 

He stared at his son for several moments more. It didn't seem that Vegeta even realized that he had stopped talking. He could fucking start dancing on the fucking table and his idiot son wouldn't notice! And everything because of some third-class! Each time that damn heat of his started, Vegeta turned into a bloody idiot!

 

The king tapped his fingers on the table again then crossed his feet under the table. He locked his gaze on his son's back.

 

Though he knew, he could feel, that this time it wasn't only the damn heat. His son was too distracted lately, too restless, too concerned. After that damn third-class appeared in the castle, his son began running around like a chicken with its head cut off. Vegeta was used to taking third-classes into his bed, but this one… Vegeta was jumping around him all the time, fulfilling all the third-class's wishes only to keep him content. The damn third-class almost killed two Elite guards, and instead of execution got immunity. It was the guards who got executed. Unbelievable. Well, of course that was interesting how a third-class managed to stand up against three Elites, but in this case it didn't matter.

 

The third-class was left to freely wander through the castle and surroundings. Whoever the man was, Vegeta wasn't indifferent to him. He was not stupid; he could see that his moron son was displaying all the affection signs. And he couldn't understand that - his son had access to all of the highest social classes, to the very cream of society, all the richest, and what was his son doing? -Tormenting himself because of some stupid third-class slut. There was something unclear again - Vegeta seemed to be unhappy instead of jumping for joy. Why? Because the slut needed more than his son could give? Was that this why Vegeta let his slut and that second-class boy fuck each other? He had never noticed Vegeta showing signs of sharing his lovers before. Ah, that's what you get for falling in love with a whore.

 

Oh, he had his suspicions. He was sure that this third-class was the same individual whom Vegeta already had lost his head over nine years ago. He probably wouldn't have had any idea, but after Vegeta recently made comments about that damn incident nine years ago and seemed to be very vague about it, and even apologized… And this time he wasn't sure that he would have enough power put an end to this nonsense. Vegeta was much stronger than him now. Vegeta didn't care, Vegeta didn't ask for his opinion about things like this. Vegeta did as he pleased. But he was worried - his son seemed to be much more than a bit interested in that whore. What if Vegeta decided to choose him instead of a righteous Elite, desirably Amial, the richest of them? That would be a fucking joke - the castles hospitality would soon be well known not only for its feasts and merriments but also for good bitches because the prince's mate would be ready to serve everyone. Interesting… just how good is that third-class, that Vegeta doesn't want to exchange him for anyone else? Had to be an amazing fuck.

 

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Kakarott lessened his pace, after the prince joined him in the hallway. The prince nodded in greeting, but it seemed that he was struggling with his further actions. Kakarott greeted too and silently proceeded with his walking. He was going to meet Veliro; they arranged to meet at eight near the main-fountain in the garden.

 

Finally, when they approached the second door, the prince seemed to have reached a decision.

 

“About yesterday,” the prince began a bit unsurely. “Hmm…” he looked at the door adjacent to them, trying to arrange his thoughts, which were jumping from apology to confession. He knew he could use his oncoming heat as an excuse, but the truth was that the heat had nothing to do with that unsuccessful kiss yesterday. Kakarott probably would believe him, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to lie to Kakarott. No, of course, he didn't want, but then it meant either leaving it all as it is, or plunging even further. “Err…” he squeezed, intense and stubbornly staring at the door, while he could feel Kakarott staring at him and waiting. He finally turned his head to meet Kakarott's eyes, which really didn't help at all, and managed to mumble something completely incoherent again.

 

“What?” Kakarott asked, sighing, as he didn't understand a thing the prince said.

 

The prince blinked intensely and tried again, “I said I-”

 

The explosion threw them to different sides of the corridor. Kakarott hit the wall with his back and fell to his knees. He shook his head, trying to get rid of the dizzying haze in his eyes and stop the ringing in his ears. Finally, as the ringing subsided into a loud buzz, and his eyes were able to identify several objects farther than his hand reached, he staggered to his feet. There was an impenetrable cloud of dust and shouting everywhere. He stood swaying and coughing for several seconds then noticed the prince rising up from under the heavy door, which was blown on him by the explosion. The prince flung the heavy door from him as if it were only a mere coverlet and stood up.

 

Kakarott turned to where the door had been, trying to comprehend what the hell's happening. Through the heavy cloud of dust he saw some silhouettes moving, but, as he still was disoriented by the ringing in his head and the dust that filled his lungs, he just stood there, leaning on the same wall, he'd just been thrown into, and coughed his head off.

 

“Oh, fuck…”

 

That was the only warning Kakarott heard before the prince launched at him, and then they both were blasted through the wall.

 

Kakarott's head was throbbing madly, and his entire back hurt. He tried to move and realized that there was something lying on top of him. No, not something, someone. He pushed the heavy body off him, blinked several times until his eyes began to work more or less normally and staggered to his feet. There was a huge hole in the wall next to him. Some fuckers had just blasted him and the Prince through the damn wall!

 

He stumbled a bit closer to the hole. There were some screams, but because of the damn dust, or, more likely, smokescreen, he couldn't see a thing. He was growling loudly and was ready for a massacre. He wanted to simply throw himself through the hole and fucking slaughter everyone. The urge was so strong that it made something else in his head stir and wonder why he felt like that. The answer was immediate - blood. The air was filled with the scent of blood. And burning flesh, and death. And it all was very close, very, very close, actually under his very nose.

 

Kakarott lowered his head to look at himself. He was covered in blood. His clothes, his hands were covered in blood. Not understanding, he turned his head back to look at the prince who was still lying on the floor.

 

He stared at the Prince's body that was lying in an unnatural position. The Prince was lying on his stomach, his face turned to his side, something there was… There was blood everywhere, half of the clothes were missing, and he was able to see burnt and scorched skin. He went closer. The Prince was looking at him, staring at him. There was that look in the Prince's eyes again. He stared back at those eyes. They were so full of…of…something, of something he had seen nine years ago. They were full of that something, so full that it made his head spin. And then the eyes closed.

 

He stared for some time until he realized that he could hear someone urgently shouting his name. He felt the daze engulf him again, but he managed to raise his head to the source of the familiar voice.

 

“Kakarott, finish him and let's go! Soon the rest of the guards will be here! Kakarott!” Damaro shouted.

 

Kakarott gazed at him confused. He looked around and only then noticed that he was blocking the group's way to the prince. There were three black dressed men who were trying to get past him. He was not only blocking their way, but he also was standing in his fighting position and threateningly growling.

 

“Kakarott, what the fuck are you doing?!” Damaro cursed, swatting one of his men out of his way and running to the prince. He just gasped as Kakarott suddenly flung him away. Damaro used his ki to stop midway to the hard wall. Not lowering the knife, he approached Kakarott again. Kakarott blocked his way again.

 

He was hardly able understand what was going on and what he was doing. Everything was just in a heavy daze. He just knew one thing - the Prince took the blast on himself to protect him. Vegeta did that for him. He had been wrong all that time, wrong about Vegeta.

 

Damaro muttered a colorful curse as Kakarott simply brushed his men through the nearest window. As the men were only third or second-class they were not a challenge for Kakarott. He had to get out. They already wasted enough time while messing about with Kakarott. He could not believe that Kakarott would betray him like this. The entire mission was about rescuing Kakarott. Yes, to kill the Prince and the King were the main goals, but in his head it was all about Kakarott.

 

Damaro shot through the same window Kakarott had swatted his men through. He only got several meters before he ran into ten Saiyans who were wearing army uniforms.

 

Kakarott was able to hear shouts and curses that Damaro sent him as the guards dragged him to the dungeon, but he felt as though his mind had simply shut down. At the moment he didn't care about anything except Vegeta staying alive.

 

Several guards advanced to Kakarott. They wanted to get to the prince and carry him to the medical bay, but Kakarott wasn't letting them pass. They glanced at each other, but weren't sure what to do - it was clear that Kakarott wasn't attacking their prince, but it was also clear that if the prince didn't get help, he would die. The guards felt relieved as the king entered the room. The king immediately estimated the situation, and after two seconds Kakarott was knocked out cold.

 

TBC

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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