Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Persistence ❯ Part 13 ( Chapter 13 )

Hello, everyone! So it's over. This is where the path ends. Hope you liked the journey. Well, you obviously did if you are here.

 

The story started off fresh, alive and followed two young passionate persons. But the story was as much about love as about hate. As much about hate as about redemption. I doubt it would have had a happy ending if I weren't such an incurable romantic. So we ended up having a fairytale where persistence and love won over everything.

 

Hahaha, I told my friend that I don't write mushy. I said that I write concealed mushiness. It's very true! ^_~ Why in the end do we find our characters alive? Because I'm damn protective and possessive over and about my characters.

 

So, enjoy the last chapter. This is a good story. Something to laugh about, something to think about and something to make you feel warm and fuzzy all over.

 

chayron

 

 

Hello, NewFan! Heh, I'm a hopeless romantic too. Can't you see that? Hahaha Well, yeah the last chapter.

Just wanted to tell how much your reviews mean to me. I always like to get them and they always make me try harder. Thank you.

 

 

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

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

 

Persistence

 

Part 13 by chayron & achillona (lttomb@yahoo.com, achillona@yahoo.com), beta-read by achillona)

 

He stood in the doorway gazing at Kakarott as he slept in the bed. Kakarott was slightly turned on his side, one hand under his head, the other beside him, pressed to his bare chest. Sometime during the evening, the covers slipped off, down to Kakarott's waist, revealing Kakarott's powerful upper build. Kakarott's dark red-brownish tail was resting on Kakarott's waist, the end of the tail wrapped over Kakarott's wrist. Even without clearly seeing Kakarott's face, he had to agree that Kakarott was attractive. Kakarott was a fine specimen. If one was interested in a third-class.

 

The king silently closed the door behind him and approached Kakarott. Kakarott apparently had been waiting for his son to come back from the meeting and fell asleep in his bed.

 

The king leaned down to study Kakarott's face. He noticed Kakarott stir, as finally the third-class' brain began registering the presence of the new scent enveloping him. Kakarott's eyelashes fluttered then suddenly Kakarott's eyes flew open. The third-class recoiled from him, confusion written clearly on his face.

 

“Your Highness,” Kakarott gasped, as he sat up abruptly, his back hitting the headboard. His flustered eyes widened even more when the king advanced closer to him.

 

“Calm down,” the king snorted, rudely gabbing Kakarott's chin to turn his head to the window. The king examined Kakarott's face then let go of him. “I just came over to see why my son wants a third-class whore and no one else.”

 

“W-what?” Kakarott stuttered, completely baffled. He gasped as suddenly he was roughly thrown into the same headboard.

 

“You must be an incredible fuck,” the king hissed, pressing Kakarott into the headboard. “But if you think that you're very smart, think again,” the king grabbed Kakarott by his neck, squeezing. “If you think that I'm going to let you calmly sneak into this family, think again. I'm fucking going to make you regret every second you stay in this castle. My son maybe a complete fool, but I'm not.” The king tightened his grip for emphasis. “Don't expect me to be one.”

 

Kakarott tried to free his throat from the iron grasp, but earned only a blow to his face. The king grabbed his wrist, twisting his arm. He cried out in pain. His shouts earned several more blows and the grip on his throat tightened more, making him gurgle and choke. Kakarott felt warm blood running down his lip and chin. He was panicking. He panicked even more as, after the blood scent filled the room, the king seemed to have lost all sensible reflection in his eyes. He just moaned in fear as he felt the king's hand slip in between his thighs.

 

“We'll see what an amazing fuck you are,” the king raised him by his throat then threw him back onto the bed.

 

Kakarott gasped for air, his thoughts jumping and reeling. The bed rocked and Kakarott found himself pinned under the king's heavy body. Kakarott punched the king in the face, throwing him off of himself, and ran towards the door.

 

“You, bitch!” the king yanked Kakarott back by his hair, growling through clenched teeth. He yelped in pain as Kakarott elbowed him in the stomach, making him double over.

 

Kakarott turned around, kneed the king in the face, knocking him down, and ran for it. He reached the head of the stairs, then again was grabbed by his hair and yanked back. Kakarott hit the wall with his side and fell to the floor. He hardly felt any pain because of adrenaline flooding his system. He got to his feet and bared his canines at the attacker. He was scared, frightened and angry. Whoever this man was, he had no right in taking him against his will. Kakarott got ready for the fight, but then something just blurred before his eyes and the king's fist connected with his face. Kakarott tried to block the oncoming punches, but didn't manage to react and answer as fast. Before sinking to the ground, he cursed the moment he decided to stay in the castle.

 

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The shocking sight and blood scent stopped him dead in his tracks. His father and Kakarott were lying naked across the bed. Kakarott's face was all bloodied, wet hair clinging to his forehead. Kakarott was half-conscious, his limp body becoming noticeable with bruises, under the king's larger body.

 

“Father!” the prince hurried to the bed. His father turned around, his canines bared threateningly. He could see that his father was affected by Kakarott's blood and that faint heat scent. Any other time he would have simply flung his father away from Kakarott, but now his father was much stronger than him, which changed the Alpha Male status between them. Technically, he didn't even have the right to interfere. “Father, no,” he said, trying to stay calm while his blood burned to tear his father to pieces. “Please, no,” he carefully stood next to his father. He felt his own blood calm a bit after seeing that Kakarott wasn't penetrated yet. He arrived just in time.

 

The king bared his canines again. “Go away,” he hissed at his son.

 

“Please, no,” the prince repeated. “Please, no.” He was aware that Kakarott was coming round. The prince went even closer. He hoped that the familiar scent might bring his father to his senses. Usually the scent of relatives worked relaxingly. He hoped that his back wasn't bleeding anywhere, because it might have the opposite effect - a relative's scent mixed with the relative's blood scent usually threw any Saiyan off balance, making them unbelievably aggressive and not necessary protective towards the wounded relative. “Father, please,” he carefully and slowly touched his father's shoulder.

 

“You aren't going to bring this slut into our family!” the king growled back at him, his canines glistening dangerously.

 

“Father, look at what you're doing,” the prince lowered his tone. “Look at him. What has he ever done to you?” he chose not to speak of what Kakarott might have done, if allowed. “Father, please.” The king stared back at him, his hand still grasping Kakarott's thigh. The prince saw Kakarott blink his eyes open then Kakarott startled. “Kakarott, don't move!” he warned before Kakarott could have tried to push his father away. He saw Kakarott's eyes glimpse at him in panic and confusion, then confusion won and Kakarott lay still under his father. “Father, please let him go,” he repeated. His father was staring at him, his canines bare, his palm pressing against Kakarott's chest, keeping him in place. Then his father let out a loud growl, removed his hands from Kakarott and got up. He grabbed his cape and fled the room.

 

The prince rushed to Kakarott who stared at him, his black eyes wide in shock.

 

He could feel Kakarott trembling in his arms. “It's okay,” he soothingly stroked Kakarott's back then kissed his temple. “It's okay. He won't touch you again.” Strange, but he believed that himself. If his father let go of Kakarott, he wasn't going to threaten him again. Probably no force on the planet would ever make his father like Kakarott, but at least he would be of no threat to Kakarott again. He knew that his father was very angry with him for choosing Kakarott. He never thought that his father would sink so low as to almost raping Kakarott, but his father had been so furious that he'd hardly thought about what he was doing. Perhaps Kakarott's protests and disobedience only served to enrage his father more. No, he wasn't justifying his father. Oh, no. Those were only reasons. His father was going to find out what it meant to touch what was his. His father had scared Kakarott almost to death, had beaten him and almost raped him. This assault wasn't going to be left unanswered. Of course, his father knew that.

 

The attack was nothing new to Kakarott, but the rape attempt threw Kakarott off balance. He pressed Kakarott to his chest firmer. He himself was in shock. He had no idea what he would do if something happened to Kakarott.

 

He held him until Kakarott began calming down. “It's okay, Kakarott,” he murmured into Kakarott's ear. “Nothing happened and nothing will happen. And don't worry, as soon as I can, I'll give him a good thrashing!”

 

“No,” Kakarott moaned in the prince's neck. “It'll only make things worse.”

 

The prince pressed his cheek to Kakarott's, not answering anything.

 

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He knew that he had to go and see to Damaro. He didn't want to talk to Damaro. He was sure anyway that Damaro wouldn't say anything, and he simply wanted to finish the bastard. Despite Kakarott begging him not to, he had to give an order to kill Damaro. He could perfectly understand Kakarott's position and his feeling guilty, but actually the thought about Damaro and Kakarott together was only triggering his jealousy. Oh, he wasn't stupid, he perfectly knew that there was or had been or whatever between Kakarott and Damaro. Maybe if Kakarott and he [Vegeta] were already mated, he wouldn't be so jealous, but now he simply wanted to get rid of a potential rival. And the most important thing was that he had to repay Damaro for his planned attack.

 

The prince waited until Damaro was pushed inside the damp room with blank walls and barred window. The prince leaned in his chair while watching the guard push Damaro to his knees facing him. He didn't know how Damaro looked earlier, but now Damaro looked horrible. Damaro was skinny, his bones almost protruding through his skin. His hair was one big matted and entangled ball and he stank terribly. What little clothing he wore was torn and dirty, and undoubtedly took part in that awful stench. But, despite all this, despite the gray skin, despite hollow cheeks, despite cracked lips and bruises, Damaro still had a superior air about him. Damaro's eyes were burning with flame and disdain. Damaro knew that he was going to die no matter what.

 

“Leave us,” the prince motioned to the guard.

 

The guard saluted the prince and left, closing the door behind him. The prince stood up from the chair and advanced closer to Damaro. Damaro was baring his canines at him and emitting a low threatening growl, and he was sure that if Damaro were able, he would stand up. But Damaro probably was hardly able to stand.

 

The prince stood opposite Damaro. Actually there was no reason for him to see Damaro - he knew that Damaro wasn't going to say anything about the resistance forces' location or anything like that. If his father hadn't managed to make Damaro talk, nobody could.

 

Damaro grit his teeth as the prince came closer. He could perfectly scent the strong heat scent. “So this is how you brainwashed Kakarott?” he spat. “Have some decency and go back to your chambers, or do you intend to try and affect me too?” He then barked a harsh chuckle, “Nah, I'm not so easily affected.”

 

The prince gazed at Damaro then crossed his arms. “Kakarott chose with his free will. Kakarott and I are going to mate.”

 

Damaro stared at him for some time in disbelief then softly sighed. “Sure, you will... So this was how everything happened. You did manage to manipulate his memories, didn't you? Poor Kakarott, I always said to him to get rid of that `Veliro'; it was making him unstable and vulnerable. What are you going to do with him? He doesn't know anything. And if he knew, now his knowledge is too old - he didn't contact any of us and we didn't contact him. He doesn't know anything at all.”

 

“No, I'm not lying,” the prince said. “Kakarott chose the union with his free will. And I'm that `Veliro', who left him nine years ago.”

 

Damaro gave him an intense look then shook his head. “What are you trying to uncover here with that bullshit?”

 

The prince sighed then shrugged. “As you wish, but I don't think that you'd live long enough to see our union. And still you shouldn't blame Kakarott for what happened to you. He can't sleep because of you, but I don't think that it's his fault that you are here.”

 

“He betrayed me,” Damaro calmly answered. “And whatever pricks of conscience he has now - he deserves them, all of them and more.”

 

The prince stared at him for some time. “You love him, don't you? You blame him, but at the same time you also protect him. You do love him,” he repeated, being completely sure and somehow stunned.

 

Damaro was silent then snorted which neither confirmed nor denied the statement.

 

The prince looked Damaro in the eye. Somehow he felt the urge to assure Damaro. In this case they both wanted the same - Kakarott's safety. “You don't need to worry about him - he's under my protection. I didn't lie - we are going to unite.”

 

“You don't deserve him, you shit!” Damaro suddenly hissed, agitated. “I don't know how you managed to deceive Kakarott, but don't you dare laugh at him! Even if you wanted him, you don't deserve him! He's worth much more than all of you bunch of lazy elite bastards!

 

“You can't even imagine what some of us have gone through, while your main concern was which fork to use for the cake and which for the fish! Do you have any idea what Kakarott has gone through?! Of course you know!” he then spat. “You used that knowledge to get to him, to manipulate him! You don't care! That's why, sooner or later, hopefully sooner, you are all going to be wiped off the surface - because you don't care. You care neither for us nor for each other. You don't look around. One day you won't even notice where all your dream castles went!” Damaro hissed, pulling angrily at his shackles.

 

“And let me tell you this,” he spat, “maybe you will laugh and scoff at me, at Kakarott, at all of us but one day there will be someone who will avenge us, avenge me, my brother, Kakarott, Kakarott's child, his brother, his father, all of us! You can have your fun now, but remember that it won't last forever!”

 

The prince calmly stood with his arms crossed, staring at fiery eyes. He knew that this conversation was meaningless. Damaro wasn't listening to him. Then the prince froze. “Kakarott's child?” he asked, confused.

 

“Ah, he didn't tell you that, did he?” Damaro chuckled wryly. “He didn't tell you that that `Veliro' had not only amused himself but also had left Kakarott pregnant? Kakarott didn't tell you how he had to leave his native land because he was beaten every day? And I suppose he didn't tell you how he gave birth to his son in the middle of the woods, in a blizzard, while he had been looking for his dead father. And of course he didn't tell you how I found him dying in a snowdrift while pressing his already frozen to death son to his chest.”

 

He stared at Damaro's bruised face. “Tha-that's impossible,” he managed to shake his head.

 

“Oh, but it was like that,” Damaro shrugged. “Why do you think Kakarott became the man he is… was?” he corrected himself. “It was not my influence, contrary to what you may think,” he chuckled, shaking his head, “oh, when I found him, he had enough hate to feed the entire army.”

 

“B-but he wasn't in heat…” he managed to stutter again, feeling the ground slip from under his feet.

 

“Who? Kakarott?” Damaro chuckled. “Kakarott is always in heat. Have ever heard about Ramaison's Syndrome?” he chuckled again. “If you still haven't noticed it, you're a complete idiot.”

 

Ramaison's Syndrome. Oh, Gods… Oh, Gods… He had gotten Kakarott pregnant then. He had gotten Kakarott pregnant. Kakarott was pregnant. Kakarott was pregnant with his child. The child died. The child died because he wasn't there to take care of Kakarott. Oh, Gods… Oh, Gods… He had left Kakarott pregnant.

 

“What?” Damaro chuckled at the prince's pale face. “Your back still gives you trouble? A good gun it was!”

 

He ran from the room. His head was buzzing and hissing. As he couldn't face Kakarott yet, he wandered into the garden and sat on a bench. He sat there, rocking back and forth while his thoughts whirled and spun for eons.

 

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“Vegeta?” Kakarott lifted himself a bit from the bed after he saw the prince enter. The look on the prince's face made him sit up. It was way past midnight, and Kakarott had been worried when the prince didn't come back. He'd been waiting for him and then just fell asleep with the lights on.

 

“Why didn't you tell me?”

 

Kakarott rubbed his sleepy eyes then blinked, adjusting to the light. “What?” He raised his head to the prince again. “Vegeta?” he turned his head, following the prince who quickly circled the bed to stand at his side.

 

“Kakarott, why didn't you tell me?” the prince hissed.

 

Kakarott leaned farther from the prince. “What? What didn't I tell you?” he almost gasped at the anger in the prince's eyes.

 

“About the child! Why the fuck didn't you tell me?!”

 

Oh, Gods… Kakarott stared back at the prince. He didn't know what to say or to do, he just felt frozen. Just gasping at the anger in the prince's eyes.

 

“Kakarott, answer me!” After Kakarott whimpering recoiled from his arm like from a snake, the prince realized his mistake.

 

“H-he…he is d-dead,” Kakarott crawled down another side of the bed to get some distance between him and the prince. In desperation he began to move towards the door.

 

He could see that he had terrified Kakarott. He felt his anger lessen at Kakarott's scared and jerky movements. Now a gust of worry passed through his system. He had to calm down and stop shouting at Kakarott. He followed after Kakarott as that one dashed out the door. He managed to grab Kakarott around his waist and pull Kakarott to him before Kakarott had reached the stairs. He was stunned into an inability to move as Kakarott began to struggle and scream calling for help.

 

The prince caught Kakarott again and simply rose into the air with the thrashing and incoherently flailing man in his arms; Kakarott's shouts already drew attention, there was no need to avoid ki jumps anymore. The prince harshly ordered the staring guards to leave and carried Kakarott back into his room.

 

Kakarott wasn't resisting anymore. Kakarott simply lay on the bed where he had placed him and didn't even move. Kakarott's eyes were closed, head turned to the side, and he could see wet tracks on both sides of Kakarott's face.

 

“Kakarott?” he could hardly recognize his voice anymore, it was so soaked with worry. Instead of an answer Kakarott only flinched, and he felt himself running hot and cold with fear. “Kakarott, it's okay. I'm sorry,” he brushed over Kakarott's forehead. He felt Kakarott shy away from him and his voice. No, he wasn't going to give up so easily. `Veliro' wasn't allowed to come back. Never.

 

The prince pulled Kakarott up in his arms, pressing his face to Kakarott's neck, deeply inhaling and beginning a soft purr. He wanted to affect Kakarott with the heat scent. He knew that he might confuse Kakarott and make things only worse, but he hoped it wouldn't happen. He brushed under Kakarott's chin then cheek with his tail. He felt Kakarott wince but then Kakarott leaned into him. He heard short gasps and then sobs followed. Good, Kakarott needed to let it out.

 

“I'm sorry, I wasn't there for you,” the prince slowly rocked Kakarott on his lap, his arms and tail wrapped around the sobbing Saiyan. “And I'm sorry for attacking you like that.” He kissed and soothed Kakarott who sobbed clinging to him. “It's okay, it's okay,” he drew gentle circles on Kakarott's shaking back.

 

The prince leaned lower to search for Kakarott's lips then tentatively pressed his lips to Kakarott's. He was delighted when Kakarott's lips parted for him. They kissed chastely then Kakarott hiccupped and leaned his head on Vegeta's shoulder. He shifted Kakarott in his arms to see Kakarott's tear stricken face better. Kakarott's tears were calming down. He smiled down at Kakarott, receiving a short shy smile in return. Oh, how he loved Kakarott. Giving a chaste peck to Kakarott's forehead, the prince hid his face in Kakarott's neck, inhaling, savoring the welcome, familiar scent. He hadn't touched Kakarott yet, but, as the prince's heat was progressing, he knew he soon would turn to Kakarott to quench his thirst.

 

“Vegeta,” Kakarott whispered, pressing his cheek to the prince's. He softly moaned as the prince nuzzled at the sensitive skin of his neck. “Love me.”

 

“Yes,” the prince purred against Kakarott's skin, “always.” He raised his head to look at Kakarott. Kakarott was gazing at him with those shimmering eyes. They gazed at each other, and then something desperate ticked and turned, and he tightly pressed Kakarott to his chest at the same time pulling Kakarott up, to his knees, his mouth attacking Kakarott's.

 

He couldn't think anymore, he was only able to respond to that through years accumulated longing for Kakarott. The aching and determined feeling in his chest was overwhelming everything. His mouth sought Kakarott's. His hands roamed, searched, explored then, not managing to get enough, crushed Kakarott to his aching body again.

 

He hardly felt how they fell back onto the bed, most of their clothes torn off and falling from their bodies to the ground. He could hear himself gasping and shivering at Kakarott's every touch. The next thing his mind registered was him kissing Kakarott's broad chest, his creamy thighs. He just couldn't get enough of the burning feeling, the taste, the scent and sounds. Everything mixed in his head, creating an aphrodisiac that hadn't ever been and he never would be able to resist. Kakarott's eyes half-lidded with pleasure, meeting his and following his moves, were making him crave and go crazy.

 

He made Kakarott gasp and moan as his teeth captured one of Kakarott's nipples. He licked at the sensitive nub then again grazed at it, invoking more shivers and soft moans. His hand pinching and teasing the other nipple, his mouth left to feverishly attack Kakarott's open mouth that was spilling those incredible sounds.

 

Kakarott tasted as sweet as he remembered, even sweeter. He crashed their mouths together, their tongues swirling and battling, pleasuring and getting pleasured. He kissed Kakarott until they lay gasping for air. He tasted Kakarott's skin; he licked, sucked, bathed and grazed. If there was made the tastiest food ever - it was Kakarott. He got Kakarott breathlessly moaning his name as his tongue trailed the path with his tongue from Kakarott's jaw to gently catch his earlobe between his teeth. After sucking and blowing the sensitive skin to get pleasurable shudders and purrs, he went down to worship Kakarott's neck.

 

Kakarott's scent was as overflowing as he remembered, even more wonderful. He leaned to Kakarott's neck, inhaled the scent then purred, nuzzling Kakarott's jaw, making his way to Kakarott's soft but thick hair. Kakarott's scent was marked by urgent arousal. And Kakarott's heat scent became much stronger and clearer. He forced himself to ignore that. Kakarott was eagerly accepting everything he was giving and breathlessly asking for more. And he was ready to give more, to give everything to Kakarott.

 

The prince's world shrunk into a sparkling fluffy ball and his eyes closed on their own accord as Kakarott's hand caught his tail and began to softly tease the very tip with his fingertips. Kakarott gave the prince a predatory grin and tugged rougher. He purred at the prince's immediate high-pitched gasps of pleasure and doubled his efforts.

 

Kakarott licked his lips at the bulge that was desperately straining through his lover's underwear. While his one hand still tormented the prince's tail, his other hand then left the prince's waist to run the swollen organ's clad underside.

 

Though, the prince hardly was coherent anymore, it was too fast. Kakarott was moving too fast. He wanted more and longer.

 

There was a grunt, and then Kakarott found himself on his back, the prince on top of him, their legs entwined. Kakarott suddenly wasn't sure how to react to the prince's clearly possessive gaze and grip on his waist. The prince noticed Kakarott's hesitation and mild stiffness. “Do you want me? Do you love me?” he leaned to purr against Kakarott's ear, his one hand trailing Kakarott's stomach muscles, other diving into Kakarott's hair to massage his scalp and gently pull at his hair.

 

“Y-yes,” Kakarott swallowed, closing his eyes, as his burning body arched into the prince's.

 

“Then trust me,” the prince traced Kakarott's lips with his thumb then plunged into Kakarott's mouth with his tongue. “Trust me, and you'll have everything,” he whispered against Kakarott's lips. “You did agree after all…” The prince smiled as Kakarott's eyes shot open, the widest in size he had ever seen.

 

“N-now?” Kakarott stuttered in disbelief. He felt Vegeta's hand slide from his waist to his hip to give a reassuring squeeze then Kakarott's underwear was pulled down.

 

“Yes,” the prince purred, running his fingers over Kakarott's free arousal. “I've waited long enough, don't you think…?”

 

“Yessss, too longgggh…” Kakarott arched into the pleasurable hand. “B-but…chhhh,” he gasped as the hand didn't relent, “what…ahh…a-about…the…umm…ceremony...um mm?” Kakarott's head fell back onto the pillow, his eyes rolling back in his head, his hips following the teasing palm. “You…ahh… told me…uhhh…”

 

“Ceremony is only ceremony,” the prince purred into Kakarott's ear. “You can go there already marked.” The prince then pressed his body to Kakarott's. “It doesn't matter. You're mine anyway, Kakarott.”

 

“Yes,” Kakarott breathlessly grunted. “Yours, yours…” he purred, exciting his lover more. “Yours, Vegeta.” He purred in contentment as Vegeta's hand slipped in between his legs to tease his quivering thighs.

 

The prince released Kakarott's shaft in order to finally slip his own underwear away. He reached over Kakarott's shoulder to open the drawer, which contained several small boxes and tubes. Holding Kakarott's thighs apart, Vegeta squeezed some lubricant onto his fingers then tossed the tube back in the drawer. Kakarott was watching him through half lidded eyes that shone with pleasure and anticipation. Leaning to kiss those eyes then to claim that lush mouth anew, he pressed his fingers into the tightness. He swallowed a soft grunt that left Kakarott's lips. Pushing the fingers deeper, Vegeta began searching for Kakarott's sweet -spot.

 

Kakarott grunted, and squeezed Vegeta's shoulder asking for more. His head fell back on the pillow as he got what he had asked for.

 

To watch how Kakarott's hips were meeting his fingers was unbearable. Kakarott was covered with a thin layer of sweat, the pearls of liquid gathered on his arousal's tip. Kakarott's mouth was opening and closing to release mute sounds that were tuned with the fingers moving inside him. It was not to his strength to see Kakarott like that and to be content with only his fingers inside Kakarott.

 

Vegeta removed his fingers to reach into the drawer once again. After putting the condom on and preparing himself he grasped Kakarott by his thigh to sink deep into that exclusive tightness and heat Kakarott's body produced. He could feel Kakarott's body shake under him, and for some time held still to let Kakarott adjust. After waiting a few minutes he felt Kakarott relax and lean back into his body, Kakarott's thighs spreading even further to loosely wrap around his sides. Seeing that Kakarott was content with his position, he began a slow and leisurely pace. He was impatient and throbbing, but he wanted to prolong this, to enjoy their act for as long as only they are able to keep it up.

 

Kakarott was as loud as he remembered, even louder, his moans, purrs and groans echoing in the room. Kakarott's voiced pleasure had always haunted and tortured and pleased him during his long nights. Now he was able to relive them again, in reality this time. This time it was real, though it still seemed to be a dream, a dream that finally came true. A dream that he didn't want to and never would let end. Kakarott was his.

 

Kakarott breathlessly purred to express his pleasure as Vegeta's hands gripped his thighs firmer, increasing the pace and force of his thrusts.

 

Vegeta buried his face in Kakarott's neck, leaving fervent kisses from time to time on Kakarott's skin between his moans and grunts while his hips worked bringing him to his final pleasure. To further his excitement, Kakarott was becoming even louder. How he loved hearing Kakarott's voice! He could feel that Kakarott was near - Kakarott's thighs began to crush his waist, Kakarott's nails digging deeper into his skin. After several moments Kakarott's body arched from the bed and clung to Vegeta's front, a loud yowl leaving Kakarott's mouth. As Vegeta's need and passion didn't need to be suppressed anymore, as Kakarott's tightness became almost unbearable, he knew it was time. He roughly pressed Kakarott back into the bedding and clamped his teeth over Kakarott's shoulder, the freely spilling blood's taste and scent sending him over the edge, making him come while jerking against Kakarott's hips.

 

He fought for air while lying on top of Kakarott, still between Kakarott's thighs and inside him. He could feel Kakarott's hand brushing over his hair then his nape.

 

Finally he felt sated and fulfilled; Kakarott had been the one he had dreamed of and thought about while bedding all the others. It had been Kakarott whom he craved all the time. It had been Kakarott's eyes, lips, hair, hands and thighs that he wanted to see, to touch and to feel.

 

He carefully rolled off Kakarott. Kakarott was watching him with unreadable, clouded eyes. He leaned to claim Kakarott's lips, feeling Kakarott respond lazily then snuggled into Kakarott, wrapping his arms around the other's warm and pleasantly drained body. He kissed Kakarott's shoulder again. “Tomorrow can wait,” he softly murmured, feeling sleep claiming him.

 

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They sat on the grass, the long tufts around them. Peace and quiet. Only birds chirping and gentle murmuring of trees. The rumble of the waterfall into the small rippling lake. Kakarott was leaning on Vegeta's shoulder, his eyes lazily following a brown bird that was flying over the water, searching for small fish and insects. Vegeta's one arm was wrapped over Kakarott's waist, his other supporting them both. He was more interested in his mate than watching the lake.

 

“I was a bit afraid of your reaction to this place,” Vegeta brushed his arm over Kakarott's side. “It was a long time ago…”

 

Kakarott proceeded to watch the bird. “Vegeta, you said so yourself - it was a long time ago. I was wrong about you then. I…I don't feel that…hate anymore. You proved me wrong. I found peace, Vegeta. Finally I found peace. I never thought it was possible, but… You took it away from me, but you gave it back. Many things happened, but things always happen. Shit always happens, Vegeta. We have to deal with it. And I think we dealt not too badly.”

 

“You make sense,” Vegeta smiled. “I'm glad you think like this,” Vegeta softly kissed Kakarott's temple. “I have something for you,” he shifted, gently pushing Kakarott off his shoulder in order to reach a bundle behind his back. At first he wasn't so sure, but now, as Kakarott said that he didn't feel distraught about the past anymore, he really wanted to do this.

 

Kakarott curiously watched Vegeta unwrap the bundle. He'd been curious as to what his mate had been carrying from Laniara to the lake. The bundle was big and he doubted that it was food. Besides, it didn't smell like food.

 

“Oh Gods,” Kakarott gasped. “You still have it!” He reached out his hand to Vegeta's lap.

 

“It's too small for me, though. I was wondering if you could make me a new one,” Vegeta chuckled, brushing his fingertips over the armor's smooth surface. He passed it to Kakarott.

 

Kakarott took the armor. He turned the armor in his hands several times. “Can't believe you still have it… It looks…well…small…” he chuckled at his own words.

 

“Maybe one day there will be someone small enough to wear it again…” Vegeta softly said.

 

Kakarott's head rose at Vegeta's words. He watched Vegeta's face for some time. “You want a child?”

 

Vegeta's eyes widened. “Err…well…don't know…err…maybe…”

 

Kakarott laughed heartily, he leaned forward to put the armor back in Vegeta's lap. “One day,” he nodded. “It's too soon.” He shifted back to Vegeta and again leaned into his mate's arms and warm body. “So…how much will you pay me for the new armor?” he teased, smiling.

 

“Would a smithy be enough?” Vegeta smiled into Kakarott's hair.

 

Kakarott's mouth hung open. He turned around to look at his mate. “Y-you're serious?” He brushed over his forehead after Vegeta nodded.

 

“Would be a perfect gift to my newly acquired mate, don't you think?” Vegeta chuckled.

 

Kakarott suddenly shifted uneasy. “I…can I trade?” he asked, his eyes lowered to the grass.

 

“Trade?” Vegeta asked, surprised.

 

“The smithy for Damaro's life?” Kakarott raised his head to pleadingly look at his mate. “Please?”

 

Vegeta sighed, rubbing his forehead. “Hell, Kakarott. It's…even if I agreed…my father…”

 

“I already talked to him. He agreed if you agree also,” Kakarott said softly.

 

Vegeta stared at Kakarott, disbelief and anger mixing on his face. “I told you not to talk to my father,” he firmly said then. “Don't know how you managed it but you are asking for trouble. You are lucky that he simply didn't kill you.”

 

Kakarott nodded. “Yes, I was afraid, but Damaro…”

 

“Listen, Kakarott,” Vegeta cut him off almost hissing in anger. “Shut up about him finally. Damaro can have his life, but if I ever see or hear about him again, I'll strangle that moron with my own bare hands!”

 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Kakarott fervently kissed his mate's face while crushing him to his body.

 

“And be damn sure that the armor is ready by Thursday!” Vegeta snorted, his anger already more pretended than real.

 

“Thursday, Thursday…” Kakarott repeated thinking what day it was today. “It's Tuesday!” he pushed his mate from his body and shot to his feet. “I've got to-!”

 

Vegeta grabbed him by his wrist and pulled down, back onto the grass. “You have plenty of time. Just go to Seery Street and ask for Himitsi. He'll show you around. And he's good with money. You can earn plenty of money, if you manage your forge well.”

 

“You mean…?”

 

“To hell with it, have it,” Vegeta shrugged. “But on Thursday…!”

 

Kakarott laughed, leaning in to kiss his mate.

 

XXXXX

 

Kakarott turned around in time to catch sight of the guards pushing Damaro into the room. He watched his friend with eyes full of concern. Damaro looked bad. Much worse than the last time he had seen him.

 

“Leave us,” Kakarott motioned to the guard.

 

“Yes, sir,” the guard saluted Kakarott. He turned around and left, closing the door behind him.

 

“Damaro,” Kakarott approached Damaro. “Gods, Damaro, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry,” he fell on his knees in front of the other man. “Please forgive me, I didn't want that. I can change all of it now. I have the possibility to make all of this better. I could even …”

 

Not hearing the words, Damaro gazed at Kakarott's tear stricken face. His eyes returned to look at Kakarott's shoulder. He didn't believe it when he heard the guards talking about the Prince mating a third-class. Moreover mating Kakarott. Now he began reconsidering the Prince's words once again. This time it seemed more sensible. That rubbish the Prince spoke about…maybe it wasn't as much rubbish as he originally thought it was. Maybe Kakarott was a very good player after all. “Whose mark is it?” he asked, only then finally taking in Kakarott's expensive clothes and a royal armlet on Kakarott's arm.

 

Kakarott shifted, his eyes guiltily lowered to the floor. “The Prince's. I can expl...”

 

Damaro chuckled. “I suppose I should feel very special - a person of such importance is kneeling down to me…” he observed Kakarott's face. “So how is it, Kakarott? How is it with that mating? Do you have him?”

 

Kakarott quickly shook his head. “No, it's not like that. It's mutual. It's real.”

 

Damaro grit his teeth. “Kakarott, what the fuck are you talking about?!”

 

“I'm talking about the normal union, about bonding,” Kakarott answered. “I didn't want to deceive you or something like that, it just happened. All of this. He's that `Veliro' I've been talking for ages about and I…”

 

“You are insane, Kakarott,” Damaro shook his head at the other Saiyan. “You are simply insane…”

 

“No, I'm simply in love,” Kakarott muttered, standing up, losing any hope to convince Damaro. He sighed at Damaro. “You are free to go. The King might not like me, but he granted my wish for the union present. But you know, if I ever see you again…well…” he just left that in the air and walked past Damaro intending to go outside.

 

“Kakarott, wait,” Damaro stuttered, turning to the other Saiyan. “Is that true?” he stared at Kakarott's face. “I mean, everything you said?”

 

Kakarott nodded.

 

“And you two are officially mated?” Damaro asked, still not believing.

 

Kakarott smiled, leaning next to the door. “The official ceremony was five days ago.”

 

Damaro brushed over his matted hair then looked at Kakarott again. “B-but is he… does he…”

 

“He's good to me,” Kakarott nodded. “He loves me.”

 

“Kakar…”

 

He pressed his head to Kakarott's shoulder. They held each other for a long time. He felt completely defeated but at the same time he felt calm somehow, peaceful. He gazed at the mark for some time. “You can't imagine how many times I wanted to mate you.” He felt Kakarott start. Sure, Kakarott had never noticed that. After `Veliro' Kakarott didn't believe or trust anyone completely. That's why he never went further in his relationship with Kakarott; Kakarott was sure that every person simply wanted to use him. Kakarott was sure that every time they slept with each other he had been using Kakarott. It wasn't like that.

 

Damaro heard Kakarott laugh then Kakarott pulled away.

 

“You don't need to lie,” Kakarott chuckled again, “the King and my mate let me give you an amnesty anyway.”

 

Damaro didn't answer anything, just shrugged at Kakarott.

 

XXXXX

 

Damaro walked down the small gravel path that was leading him through blooming and fragrant plants. He considered Kakarott's suggestion to get his tail free from the dungeon and decided that it was worth his immediate attention and agreement.

 

Damaro stopped as the guard, whom he had been following, halted on his way. Damaro stood on his tiptoes trying to see over the rosebushes as to what the hindrance was. His and the guard's eyes fixed on two figures. It was Kakarott and the Prince. They were sitting on a bench, under a big and branchy linden tree. The prince's arm wrapped around Kakarott's waist, pulling Kakarott to him and the Prince whispered something into Kakarott's ear. Damaro saw Kakarott raise his head to look at the Prince. He could see a faint blush coloring Kakarott's cheeks. He had never seen Kakarott's eyes sparkle so much. He heard the Prince's soft laugh then the Prince pressed his lips to Kakarott's.

 

The guard gave a slight cough. The lovers pulled away from each over and turned around.

 

“Damaro!” Kakarott happily exclaimed. He quickly stood up to come closer to Damaro.

 

“Hn,” the prince flashed his eyes at Damaro. He stood up, looked at Kakarott's back then left.

 

“Kakarott,” Damaro formally nodded, being aware of the Prince's warning and the guard who wasn't even preparing to leave. He smiled at Kakarott. “Heard your last official announcement…”

 

Kakarott chuckled. “Yeah, little by little.”

 

“You look happy,” Damaro said. “I'm glad for you.”

 

“Me too,” Kakarott grinned.

 

“I'll be going then,” Damaro nodded. “Don't want to keep you.”

 

“No worries,” Kakarott shook his head. “I suppose we'll see each other someday. You know where I'm staying,” he chuckled.

 

Damaro gave a nod. “Be careful, Kakarott. You have many enemies.”

 

“Naturally,” Kakarott smiled. “But this time it's much easier.”

 

THE END

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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