Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Progress of a Prince ❯ Chapter Four ( Chapter 4 )

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Chapter four

Kakarot didn't get back to sleep after that. He simply waited for Vegeta to wake up. When the time came, Vegeta ordered breakfast for the two Saiyans.

"Why do you look so tired, Kakarot?" Vegeta asked as he lifted his fork to his mouth.

"I had trouble sleeping. It's nothing." Kakarot said, eating quickly to try and direct the attention away from himself.

"Perhaps we can talk Bulma into giving you some sedatives to help you sleep for a few nights."

Vegeta knew he shouldn't be pampering the child so much, but he refused to let him believe that his race had given up on him too.

"Bulma will be here shortly. You may want to dress in something comfortable. She may need to gather more information." Vegeta stated, walking away from his food toward the shower.

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"It's good to have you back, Bulma." Vegeta said, leading her to his room.

"It's good to be back. What are your plans for this Kakarot kid?" Bulma asked casually.

"He's posing as my concubine so I can train him. He's very weak from his life as a slave, and he's traumatized by the portion of his experience being a pleasure slave. I want him to be strong enough to be on his own."

"I've never known you to be a nurturer, Vegeta." Bulma pointed out.

"I'm not. This is a special case."

"He's attractive."

"He is."

"Could that be what's so special?" Bulma wagged her eyebrows.

"Absolutely not!" Vegeta scolded.

Bulma chuckled knowingly as Vegeta opened the door to his chambers. Kakarot was sitting in a chair by his bed, bouncing uncomfortably.

"Do whatever you have to." Vegeta said, waving his hand to the room.

Bulma nodded and approached Kakarot. They introduced themselves and Bulma told him that she'd have to take some blood to use as the genetic material. Kakarot's eyes widened significantly.

"It's just a little needle, Kakarot. It won't even hurt." Bulma promised, pulling out the phlebotomy kit.

"I don't like needles." Kakarot said, his throat dry.

"I have to so you can grow your tail back." Bulma explained.

"Kakarot, I will hold you down if I have to." Vegeta declared. "Don't make this any harder than it has to be."

"But, Vegeta..."

"Don't even say it. You will do it. Will it be the easy way, or the hard way?" Vegeta asked, walking over to him.

Kakarot swallowed and held out his arm, looking away. His whole body was shaking.

"You really are skittish, aren't you?" Bulma said, tying the tourniquet around his arm. She swabbed the area and inserted the needle quickly so she could move on. She inserted the vial, filling two while he was distracted.

After that was finished, Bulma screwed the vial into a machine which drained the blood and examined the genetic material.

"How soon can this be done, woman?" Vegeta asked.

"Once I figure this out." Bulma hit a few buttons on the computer attached to the machine, causing it to beep angrily. "I'll have to work up a plan, which I could be by morning, but I want to be sure it will work."

"Of course it will work! You even said it would." Vegeta countered, crossing his arms over his chest. "It needs to be done as soon as possible so Kakarot can begin training."

Bulma nodded. "I'll do it as quickly as possible."

Vegeta sat and watched as Bulma made quick work of the material. Kakarot stayed off to the side, still consciously afraid of what was to come.

"I got it!" Bulma shouted, scrolling through the research quickly.

"Just tell us, woman!" Vegeta shouted.

"Since he hasn't released the hormones to begin the first mating rut, we have to find that hormone and, since the musk is released from pores in the tail, it should force a tail to grow after it was introduced to his body. His rut would start only days later." Bulma explained.

Vegeta nodded. "Then make it happen. I'll compensate you for your time generously."

"Does Bardock still have the say in what goes on in the labs downstairs?"

"Yes, he's our lead scientist."

"Would he be able to replicate this hormone?"

"I don't see why he couldn't."

Bulma smiled, nodding. "I'll go have a word with our favorite Saiyan and I'll be back shortly."

"Your favorite Saiyan."

"You don't count yourself, asshole."

Vegeta smiled at the angry tone of the woman, knowing that she was just playing with him. She was definitely something.

As Bulma left, silence was left between the two Saiyans.

"So..." Kakarot paused. "Do you think there is a way to grow my tail back without having a rut?"

"That's a question for the woman, not me." Vegeta bit back.

"I just don't trust anyone." Kakarot fidgeted. His nerves were shot. "I don't want to do this. Why does it matter if I don't have a tail?"

"Your tail is the ticket to your strength. It's necessary to complete your training." Vegeta explained.

"What if I don't want to train?"

The question shocked Vegeta. What Saiyan doesn't want to train? "What? You can't be serious."

"If it means I won't have any rut, I don't want to." Kakarot didn't make eye contact with Vegeta.

"I didn't give you a choice." Vegeta said, his anger boiling. "I've been lenient with your behavior up to this point, but not anymore." He could feel his face becoming red with his frustration. "I've done you a favor by bringing you here. I could have left you there and let that asshole beat you to death. I, for some reason beyond my knowledge, chose to bring you here with me. I chose to bring you into my home, and give you luxuries that I'd never given anyone else."

Kakarot still didn't look at him. He felt the heat of Vegeta's anger and it, frankly, scared the hell out of him.

"I won't have people thinking that my race are all blubbering weaklings like you. You will train and stop being an embarrassment to your people. As my concubine, you should be a typical Saiyan. You shouldn't be weak. You need to be strong. I'm your master and you will obey me. That's the end of this discussion, do you understand me?"

Kakarot sighed, nodding.

"Speak when I talk to you, damn it!" He shouted, causing Kakarot to cower.

"I understand!" Kakarot shouted, holding his arms above his head to defend against an assault he thought was coming.

Vegeta huffed and left the room angrily.

Kakarot looked up, taking in the empty room.

He'd ruined this.

He'd allowed himself to anger the only master who had been good to him.

Kakarot could not allow that to happen again.

He spent the extra time just cleaning up the prince's chambers. I arranged pillows and piled dirty towels into the laundry shoot.

When Vegeta came back, he'd brought Bulma with him. They were joking and laughing with each other, and Kakarot knelt by the bed submissively. He didn't look up at his master, or the guest, keeping his eyes focused on the floor in front of his knees.

"Why are you on the floor again, Kakarot?" Vegeta asked, stepping in front of his knees.

Kakarot glanced up and saw that Vegeta's arms were crossed over his chest. He had obviously calmed down significantly since he'd last seen him. "You were right, prince Vegeta. You're my master now. I've been insubordinate and I'm lucky you're unlike my other masters."

Vegeta rolled his eyes. "Fine, get your ass up."

Bulma looked to be finishing with combining of a few chemicals. The mixture remained clear and gave off a very odd, but equally arousing scent.

Kakarot obeyed, still avoiding eye contact. Vegeta took a hold of his arm and pulled him towards Bulma's table. He pushed him into a chair by the table.

"I can't believe Bardock finished this so quickly." Bulma said, pulling back the plunger on a syringe to fill the vial with the smelly liquid.

"It was impressive." Vegeta said, remaining beside Kakarot, as if he was supervising,

Bulma capped the dosage of hormone and swabbed Kakarot's arm with an alcohol towel. "I'm not sure how your body is going to react to this until it takes hold. We opened a room at the medical bay, just in case. Let us know if it's really bad, okay?"

"Yes, ma'am." Kakarot said, looking away, trying to ignore the huge needle she was pulling toward him. His stomach twisted into knots.

Bulma jammed the needle into his bicep, depressing the plunger slowly. It burned through Kakarot's arm, and he tried to ignore it. He wouldn't show weakness, unless it was obedience.

"Are you okay, Kakarot?" Bulma asked, continuing to empty the vial into his arm.

Kakarot took a deep breath. "Yes, ma'am."

After the needle was gone, Bulma attached a heart monitor to Kakarot's finger. She knew it would almost surely raise his heart rate, but she wasn't sure how much.

Meanwhile, Kakarot began to feel like his entire body was burning. All of his muscles were clenching in response to whatever hormone this was.

Kakarot heard the monitor began to beep more frequently, signally his rise in heart rate. He thought he could handle it, but what he hadn't expected was for the tail to begin growing immediately. He felt the bones forming like all of his vertebrae fracturing, pushing through his skin, the prickling of hair immediately growing to cover the appendage.

The scream he heard didn't sound like his own, but his body had begun shaking and sweating. He didn't know how much longer he would be conscious.

Bulma jumped to grab towels as blood covered the pants of the young slave. "Vegeta, he's losing a lot of blood."

"Don't you think I can see that, woman?" Vegeta shouted, trying to keep Kakarot from bolting up and injuring himself. He hadn't expected the tail to grow so agonizingly slowly, and he felt a lot of pity for the boy right now.

Kakarot bit back a second scream, his teeth chattering with the effort to keep his jaw from clenching.

"Kakarot, you have to stay calm, alright?" Vegeta told him, holding his arms to the arm of the chair.

"Y-yes, p-prince." He stuttered.

Vegeta was surprised that the boy was still conscious. His heart rate was far above normal, a thick coat of sweat covered his body and his muscles shook from the trauma.

Bulma returned, quickly pulling off the slaves pants and setting him on the towels. She couldn't help but notice how his eyes grew wide whenever she touched him. Vegeta had to have downplayed the trauma this kid's been put through.

Kakarot forced his eyes open, like he refused to fall out of consciousness, despite the horrific pain he was experiencing. He would please Vegeta. This is what Vegeta wanted, so he'd do it.

Vegeta was growing concerned with the tremors passing through the boy's body.

"Isn't there anything to help this?" Vegeta asked, glaring at the Earthling.

"No, it'll be over soon. It's almost completely out." Bulma said, visually comparing Kakarot's to Vegeta's.

Another raspy scream ripped from the younger Saiyan. He was going pale from the blood loss, but he appeared to have stopped bleeding. He lost consciousness only seconds later.

Bulma bit her lip, obviously concerned. "What are you going to do about the rut?"

Vegeta scoffed. "Find him a fuck toy for a week."

"You know he doesn't want that."

"He doesn't want it, but he'll do it. He's being ridiculous." Vegeta said.

"You have no idea what he's going through, Vegeta." Bulma said pointedly.

Vegeta glared at her. "How dare you."

"Oh, don't pull that almighty prince shit on me, Vegeta. This kid has been violated so many times that he has no desire for sex at all. That's not natural, even without the mating rut. This is serious and he can't just go out and fuck anything that walks." Bulma sighed, crossing her arms. "He needs stability and someone he can trust."

Vegeta sighed dramatically, pulling Kakarot over his shoulder and carrying him to his guest bed. He basically tossed the mildly convulsing body down onto the mattress. "The idiot doesn't know what he needs. He's a Saiyan and needs to be strong. He needs to learn that his past means nothing. He's weak."

Bulma's jaw dropped. "What? He's weak? Do you even know who you're talking to?"

Vegeta said nothing. He knew he'd messed up. Bulma had been raped a few years back, and she'd confided in Vegeta about it. He'd comforted her, promising that he'd never let it happen again.

"So, you're being a hypocrite, Vegeta. Kakarot is even more damaged than I am, and you refuse to believe he can have emotions because you're attracted to him and you don't want to deal with his emotions. He can't just have someone hop into his bed." Bulma scolded him.

"You're making a lot of assumptions, woman." Vegeta growled.

"I'm called a genius for a reason. I know exactly what I'm talking about." Bulma said, sitting down and crossing her legs at her knees. "Kakarot will wake up and feel like shit and he'll be confused. What are you going to do about it? You started this, how are you going to help him finish it?"

Vegeta rolled his eyes. This was going to be a long fucking night.