Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Progress of a Prince ❯ Chapter Eight ( Chapter 8 )
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By: TheOtherSaiyan 
Kakarot reaches the level only achieved by his sire.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 03.28.2017 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 207 | Status: Work In Progress
Kakarot reaches the level only achieved by his sire.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 03.28.2017 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 207 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter eight
Vegeta refused to allow himself to fall asleep that night. He wandered the guest wing, listening to every noise coming from Zarbon's room. Everything has seemed to be going well until Bardock ran up the hall.
"We need to get in there, now. The sedative has worn off already. He's conscious." Bardock said, making his way to the room.
Vegeta followed. "His consciousness shouldn't be a problem."
Bardock continued to jog, scoffing. "He's powering up, Vegeta. If he keeps climbing, he's going to go super Saiyan and kill Zarbon."
Vegeta's body went rigid as he heard a shout coming from the room, followed by a huge burst of power.
"NO! Get off me! VEGETA!" Kakarot's voice shook the halls, followed by a crash. Suddenly, both men got to the door, but it was too late. Kakarot had sent an energy blast through the locked door, panicking to find an escape.
"Kakarot!" Vegeta shouted, following the hole in the wall.
He walked in to feel an incredible power shaking the building and a brilliant gold aura enveloped the room. Vegeta looked to see Kakarot naked and laying in a pile of crumpled sheets, but his normally black, messy hair now stood straight up, and the color was replaced by a golden glow of blond locks. Kakarot was panting and his hand was held up, pointing toward a pile of rubble.
Vegeta ran to Zarbon, trying to make sure the bastard wasn't dead. He dug through the rubble, pressing his fingers to an artery to feel a pulse.
A small crowd had gathered by the door, and Kakarot powered down, shaking like a leaf. Bardock was over on the bed trying to calm him down.
Vegeta looked to the group. "Someone needs to get a medic, now!" He didn't really give a shit if this man died, but he'd be damned if it happened in his castle.
Two large Saiyans grabbed the reptilian man and carried him to the regeneration tanks on the other end of the grounds.
The king had shown up after he'd been alerted of the ruckus. "Where's Zarbon?" He seemed panicked, not wanting his good name tarnished.
"I just sent him to be healed. He pushed the boy's limits." Vegeta said, walking over to a shivering Kakarot.
"What in the hell happened?" The king shouted at Kakarot.
The boy's eyes grew wide. "He hurt me. I don't know how, but I got mad and I lost control."
"He ascended, your majesty." Bardock said, staying close to his son.
"He's a slave! How could he reach a legendary level?" The king's face became red with anger.
Bardock resisted the urge to growl at his king. "He was constantly put under physical and emotional strain. Given what the boy has been through, I'm surprised it hadn't happened sooner."
The king clenched his teeth, staring at the boy. The whole room was silent.
"Father, I'd like a moment alone with my concubine." Vegeta said.
The room quickly emptied as his father spread the good news of a second super Saiyan.
Kakarot stared at Vegeta, hoping he wasn't what caused his anger. "I'm sorry I blew up the door."
Vegeta ignored the apology and walked over to the boy, touching a darkening bruise on his cheek. "He bruised you."
Kakarot nodded. "I pretended to still be out of it for a little while to try to get him to stop." He didn't meet the prince's gaze. "May I bathe?" Kakarot asked, timid.
Vegeta chuckled. "Of course you can."
Once Kakarot was alone in the bathroom, he dropped to his knees as all of his muscles started to shake. He may have been out of it, but he remembered every single thing that bastard did to him. He touched him, bruised him, and help him down. He'd refused to stop, and every horrible memory came coursing through the teen.
He covered his mouth with his hand, hoping to muffle the cries that left him. He was too weak to even save himself.
Climbing into the shower, Kakarot scrubbed his skin until it was red and raw. He hated the feeling after an unwanted encounter. He felt dirty and used. His body was sore and he knew at least one of his ribs was broken.
He finally came from the bathroom and Vegeta was still waiting for him. He gave his companion a smirk.
"Let's go back to our room. You've gotten a promotion." Vegeta said.
Kakarot felt sick even thinking that he wasn't a slave anymore just because he got used by some alien. "Promotion?"
"You're the second super Saiyan, so you're on the same tier as your father, free to make your own decisions." Vegeta explained.
"So, I'm not your concubine?"
"No, you're a guardsman now." Vegeta walked over, removing the wristlet. "Do you want to continue sleeping in my room, or would you prefer one of your own?"
Kakarot got scared of the thought of sleeping alone again. "Would it be too much trouble to join you?"
Vegeta patted his shoulder. "No, none at all. Let's go ahead to bed. We'll talk more in the morning."
Vegeta and Kakarot made it to the room silently. Vegeta made himself comfortable in his own bed. "I understand if you want to stay in your own bed."
Kakarot shook his head. "You promised to protect me."
"And I will. From now on, you will not be used by anyone. I give you my word. You can be my private guardsman if you so choose, to keep your environment stable."
Kakarot nodded, slipping into the bed beside the prince. "I'd like that." He cringed as all of his sore body protested.
"We'll get you healed up in the morning. Sleep, boy. No one will hurt you here." Vegeta draped an arm over the boy, pulling him close.
Kakarot felt safe for a moment, but fear still prickled in his senses.
Vegeta refused to allow himself to fall asleep that night. He wandered the guest wing, listening to every noise coming from Zarbon's room. Everything has seemed to be going well until Bardock ran up the hall.
"We need to get in there, now. The sedative has worn off already. He's conscious." Bardock said, making his way to the room.
Vegeta followed. "His consciousness shouldn't be a problem."
Bardock continued to jog, scoffing. "He's powering up, Vegeta. If he keeps climbing, he's going to go super Saiyan and kill Zarbon."
Vegeta's body went rigid as he heard a shout coming from the room, followed by a huge burst of power.
"NO! Get off me! VEGETA!" Kakarot's voice shook the halls, followed by a crash. Suddenly, both men got to the door, but it was too late. Kakarot had sent an energy blast through the locked door, panicking to find an escape.
"Kakarot!" Vegeta shouted, following the hole in the wall.
He walked in to feel an incredible power shaking the building and a brilliant gold aura enveloped the room. Vegeta looked to see Kakarot naked and laying in a pile of crumpled sheets, but his normally black, messy hair now stood straight up, and the color was replaced by a golden glow of blond locks. Kakarot was panting and his hand was held up, pointing toward a pile of rubble.
Vegeta ran to Zarbon, trying to make sure the bastard wasn't dead. He dug through the rubble, pressing his fingers to an artery to feel a pulse.
A small crowd had gathered by the door, and Kakarot powered down, shaking like a leaf. Bardock was over on the bed trying to calm him down.
Vegeta looked to the group. "Someone needs to get a medic, now!" He didn't really give a shit if this man died, but he'd be damned if it happened in his castle.
Two large Saiyans grabbed the reptilian man and carried him to the regeneration tanks on the other end of the grounds.
The king had shown up after he'd been alerted of the ruckus. "Where's Zarbon?" He seemed panicked, not wanting his good name tarnished.
"I just sent him to be healed. He pushed the boy's limits." Vegeta said, walking over to a shivering Kakarot.
"What in the hell happened?" The king shouted at Kakarot.
The boy's eyes grew wide. "He hurt me. I don't know how, but I got mad and I lost control."
"He ascended, your majesty." Bardock said, staying close to his son.
"He's a slave! How could he reach a legendary level?" The king's face became red with anger.
Bardock resisted the urge to growl at his king. "He was constantly put under physical and emotional strain. Given what the boy has been through, I'm surprised it hadn't happened sooner."
The king clenched his teeth, staring at the boy. The whole room was silent.
"Father, I'd like a moment alone with my concubine." Vegeta said.
The room quickly emptied as his father spread the good news of a second super Saiyan.
Kakarot stared at Vegeta, hoping he wasn't what caused his anger. "I'm sorry I blew up the door."
Vegeta ignored the apology and walked over to the boy, touching a darkening bruise on his cheek. "He bruised you."
Kakarot nodded. "I pretended to still be out of it for a little while to try to get him to stop." He didn't meet the prince's gaze. "May I bathe?" Kakarot asked, timid.
Vegeta chuckled. "Of course you can."
Once Kakarot was alone in the bathroom, he dropped to his knees as all of his muscles started to shake. He may have been out of it, but he remembered every single thing that bastard did to him. He touched him, bruised him, and help him down. He'd refused to stop, and every horrible memory came coursing through the teen.
He covered his mouth with his hand, hoping to muffle the cries that left him. He was too weak to even save himself.
Climbing into the shower, Kakarot scrubbed his skin until it was red and raw. He hated the feeling after an unwanted encounter. He felt dirty and used. His body was sore and he knew at least one of his ribs was broken.
He finally came from the bathroom and Vegeta was still waiting for him. He gave his companion a smirk.
"Let's go back to our room. You've gotten a promotion." Vegeta said.
Kakarot felt sick even thinking that he wasn't a slave anymore just because he got used by some alien. "Promotion?"
"You're the second super Saiyan, so you're on the same tier as your father, free to make your own decisions." Vegeta explained.
"So, I'm not your concubine?"
"No, you're a guardsman now." Vegeta walked over, removing the wristlet. "Do you want to continue sleeping in my room, or would you prefer one of your own?"
Kakarot got scared of the thought of sleeping alone again. "Would it be too much trouble to join you?"
Vegeta patted his shoulder. "No, none at all. Let's go ahead to bed. We'll talk more in the morning."
Vegeta and Kakarot made it to the room silently. Vegeta made himself comfortable in his own bed. "I understand if you want to stay in your own bed."
Kakarot shook his head. "You promised to protect me."
"And I will. From now on, you will not be used by anyone. I give you my word. You can be my private guardsman if you so choose, to keep your environment stable."
Kakarot nodded, slipping into the bed beside the prince. "I'd like that." He cringed as all of his sore body protested.
"We'll get you healed up in the morning. Sleep, boy. No one will hurt you here." Vegeta draped an arm over the boy, pulling him close.
Kakarot felt safe for a moment, but fear still prickled in his senses.