Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Sympathy For The Devil ❯ Songless Birds ( Chapter 4 )

Sympathy For The Devil

Author's Notes: Thanks and hugs to Raven for betaing!

*yyaawwwnnnn* No flames for the fic yet, but I bet next chapter I'll get a buttload! Warnings of cuteness! Involving Nappy-chan!!! *squeal*

Gokou fans… you're okay in THIS chapter… but next chapter… well… let's just say it's not as pretty as Trunks. ;_;

Nappa stared in silence at the slumbering child cuddled by his brother, tails locked together, intertwined lovingly. Blood still covered Kakarrotto's body, and though he knew the reasons and believed in them, he couldn't but think that Vejita and Raditzu had been just a bit harsh with the boy.

Kakarrotto had suffered a defeat nearly unimaginable that afternoon. The sparring room had been nearly destroyed, as had Kakarrotto's pride. The boy had fought valiantly, and had never once surrendered, but against the once Saiyajin no Ouji and Raditzu, a powerful solider with years of experience, there was no way he could have won. Tears had been in the boy's eyes when he'd been carried out of the room by his brother, and just moments later he'd passed out from exhaustion.

Vejita had vanished after the fight. Nappa knew why. He was embarrassed. The battle had not been fair, and destroying Kakarrotto's pride was not something he would ever be proud of. It had to be done. Nappa knew and understood that, but still it wasn't a pleasant thing.

The room was dark; the lights off. Through small circular windows the endless darkness of space passed by, lit up dimly by small stars. Nappa shouldn't have barged into Raditzu's room, but he couldn't help himself from stepping in for just a moment, even if to merely say a goodnight. Kakarrotto's breathing was quiet and steady in his slumber, hands holding the arms wrapped around his waist. The two looked like bonded brothers that had never once separated… not for a moment since birth.

"Nappa?" came Raditzu's sleepy voice. Nappa paused and stiffened, swallowing nervously. "Hai, Raditzu."

Raditzu's large eyes opened and he offered Nappa a smile. "Nervous?"

Nappa chuckled and shook his head, but he couldn't deny the fact that his stomach was in knots. He loathed Furiza. He hated everything there was to hate about the Icejin. "Sorry to intrude. I'll…"

"No, it's fine. C'mon." Raditzu pulled his hands from around his brother. Nappa eyed Kakarrotto warily. "I'd rather…"

"Come on, Nappa," Raditzu laughed. Nappa frowned at the teasing tone before sighing. Who was he kidding? He moved across the room and stretched out along the long-haired Saiyajin, offering Raditzu a small uncomfortable smile. Raditzu merely laughed softly and leaned back against his brother, an arm circling Kakarrotto's waist. Nappa stared up at the ceiling, listening to the quiet breaths of the two Saiyajin as they drifted off into slumber. He felt Raditzu's tail brush softly against his thigh in his slumber and a faint smile drifted across his lips.

Sleep slowly reached out to him and Nappa yawned, turning to his side, arm wrapping around the lithe little warrior.

~*~

Everything about the room just shrieked sex, and yet it was so subtle it was hard to notice. Furiza's planet… Furiza's castle… Furiza…. It made Vejita shiver with disgust. Each second breathing the same air as the Icejin… with each beat of his heart he wanted to commit suicide more. Wouldn't death be better than this… madness? Behind him, Kakarrotto, Raditzu, and Nappa followed in silence, the youngest of the three looking around curiously, awing the exotic planets, whispering about the strange furniture, staring curiously at the large birds that sat in the corner, returning his stare.

Zarbon walked ahead of them, guiding the herd of sheep to their demise. The changeling paused just steps away from the large sofa where Furiza rested, feet propped up on one end, head on the opposite, staring at the large display screen that hung on the wall, reliving one of his older victories against a planet - more of Furiza's damnable `records'. On the screen, the sound muted, Furiza mocked some strange six-eyed race of vampire-like creatures, who were all extinct now. He mocked the dead.

It was sickening and pathetic.

"Furiza-sama, the new Saiyajin has arrived at your request."

Kakarrotto looked up nervously, eyes darting to his brother. Raditzu did not return the glance. The raven-haired Saiyajin remained motionless, eyes glued to Furiza, as if expecting an attack at any second. Was Furiza really as bad as everyone kept saying? Kakarrotto had always believed there was goodness inside every evil person. Surely the same applied to Furiza!

Of course… his theory had often been proved wrong.

"Ah… is that so?" came a faint purr from the Icejin. Furiza sat up slightly and turned, leaning over the arm of the sofa, tail curling around his hips. Black eyes set upon Zarbon before moving past the changeling servant to gaze at the small army. Thankfully, Kakarrotto was hidden behind Nappa and Raditzu. "So presumptuous you are, Zarbon. I don't recall saying that I wanted to see the child at this moment. I'm busy. No go away and play. I'll call for you later."

"Hai, Furiza-sama," Zarbon muttered, the irritation of the games in his voice. He rose to his feet, eyes locked on the floor, and spun around to leave.

One of the large birds squawked from the corner of the room. Furiza jumped to his feet at the sound. "Wait!" he bellowed, causing Zarbon to pause in his steps, eyes drawing down into a hateful glare. Kakarrotto hadn't moved, and the sudden shriek of the birds had drawn his attention. They were large lovely creatures, with wings that stretched all the way to the floor, though their bodies were only a third of that length. There were two of them, one a pale lilac color with black streaks in his wings, and another, a silver shade, with white streaks. Their eyes were small and beady, reminding Kakarrotto of a hawk.

"I didn't say the boy could leave," Furiza laughed, stalking towards the young shorthaired Saiyajin. Kakarrotto's eyes ripped away from the strange creatures to lock on the Icejin. Furiza stepped forward, ignoring Raditzu's faint, vague growl. He reached out and grabbed the teenager's chin, forcing his eyes up.

Long frightened moments of silence rushed by Vejita and Raditzu. They waited for the moment that Furiza would see Bardock in the boy's face. They waited for Furiza to snap and kill them all. Raditzu held his breath. Vejita began collecting his ki, preparing for the long awaited battle.

"You like the birds, monkey?" Furiza grinned, painted lips pulled back to reveal fangs. Kakarrotto tried to step back, but Furiza's claws were dug deeply in his skin, preventing him from moving. "Uh… yeah… they're… they're pretty."

"Tell him about the birds, Vejita," Furiza demanded, black eyes locked on Kakarrotto, testing him, waiting for a reaction. Kakarrotto remained frozen, however, much to Furiza's amusement.

Vejita gritted his teeth, hands balling into fists at his sides. "Those were my pets when I was a boy," he muttered hatefully.

Furiza tossed his head back in mad laughter, stepping away from Kakarrotto, falling over the leg of the sofa, long pink-tipped tail circling his legs. Kakarrotto looked to Raditzu worriedly, and he grew to understand the fearfulness of Furiza as he realized Raditzu's gaze had never once been torn away from the Icejin.

Furiza was insane.

Not in the evil madness way, either, and that was what had everyone so cautious. Furiza had completely lost his mind, and a long time ago, it appeared. They were accustomed to the fits of insanity… they were prepared for the sudden changes, the strange ravings of a lunatic.

Furiza sat up suddenly and leaned against the back of the sofa, gazing over the birds. "Pretty little creatures, aren't they? They don't sing, though. I don't much care for them."

A faint smile drifted across Raditzu's lips. Kakarrotto frowned, watching the devious twinkle in his brother's eyes. Why did he find those words so amusing? Kakarrotto glanced back at the birds, watching as the two creatures sat in silence together. "Uh… Furiza?"

"Kakarrotto!" growled Nappa. The brute senshi spun around, elbowing the teenager in the stomach. Kakarrotto flew back, striking the wall. The sounds of a crashing vase echoed out, following by a large crack of skull against wall. Kakarrotto sat up and saw that Nappa had been knocked unconscious. The bulky body of the Saiyajin rested in a heap beneath the large screen showing a laughing Furiza hovering above a blood-coated battlefield.

"Nappa?" Kakarrotto whispered, climbing to his feet.

"No fighting in my castle," Furiza sang joyfully before slit eyes turned back to Kakarrotto. "Are you okay, monkey-man?"

"Uh… yeah," Kakarrotto whispered, climbing warily to his feet. Raditzu stepped over to him, glaring. "Address him only as Furiza-sama, Kakarrotto. You were lucky this time." He reached out and grabbed Kakarrotto's arm, pulling him forward to stand before the awaiting Icejin. "What… what about Nappa?" Kakarrotto muttered, trying to rip his arm free to attend to the injured Saiyajin.

"Silence!" Vejita roared with impatient. "Watch your own hide, boy."

"Stop calling me a boy! I'm not a child!" Kakarrotto exclaimed.

"Such attitude," Furiza purred, reaching out. The Icejin wrapped his arms around Kakarrotto's shoulders, tilting his head to the side. Kakarrotto became quite uncomfortable. His tail circled his waist quickly as he tried subtly to draw away, only to fail. Furiza pulled him closer, the two nearly equal in height. "So who are you, Kakarrotto?" the Icejin said with a smile. "Where were you living all these years? Were you hiding from me?"

"Uh… no, of course not Furiza. I was living on Chikyuu. My friends called me Son Gokou."

"Son Gokou…" Furiza allowed the name to roll across his tongue. He smiled and laughed. "I like it! Son Gokou! It's so… simple. Hmm…" he turned around, leaning against Kakarrotto's chest with a faint purr. "Son Gokou."

"Furiza… about the birds."

"Hmm? What about them, Son Gokou?"

"Umm… if you have no interest in them… could… could maybe I have them?"

He could feel Vejita's hateful eyes on him, but Kakarrotto was determined to have those creatures before Furiza killed them in a fit of madness. He knew nothing about his home planet. He didn't even know if it still existed, but there was something from there on this ship, and Kakarrotto wanted to know more.

"Yes, sure, why not?" Furiza laughed, rising away from Kakarrotto and stepping in front of Zarbon. "Take the birds to the boy's room."

"He doesn't have a room, Furiza-sama."

"Then give him a room," Furiza mocked with a scoff, waving his hand in the air with a roll of his eyes. Kakarrotto bit his bottom lip, finally turning to the glare that caused hairs to stand up on the back of his neck. Vejita's scowl was cold and hateful. He really loved those birds….

~*~

"Easiest way to get through it all." Kakarrotto heard the voice through the darkness. His eyes opened as he looked towards the doorway. The faint outline of Zarbon shone for a brief moment before the door slid closed, leaving only the faint red glow of what appeared to be a cigarette between green lips. "Zarbon?" he called out nervously, uncomfortable with the darkness of the room.

After the encounter with Furiza, Zarbon had guided him up to the bedroom. Raditzu had said farewell for the night, leaving Kakarrotto alone with the oddly-colored alien. He hadn't wanted to part with his brother, but Raditzu's annoyed glare had given him little choice.

The room was quite lavish compared with what Kakarrotto was accustomed. The bed could have fit four of him easily, if not two or three more. The sheets were soft, a dark shade of gray. There were four doors in his chamber, one to the maze-like corridors, a second to a large bathroom complete with an extensive first aid type kit. The third door closed a small closet filled with Saiyajin gi and armor, and the fourth and final one presented a small lounge with a couch, fireplace, and even a small collection of thick books in a language that Kakarrotto couldn't comprehend. After nearly two hours of exploring the bedroom, a young flaxen-haired humanoid had entered his room, bringing in a large rolling tray overflowing with foods that had smelled and tasted delicious. Nearly an hour later, the servant girl had returned, taking away the tray. She had ignored Kakarrotto's attempts at a conversation - merely blushing, bowing, and rushing off.

Twenty minutes later, the same girl had returned with Vejita's birds. She had set up the large stand in the corner of the lounge. The birds had been standing on her shoulders, the edges of their wings running along the ground with each step. In silence, she placed the birds on their stand, and then left and returned with a small table. She had placed little bowls on that table and filled them with seeds and water for the birds' meals.

The birds, like the girl, had been silent. Kakarrotto had tried to get them to speak, sing… do anything that he imagined the birds could do, but their beady little eyes had just watched him with mild amusement. Whatever they are, they were smart, and he had begun to feel like he was their entertainment instead of the other way around.

Hours more had passed, and now here Zarbon stood. "You want one?" Zarbon asked, removing the cigarette from his lips. Kakarrotto frowned and shook his head. The mere scent of them made his stomach churn. "No. What are you doing here?"

"Wanted to have a moment with the Legendary Bardock's kid," Zarbon said with a mild laugh, leaning against the door, staring at Kakarrotto through the darkness. He sat up on the sheets, trying to get his eyes to adjust. He could faintly see Zarbon, but that didn't help his agitation with the situation. "You've had your moment, then," he responded with annoyance. He didn't like being rude, but the idea of he and Zarbon alone together was not pleasant.

"Furiza doesn't like cockiness, boy," Zarbon said with a smirk.

"Furiza seemed to take a liking to me," Kakarrotto responded with a smile.

"That's not necessarily a good thing," Zarbon countered, rising from the door. Smoke curled from his lips as he shrugged. "But you're right. Furiza wants to see you bright and early in the morning."

"So you did have a reason," Kakarrotto sighed, shoulders dropping in relief.

Zarbon snorted. "You have your own fantasy view of this place, Kakarrotto. Don't start liking it." He turned away and opened the door, stepping out. Kakarrotto's eyes became blank as his lips parted in silent fear. That thought led to a question that would keep him up the rest of the night: What did Furiza want?

~*~

"I won't let you play games with the boy."

Zarbon dropped the smoke, stomping it out with the toe of his shiny boots. His arms folded across his chest as he glanced over his shoulder, smirking sideways at the once-upon-a-time prince. "How you going to stop me, Golden Monkey?" He said, allowing the cockiness he felt to be heard. Vejita's eyes narrowed, smirk across his lips. The Saiyajin folded his arms across his chest, mimicking Zarbon's each movement. "I have a few moves, Zarbon, that even you haven't seen."

"Really?" Zarbon quirked a curious brow and allowed his chin to rise. He caught sight of Vejita's tail flickering behind the lithe Saiyajin and he chuckled, moving forward. Vejita stepped back, narrowed eyes daring his foe to accept the challenge. Vejita struck the wall, his head pressing back as Zarbon leaned down, brushing their lips together. He felt Vejita's chest rumble as their bodies crushed together. The warm scent of lust and sweat filled Zarbon's lungs. He groaned against the Saiyajin's skilled lips, arms circling tiny narrow hips.

Vejita pulled back suddenly, hand fisting Zarbon's braid to keep the changeling from reclaiming his lips. "Sparring chamber, five minutes." Vejita turned, shoving Zarbon back, and stalked off down the hall.

Wide eyes watched the smooth tail snap as the Saiyajin vanished in the shadows. "Little fucking tease…" he snarled, punching the wall.

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