Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Saiyan Companion ❯ The Saiyan Companion 2 ( Chapter 2 )

The Saiyan Companion 2 by Kaialicious

Disclaimer: DragonBall Z and the characters of DragonBall Z are not of my creation. They solely belong to Akira Toriyama. I have in no way made any profit off Toriyama's work other than to create a fictional tale for my personal enjoyment.

Warnings: This story contains Yaoi situations. It is rated NC-17. That means no under aged readers!

Author's Note: Someone mentioned that I am using the word consort improperly (thanks for the honest analysis^_^). My references say that consort can also mean companion or partner. As for the brook no argument comment…oops! I guess that is what I get for writing several stories at the same time. ^_^!

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Once he had over seen his royal duties, Prince Vegeta retreated to his training room.

He was not pleased with the treaty that his father had chosen to sign. The king had recklessly placed them under the rule of a foreign lord named King Cold.

King Cold required Saiyan warriors. He was in desperate need of them. For compensation of their services, the Saiyans would receive technological advancements and a number of planets as well as slaves to cultivate their new lands.

The contract was indefinite. King Cold had convinced Vegeta's father that such an agreement would keep their races as allies. Vegeta had gone over a copy of the treaty and had found many things not to his liking. For instance, the Saiyans would not be able to collect their newly acquired lands until after King Cold had finished assessing the purged planets. Millions of planets, billions of light years, the Saiyans might never get the opportunity to collect. As for the promise of technological advancements, King Cold would only give them what he wanted to give them. They would not have the choice to choose.

Although the Saiyans had adapted to the tools of the Tuffles, other races including that of King Cold's, had surpassed the Tuffles' technological expertise. The Saiyans now had to rely on King Cold for new equipment.

In essence, the Saiyan race had become dependant of King Cold for they now were his servants.

Infuriated by this fact, Vegeta doubled his training regimen.

He had long since grown accustomed to training without a sparring partner. There was no other Saiyan on Vegetasia that could keep up with him, not even his father.

Much later, when sweat had soaked his body, he halted his training and blinked in surprise as he saw Kakarott standing near the doorway watching him. It was strange. Vegeta had not felt his presence in the room.

"Kakarott?"

His always-cheerful concubine smiled at him. "Hello, Vegeta."

How long has he been here? How much has he seen? His thoughts made him edgy.

"I do not want you here, Kakarott."

Kakarott's smile disappeared.

"You know better than to disturb me while I am training," Vegeta added, trying to ignore his crestfallen expression.

"You are very grouchy today, my prince," Kakarott told him.

"Humph," he crossed his arms and took in Kakarott's appearance. His tunic was dirty. He raised a brow in inquiry.

Kakarott's face flushed. "I fell down again. I'm so clumsy."

"You must be more careful Kakarott. You know that you are not as strong as the rest of us," Vegeta told him.

The young Saiyan lowered his gaze in embarrassment.

Vegeta saw no reason for his discomfort. He was weak. Why should he be ashamed of that? He was not a warrior. He was a concubine, a royal one, and Vegeta's consort at that. He had nothing to be ashamed of, as far as Vegeta was concerned.

"Kakarott."

The young Saiyan tilted his head.

"Leave."

"Why?"

"Do not question me, just do as I say," he ordered.

His consort's features hardened. Vegeta was surprised. He had never seen this side of Kakarott before. The younger Saiyan was clearly upset. The new addition to his usually merry demeanor fascinated Vegeta.

"Fine," Kakarott said through clenched teeth, "I'm going."

He turned towards the door, "I won't be coming back."

Vegeta narrowed his gaze. Such a childish threat, he thought in amusement.

"Very well," Vegeta said.

Dejectedly, Kakarott trudged out of the room.

Vegeta breathed a sigh of relief. Kakarott had shown an interest in his training. That did not bode well. He would have to plan a daily routine for him to keep his mind off fighting. It would lave to be a non-violent activity, something that would keep him occupied for hours…

Ah, yes. Vegeta grinned. That will do just fine.

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The servants in the kitchen kept a watchful eye on the prince's consort. To their amazement, the prince had given them orders to teach the Saiyan how to cook. So far, he was creating quite a mess, but whatever the prince had decreed, they would obey -even if it seemed rather odd.

There were two large kitchens in the palace, the lower kitchen and the royal kitchen. The food that was prepared in the lower kitchen fed the Saiyan warriors, while the royal kitchen prepared meals for the king, the prince, and their private entourage. The prince's concubine was in the lower kitchen. Apparently, the prince had not wanted his companion to ruin his digestion with his culinary skills.

The servants struggled to keep their minds on what they were doing, rather than what the Saiyan male was doing. He had so far provided them with an unending source of entertainment.

They gave him a raw slab of meat. He looked at it uncertainly and then announced, "I can't cook that…it'll burn."

The room filled with laughter. The young male could burn water he was so inept. He had already burned everything else that he had placed into his cooking pot, and now he was certain that he would destroy the meat as well.

What Saiyan wanted to see such a prime cut of meat go to waste? He picked up an armload of vegetables instead and dropped them into his pot. The vegetables vanished beneath the thick brown sludge that was supposed to be a sauce.

The servants had given him his own workspace, where he happily prepared his concoctions. Everyone complimented his creation -out of politeness of course, but it was hard to find fault with him. He was very friendly for a Saiyan.

"Cooking is more difficult than I thought," he said and wiped his brow with the back of his hand.

He eventually burned himself and had to go to the infirmary, something that he assured the servants that he could do on his own. They were worried that the prince would get upset if they were to let him go by himself. Kakarott convinced them that he would be all right.

In truth, he did not go to the infirmary. The place scared him. Instead, he went to the forest. He often spent his time there. Of course, he would never tell the prince that. Vegeta had given him strict orders not to leave the palace grounds, and although Kakarott would do nothing to anger his prince, he still longed for adventure.

Looking around to make sure that he was alone, Kakarott slowly rose into the air. He did not go over the treetops; he was still too close to the palace to risk doing that.

He flew towards the opposite rim of the forest. Guilt assailed him when he finally came upon the old hut in the forest. Maybe he should tell Vegeta.

He would kill me, he thought. No, it was better to keep his silence.

"Kakarott!"

He jumped as he heard his name.

"What are you doing standing outside there, gawking?" A gray haired Saiyan stood in the doorway of the hut.

"Hello, Gallaur," he cheerfully greeted the old male.

"Get in here before someone sees you."

Kakarott was sure that no one had noticed him enter the forest, but he did as the old Saiyan wanted. Gallaur was very paranoid.

"You smell like burnt crap," Gallaur told him, squinting through his eyes.

Kakarott rubbed the back of his head. "Yeah, I was in the kitchens today. I was supposed to cook, but I ended up burning all of the food."

"Cook?" Gallaur looked aghast. "Saiyans have no place in the kitchens! We're warriors!"

"I'm not a warrior, Gallaur."

Gallaur grumbled something coarse and said, "Right, you're the brat's little toy. I keep forgetting that."

Kakarott sweat dropped.

"Back in my day, when I was a commander, having a Saiyan as a bed companion was frowned upon. Slaves were more acceptable. Forcing a Saiyan to be one's concubine was considered demeaning."

Kakarott ducked his head. "I wasn't forced."

"You said the king made you go to Vegeta."

"That you choose to remember?" Kakarott pouted.

Gallaur hit him in the head.

"Ow!"

"Stop being a smart mouth!"

"Yes, sir."

Gallaur shook a big, knobby finger in his face. "I've never had a student as insolent as you!"

"You're not going to stop training me are you?"

"Don't be stupid," Gallaur snorted. He spat on to the dirt floor of the hut and straightened up to his full height. He towered several inches over Kakarott. "I have trained the greatest warriors on Vegetasia, including your father. I guarantee you Kakarott, by the end of today, you will be too tired to eat."

Kakarott doubted it. He was never too tired to eat.

"Power up, and don't power down until after your training is complete."

"Yes sir."

Kakarott found out that Gallaur had been right. By late evening, he was exhausted. He barely made it back to the palace unseen. Thankfully, the prince had not yet returned to his chambers. Too tired to eat, Kakarott managed to clean himself up before he collapsed into bed.

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There will definitely be some Yaoi action in the next chapter. ^_^