Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Vegeta's Gift ❯ Vegeta's confusion ( Chapter 2 )

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IF THIS ISN'T A CLEAR ENOUGH WARNING TO YOU FLAMERS! THEN YOUR BLIND! DON'T READ IF YOU DON'T LIKE MALE ON MALE!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own DBZ, I don't own the Characters, I don't own the clothing, the wardrobe, or the hair and make up.

THE GREAT AKAIKO: YYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII! MEN LOVING OTHER MEN SEXUALLY! IF THIS ISN'T YOUR CUP OF RAMON THEN GO SOMEWHERE ELSE! You have been warned.

Vegeta: Again, my mistress does not own anything that she claims to own and use. She doesn't own DBZ, she doesn't own her house, she doesn't own her car, and she doesn't own FF.Net.

Goku: Really? I thought she did.. . . .hmmm. How about the house boat?

Vegeta: Shut up baka.

THE GREAT AKAIKO: Okay okay fellas! While they kiss and make up *WINK* Lets continue this little ficklet!

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"Where is the rest of my payment sire?" Raditzu said, Vegeta's smile quickly turned into a frown of anger and hurt. What was his father talking about? "I see he showed you the good time I paid him for." "I paid him for." His father…had bought Raditzu to do that to him?

"Do not worry, you will be paid on your way out." Was his father's grunted reply, he didn't even look up from his meal of toast and oat meal.

Vegeta's attention turned to Raditzu who was bearing down on him, a smirk on his face. "Thanks for the best lay of my life." He whispered in the Prince's ear, his tail wondered over the prince's lithe body one last time, savoring every curve.

Speechlessly he watched the other Saiyan leave the privet dinning hall of the Royal family. He was leaving what the fuck. "Wait…" Vegeta said scarcely above a whisper. The last part of Raditzu's fine body he saw was that wickedly talented tail slipping through the door frame.

"Sit down, your breakfast is getting cold." King Vegeta said, his cheerfulness had obviously disappeared. Maybe it was because he could see his only child's heartbreaking before his eyes.

"What the FUCK!" Vegeta growled, slamming his fist into the innocent wall near the back entrance way, putting a fist sized hole into the marble.

"Watch your language young man!" The king growled, standing from his high backed chair. He glowered at his unruly son daring him to get violent with any other inanimate object in the hall. "Now sit down and eat before I send you to your classes with out breakfast!"

Vegeta complied reluctantly, a thousand questions flying through his head, heating his temper further. His father had paid for it all, hadn't he? All the nice words, all the compliments. Had he paid for Raditzu to act like he enjoyed it too? He felt so played.

"Stop looking at me like that!" King Vegeta snapped grouchily over his empty plates. "I did what my dad did for me, and what his father had done for him. I gave you a taste of what you are missing…you are old enough to take a mate now. If you want some bitch to fuck you blind every fucking night then go FIND them!"

"I can't believe you did that!" Vegeta growled low in his throat, his eyes narrowing at his father. He had always had the utmost respect for the powerful man, but what he had just done. . . . "I HATE you!" Vegeta stood from his chair at once, he couldn't possibly eat, he felt too sick with himself and his father.

Running from the dinning room he felt tears stinging his eyes. What had he expected? Really? He heard about things like this all the time; fathers buying hookers for their son's first lay. Saiyans aren't monogamous, they liked to fool around. Now really, did he expect something more than a one night stand? No. But he had never expected his father to pay someone to sleep with him.

He knew that last night was probably the only time something like that would happen with Raditzu. That wasn't what hurt, it was the fact that his father had set it all up. He was mortified. How many people knew? He felt dirty, his first time…he'd slept with a prostitute, someone who had sold out their own body for prophet!

His run slowed and he found himself leaning against the wall of a narrow hallway that was strictly for the servants use. Slumping to the floor he began to weep. How would he ever be able to face his father again after the embarrassment the king had inflicted upon his ego.

"Um?"

Vegeta nearly leapt out of his body armor. Scrambling to his feet he looked around wide eyed for the person who had just spoken. Drying his eyes he hopped they hadn't seen him crying.

"I don't mean to interrupt you…but could you move?" The voice sounded impatient and ill tempered. Vegeta's eyes fell upon a large basket of clothing moving up the hall.

"Talking clothing?" Vegeta whispered to himself in confusion, the large basket moving closer and closer.

"No you retard!" The basket shifted and a head popped around the side. It was a servant of early age, no older than sixteen. "Now move before I dump this shit on you!"

Vegeta moved, letting the boy pass. He wanted to get a good look, this punk was going to get his ass beat for treating a royal like that. Even if he didn't mind the rudeness himself, when his guards found out- and they always did- the boy would be in for a gang bang. "Do you know who the fuck I am!?" Vegeta huffed following the fast moving boy up the hall.

"Yeah yeah, 'I'm the Prince of all Saiyans, and you will respect me!'" The boy mimicked Vegeta in perfect tones. He could have passed for the prince himself.

Vegeta growled, but not because he was angry. This boy had guts, no one had ever mocked him before. "What's your name."

"Kakkarot."

Hn, that was a common name amongst the third class slaves. "Kakkarot…" But he like the name, it had spunk like the boy.

"Your highness…" He glanced to his right his eyes landing on a man that could have been the boy's twin. "Kakkarot, get out of the Prince's way!"

"Don't bother," Vegeta grunted, watching the boy squeeze past the man and into a run down room that must be an apartment of some kind.

"What has my son said to you your highness?" The man asked trying to sound polite despite the fact that he was glowering at his son who had come walking back past him after depositing his basket. "He hit his head when he was but a baby, I am afraid he doesn't have his wits about himself."

"Is that so…" Vegeta said eyeing the boy who was now leaning against the door frame, a smirk on his face. So this boy was a son of a servant…

"Why were you crying my prince," The boy said in mock sweetness, snapping Vegeta out of his thoughts at once. He had been so distracted with this brat that he had forgotten his disgrace…

The older man turned on his son and slapped him hard, knocking the smirk off of his face at once. "Shut up! Do you want to lose your head." The man turned to his prince and bowed again, "I am sorry for his stupidity. Please forgive him."

Vegeta frowned, "Don't hit the boy." He surprised himself with his words, why had he said that? The boy deserved to be beat silly; no one talked to their prince the way Kakkarot did.. "It is none of your business why I was crying whelp."

"Hey, I'm just a few years younger than you are! How dare you call me a whelp!" Kakkarot growled, earning another sharp hit from his father.

Vegeta growled slightly, there needed to be a change of subject before this boy got him mad and he decided he would beat the shit out of him- personally. "Are you cooking breakfast?" He referred this question to the father who nodded, bowing deeply in the limited space.

"Why ever do you ask your highness?"

The Prince rolled his eyes, he hated it when people were proper with him when they really didn't have any respect for him. He could tell that this man disliked him- for what was any one's guess. "Just answer the question," Vegeta sighed, crossing his arms over his chest hoping his stomach wouldn't rumble and embarrass him. He could smell the aroma of cooking meat wafting on the gentle breeze that swept through the hallway.

"Yes, you want to join us?" Kakkarot asked, that smirk back on his face once again.

Vegeta grunted, "I guess I will humble myself enough to eat with low class bakas…" He glowered at the father with this statement meaning it purely for the man. He didn't much like him, he could even say he hated him. For what he wasn't sure, but he knew he didn't like the way the man looked at him.

"Come on…dad has to work, so I'll be serving you today your highness." Kakkarot said taking the prince's hand and dragging him in to the stuffy apartment, past the glowering man.

"Kakkarot! Behave yourself!" The man growled to his son, "Please, Your highness, enjoy yourself and make yourself at home." He bowed once more before disappearing up the hall.

"Blah, I hate dad…" Kakkarot was muttering to himself while he wondered back through another doorway into what looked to be a kitchen. "Hey, make yourself at home! I guess. . . . I'll be done in here in a few!"

"How delightful…" Vegeta muttered to himself observing the general shabbiness of the living quarters. The room was about the size of a holding cell in the lower detention blocks and just about as despairing. There were sparse furnishings, most of which were either moldy or shredded by some unknown beast. The few chairs that were in tact looked to be old enough to crumble to dust. Carefully prince Vegeta took a seat in one, wincing when it gave an ungodly squeak. "What the hell am I doing here?"

"That is what I'm trying to figure out. What brings a fagot like you to the gutters?" Kakkarot said coming back into the living room with two plates in hand. He handed one to Vegeta and sat down on one of the molded couches.

Vegeta sniffed, examining the food with a careful eye. The bacon and eggs seemed to be a bit on the greasy side but it looked edible.

"Don't worry, Ditzu cooked it, it should be edible." Kakkarot said digging into his own food. Vegeta just grunted and started to dissect the eggs with his fork. "Ditzu can cook, he's the only one here that can! You're lucky you stopped by on his day to cook! Hmmm he was in a good mood this morning so I don't think he spit in the eggs like he usually does…"

Vegeta's eyes went to the eggs he was eating, feeling his stomach turn over in a queasy knot. "Spit?"

"I'm just kiddin' 'Geta…" Kakkarot said with a laugh, enjoying the look of disgust on his prince's face. "He was in a good mood this morning…I don't know why, he usually hates to stay here with us in the castle. I think it's 'cause he had a guy over this evening. They were pretty loud you know?"

Vegeta was starring at Kakkarot. In all his years, he had never heard anyone talk like this kid was. Maybe it was because his father discouraged commoners from speaking like this around him or because he beat the shit out of anyone who ever looked like they were going to be this base around his son. "Who's Ditzu?"

"Oh, he's my older brother…stupid big headed captain of the Royal Guard…he thinks he is so good because he can afford a house out in town! I bet if I wasn't a third classer I could guard the Royal Family too…"

"Really…" Vegeta said, he was enjoying Kakkarot's prattle, it made him feel like he was just another teenaged boy- sort of- and it was getting his mind off of his current problems. Hell he was enjoying everything about this quaint little trip, he was even starting to feel in better spirits again.

"No offense or anything Sire, but I think it would be so easy to just sit there and make sure you guess don't fall asleep and drown in your soup at your important luncheons." Kakkarot said slurping down the last of his meal.

Vegeta couldn't help but laugh out loud at that statement, "You're the only one I have ever met that has such views on politics! I swear its true though, half the time I'm worried that I'll just crash right there on the table and wake up with my father strangling me!" Vegeta roared with amusement, setting his plate down on a battered up table with Kakkarot's. He was still hungry but he had finished all the food that had been offered to him and he wasn't about to ask for more, it'd was rude.

Kakkarot looked confused but he was laughing too, "I'm looking for a job if you want to higher me as your personal guard!" Kakkarot said over cheerfully, playing along with the joke. "I could save you from boredom, I could save you from the common cold!"

Vegeta snickered, "You can save me from hunger and boredom! You'll be my jester! Amusement at a whim! And when I get hungry you could get your brother to cook for me!" It felt so weird to joke around like this. He hadn't ever had a chance to let it all hang out. He always had to be so polite and uptight around others.

"I'll save you from hunger right now! You can eat the rest of what my brother made and I will eat my own concoction…see I just saved you from food poisoning!"

When Kakkarot came back with another plate full of steaming hot food Vegeta took it from him and considered the boy. "Hey kid, are you good at cleaning?" He asked digging into the 'last bit of food' which was actually enough to feed a small army.

"I'm not a damned kid and yeah…I do most of the cleaning around here…why?"

Vegeta looked around at the moldy furniture in dismay, "I was thinking about hiring you…but with the way this place looks…"

"Hey…hey…don't even look at the furniture, I can't help it. We dug it out of the dumps cause we're too cheep to get new stuff. Other than that do you see anything with dust or dirt on it?"

Vegeta had to admit that everything else seemed to be absolutely spotless in here. "You must really want a paying job…you seem desperate." Vegeta commented

"Do I?" Kakkarot said laughing like an idiot.

"Yeah. . . but I like you. . . .you're funny. . . and I need someone to clean my room. I had to…get rid of the last room maid I had because she stool from me. . . .I trust you don't have sticky fingers."

"Hell no. . . .dad's sleepin' with some noble man . . . . . . . .ah . . . .hehehe . . . .dad gets me everything I need. We're just too cheep to get new furniture. I just want something to get me out of this damned gutter…something to keep me busy you know?"

"I know what you mean, I'd do anything to get out of my daily rut. . . .in fact . . .:" Vegeta glances at his wrist watch and sighs. He was supposed to be in class at that very moment, actually he was supposed to be there over a half an hour ago…where had the time gone? "I'm missing my classes for today, oh well…you want to come with me back to my rooms?"

"Why?" Kakkarot asked, his head tilting to one side.

"I've got a fighting ring there, maybe we could spar or something. What do you say, up to challenging your future king?"

Kakkarot's eyes narrow, "I'll kick your ass!" he growled, making Vegeta laugh heartily.

"Sure, what ever you say Karot . . . . ." He like that nick name, maybe it'll stick. If Kakkarot was half the Saiyajin he thought he was, he could really be friends with him.

"Don't call me that . . . . ."

The rest of the meal was finished in silence, the two boys busy glowering at each other. There was only one thing better than food and sex to the Saiyan race, and that was a good fight. The fact that Vegeta had just found himself a challenger outside of his normal regiment of elite warriors was exciting even if that challenger clamed to be nothing more than a weakling third class.

After helping Kakkarot clean up- he found out that doing dishes was much harder than it really looked- he left with the boy out of the "gutter" and back towards the Royal's quarters.

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Raditzu was walking with his father through the open air markets that thrived just on the other side of the castle's inner walls. His father had talked him into going with him, and for as long as he has been alive, he has never been able to argue his way out of anything with his father. Even now when he was twenty one and a captain in the Royal guards, his father held sway over his life.

It wasn't his idea to come home on his leave, his father had almost told him he was though, and that was as good as an order. Sighing he thought of the things he could be doing with his time right now. Sleeping, eating a shit load of food, sleeping around, getting drunk. Getting really really drunk and getting arrested for indecent exposure. He had to grin at the thought, that was how he was now Captain instead of Major like he used to be. He had ran around naked after getting wasted on his last leave period- so much damned fun! Although, that was probably why his father had told him he was going to be spending his leave with him.

"Radituz!"

His father's growl snapped him out of his pleasant thoughts. "Huh, oh what Father?" He said coming over to stand by his father who was in front of a vegetable stand now.

"Stop day dreaming!" Bardock snapped, turning back to examine a ripe looking orange squash. "Its disgusting and no son of mine will do it!"

"Yes father," Raditzu said rolling his eyes behind his father's back. Either Bardock was loosing his touch or he was too engrossed with the vegetables because he didn't reprimand Raditzu for rolling his eyes. Bardock always knew when he rolled his eyes behind his back.

"What ever you say," Raditzu said his eyes wondering over the different things for sale around him. Grinning wildly he spotted a porn shop and started for it He had just gotten paid a few days ago and the fact that he still had a full purse of gold was driving him nuts. Maybe he could kill two birds with one stone, he needed to get rid of some excess energy too.

Pushing the black curtain out of the way he entered nonchalantly, his nose twitching at the scent of sex on the air. It had been so long sense he had had a good hard fuck and the smells were getting to him. Biting his bottom lip he put his hands in his pockets. Adult stores like these were often a good place to get an easy lay, a lot of them even provided sexual relief at reasonable prices.

"Id kid," A rough looking man behind the counter barked, coming around from behind his register. Raditzu quickly pulled out his military identification card and handed it over. "Royal Guard Huh? You get a ten percent discount at Woodies. What can I do you for?"

Raditzu looked around for a menu of the services that this place provided and spotted a dirty list above the counter area. They had the regular things, blow job, lap dance, anal submissive and anal dominant, but it wasn't like the larger stores he had gone to before. They didn't offer orgies or multiple partner jobs and they had no mention of alien encounters. It was almost disappointing, he liked screwing earth woman; no stretching required.

"RADITZU! I can't believe you!"

The Captain nearly jumped out of his skin. Turning around he laid eyes on his very angry father. "I. . .um . .father?"

"Wondering into a den of perversion! You are SO going to get it when we get back to the house!" Bardock growled to his son as if he were but a cub again.

"You gonna let him talk to you like that?" A hooded figure in the store said, Raditzu felt his cheeks heating up. If Bardock were any other man he would have killed him for embarrassing him so. However, all he could do is turn and storm from out of the store trying to act mad.

"Quite a nice boy you got there," The hooded man said to Bardock who was glowering after his dirty minded little boy.

"It would be so if he could only grow some decency and some morals." Bardock grumbled, eyeing the stranger with a great deal of suspicion. The hooded figure was clothed in fine silks and velvets, obviously not a commoner. "What is a noble doing in the dog kennels?"

"Is it any of your business?" The man said, crossing his arms over his chest. "If you must know, I was here in search of a fine specimen of man for my son's 16th birthday."

Bardock grinned softly, "Ah, I see. Why shop here when you can choose from more.. . . .refined Saiyajins?"

"Because more refined Saiyajins don't know how to give pleasure as well as the gutter scum." The man said lowering his hood.

Bardock's eyes grew wide and he fell instantly to his hands and knees. Pressing his face to the dirty ground, "Hail the King, may he live forever in the house of Vegeta Sei."

"Get up you." The king said sounding quite irritated.

"Yes your highness," Bardock said bounding to his feet.

"Don't call me that, I am nothing more than a man who wants to make a bargain." The king said withdrawing his purse.

Bardock stared, mouth agape like a large mouthed bass. "Yes sir." He gulped catching a glimpse of at least a hindered gold pieces. There had to be more money in that purse than he has ever seen in his whole life.

"I'd like to hire your son for my boy. . . ." The king said pulling a group of five coins from out of the purse. "Does ten gold sound fair? Half now, the other half latter?"

The father greedily took the gold, stuffing it into his own purse. "Yes sire, it sounds better than fair!" Bowing deeply once again he tried to hide the giddiness that was growing in his chest. He was RICH. Richer than his stupid aristocratic boy friend was! He could move out of the castle on the amount of gold the king had just given him.

"Good, good, what is your son's name. He looks familiar to me."

Grinning Bardock bowed again, "It is Raditzu Sire, he is the Captain of your Guard." He said fiercely proud of his son's position.

"Ah yes. . . .I remember him now, he was the one who went streaking through the castle drunk a few months ago. He sure is well built, Vegeta should like that. Make sure your son is at the party at Seventeen hundred sharp, and he should wait until after the party is concluded. If he screws this up I won't pay the last five gold. Agreed?"

Bardock would have agreed with anything the king said, even if it was outrageously absurd. "Yes Sire, I will give him strict instructions. You'll see, he will be the best thing that ever happened to your son." Bardock said bowing a few more times, watching the king pull his hood back up and leave the building.

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"I normally fight with Napa, Broli and my father…but…I guess they are going to have to take a back seat. I want you to hold nothing back you understand me?"

"I won't, you can count on that," Kakkarot said cracking his knuckles. Walking with Vegeta through a massive steal clad door he looked around in awe. "This is your training grounds?" It was unlike anything he had seen out in town or even in the castle for that matter.

Inside the room grew a lush forest, trees, flowers, birds nesting in open view. There were floating platforms above their heads and a few steal plates imbedded in the earth. They looked to be the fighting rings that Vegeta had been referring to.

"How do you like it?" Vegeta asked, a grin playing over his features when he glanced back over at his friend.

"Wow…I haven't ever seen a tree before…how do you grow them?" Kakkarot asked nearly jogging to the nearest plant life. Trees, and anything green for that matter were a rare sight this far south on planet Vegeta. Trees and such usually only grew in the artic areas and near large bodies of water.

"Hn…we had them transplanted from Nonrom Village up north. All they really need is lots of water." Vegeta said indicating the large waterfall and the river further on in the room.

"That is so cool…" Kakkarot said jumping up onto one of the hovering stone rings, turning his back to the prince. "You know…I have this sudden urge to piss on one of them…hm that's weird don't you think?"

He never saw his prince coming.

The prince leapt up behind Kakkarot, landing silently upon the stone work. Rearing back he aimed a punch for the back of Kakkarot's head. His fist made contact and Kakkarot went flying to the ground bellow them.

"Owch…" Kakkarot groaned landing flat on his face.

"Stop eating dirt, get off your ass and come fight me!" Vegeta taunted bouncing on the balls of his feet, getting his blood flowing.

The younger Saiyan growled, leaping back up to the plate, his tail waving in agitation behind him. Vegeta's eyes came to it at once and a sly smile came to his face. "That was a dirty trick Vegeta!" Kakkarot hissed, his anger boiling over in his voice. "You best believe I am going to get you for that!"

Vegeta nodded, his face becoming serious when he dropped down into his fighting stance. "Bring it!"

Kakkarot flew forward at an amazing speed, kicks and punches flying. Vegeta was taken aback, he hadn't expected the boy to be able to move as fast as he was. He was actually having a hard time keeping up, this never happened with his other sparing partners. Growling deep in his throat he doubled his efforts to drive Kakkarot back, to at least land a punch.

An exhausting hour latter the teens collapsed to the floor, huge smiles playing over their faces. "That was the hardest fight I had ever had in my life!" Kakkarot said in between sharp pants for air. He sat up slowly, grunting at the effort. "Who won? Ah…it doesn't matter! I won't be able to walk tomorrow!"

Vegeta heaved a sigh, sitting up himself, the work out had really made him feel better and he could help but grin at his sparing partner. Kakkarot was sweaty and bloody, covered in the weird gold flecked dirt of the fighting hall. "You know that dirt doesn't wash off?" Vegeta said, beginning to laugh at the look on Kakkarot's face.

"What do you mean it doesn't wash off?" Kakkarot said whipping at the grim on his face, which only smeared and seem to cling harder to his skin.

"Its mica, the shit doesn't come off easily…hell I still have clothes that are stained yellow from the crap…can't go out in the sun with them on, cause the minerals catch the light. I look gay with sparkles all over me…" Vegeta said nodding at the way Kakkarot seemed to sparkle in the sunlight that was filtering in through the over head skylights.

Kakkarot pushed himself to his feet and took off through the air, Vegeta watched him wondering what the idiot was doing.

"HEY! You can't bathe in that!" Vegeta said launching himself into the air as well. Kakkarot was disrobing at the edge of the clear waters of the river. "What do you think you're doing?" He asked sounding more pissed than he really was. He just couldn't believe someone would just jump into a river naked like Kakkarot was planning on doing. Hell, there were bathing chambers just on the other side of this river.

Kakkarot grinned up at his prince. "What's the matter? Haven't you ever…?"

"Ever what? You are behaving like a barbarian!" Vegeta growled, his face flushing at the sight of Kakkarot's naked body.

"Chill out…" Kakkarot said with a laugh, pushing Vegeta into the ice cold stream.

Vegeta sputtered to the surface, hair falling out of it's flame shape to hang in his eyes. "Kakkarot…" He swam to the edge of the stream where the younger boy was laughing his head off. Snatching Kakkarot's ankle he yanked the boy into the water as well, tackling and rolling with him under water.

"Now that's more like it!" Kakkarot gurgled struggling to surface, his own hair drooping from the weight of the water in it. "Relax, it's not like any one'll see you."

"Any one WILL see you," Growled a gruff voice behind the boys. Vegeta turned quickly, finding his old sparing partner, Nappa, on the banks. "Finally deciding to let your hair down?"

Kakkarot grinned slightly, "Who's this big ugly ox?" Vegeta's eyes went wide, no one had ever talked that way about Napa to his face.

"This big ugly ox is Nappa, Vegeta's regular sparing partner. I'm Sergeant Major of the Royal Guards, which means I am in charge of them all." He said squatting down on the edge of the banks, "What gutter did the prince drag you out from, rat?"

Vegeta couldn't hear his ears, Napa was joking around with his young friend. "He ran into me this morning, he hadn't had breakfast yet so I fed him. Then he hired me to be his maid, then we decided to do some sparing."

"Really? Are you anything like your older brother Raditzu? He's a great Captain and damned powerful."

Raditzu? This kid was related to Raditzu? Vegeta couldn't see any resemblance, but then again he probably wasn't looking close enough. For some reason just knowing that Kakkarot was related to Raditzu and that heart ache made him dislike his new friend.

"I guess I am like him, my dad says I am any ways."

"You look a lot like your brother," Nappa said, his eyes drifting to the prince, "Your father wanted to speak to you. He sent me to fetch you. Why don't you go get changed? I will tell him to expect you in an hour."

He didn't want to talk to his father, but then again, he didn't want to be around Kakkarot now that he knew his relationship to Raditzu. His bad mood was coming back, stronger than ever before. "Fine, I'll meet him in my rooms. Kakkarot, report to these sparing grounds at precisely eight, don't be late or I will have you arrested." He said coldly, his eyes narrowing at the anger he felt towards the boy and his family.