Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Vegeta's Gift ❯ Vegeta's mate Under Arrest! ( Chapter 5 )

Vegeta struggled against' Kakkarot's cold hands, he had awoken to hear men shouting and feet pounding through the once quiet house. He didn't know what was going on, but he knew he didn't like it. He could feel Raditzu's mind in his, he could feel the fear, the anger and there was something else. Regret?

Throwing Kakkarot off of him he sat up, seeing his father a few meters away. There were solders everywhere, wrecking the once comfortable room. Raditzu stood off to the side, his hands in cuffs, struggling against rough looking guards.

"What's going on?" Vegeta growled, tugging at the leash which was still attached to his collar. Reaching up he unclipped it and stood up. He wasn't abashed any more, it wasn't like his father and a hand full of these men hadn't seen him naked before. "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!"

All the commotion stopped and every eye was on the prince. "Someone tell me right the fuck now, what is going on." The Prince growled, his voice low and dangerous.

The king came before him almost at once, wrapping a towel around him. "I'm so sorry Vegeta, I failed you. I couldn't stop him. . . "The king said, tears flooding his normally cold eyes. "That son of a bitch over there kidnapped you and raped you."

Vegeta glanced to Raditzu who growled loudly at the accusation. "THIS IS INSANITY!" Vegeta howled, shoving past his father to the guards who had Raditzu detained. "Raditzu didn't kidnap me, I went willingly, and you can be as sure as hell, there was no rapping. I enjoyed ever second of it! Let him go right now, and that is an order!"

The guards regarded the prince with pity. "Sire, I don't think your son is in his right mind any more, that beast bonded him." Kakkarot said, getting nods from the solders who were standing around him.

Vegeta growled and punched one of the guards as hard as he could, square in the jaw. "LET RADITZU GO RIGHT THE FUCK NOW!"

"Watch your words son," The king said coldly, nodding to one of his body guards. The man moved quickly, restraining the irate prince. "The sentence is to be carried out a month from now. I want to make sure. . .that this bastard," He walked up to the long haired Saiyan and back handed him hard, drawing blood. "Didn't get my son pregnant."

Raditzu spat blood, one of his teeth loose now thanks to the king. "Sire, I love your son, and I respect you. But you are being an ass, and you are being manipulated by my brother. If you can't see that, than god have mercy on your damned soul because Kakkarot won't."

The king growled and punched Raditzu in the stomach, smirking when the long haired punk crumpled to the floor.

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Raditzu groaned, his hand going to his aching stomach. Wincing he sat up, he must have passed out after the shot to his liver because he was now laying on a flat board protruding from a filthy wall. Looking around he sighed in contempt of his new surroundings. Jail, just great, he was in jail. When he got out of here he was going to strangle the king until he had some sense in that pea sized brain of his.

"Hey sleeping beauty, glad to see you're up."

Raditzu glanced to the other side of the room wondering who dared to call him that. "Broli," He said as if it didn't surprise him. "What are you doing in here this time?"

"Why, Captain! I'm innocent!" Broli exclaimed, putting on a fake look of hurt. "I cant believe that my OIC doesn't have any faith in his Sergeant By the way, you look good in prison orange, really brings out your eyes."

Raditzu chuckled, "I guess that means drunk and disorderly?"

"Bingo," Broli said tapping his nose and winking. "Got drunk and fucked a hot little piece of ass right outside the bar. They enjoyed the show right before they threw me in here. Wanna little nip? I still have some left in my flask." The wild looking Saiyan soldier withdrew a brightly polished bottle and tossed it to Raditzu who gladly took a swig.

"Fuck, what is this shit!" Raditzu choked, the liquid burning all the way down to his gut. Sniffing the flask he winced, "Earth liquor again! How many times have I told you that this stuff is illegal on Vegeta Sei?"

"Hey, Vodkas good for you. Besides, you aren't innocent yourself Cap'n. So what did you do to get thrown in here so beaten? It looks like someone ran you through a meat grinder and put you back together afterwards." Broli said snatching the flask back from his commanding officer, taking a good swig for himself. He was supposed to be sleeping it off, but screw that right?

"I slept with the prince, obviously that must be a crime because the king did this to me." Raditzu spat bitterly, the liquor doing little to nothing to get the bitter taste of blood and hate out of his mouth.

"Man, you slept with that ice queen?" Broli hooted, slapping his knee. "I hit on him once, don't you remember? When I was a guard for his fifteenth birthday party? The little bastard had my rockers taken away. Busted me back down the damned Sergeant. After I had finally reached Gunny too! My mate was so fucking pissed with me!"

"If you had left when I had told you to, it wouldn't have happened Broli. Hell if you would have listened to half of my advice you would be a captain with me." Raditzu sighed, if he had listened to his father. . .he growled at the thought. He hated his father and he hated his little brother. Even though, if he had listened to his father, he would have given up on seeing Vegeta again, and he wouldn't be here.

"Whacha growlin about?" Broli said glowering at his friend. "I know I haven't had a bath in a few days, but you don't have to get offensive. I'm offensive enough for the both of us!"

Raditzu sniffed the air and sighed, "That isn't it! My damned brother set me up! He's the reason why I am here!" He got to his feet, pacing the small cell. "When I get out of here I am going to strangle him with his own intestines!" He slams his fist into the back wall stirring up dust and scaring a few rats.

"That little psychopath? Karot right?" Broli said with an understanding nod. He had only met the boy once, but Kakkarot had given him the creeps and things usually didn't freak him out. "If ya want, I could help you. I have a few bones to pick with 'im myself."

"Really?" Raditzu said pausing to consider his friend. "Why do you want to kill the little sicko?"

"Remember? It raid a few days ago. . .it was probably his fault!"

Raditzu laughed, shaking his head, Broli was trying to cheer him up and calm him down. "I can't believe this." He muttered to himself, going to the bars that now defined the edge of his world. "They are going to executed me in a MONTH for this!"

"Really? Why don't you tell me what happened?" Broli said patting the hard wooden pallet beside him, inviting his old drinking buddy to join him.

Raditzu shrugged his shoulders reluctantly, his long hair shifting with the movement. "Fine, but you had better give me some more of that Vodka. I feel a head ache coming on."

Broli handed over his flask and put his arm around Raditzu's shoulders, "Drink all you want, I don't need it any ways."

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Kakkarot sat within Vegeta's chambers with the Prince while the broken window was repaired. The king had personally promoted him to the Prince's aid for valor in battle, and after Raditzu's execution, he was going to be trained by the King personally. He was going to become a royal guard, a captain as a matter of fact; he'd be replacing his brother's position.

He and the Prince had just arrived in the Royals rooms, but already that pacing was driving him nuts. It wasn't enough that he had to dress the irate prince, then drag him back while his father attended to Raditzu.

Frowning, Kakkarot watched Vegeta pace the length of his spacious room. He didn't like this behavior, he should probably put a stop to it. But he wasn't, not quite yet any ways. "Your highness. . ."

The prince had been on an emotional roller coaster ever sense his father had taken his anger out on Raditzu's unconscious body. Vegeta wouldn't listen to a word Kakkarot said sense the king dragged Raditzu to the castle, naked and bleeding, through the middle of the town. Vegeta just couldn't seem to get around the fact that people had spat on Raditzu and shouted filthy slang words for child molester. Why, Kakkarot couldn't see, Raditzu deserved every bit of it.

Vegeta growled and rounded on the young teen. "HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO YOUR OLDER BROTHER!" He howled, rearing back to punch that grin off the bastard's face.

Kakkarot easily blocked the shot and growled himself, "Sit down Vegeta, now." He pointed to a chair, his fist tightening around Vegeta's small fist. The sounds of bones grinding against each other filled the space between them. If the Prince didn't obey, Kakkarot was going to break them. "Enough is enough, I am getting tired of this behavior."

Wincing, Prince Vegeta took back his hand and sat in the chair. He hated to be ordered around by this cold, mean boy. "Why, why did you do it Kakkarot?" Vegeta questioned, tears coming to his eyes. He wanted to see Raditzu, but Kakkarot had told him that his father would not let him.

"Because Raditzu is sick," Kakkarot said, crossing his legs and leaning back in the chair he occupied. "Do you need an explanation, of course you do. Raditzu is a sexual deviant. He gets a thrill out of getting his hands on young, sexually ignorant boys like yourself. The less accessible they are the more of a thrill it is for him to fuck them. You, I am sorry to say, happen to be the most inaccessible boy in this whole world."

Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest, pretending to believe the crap Kakkarot was trying to feed him. There was no way that Raditzu was like that, he was so sweet, so loving. He had cried when Vegeta had marked him as his mate. No sexual predator would be that sensitive. Besides, Kakkarot had already shown himself to be unreliable by framing his brother.

"I should know, he molested me, right under our father's nose." Kakkarot growled, his hand coming to his mouth, his eyes becoming glazed over. Was he gnawing on his hand?

"Raditzu wouldn't do that!" Vegeta growled, standing from his chair. "I'm going to see my mate and you are going home. I don't want to see you any were near my quarts ever again. If I find you lurking around I will have you locked up in the brig."

"I will not leave, I have orders from your father," Kakkarot said with a nasty grin. Reaching out he captured the Prince's wrist. "I know you don't believe me Vegeta, but he will show himself soon. Especially if you are pregnant with his brats. As soon as he finds out you're pregnant he will move on, he will dump you like excrement. When that happens, I will be here for you to come crying to. Why not make the smart decision right now and side with me. I could make you a very happy man."

Vegeta felt sick to his stomach. Yanking his arm out of Kakkarot's grip he said nothing but left his room as quickly as he could.

While he fled from his chambers, he was surprised to find he was crying. Why did this seem so familiar? Sniffling he scrubbed his eyes, slowing to a walk. Glancing around he found himself navigating towards the holding center.

Raditzu would be able to clear this all up, Raditzu will confirm what he already knew about Kakkarot.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Vegeta turned to find his father watching him from the other end of the hallway. Turning towards the stairs that would lead down from the finer part of the castle to the dirty, old, prisons, Vegeta ignored his father. Why should he talk to a man who was horrible enough to lock his one true love away?

"VEGETA!" King Vegeta shouted, there was a clatter when the books the King had been holding fell to the floor. "Get your tail back here right now!" Heavy foot falls indicated to the Prince's sharp ears, that his father was chasing after him.

Glancing over his shoulder the prince began to run. His father could catch him when he was younger, but ever sense his war with Lord Furiza, his right leg hasn't been in the best of shape. "Leave me alone father!" He shouted, keeping his eyes forward, he could see the fist check point bellow at the base of the ladder well.

The guard called a weak halt that didn't even catch the attention of the royals who raced through the open gate and into the detention center.

"WHEN I CATCH YOU VEGETA, I AM GOING TO TAN YOUR HIDE SO HARD YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO TAKE A COCK FOR A YEAR!" The king screamed in rage, his ki flaring around him.

Vegeta turned down a darker hall, trying to keep his footsteps from echoing, trying to control his breathing. He could hide if his father didn't hear him or see him. Hitting a dead end he turned around and waited.

If his father found him . . .

Listening to the thundering foot falls of his father, Vegeta held his breath. 'Please let him pass, please gods, please!' The king's shadow danced on the wall at the end of the hall way but it didn't move forward or backwards.

Scooting himself further back into the shadows he found his way under the decorative plate mail display stand. His father walked into the intersection of the hallways, his angry eyes sweeping the hallway towards were Vegeta hid.

With a low growl, the king started towards Vegeta, his tail snapping the air behind him. "Vegeta, come out from under there, it's got to be filthy!" He said through clenched teeth. Coming to a stop before his son and the plate mail he crossed his arms, waiting for obedience.

"Not unless you promise not to kill Raditzu!" Vegeta growled back, his tail wrapping itself around an exposed sewage pipe behind him, his arms looping around the wooden support beam that ran up through the display stand and the armor above.

"Stop acting like a baby!" King Vegeta growled, kneeling down he grabbed his son's tail and uncurled it from around the pipe, dragged his son out. Howling in pain the prince kicked and bit his father, struggling to get away. He only earned a kick from his father's gold tipped boot. "BEHAVE YOURSELF YOU BRAT!" Dropping Vegeta's tail he stepped back and waited for Vegeta to gather himself.

"I hate you," Vegeta whispered, looking up to his father from his spot on the ground. "I hate you so much."

"I am trying to save you from heart ache Vegeta, but all you are doing is giving me a damned headache! Do you understand that?" The king said, glowering down at his filthy son, he couldn't believe his sixteen year old son would be acting this way. "Kakkarot told me all about Raditzu, he isn't the type of person you want around. He is sick. Do you understand that?"

Vegeta scrambled to his feet. His father may have been taller than him, and stronger than him, but he was not going to let him talk about his mate like that. "Kakkarot's the sick one!" He slapped his father just as the King had slapped Raditzu. "Kakkarot framed Raditz with kidnapping! Father, listen to me!" Grabbing the king's broad shoulders, he shook the king, hoping the rattle some sense into him.

Rubbing his aching jaw, King Vegeta regarded his son. "Kakkarot said you fought to get away, and that he helped you. The evidence in your rooms tells me that he is telling the truth. Who shall I believe, my son who is acting like a cub or Kakkarot who has kept a level head on his shoulders the whole time? Further more, I break into that bastard's house out in town and find you tied to his bed and beaten bloody. Who am I to believe, you tell me Vegeta."

"You ought to believe your own flesh and blood!" Vegeta said, tears stinging his eyes, "Father, I was tied to his bed because I let him, we had been using that leash. . ." He blushed faintly, his eyes going to the floor and his feet.

"That just goes to show you, Vegeta, Raditzu isn't all the way there." The king points to his head and sighs. Reaching out for his son he takes him into his arms. "Look, Vegeta. You will see before the end of the week that I have made a wise decision. You may hate me now, but when you get this guy out of your system, you'll see. When you finally find the truth, I'll be here and Kakkarot will too. He is a very bright young man, matable material."

So that was it then, his father believed Kakkarot because he had a silver tongue and the evidence all pointed that way any ways. So that was it then, his father thought that he and Kakkarot would make good bond mates. So that was it then.

Pulling away from his father Vegeta put on a smile, "You're right Father. I'll see."

"There's my son." The king said with a smile of his own. Running a hand through his son's hair he turned to go. "Well then, lets go say good bye to that poor sick Saiyan, shall we?"

Vegeta tilted his head, looking confused. "What do you mean?" Vegeta said flatly, trying to keep the tears from his eyes.

"Lets go tell Raditzu the truth." The king said holding out his hand to his son. Reluctantly Vegeta took it, walking alongside his father. They took a right turn at the end of the hallway, going strait back to the very end of the first floor holding cells. At the very last one the king stopped and drew out a set of keys.

There was the sharp sound of rust against rust when the key slid home, then the clank of cogs rolling against each other. The door sprang open and inward. The king pushed his way through the opening, dragging Vegeta behind him. Beyond the locked door was a row of bars. Behind the bars. . .Raditzu.

Vegeta's eyes filled with tears and his father pushed him forward, made him stand before him.

"Vegeta?" Raditzu said bounding up from the bench he had occupied next to his friend Broli. Going to the bars he reached through them, wanting nothing more than to touch his crying mate. "What's wrong?"

Vegeta danced away from Raditzu's touch, his eyes going back to his father. The king just nodded, his arms crossing over his well built chest. The prince took a deep breath, his eyes turning cold and hard.

"Raditzu, Kakkarot told me all about you. How dare you take advantage of me in such a way." Vegeta said, his voice as cold as death. Stepping forward reached through the bars and grabbed the stunned Saiyan's shirt, dragging him closer to the bars. "I will kill you myself for your crimes. For tricking me."