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Fated	By : animeslave18 Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3309 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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WARNINGS: Some violence, mentioning of yaoi

A/N: This one…I think I’ve been working on for a year or so now…maybe longer. A couple years give or take. This story is also slowly progressing and am still working on it. It will get finished no matter what! I am determined! O.o I ‘think’ it’ll be quite long, but…it could be shorter. I don’t really have plans for it yet. I have an idea of where to go from where I left off, but I could ruin it just as easily. Suggestions are welcome for this one as well. Not quite sure how to end it, but I do have an epic climatic plot going on. Inspiration came from the story Life is Ironic by Vegetaswriter. :) I thought the whole concept was a good idea and I thought of what else I could do with that and this is what I’ve come up with.

Summary: A man rumored to be the most feared in the country comes for a child said to be His fated one. What will become of this child and who is this divine being?

Fated One

A newborn baby’s cry could be heard from a straw hut as all the people from the village gathered around it. The people murmured as they discussed the situation in front of them and of the child’s fate. An older man stared down at a woman that laid still on a bed and blood pooled around her lower body. The man clenched his hands into fists at the horrid scene and his anguish doubled listening to the whispers around him.

“Did the mother make it?”

“Can’t you tell? She isn’t moving.”

“What will happen to the baby?”

“Maybe his grandfather will take him in. After all, the child has no other family.”

“What about his father?”

“Didn’t you hear? The man died from an illness no one could cure.”

“It’s almost as if it was meant to be.”

“What are you saying? It’s bad enough his parents are dead. Must you make the situation worse?”

“I’m only stating the obvious. After all, he was chosen.”

“The Gods have planned this. They knew the child would be alone and therefore wouldn’t feel any regret when he eventually leaves.”

“Perhaps that’s for the better.”

The old man tuned out the whispers and turned his attention to the crying infant. Hiding his anguish, his eyes became determined as he advanced towards the cradle of hay where the baby laid. He attempted to calm the child, but the baby only cried louder.

“What will he do with the mother?”

“Bury her of course. He can’t just leave her to rot where she lies.”

“Perhaps we should help him…”

“No way I’m helping! That child will eventually betray us one day. So why should I do an act of kindness when he could eventually kill me? If you ask me, he should burn the woman and get rid of her vengeful spirit so she won’t taint our village.”

“Indeed. They’re cursed anyway.”

“How can you say that? They didn’t choose their fate.”

“So? We don’t need the likes of that being showing its face around here. It’ll bring bad luck.”

“But we must appease Him. Otherwise, He’ll destroy us all.”

Just when the old man couldn’t take the gossip any longer, the whispers changed.

“He’s coming.”

“Already? The child was just born.”

“Perhaps He won’t take him yet.”

“I hope He does. The village would be a lot better off without them.”

The whispers died as the crowd dispersed to let someone through. A young man that appeared to be around twenty years old, wearing middle class clothing, and a permanent scowl strutted forward and stopped once inside the hut. He took in the scenery around Him and His gaze stopped on the unmoving woman on the bed. “What an unfortunate loss.” He stated to no one in a blank tone. Then, His gaze moved to the crying child in the straw cradle. He slowly advanced towards the baby, ignoring the old man standing next to it.

The old man narrowed his eyes at the stranger. “Are you Him?”

The man ignored the other’s question and stared at the child with a tired and unsure look. “Is this the child that is to be given to me?”

The old man sneered at the stranger and averted his gaze to his grandson. “So it’s been told.”

The man narrowed His eyes as the child’s loud crying continued to hurt His ears. He brought up a hand and placed it on the child’s head and in his untamed hair to comfort him. The baby’s cries lessened and more so when the man slid His hand to the child’s cheek. The infant stopped his crying altogether and nuzzled into the warm hand next to him. The man’s stern features seemed to soften at the infant’s reaction as He rubbed his thumb over the child’s forehead. The infant was so small and fragile; the man thought for sure that the Gods were mocking Him for making Him take such an innocent life against His harsh demeanor.

The old man frowned at his grandson’s reaction to the stranger before him. Suppose it was meant to be. After a few minutes of watching the stranger bond with his newborn grandson, he harshly interrupted it. “When will You come for him?”

The man was brought out of His thoughts and He frowned as He reluctantly stared down at the old man. “Who are you to this boy?”

The old man stood a little straighter. “His grandfather. The boy’s only family.”

The man’s features softened a bit, then reset to His normal look. “I will check on the child every eight years and I will come for him when he is grown.”

The grandfather tensed. “That could be any time after his eighteenth year! How will I know when You will take him away from me?!”

After staring at the tired infant for a moment, the man decided not to waste anymore of His words on the man who called His fated one’s guardian and turned to leave. The shouts of fury and whispers followed Him into the cool evening as He disappeared into the night.

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“I said you can’t pass!” A tall boy exclaimed as he hit another to the ground, causing the empty pails to fall from the boy’s shoulders. His friends behind him circled the boy with untamed hair on the ground as the tall one set a foot on the boy’s back. “Our drinking water isn’t for the likes of you! You can go home and drink the dirt on your floor instead!” He added pressure to his foot as the child on the ground groaned at the pain.

One of the boys surrounding him bent over a bit. “Or you can drink the dirt here. Either way, it’s tainted wherever you walk.” The boy kicked the child.

Another decided to add his insult. “Yeah and when you’re hungry, you might as well eat the straw that the livestock eat. Since you’re not even worthy to eat the food that we work so hard to harvest.” Another kick to the child’s ribs.

The boy on the ground did nothing as the onslaught continued. He was used to it. To him, this was how the village accepted him. It was better than being ignored…or was it better to be ignored? After all, he had his grandfather to care for him; the only man in the entire village that treated him like a human being. He knew why they treated him this way. His grandfather told him that he was to be given to a strange being when he became of age and would be visited by Him every eight years. It’s been eight years since his birth and the boy was still waiting for the being to appear to him. At first, the boy didn’t see why it was a bad thing to be chosen for such an opportunity, but, as he got older, his grandfather told him it was because the people were afraid of the being that was coming for him. Some said He was the devil, a curse, or death itself. However, these were just rumors. He would be the judge of who was coming for him. As odd as this may sound, the boy has already accepted his fate. His grandfather didn’t know what he was chosen for, nor did he know when he will be taken away. Although, would it be such a bad thing to be taken away from this place? A place where no one cared for him nor cared for his fate with the being said to take him away? He can accept that. Somehow, he has a feeling he wouldn’t miss it at all.

Suddenly, the wind picked up viciously; it was hot against the beaten child’s skin. For a moment, he thought there was a fire nearby and the wind merely swept the heat in their direction. However, when the boy looked up, the children around him took a few steps away while they were staring in horror at something behind him. At first, the child was afraid to see what was behind him, but curiosity getting the better of him; he cautiously turned to look. A stern looking man with flame shaped hair and wearing middle class clothing stared down at the children with hate. Despite the warm air, the gruff words that the man spoke made the boy shiver. “Heed my words you low-life scum. If you so much as look at this child wrong or give him such treatment again, I’ll string you up by your intestines and you will watch your village burn while you slowly fade away from this world.” The man narrowed His eyes at the scared boys, whom immediately took off screaming.

The boy, who was still on the ground, watched the children flee as the man standing over him studied his appearance. “Stand up, boy.” The child flinched at the man’s words as he turned his fearful gaze to Him. The man looked at him with determination and curiosity. When he didn’t reply to the stranger’s words, He repeated them with more ferocity. “I said stand!” The boy flinched at the demand, but attempted to do what the man said.

The boy rested on his hands and knees and groaned at the aching in his ribs and back. He hoped nothing was broken. Breathing heavily through the pain, he ignored it and tried to stand. The man waited patiently for the injured boy to do what He said as He watched him with a bit of pride. When the boy finally made it to his feet, he was only able to stand for a moment before he collapsed again. However, the man caught him before he hit the ground and let him rest on his knees. The boy panted at his exertion. “I’m sorry, sir. I haven’t eaten in two days. I was heading to the well to fetch water for me and my grandfather, but the village children wouldn’t let me. My grandfather used to do it, but now he’s so weak…I thought it was best for me to get it.”

The stranger’s eyes tensed at the boy’s words. “Well, it wouldn’t be any good for you since you haven’t eaten anything.” The child wasn’t sure, but it seemed the next words weren’t for him. “Is this how they repay my trust? By abusing the very reason I’m here? The reason in which I’ll destroy them all if they didn’t treat you fairly and give to me willingly?” The boy looked at the man in confusion as the stranger carefully picked him up and carried him back up the path he came.

The child looked back at the well. “But sir, the water…”

The stranger kept on walking. “Not to worry. I’ll get it for you later. For now, you need food and rest.” The boy stared at the ground in his failure to bring water to his grandfather. “What’s your name?” The stranger asked as He stared ahead and kept His slow pace. He didn’t seem to be too worried about his well-being; otherwise, He’d be in a hurry to get him to their destination.

The boy couldn’t look at that stern gaze and kept his eyes to the moving ground. “Kakarot.”

The stranger narrowed His eyes in thought. “Hn. I suppose that name will do.”

Kakarot looked up at the scoffing tone. “Well, what’s Your name?”

The man hesitated as He answered. “I have many names, but for now you may call me Vegeta.”

Kakarot raised an eyebrow. “Vegeta, huh? I guess that will do.” He teased.

Vegeta looked to the boy in His arms in slight surprise, but recovered quickly and smiled at the humor of the conversation. The longer Kakarot was at rest, the more exhausted he felt. He relaxed into the man’s arms and rested his head against a hard, but comfortable shoulder. The boy couldn’t help but notice how warm the man felt. Almost too warm. He was brought out of his hazy thoughts when they reached the straw hut at the edge of the village. There was a gasp when they appeared at the door-less entrance as Kakarot’s grandfather saw who was carrying his grandson. A moment passed before the man could speak. “K-Kakarot! What happened?!” The old man rushed over as quick as he could to take his grandson from the man who last visited when his grandson was born.

Kakarot was quickly taken from Vegeta as the grandfather held him protectively. For a moment, Vegeta wondered how weak the man was if he was strong enough to hold the boy, then again, the child was so light; it was like carrying a feather pillow. He frowned at how frail the boy appeared and noticed other marks on his body that signified that this was not his first beating.

Kakarot’s face appeared disappointed again. “I’m sorry, grandpa. I didn’t get any water.”

The old man forgot all about the water. “Oh, don’t worry about it. We’ll get it later.”

The boy looked to Vegeta for a moment, but decided not to put the chore on His shoulders and nodded. However, Vegeta would be damned if He did nothing. “I’ll fetch it for you. Gohan, I need to have a word with you.” He gestured outside as He waited for the old man to respond.

The old man nodded again and set his grandson on his feather bed. “Now listen, Kakarot. I need you to stay here and rest for me, alright? I’ll tend to you afterwards.”

Kakarot watched as his grandfather made his way towards the stranger with many names. “Wait, grandpa. Do you know this man?”

The old man paused and turned his head slightly. “We’ve met before. Now rest.”

Kakarot merely nodded as he laid down and watched his grandfather and the man named Vegeta leave his sight. They walked a few feet away from the hut as the old man decided to ask his questions first. “How do You know of my name?” He gazed at the being with the same look when he saw Him last…in anger and fear.

Vegeta crossed His arms. “I know a lot of things. Besides, what kind of person would I be if I didn’t know who was taking care of the one that was fated for me?”

Gohan scoffed. “Person. You’re far from it! Just because You look like us, does not mean You’re human!”

Vegeta smirked. “True.” His smirk was short lived as He became serious. “By the way, you’re doing a horrible job caring for him. I heard you were weak. If you are incapable of caring for him, then I will find someone else who will.”

Gohan tensed at the being’s words and looked as if he were about to hit Him, but knew better. “No! You won’t take him away from me! Who knows what You’ll do with him! He’s better off here with people that despise him than with a demon such as You!” He sneered.

Vegeta chuckled. “A demon? I suppose that’s one way of looking at it. Sounds to me this village knows what happened in the west. I assure you it wasn’t my doing, however, it doesn’t mean that I had no part in it. Either way, if my demands are not met, I promise the same event will take place here. Not that anyone would miss it. After all, a dying village is like an illness. It’s only known when it’s gone or incurable.”

“That’s enough of Your words! We humans do what we can to survive! It’s vermin like You that taints this world and slowly kills it! You inhuman things are the virus!” The old man panted in his anger.

It was Vegeta’s turn to scoff. “Typical. All you humans seem to think alike. You despise something you don’t understand and destroy it when you fear it.”

Gohan sneered. “That’s our instinct. It’s how we survive.”

The stranger suddenly adorned a bored look. “Anyway, enough about me. I’m here for the child. He needs to learn how to defend himself. I will not tolerate having an abused whipping boy to call my own.”

The old man seemed surprised. “You…want him to fight?”

“He doesn’t have to fight, but I believe it would put both of our minds at ease if he knew how to stand his ground. I just want him stronger and healthier. He needs three meals a day and needs to bathe every day. If I hear these demands aren’t met, I will find someone who will meet them.” Vegeta explained simply.

“In case You haven’t noticed, we’re not exactly high class! What will we do for money?” Gohan couldn’t believe what this being was demanding. Just how much does He expect from him?

“I’ve got that covered.” Vegeta pulled something that was tied around His waist and handed it to the old man.

Gohan held out his hands to accept the object. When it was placed in his hands, he realized it was a sack full of gold coins. It took almost all of his strength to hold it. “Th-This is…”

“…what will take care of the boy.” Vegeta finished his sentence for him. “And get him out of those rags and into something that covers him more. It wouldn’t do to have him sick all the time, otherwise, he will die. Oh and you may use it for yourself as well, but you will only buy the things you need. If I find out you use any of it for your own greed, I will stake you to a tree and burn you alive while your grandson watches.”

Gohan gulped and began to sweat in fear at the threat, knowing the man was serious. “I-I won’t take advantage of this fortune. However, greed or needs or both, it will last us until I die or longer.”

Vegeta half turned towards the village, as if getting ready to depart. “True as it may, I’m hoping it’ll last until his sixteenth year.” He began to walk away.

Gohan watched in surprise as the man left. “Sixeenth year?” He said to himself, and then it clicked. “Wait! Are You saying You’ll be coming for him when he turns sixteen?!” He shouted back at the man. After all, if this money could last them a lifetime, why would He expect it to last in only eight years?

However, Vegeta’s response was different. “I will return with food and water shortly.”

The old man sighed as he hefted the bag of coins in his arms more and staggered towards his hut.

When Gohan returned, his grandson was sitting on the bed as he sat the bag of money on the floor and began digging a small hole with his bare hands into the earth below. “Grandpa?”

Gohan looked up at his grandson. “What is it?”

“Who was that man?” The boy asked in curiosity and yet, deep down, he had a feeling who it was.

The old man sighed. “It was Him.” He sat on the bed next to his grandson with a bit of effort.

Kakarot watched him. “Him?”

Gohan nodded. “The man who will take you away when you are of age.” He couldn’t look at him. He didn’t know what his reaction might be.

Kakarot stared at the ground. “Why not now?”

Gohan shrugged. “Who knows what that monster is planning. Maybe He doesn’t want to raise you Himself and is just waiting for you to grow up. Maybe He wants you to be raised in the way He wants it. There are many possibilities of why He’s here, for now, all we can do is hope for the best and do what He says.”

There was something that was bothering Kakarot. “What makes you think He’s a monster? Everyone seems to think He’s evil, but does anyone know why?”

Gohan stared ahead with unreadable eyes. “There have been stories, rumors, that that man has been responsible for the war in the west continent thirty years ago. People across our land have recognized the man and feared Him. Even survivors of the war have killed themselves at the sight of the man; fearing that He came back to finish them off, but who really knows. One thing that seems odd, is that no one knows how He’s responsible. People have just believed what others have seen or what others have feared…and it’s that very fear that drives man to do unspeakable things.”

Kakarot stared at his grandfather with fearful and confusing eyes before moving them to the ground. Gohan noticed the mood change in his grandson and rested a hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry, Kakarot. You’re probably too young to be told these stories. Sometimes ignorance is bliss. Other times, there are things one must know in order to survive in the world.”

The boy looked up to his grandfather. “There must be something that you’ve seen with your own eyes, grandpa. You said you’ve met Him before. When was that?”

Gohan removed his hand and his features became more stern. “There have been words that the man has said, but they could be lies or things that He’s heard but just won’t admit or deny. But one thing I do know, is that man hasn’t aged a bit since I last saw Him the day you were born.”

Kakarot was surprised at how serious his grandfather’s tone was, which is what made his words sound more truthful. “What...is He? What does a man like that want anything to do with me?”

The old man looked down at his grandson. “I don’t know, but for some reason, He keeps referring to you as His ‘fated one.’”

“Fated one?” Kakarot repeated as if it would make more sense.

Gohan nodded. “Perhaps you can ask Him when He returns.” He got off the bed and moved to hide the sack of money.

Kakarot watched him. “In eight years? I probably won’t remember.”

The old man shook his head. “No. He said He would return soon with food and water. It’s a disgrace a beast like that is helping us in our time of need, but what choice do we have? Lately, you’ve been taking care of me more than I have you.” He turned to Kakarot and smiled weakly.

The boy returned the small smile and looked down at the sack his grandfather was stashing away. “What’s that?”

Gohan looked down at the sack his grandson was referring to. “Money that He gave us. It’ll help us get food and proper clothing. Maybe we can finally make some repairs to this hovel that we call a home.”

“Hovel?” Kakarot tilted his head at the word.

Gohan’s weak smile returned. “It means a shack or a rundown place, like this village.”

The boy frowned. “Oh.”

The old man replaced moved the dirt over the sack of money and patted it, then painfully stood. “But, He warned us not to be greedy with it. So we must use it wisely.”

Kakarot nodded, then jumped when the man they were just talking about suddenly appeared behind his grandfather at the entrance to their home. Gohan looked behind him to see what his grandson was looking at and stepped back in surprise. Vegeta walked in swiftly and dropped at least ten sacks of food and four pails of water. “Here. This should last you for a few days.”

Gohan and Kakarot gaped at the quantity of nourishment they were given and briefly wondered how the man carried all of it to the outskirts of the village and in such a short amount of time. Vegeta took in the stares for a moment, but said nothing as He went towards the fire pit and began to make a fire. He looked behind Him and noticed the two were distracted by what they were given and rushed forward to search through it. Neither of them noticed a soft orange and yellow glow that radiated in front of Vegeta and it grew brighter as He stood and made His way towards them.

“Wow! I’ve never seen so much food in my life!” Kakarot exclaimed.

Gohan looked at the pails full of water and looked up at the stranger standing over him. “How did You carry these all the way over here? That’s too big of a load for an average man-“ He stopped himself when he remembered that He was no man.

Vegeta just narrowed His eyes at the old man and bent down to take five sacks of the food. “I’ll make dinner.” He slung the sacks over His shoulder with ease and made His way over to the fire He made.

Kakarot looked at the fire. “You made the fire already? Usually it takes us until dusk to get it started.” Vegeta said nothing as He began to prepare the meal. Kakarot smiled. “You must know a lot of things. Can you teach me how to make a fire and prepare a meal and how to carry so much weight? You must be strong! I want to be strong like that.” The boy went on in admiration.

Vegeta paused in His actions as He slowly turned His head towards the boy. Gohan didn’t know if his grandson just insulted the man or not, but decided to apologize for the boy in his fear at the situation. “I apologize! He’s just a boy, he can be quite curious at times! Please forgive his rudeness!” The old man bowed in respect.

Vegeta’s expression remained blank as He gestured towards the boy. “Come here and I’ll show you.”

Kakarot’s eyes lit up as he nodded excitedly and hurriedly staggered over towards the man’s side. Gohan sighed at the man’s reaction. Such an unpredictable being. Was this really the man who was responsible for the war in the west or was he mistaken? And what did He want with his grandson? He narrowed his eyes at the scene of the man showing the boy how to peel potatoes and stir the stew. He didn’t believe it. He didn’t believe this man was here on good intentions. He’s got His motives, but what were they?

After the meal was made, silence ensued while they ate. Kakarot ate his food happily while Gohan cautiously watched the man who stoically watched his grandson eat. The boy paused in his eating when he saw his grandfather do the same. He turned his head to see what his grandfather was looking at and noticed something odd about the man staring at him. “Vegeta, aren’t You going to eat? There’s plenty of food.”

Gohan looked at the boy in confusion. “Vegeta?”

Kakarot turned to him. “Yes. You didn’t know His name? I thought you knew each other?”

The old man looked away. “Yes, well. His name was never mentioned.”

Kakarot tilted his head in confusion before turning back to Vegeta, still waiting for His answer. After a moment, Vegeta noticed that the boy was staring at Him. “What?”

“I was just wondering if You were going to eat.” Kakarot answered simply.

“Oh.” Vegeta looked away. “I’m not hungry.”

The boy seemed confused again. “Of course You are. Who wouldn’t be after doing so much work today?” He smiled.

Vegeta started to smile in return, but stopped Himself by walking across the room. “Don’t mind me and finish eating. Besides, I made it for you.”

The smile faded as Kakarot nodded and did what the man said. When both were full, Kakarot exclaimed how stuffed he was. “Wow! I can’t remember the last time I’ve been this full! That was really great, Vegeta!” The boy patted his stomach while his grandfather politely thanked the man.

“Yes. Thank you for going out of Your way to make us this meal.” It hurt the old man’s pride to say it, but he felt like he needed his word in in order to make his grandson’s not seem so…rude.

Vegeta turned from staring out the window at the setting sun, before turning towards the boy and nodding. Kakarot went to stretch, but stopped short and groaned in pain. His injuries from earlier were aching. Vegeta noticed the action and bent over to pick up the boy. “Let’s look at your injuries before they get any worse.” He carried him to the bed and gently laid him down.

Kakarot let the man handle him. He was curious to see what the man can do. “Are You a doctor too?” He lifted his head up a bit to look at Him better.

“Don’t move.” Vegeta said calmly as He searched for something. When He couldn’t find it, He turned to the old man. “Have you got any bandages?” Gohan nodded before retrieving them while Vegeta went back to tending to the boy. He tenderly touched Kakarot’s neck and felt around his spine. “Let me know where it hurts.”

Kakarot nodded slightly as he concentrated on the man’s touches. Vegeta carefully moved His hands lower and felt around the boy’s ribs. Kakarot groaned again and tensed at the aching area. “There. It hurts.” He hissed through the pain.

Vegeta moved His hands around the area a little more and noticed some bruising, but nothing broken. Vegeta kept His hands where they were as He yelled at the old man. “Where are those bandages!”

Kakarot seemed to moan in relief as he closed his eyes and placed a hand over the ones on him. “Your hands are really warm.”

Vegeta was startled at the words and released the boy taking a step back. “Here they are.” Gohan came up to Him with the bandages. Vegeta snapped out of His reverie and coughed lightly, then calmly took the bandages from the old man and set them next to Kakarot. He too sat on the bed and began to wrap the boy’s injuries.

Kakarot watched Vegeta a while and couldn’t help but think he offended the man. “Well, it’s true. You’re very warm. Are you sure You don’t have a fever?” He was in a sitting position, so all he had to do was lift up his arm to feel Vegeta’s forehead.

The boy stared at Him with a worried look as Vegeta stopped His movements. He sighed and carefully grasped the boy’s arm to pull it off Him. “I’m always like this.” He replied simply as He continued tending to the boy.

“Why?” Kakarot’s curiosity was getting the better of him again.

Vegeta finally tied a knot on the bandages. “It just is.” Kakarot frowned at the answer, but left it alone…for now. Vegeta looked out the window again and noticed the sun was gone and the night was already setting in. “It’s time for me to go.” He said in what sounded like slight regret.

Kakarot perked up at His words. “Aw. Do You have to? Can’t You stay for tonight?”

Vegeta stood. “No. The deal was to only stay for one day. I shall return in eight years.” He went to leave, but a small hand grabbed His and a sad voice spoke to Him.

“But…You said You would teach me how to be strong like You.” Disappointment crossed the child’s features as he pleaded for the man not to leave just yet.

Vegeta smiled. He didn’t hide it nor was it anything like a smirk. It was a real smile and that little boy was the only one to bring it out. He leaned over and patted the boy’s head. “In due time, little one. The Gods have plans for us. They already deem me worthy of you. Now, in the next eight years, it’s time for you to prove yourself worthy of me. Whenever you have found that you have fallen, pick yourself up and never give up. It takes a coward to accept defeat and to never stand up again, but it takes a man to be reborn from the ashes of his failure and keep on trying. Remember these words and they will help you in your times of struggle and remember me for I will be back for you.” He kissed Kakarot’s forehead and stood. His smile widened for a moment before leaving His fated one. For now.

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Has anyone figured out what Vegeta is yet? I gave some pretty strong hints in what he could be. Ugh, first chapter and already I almost spelled it out for all of you. >.> However, I shall not put blame on those who haven’t figured it out yet.

By the way, the wars and timelines in this story will be made from my own ‘brilliant’ mind and not actual truth. So, the wars and what not are made up. Got it? So don’t go flaming me for something I told you already. You’ll only embarrass yourself.

Oh and, sorry I got this ‘baby in the manger/ jesus’ thing going on. >.> But you know what? It’s going to be that kind of story. This is my fan-filled world. Don’t like it? Then keep your shit and leave. >.> ....again, suggestions and reviews welcome. :)
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