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The Taming	By : Lynnember Category: Dragon Ball Z > General Views: 711 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Taming
- 2-Vegeta's History Lesson
- 1
- 2
The Taming

Chapter One

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or any of its
characters. *cries*

Warning! This story contains shounen-ai and will
probably advance into Yaoi in later chapters! If you find this offensive
in anyway or are under the age of 18 then please read no further!

Special thanks go to Bardockgurl for beta-ing this for
me.

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The soft red light of Vegeta-sei gleams from the starkness of white
marble. This morning I will revel in the design of my bedchamber because
it exudes an air that is so befitting of my title. Dramatic and similarly
strong, it is offset with an elegance and grace as becoming as it is
captivating. There is little here that separates indoors from out.
There are no barriers other than the columns, which draw an imaginary line from
bedchamber to veranda. Even though we are in the heart of my planets
winter cycle, there is nothing more to worry about than the smallest of cool
breezes as it drifts in through the open structure and blows gently over my
heated face.


There can be very few times in my life that I have ever been this at peace
within myself. There is nothing in the vicinity that could possibly scold
me into anything other than calm right now and the slight stirring and deep toned
breathing that reverberates next to me, only seems to add weight to the
peculiar daze that has me so totally subdued.


�Mmmm Vegeta Sama!� It mumbles in the throes of some cotton filled dream.


I look down at the creature that dares to share my bed on this glorious morning
and am surprised to realise that I share no antipathy towards it� I
correct myself� him.


It is an unusual sensation indeed� this� well�I cannot precisely define what
the emotion is? I have the distinct impression I struggle to place it
merely because it is an emotion. Someone of a weaker stature might
call it compassion, feeling, perhaps even companionableness. Of course,
the third-class would prefer me to call it love, but I scorn the sentiment �
even though (as much as I have tried) I cannot scorn him.


We have been through so much together. I�m guessing it must be something
more substantial than I can give either thought or voice to that has dragged us
this close. The musing of a mind as in turmoil as mine ought to be more
poignant I guess, but I do not need so much concentration anymore because for
the first time in decades, I know what it is to have peace. I�m enjoying
the way my mind is slipping so easily from thought to thought. It is
surprising how wonderful confusion can be, especially when I have spent the
majority of my life dwelling on its darker aspects.


Well here I am anyway, trying to place exactly what it is that defines this
moment, but I guess it is hard for you to sympathize when you are wondering what
tale is to be told? I bet you�re curious to know what could possibly
combine the prince and his pauper so well? How exactly did the third
class warrior Kakarrot end up to be privileged enough to share a bed with his
prince � soon to be crowned king? Well, come with my thoughts onto a
small journey through events that could break, but which ultimately only
secured the will of one man.


The trouble is � where to start?


I guess nothing can be recounted before the very beginning, and for that I have
to take you back five years � to the first time I ever met with the creature
known as Kakarrot. At the time though I am guessing he was less than
thrilled to meet his prince, as is anyone who is unfortunate enough to end up
directly in my path. I think this may be a hard story for me to tell,
because I am still unsure what changes have been implemented by it.
Perhaps I will tell you it as a series of events, a stab of continuation, in
the haze I now see it though. I am no narrator, but I speak as I find,
which is at the moment a riddle of confliction.


The first thing I can remember about that day was the weather. There was
unsettling damp in the air, which advanced into a sensation just short of
drizzle. I have never felt so much water, not even during the large
storms in the year of the great flood. Grey mist surrounded us in great
swathes and clung to everything it touched. Not even in the swamps of
Al�ejah had I encountered such odd conditions.


It was the first day I spent on that miserable planet, although I had been
orbiting it for several weeks. E�arth had been the Saiyan pronunciation,
but it wasn�t until much later that I found out the inhabitants actually called
it Earth. Such a peculiar name � its Saiyaningo translation being �life.�
The meaning wasn�t lost to me that day. In fact, I remember finding it
strangely ironic that I was there in such a capacity.


The light of my ki made such imaginative patterns across the sky as I walked
the few steps across the planets surface to reach the creatures lined up for my
approval. Most of them had been stripped to the waist to give me a hint
as to strength in their body definition. (At that time, build and guile
were the only clues I had to go on. It was too risky to use a scouter.)
Mud splattered the majority, mixing with the sweat of their manual labour to
form murky rivulets that covered each in curious configurations.


�This is ridiculous!� Emphasis was added to my words, and I surveyed the
offerings before me. �You honestly expect me to believe that this is the
best this planet has to offer?�


�Your majesty. We have scoured all corners of this planet and have
selected the highest acclaimed fighters on its surface for your approval.
If you would like� I� I��


In the deliverance of a withering glare, the soldier chose silence rather than
death.


With temperance gained, and the correct atmosphere for my studies, I looked at
each warrior (the term was only just shy of ludicrous) with greater
precision. As I passed most met my eye, the terror my visage inflicted
foremost in every one, but one� well one, no matter how many times I past it,
just would not give itself to me.


�You!� I demanded. �Look at me.�


The creature really was a pathetic sight. A long black forelock of hair
was squashed under the damp and mud of the surrounding vista. It hung
over the visage, and relinquished its watery burden over the face. Two
dark orbs looked up to me through the mess.


I think my lips turned slightly as I studied. Oh yes! The creature
was trying to hide something all right. I could see it in the
concentration protracted into that stare. The trouble was at that point I
could not quite fathom what it was. �What is this creatures identification?�
I hoped a name might lend some direction.


�Prisoner 6295A3.� The soldier could pass for an automaton.
�Species � Human. Cultural designation� Yamcha.�


�Yamcha.� The name sounded odd on my tongue. I chuckled under
it. �Yamcha.�

I moved closer and the creature tried to crawl back as I approached. A
futile effort of defiance it was. His hands were tied with scaream binds
and not even I could escape if they were secured around my mine. There
was perhaps, now I remember it, a rush of energy that surrounded its outline,
but it did nothing but increase my derision. The poor thing had no idea
why it couldn�t escape.


�You should feel honoured.� I continued. �You have gained the
attention of the Royal palace of Vegeta-sei. You will live� for
now. You are the only one here worth salvaging. Perhaps you might
do well for me, but I doubt it. I have the feeling you will be poor sport
in the end.�


Still laughing, I turned away.


�Goku will make you pay for what you are doing.�


The words were little more than a veiled whisper, and perhaps for its own
species, hard to decipher. They were not however, lost on me. My
interest was attained.


�Will Goku indeed?� The thought intrigued me. �Soldier do we have
anything on a creature with that designation?�


�Yes sir! It is the special capture of section forty-two.�


My eyes closed in complacency, �Ah yes, so it is. An interesting read its
profile proved to be. I can see why this creature would look to it for
support. Too bad it has already been subdued.�


There was a gasp.


�There, there. Don�t worry Yamcha its not like it�s the end of the
world. At least� not yet.�


�Your kind have killed my best friend, my girl friend, even Kami is gone and
without him� without him�� His body sagged with a look of despair I could bathe
in. �You�ve destroyed so much life, and so much that was beautiful. You
will pay for your crimes.�


The poor delusional being! Did he really think such words would belittle
me into conscience? �How terribly rude of me.� I plthe the sarcasm
in thick layers. �But then I guess a different entity might actually give
a shit.�


Not liking the captive�s mouth any more than its feeble fighting ability, I
kicked a divot of dirt in its face.


�Take me to this Goku. I still have yet to decide its fate.�


�What about these workers?�

I grabbed a handful of fabric and slung the creature known as Yamcha into
the soldier�s arms. �Take this one to the holding cells.�


�And the others?�


My nose swept up in contempt, �The others I have no use for� dispose of them.�


Disparagingly I walked away, wiping clean my now muddy gloves. Ugh!
I couldn�t believe I�d actually touched the creature. Who knew what kind
of diseases it could be carrying!


Not long was spared before my order was carried out. There was an
assortment of ki fire behind me and explosions demolished the ground I had
stood on only moments ago. I did not turn to face the light show.
Even when the smoke and debris flew past me in great plumes of devastated
smoke, I carried on my course, not even having to bother to flar ki ki to
protect myself. Besides I prefer to be able to breathe in the sent of
chaos. There is something incredibly addictive about the faint toxicity
of freshly expelled ki.


�This way sire!�


I was lead not too far away from my space ship. On the outside, my
destinationeareeared to be nothing more than a sandbag-lined bunker. Its
flimsy metal structure, however only told half the story. It�s concrete
tunnels, burrowed vast distances into the natural bedrock. According to
my guide, its original purpose had been to store grain of some description, but
for the present, it served well as a temporary penal complex. It now
accommodated the more volatile prisoners.


With a guard on either side, I made my way impressively through the locked
double doors. Large bolts were drawn clumsily across to allow for my
arrival and I was met by a handful of armed guards. They saluted to me
once and I was quickly escorted through the differing sections (each with ki
suppressing units,) until I came to the very end division.


A familiar figure rose to meet me.


�Your majesty!� It barked in surprise, falling to one knee.


�There is no need for formalities Bardock!� I sermonized turning to look
into the five-foot square cell. Even though I was so close, the lack of
lighting made it hard for me to tell anything of its resident. �What do
you make of it? Is it the one we were searching for?�


�Undoubtedly. Look at him.�


I squinted in the darkness, but could easily make out the crown of spikes that
jutted from its head at unnatural angles. The resence nce was
striking. �Its mission was not carried out� have we established why?�


�No. He is far too high on cantoir herbs to know anything right now.�


�You used cantoir on it?� I couldn�t keep the astonishment from my
voice. �Was that really necessary?�


�Not really, but short of killing him, it was apparently the only option.
It seems he would go down fighting or not at all.�


�Just as any pure Saiyan should�� I countered with a grin, �but what of
its fighting power?�


�It was at a scratch above two-hundred when he was captured, but I think he has
the capacity for more. If he is properly trained that is.� Bardock
looked up to me with a smirk. �You shouldn�t expect too much
though. He is of third-class blood and still in his late teens.�


�Still� two-hundred is disappointing.� I pondered, thoughtfully
scratching my chin and chanced a wry grin at Bardock �Especially considering
its heritage, but I guess, for the moment that is irrelevant. Now tell
me. Does Lord Frieza know of its existence yet?�

  &nbsTherThere was a glint in Bardock�s eye. �No.�


�Perfect!� The swarm of shadows in the corner shifted slightly under my
gaze. �Keep it that way. It will give him an appropriate shock at
the next meet. If we can get it tamed in time of course. Do we know
anything of its ties on this planet?�


�Fortunately he is too young to be mated. There was only one close
friend� Bulma, but it appears she was killed in the first wave of fire
across the southern sector. A pity really� she was said to be a genius in
her field. Her knowledge might have come in handy.�


I gave him nothing more than a tilt of the head. �Too bad� but all is not
lost. See what you can find out from the laboratories. I doubt
anything created by an E�arthling could be that monumental, but some of the
information might prove useful. You will head the science team.�

   Bardock�s feet pulled together as his back
straightened. �Yes sir!�


�Good! You�re dismissed. I wish to spend some time alone with the
subject.�

A/N
� This is my first attempt at writing shounen-ai I hope I did ok so far.
Please let me know what you think.

*Hugs*

Ember
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