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Welcome to the new world filled of savages	By : Vegetaswriter Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5028 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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‘Here we are!’

            Vegeta could feel the difference in the air today; it was such a thick ecstatic air. He even Kakarot had a slight spring in his step and he wondered why. Maybe being cold made them all a bit loonish; Vegeta shrugged tightly wrapping the blanket tighter around him. He hated the cold so much, he was ready to rip off some of the wood and set fire to the bed; he smirked. It would defiantly warm him up and liberate him all at the same time. He started looking for any loose boards to do as he thought.

            Kakarot nearly bounced his whole way through the hallway. Today they were finally docking, finally he would be able to get off this god forsaken ship and have a good drink and perhaps find a lucky lady to fill his bed. He daydreamed of a very busty and voluptuous woman serving him drinks with full red pouty lips. Kakarot nearly drooled as his dream woman bent forward and filled his glass as she licked her bottom lip as an invitation. His thoughts came short when he heard a sharp noise of snapping wood come from the room. He raced forward whipping open the doors with a light gasp what he saw nearly made him fall on his ass and laugh.

            Vegeta stood one foot to the floor the other planted to the wall for extra weight to pull off a siding of wood. Both hands gripping the piece by the corner and the look of surprise, and embarrassment littered on his face. He looked like a boy that was caught red handed eating dessert before dinner.

            Kakarot laughed outright at the compromising position he found Vegeta in. His laughter grew when Vegeta crossed his arms and pouted like a boy would. Kakarot slowly began to turn the righteous laughter into small chuckles. “Sorry Vegeta, sometimes I cannot help myself. At times you’re just so damn cute.” Kakarot walked by quickly ruffling Vegeta’s hair, dodging the kick aimed at him in the process. Another chuckle escaped him. “Not that badly damaged.”

            “You’re not upset I was trying to tear this room apart?” Vegeta queried.



            “No not at all. I don’t think anything you do today will upset anyone.” Kakarot stretched as well did his smile when he glanced back at Vegeta.

            “Why is that?”

            “Because we are arriving today.” Kakarot turned and beamed brightly which quickly died when he saw Vegeta’s sadden and worried expression. “Vegeta?”

            “Kakarot.” Vegeta slowly walked away thinking of all the possibilities that would, could happen. He was so unsure all he had to go by were the things sky woman had shown him, things that didn’t look very good for him. “What now?”

            Kakarot sighed giving Vegeta a small reassuring smile. “Don’t worry we can figure this all out.” Kakarot puffed out his chest and pointed a thumb to himself. “Leave it up to me.” With a simple shrug and wink effectively dispelled the depressing air.

            Vegeta leaned back crossing his arms giving Kakarot a skeptical look. “Well then?...” Vegeta patiently tapped his finger on his bicep waiting for the grandmaster plan. Losing his patience he huffed. “Well? What is it then? Spill it. Tell me you’re plan?”

            Kakarot slightly jumped. “Oh! Sorry I kinda just daydreamed there.” Kakarot shook his head and lightly chuckled nervously; Vegeta didn’t look please one bit of his tardiness. “Well for one I will be with you regardless. I will tell the captain you need much more teaching because you are hard at learning. Well you’re not. You’re a very quick learner.” More nervous chuckling; Kakarot wasn’t liking how serious Vegeta was acting. But then again Vegeta never had an idea how far away he was from his home until now. Kakarot shrugged off his light heartiness; he had to, this was a very serious matter to Vegeta. “All I know for certain Vegeta is you will be taken to Yamcha’s home, placed under lock and key in a room until more than likely you prove yourself civilized to roam the home. I will be there under the guise of you’re teacher. We must ensure Yamcha don’t hear you speaking English well maybe a broken word here and there to show him there is some progress so he would not replace me. Understood?”

            Vegeta nodded turning away from Kakarot. “What should I worry over?”

            Kakarot looked down to his feet; he couldn’t lie to Vegeta no matter how much he wanted to. He saw how Vegeta reacted to being called a savage by several of the men he was hurt by the words, now once they dock he would be walked through the busy streets of London. Kakarot sighed. “The people Vegeta. They will ridicule you, hate you, maybe even harm you.” Kakarot glanced up to see Vegeta stiffen.

            “What will they do?”

            “I’ve seen how they treat men being sent to the gallows and it is one of their own. You I am not certain. But from what I seen they spit, slap, pinch the convict as he is dragged by.” Kakarot slowly lifted his head.

            “How will I be transported to Yamcha’s home?” Vegeta turned looking over to Kakarot a hint of worry in his eyes.

            Kakarot looked Vegeta in the eye. “You will be tied to Yamcha’s carriage and made to walk there.”

            Vegeta grunted turning away from the hurt in Kakarot’s eyes. How dare he hurt he wasn’t the one being kept a prisoner. He was free to do as he pleased and no harm would befall him. Vegeta called over his shoulder with a simple command to Kakarot. “Leave me be Kakarot.”

            “Vegeta?”

            “Leave Kakarot. Go now, watch as your land comes to view.”

            “Vegeta that is not my land.”

            Vegeta turned anger evident on his face. He curled his lip upwards. “You say it is not you’re land! But yet here you come in here excited like a little pup about to get milk! Jumping up and down like a fool unable to wait to land. So you can be amongst them. The ‘civilized’ people. Go Kakarot. Leave me.”

            “Vegeta…” Kakarot look chastised; Vegeta was right he always said they were not his people or land and yet he couldn’t wait to be with them, drink with them, and lay with their women. “I’m sorry Vegeta. I hope you do not mean for me to never return to you?”

            “No Kakarot. Just leave me alone for now. I will see you later on. Perhaps at Yamcha’s?” Vegeta crossed his arms not to look standoffish, no on the contrary. He held his shoulders for comfort, a simple little hug.

            “Okay.” That was all Kakarot could say; what else could he have done or said. He told Vegeta what was coming his way, he couldn’t stop it, and he couldn’t be there. He had to stay behind with the others to finish the removal of cargo as the dear ol’ captain leaves for home. Kakarot turned to leave reaching the door he glanced back. “Be strong.” Were his last words to Vegeta that day.

            Vegeta stood like a statue for an hour very quietly singing a old war song he knew as a boy. He stood there fortifying his mind for the onslaught that would soon happen, the names, the hate. Vegeta slowly opened his eyes a small smirk gracing his lips. If they all wanted to see the ‘savage’ then a savage they will get. He looked over his shoulder, his belongings kept in the closet waiting for him. They all wanted to see the savage then they shall.

            Yamcha took in a deep breath the large smile never leaving his face, nearly hurting his cheeks. He felt such a rush of joy as he heard the crowd at the docks spot his vessel and shouted out awaiting their final arrival. He could see as the people scurried around the shipping docks, he could smell the richness of salted fish, hard working men, and the sweet spices of the south. He felt the ship shudder and heard the loud groan they were getting closer to land. He could make out the faces of the people that lay beyond. He quickly snapped out of his stupor and rushed to the railing. “All hands at deck boys! Get ready to land! Krillen keep her steady!” He shouted out commands excitement booming inside him, soon he would be home; soon he would be able to lay in his home and enjoy his riches.

            Vegeta swerved off his feet has the ship shook and come to a halt. He knew then as his heart ran ice cold. They landed.

            Yamcha smiled happy with the landing. A little rough but nothing was damaged. He signaled two large men to follow him down to his room. “You go down to the lower deck and fetch the chains.” He grunted slightly when they slowly walked down the steps. “Hurry you’re pace fool! I wish to be out of this ship sooner rather then later. You better be at my door in 30 seconds.”

            The man slightly stumbled with his words and dashed down the steps, losing his footing he slid down the rest of the way on his backside. With a groan he stood rubbing his aching bottom and quickly snapped back to reality and snatched some chains and raced back to the captain. He was happy when he noticed Yamcha hadn’t reached his quarters. “Ere’ ya’ r’ captin’.”

            Yamcha looked over the nameless man and scoffed; shrugging his left shoulder as he continued to walk. He got to the door and he heard a noise, he listened. He smirked when he realized what the noise was, Vegeta was singing in his savage tongue. How absolutely delicious, Yamcha thought. He opened the door and what he saw made all his blood rush below his waist. He thank god for the many clothing he wore to hide his excitement. There Vegeta sat, legs crossed, wearing the animal skin frilled pants, a feather tied to his hair, and his skin covered in black markings. Two markings on his chest resembled bear claws, others were lines one trailing down from his scalp to his nose, and everything below his nose and above his neck was all painted black. He was breath taking. When Vegeta opened his eyes and lifted them to lock on his own a chill raced up his spine. His eyes held no emotions, nothing at all. They only reflected his own awed image to him, just like a mirror. Yamcha sniffed the air and smelt the black ink that Vegeta decided to use. He smirked; the ink will be such a hard thing to come off. Vegeta is going to need a long scrub and soak.

            Vegeta slowly stood to his full height, head held high, with a stone face. He was ready. He held out his arms for the slightly shaken men to bind him. He was ready. He could feel the tension in the air, all the mixed emotions combining was on the near brink to become a fierce storm. He was ready. He saw Yamcha approach him once he was bounded to look him over, and for a moment his resolve almost crumbled thinking Yamcha would do the things he had done to him in private in front of the two men, or even worse they all wanted to have their way with him but was relieved when Yamcha spoke and kept his hands to himself.

            “I think you are going to be cold Vegeta. It is the beginning of winter and you are here almost indecent. Please place on a jacket.” Yamcha watched waiting for anything, a movement of any sort but nothing and as time ticked by Yamcha became impatient. Yamcha huffed. “Very well but don’t blame me when you can barley move from the cold.” Yamcha went to walk away until he realized something. “Oh yes that’s right you do not understand me. How silly of me.” Yamcha chuckled moving over to the closet pulling out a thick coat. He held it out to Vegeta to take but was become even more upset when the savage didn’t make a move. “Arg!” Yamcha threw down the coat and walked forward. “Come on men!”

            Vegeta allowed himself to be guided forward by the large men in front of him, he couldn’t help but notice that the men periodically looked back at him with distrust. He wanted to smirk at them to strain their nerves even more. He decided against it. Keeping his resolve his face stayed like stone. He noticed how the men would stop to watch him as they walked forward up to the top level. He nearly flinched from the sun but fought against it, he fought off the cold wind chilling his body, he even willed away the Goosebumps that begun to form. He even fought off the shock. Once they came closer to the edge he saw a huge mass of people. It was like a colony of ants swarming, pushing, and racing around the ground looking for a piece of food for their queen. He saw them all stop their busting and look at him like a thing needed to be studied. He could see confusion, disgust, and hate in their eyes. He kept his resolve. Taking in a trained breath. He was ready.

            Yamcha held out his arms and stretched as the people clapped and shouted in joy at his return. Yamcha turned his head back to Vegeta and smiled. “Here we are.”

            Vegeta felt his toe’s curl in his mukluks. He was ready.

I think I made you guys wait long enough for this one….. Muahahha
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Welcome to the new world filled of savages