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Finding Destiny	By : NLDCat Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1588 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's note: Definite Non-con in this part...and you all get to meet Sytin...Jerich's little brother...

Part Nine: Problems Start to Stack Up (Bardock's POV)

I had gotten finished with my squad and returned to Jerich's in time to hear a couple of his friends talking. "Yeah, I heard that he was going to assassinate the king."

"Tora? No way, I know the male is a vindictive bastard but he wouldn't..."

"He did," the first says, "So now they're looking for him."

It makes me go still. Tora was in trouble which meant...My heart clenches tightly. Oh god, my SON was with him. Fear grips me as I wondered at that moment why I had ever thought that Raditz would be safer with Tora than with me. I'd probably doomed my child anyway. I lean against the wall suddenly dizzy and a little sick at the thought. Squeezing my eyes shut, I try to get a hold of myself as I am sure that if someone where to see me in such a state questions would be asked that I had no intention of answering. I had to trust that Tora could protect Raditz. I had to. I wasn't sure sure I would survive if I thought that the truth was anything else.

I manage to make it to Jerich's room without running into anyone and nearly collapse on the bed. If something happened to my child I would NEVER forgive Tora. However, I couldn't get the nagging feeling that there was something about the situation that just wasn't making sense. However, I am not given long to panic as the door slides open and I look up half-expecting Jerich. You can't imagine my relief what it's revealed that it is not. Unfortunately, my elation is short-lived when the female says quietly, "I need your help and your discretion, Bardock."

Definitely not a good start to a conversation in this household. "What is going on?"

"I need you to go and see to Sytin."

I go still. "Sytin?" I ask hoping that I heard her wrong.

"Yes."

"Is he in his room?"

"He is." She was too calm, too indifferent. Something was VERY wrong. I rise abruptly and exit heading for the next hallway. I was pretty sure that whatever it was I needed to deal with wasn't going to please me. However, NOTHING prepares me for what I find when I open the male's door. The scent of blood and sex nearly sends me reeling and I have to withdraw to the hallway for a moment while I try to process the sight I'd just been witnessed to. I've seen a LOT of horrific things in my life; both as a warrior and because I had no choice but to let Jerich and his companions hurt me but nothing NOTHING up to date EVER made me so angry as the sight of that seventeen-year-old Saiyan male.

It takes me a minute to get my nerves calm enough to step back into the room. I let the door shut before locking it because I was not WAS NOT having someone walk into here while I was here. Someone would be bleeding were that to happen. I slowly walk to the bed and it makes something in me feel worse as I gaze down at the bound, bleeding form. I slowly reach up and start undoing the restraints. As I work, a scent beneath the blood and scent of sex makes me go VERY tense. I look down at the male and find myself wondering how ANYONE could think of doing this to their kin. Sytin was Jerich's little brother...and if there ever was a contrast to Jerich's violence it was the seventeen-year-old male laying bleeding and broken on his own bed. Obviously, he'd gone into his first Heat Cycle. I can't imagine how ANYONE could think that this was a good way to introduce ANYONE to sex.

At seventeen, Sytin was small-statured and effeminate; a complete contrast to his tall, masculine brother. I was pretty sure that he was ALWAYS going to look younger, more fragile than he wanted. In short, he was damn cute. After I get him unrestrained, I look him over gauging at whether or not I could move him without doing more damage. Noting that most of his wounds were well on their way to closing, I merely scoop him up and head for the bathroom. He doesn't even stir...which I am glad of because as long as he stayed unconscious, as long as I didn't have to deal with his emotional break, I could get this done and get out of this room. If he woke up...if I had to watch him fall apart, I was going to go and take on Jerich myself which would only end up with me dead and way too many people stuck in hell.

The task is harrowing only because I just could NOT stand the sight of this. I just couldn't understand how Jerich could allow his own kin to look like this and then realize that I was seeing this from the point of view of someone who had a heart and soul. Jerich obviously didn't. I clean the male up before drying him and setting him in a nearby chair while I change the sheets on the bed. Once completed, I gently place him back on it and tucking a blanket around him. Staring down at him, I realize that no matter how much it had hurt me to do so; I had made the right choice in giving Raditz to Tora because I would NOT survive if my child ever looked like THIS.

Silently, I slip out of his room and close the door before returning to Jerich's. The moment I enter, I inwardly curse my luck. "Where were you?" Jerich demands.

"I...was asked a favor," I reply.

"Sytin is NONE of your business!"

I was still feeling extremely raw from what I'd seen which meant that I had no real control over my reactions. "When you and your friends leave him broken and bleeding on his bed in such a state that NO ONE else wants to tend to him, it becomes MY business!" My voice was harsh and cold; two things that I knew were going to get me in trouble.

"Do NOT overstep yourself, Bardock," Jerich warns me.

"Overstep myself? Your little brother just went into Heat for the first time and you let your friends HURT him!"

I end up hitting the wall with Jerich inches from my face. "I. Will. Not. Tell. You. Again."

That was definitley my cue to reign in my annoyance with him. Unfortunately, the warning was definitely too little too late to help me. "Fuck you," I seethe at him, "You're dispicable! Sytin is a CHILD!" Did I feel better saying it? For about two seconds which is about the time it takes for Jerich to spin me and shove me face-first into the wall. I knew what was about to happen...like I knew that it was my own damn fault this time. Squeezing my eyes shut I had to wonder if every good deed I ever did was going to come back and end up with me bleeding for it. I didn't particularly like the answer that I was getting. I feel my spandex jerked down and struggle to think about something ANYTHING other than what was about to happen...but I am sure I am not going to be successful...like normal.

To say it's painful...is like saying water is wet. It had been a long time since I'd pissed off to the extent that he really TRIED to be cruel. My angry earns me being left kneeling bleeding, raw, and nearly crying against the wall. Bastard really needed to drop dead as far as I was concerned...but no one on the damn planet seemed to care. Trembling, I wondered how long it was going to take before I just didn't want to do this anymore...until I just finally could NOT take another round with Jerich and told the others to fend for themselves. While it was the last thing I wanted...I wasn't sure I was strong enough to go on like this. I don't know how I lasted THIS long. Somehow, I am sure even MY stubbornness had it's limits. I slowly brace myself on the wall and force myself onto my feet. The sight of the blood and semen just does NOT help my emotions any but I force my revulsion back. I had to clean the floor up before Jerich came back...or I'd be going through this again. THAT was unacceptable. 'Tora, wherever you are,' I think, 'I hope Raditz is safe. Take care of him...please.'
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