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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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‘Point the fingers’

          Kakarot stood by watching the civilized people gab at Vegeta’s form standing tall above the vessel. He wished he could look into Vegeta’s eyes and see in his depths to understand what emotions ran through them. He could only guess how deeply Vegeta’s fear coursed through him, Kakarot could only feel sorrow for the savage being faced with such a strange place far from home; but he couldn’t help but feel awe at Vegeta from the sheer will he portrayed.

            “Spaniard! Move quickly! I want to be outta ere before the night festivities began!” The thunderous voiced boomed, accompanied by a heavy sac tossed in Kakarot’s arms.

            “Yeah…” Kakarot placed down the sac in the awaiting carriage to take all the supplies back to once they came. He took one glace forward to see Vegeta take his first steps down the ramp.

            Vegeta could feel his muscles twitch from anticipation laced with a fine tweak of fear; he kept his resolve he will show no fear on his impassive face. His eyes remained cold and fearless. Vegeta kept his eyes trained forward staring at a single point in the sky, the sun. Great creator, father of all life. Give me the strength. Vegeta prayed.

            Yamcha smiled widely at the looks of the common folk they were all in shock and awe from the power status it gave him. The common folk will look highly at him for capturing a savage he would soon be among the ranks of the other many captains that brought back a savage; he would gain a much higher reputation for he brought back a savage but not only just a common savage but the prince of savages. Yamcha paused, yes indeed Vegeta was the son of the savages king. He never took that into play before, His savage, his little Vegeta was indeed a prince. A prince…

            Yamcha could feel the sheer pleasure of giddiness strike his body and his smile widen beyond proportional rights. He could hear and older man comment on his joy welcoming back to the civilized people. Yamcha nearly snorted; the old fool believed him overjoyed to be home when in truth he finally realized what his prize was and how much worth it brought to him higher status, and sexual pleasure.

            Vegeta kept walking forward oozing pride and regal prowess, the chains long forgotten and ignored. He will show no fear he will make his people proud, and his ancestors. He quickly glanced up and wondered was it even worth it. Could they even see it to admire his courage? Was he utterly alone on this venture?

            The only thing giving Vegeta any satisfaction was the wide berth of space the white demons gave him, watching him with curiosity. It didn’t last as long as he would like. He was made to stand behind what he heard from a man was called a carriage. He saw Yamcha sit in its protective depths as he was pulled behind. The end of his chain that once was held by man was now locked in place behind the wooden carriage. It took him by surprise as he felt a powerful tug and pulled forward. He sped up his pace to keep up not wanting to be dragged behind like a carcass of an animal.

            Vegeta watched as small flakes of snow began to fall from the skies above completely taking unawares when a hard object stroked his cheek. Then under the surface of fear and curiosity from the white onlookers came the hatred. Stones, food, and even spit came forth and strike his body; the names he came accustomed to became more fierce in their hate.

“Dirty savage!”

“Heathen!”

“You should be hanged and killed!”

Vegeta closed his eyes from their hate, moved forward, and hope for it to be over. He had seen this once before as a boy. A brave from a neighboring tribe came in, he believed the man was a Huron known for being vicious in their ways of torture. The Huron came to steal their supplies for the winter and a woman to claim as his wife but was founded by the old chief his grandfather White Wolf. The Huron was made to be walked through the village nude as the people struck him with sturdy sticks, and stones. If the Huron didn’t cry out once through the shameful walk then he would have been released without his clothing but if he had cried out then he would have been killed and his soul belonged to his grandfather. This was another reason why Vegeta refused to make a sound no matter how hard the stone stroked him, for if he had then his soul once dead would belong to the man who captured him in life and death. This was the right, this was the test, ringing true even if the white demons didn’t know or believed in them.

Vegeta felt the hard sting of wood striking his back and lost his composure once emitting a low pained yelp he didn’t realized he had. Looking back he saw a young child, a little girl looking at him with loath in her blue eyes. Vegeta was stun, children where even permitted to partake in the walk of shame being one of his punishers. How disgusting he thought. No child was allowed in his lands were not allowed to be apart of it, nor see it. He only witness the Huron’s shameful walk because he snuck out of his fathers hut watching from the near by hill.

The little girl nearly growled out her dislike of him and raced forward readying herself for another strike. “That’s it Ruby hit the savage bastard! Hit em where it hurts!” Vegeta’s attention was on the elderly lady, she gain Vegeta’s attention as soon as she spoke the girls name. Vegeta looked at the feeble woman with blue eyes and knew she must have been her grandmother. With that little distraction was all it took for the girl to strike where the sun didn’t shine.

Vegeta shouted out and crumbled to the ground. Never before did he feel that kind of pain and it took him off his feet. He tried to nurse the painful throbbing away by cupping the wounded area but his hands where pulled above his head, and in a most disgraceful manner he was pulled forward as his laid on the ground his knees pressed together and pulled up. He heard the crowed ‘oooo’ then burst into fits of laughter at his position. How disgraceful Vegeta thought.

Kakarot pulled forward the last of the cargo from its haul and packed it neatly on a skid. He wiped away the gathered sweat by the back of his hand not feeling the biting cold of the winter wind that gust forward. Kakarot looked at the darkening sky knowing the reason why the temperature dropped scientifically, the sun was down leaving the cold to its duty. Kakarot looked at the gigantic man coming forward and smiled. Nappa, he only had drank with the man on several occasions when he first came to Britain meeting him in a tavern. They where not friends, nor acquaintances he was merely a man to share a brew.

“Hoy! Spaniard! Welcome back to the world!” The voiced nearly boomed in the air and Kakarot heard several men shout down to Nappa welcoming the behemoth man.

Nappa moved forward waving a large hand and quickly hooked it over Kakarot’s shoulders pulling him forward. “Come now boy, the night is just beginning! And we’s got’s lot’s of maiden’s lookin for a good time.”

Kakarot smiled widely at the lively hood of the man, indeed this was what he needed. A damn good drink, and a woman to occupy his bed to get the inferno thoughts of the savage from him. Just a good lay he thought then I will go to Yamcha’s estate and see Vegeta.

“That’s sounds great Nappa. I need a good drink and a fair lady to grace my bed.” Kakarot chuckled.

“Aye ye do! Now come on then boy, leave the grunt work and lets go. And may be ye can tell me of you’re tales of the new world.” Nappa laughed walking down the street far away from the docks Kakarot in toll.

Yamcha cast his eyes to the window as the carriage pulled up seeing his home. The leaves all gone for the winters beginning. The short snowfall only lightly blanketing patches of the ground leaving the brick road free of it. A servant opening the door welcoming him back with a title he missed ‘Lord Yamcha’. A hand was offered to help him down but quickly smacked away in his haste to undo the savage and bring him home.

Yamcha turned and looked at the savage. Vegeta never looked so pitiful since he met him laying on the ground trying to pull himself in fetal position small cuts and bruises marred the beautiful dark skin. Yamcha huffed he wished he could have placed Vegeta in his carriage but he could not. For many reasons. Yamcha quickly dove down and unlocked the chains digging in the thin wrists of the savage. He cradled the cold body close moving away the dirtied and wild strains of hair from the beautiful face. Yamcha looked worried when he saw the glazed over Vegeta’s eyes. “You run inside and prepare a bath immediately! And make sure there are bandages at hand! Tell the cooks to prepare a bountiful feast for two.”

“Yes Lord Yamcha.” The tall lanky servant bowed and raced forward to do as his lord commanded.

“Vegeta, look at me please.” Yamcha nudged Vegeta’s body waiting for any sings of understanding in the dark eyes. Yamcha looked over the savage once again seeing the skidding marks on his arm and hip where he was dragged. He lightly touched them and saw the savage twitched. “Vegeta I am sorry for what you just went through, but do not worry you will never have to do that again.” Yamcha leaned down and lightly kiss the top of Vegeta’s head. “Do not worry, you are home now. And you will be lavished with attention, and riches. I will treat you like the prince you are.” Yamcha smiled down as he watched Vegeta look up to him slowly blinking. Yamcha smirked the savage was trying to understand him.

Vegeta laid there in the arms of his enemy and oddly enough grateful for the kindness Yamcha was showing him. He listened to the man’s words carefully and it confused him. Lavish attention and riches on him? Why? Wasn’t he meant to be a slave to Yamcha’s will and disgusting acts? Or maybe he was wrong about the words of sky woman? Was it possible that he would indeed love Yamcha in the end and all the hurt and pain came from outside influence? No longer wishing to think hard on the subject he only bowed his head as Yamcha lifted him up and allowed himself to look weak by being carried like a child.

Kakarot swung his cup into the air and down the bitter brew. His sense’s becoming use to a harsh drink as the fuzzy warmness spread through him. He watched as his fellow shipmates laughed and roughhouse in the candle light tavern, smoked filled its empty space’s. Naturally they all stopped at the companies lodging to gain their hefty sack of dollars. The family men raced off to their families, as free men such as him raced off the pub to spend their hard earned money on drink, gambling, and women.

Kakarot laughed outright when he witness a woman scorn his drinking partner Nappa and threw his expensive brew in his crotch. He took in a deep breath of the fragrant perfume when the beauty beside him move herself flush to his side her full bosoms pressed hard against his rips in a tempting manner. He felt her move closer to his ear and in a sultry voice whispered in his ear. “Come to the alleyway love.”

Kakarot pulled her closer and without another word fully agreed. He scooped her up in his powerful arms and shouted out his departure hearing the men cheer for his good fortune. He walked away from the tavern letting the blonde hair and green eye beauty to the ground. She swayed her hips in a inciting manner and gave a wink, Kakarot allowed to take his hand and guide him to the dark alleyway for some privacy.

Kakarot let loose a growl as he flushed her back to the siding lifting her arms high above her head to mimic being bounded and exposed her throat to her predator. In a song like voice she called to him. “Come to me Spanish, speak to me in you’re language. Seduce me.”

Kakarot moved forward pressing his crotch to hers feeling her lag wrap around his hips. He dipped his head in her neck and begun to make her melt under his language of seduction. As he slowly pushed his hips forward and back racking his rough hands up and down her sides feeling her curves under the corset. He listened to her mewl underneath him and her hand reached down to pull her skirts upward allowing him to see she was bare beneath them ready to accept a man in her warm depths Kakarot shuddered. He didn’t hold himself back and took her lips in a fierce kiss.

He opened his eyes and what he saw shocked him to stop utterly nearly throwing the woman to the ground. It wasn’t the green emeralds, blonde locks surrounding her creamy white feminine face but dark smoldering eyes, black hair, and a deep rich tanned masculine skin with high cheekbones.

The woman growled at him as he back away from her. Her eyes flared angrily at him. “What is wrong with you?! Are you married?!”

“N..No.” Kakarot stuttered.

The woman smiled thinking he just wanted to play cat and mouse. She got on her knees and begun to crawl forward. “Then what’s the manner Spanish?” She held herself on her knees as she ran her hands up and down her lustful curves. “I am a very highly sought after woman. My beauty and skills make men beg for more Spanish so please tell me what is it?”

Kakarot took another step back shaking his head. “I...I can’t.”

Her anger returned, she was not use to men denying her and the simple fact this man was absolutely handsome and built angered her more. She wanted him the moment he stepped in the pub and she will taste him. All she wanted was one ride on that perfected foreigner. “Why the bloodily hell not?!”

Kakarot turned to leave, he couldn’t go through with it. He wanted to smack himself, there was a more than willing beautiful woman wanting him to give her what they both want but…. He cursed under his breath…

The woman stood high and cursed. “Faggot!!”

Kakarot cringed when he heard the word. Faggot… Fantasying about a man over months and now picturing that very same man underneath him as he kissed a woman he wasn’t far from the truth of the word…Faggot. Was he? He shouted out his frustration once he gain distance from the tavern. Vegeta. Kakarot couldn’t get away from the man, no Vegeta was just a normal man he was a savage! Which made it far more worse for him. Kakarot raced to an inn to gain a room, wash away the filth, and clear his mind. It will be a long day tomorrow.

Vegeta shuddered when the water cascaded down his face clearing the debris from his hair. The water was black from the dirt, grime, blood, and ink from his skin. He listened as Yamcha hummed a song to him as he scrubbed at his shoulders and back; normally he would shout and scream at the indecency of another bathing him like a weak baby but right now he felt crushed. His pride suffered a big blow from a mere child and now with the realization that he cried out; now his soul will forever belong to his captor in life and death. He just wanted to take his own life, it would be so simple just let himself sink to the bottom of the tub and breathe in the dirtied water allow it to travel in his lungs. He was gently taking from his musings of a simple death by Yamcha’s hand nudging him signaling the new clean tub was ready for him to soak in.

Vegeta let Yamcha help him out and guide him to the other. He watched Yamcha warily expecting another disgusting act from the man but was more than surprised to realize Yamcha was leaving him to his own devices.

“Vegeta you can take it from here, just relax and soak. New clothing is to the side. The help will let you know when you are done and help you dress.” Yamcha smiled and turned then he started to laugh. “Why do I keep talking to you like you understand me?” He laughed and walked on closing the large oak door behind him.

Vegeta sunk in the warm water letting it ease his tense muscles. Again the thoughts of death crept in his mind. He scoffed at his weakness; he must keep on. For his people. Then he paused. Stay alive for his people, or allow death to take him so he didn’t have to deal with his situation any longer? He came to the same deep sadden realization once again; it didn’t matter if he died he would still be bounded to Yamcha. Stay alive, his people now and in the future still had the chance of survival.

He will live.

Zofo- So they have arrived. Nice to see Vegeta decide to be savage and no doubt cause Yamcha hassle :) Hope Kakarot can persuede him that he needs to teach Vegeta more, but I'm still not sure how he is going to eventually rescue him. Yes it seemed fitting to place Vegeta back to the root’s Keep the native alive. To be honest I am not even sure how I am going to have it all work out but chapter by chapter it will all unravel.

Sayian Bride- This is an underappreciated gem. You have a unique storyline, wonderful descriptions, exciting settings and an amazing, relatable take on the characters. I’m also impressed by how much of their personalities you’ve subtly incorporated from the show, which can be difficult in any fanfiction, especially an AU. Vegeta is feisty, but the safety of his people weighs on him. Goku is determined to protect, but seems naive about just of the right method to do so. And Yamcha is a deliciously interesting pervert. I’m on tenterhooks to see hold this adventure will unfold. Thank you very much and I am glad you picked up on how I incorporated their personalities I will admit it took some mind setting and understanding to use them and make it work for the fanfic.

Thank you all for the reviews and votes I do really appreciate them and makes me want to work harder for you all. Mîkwêc (thank you in native cree)
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