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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: So, I thought about this for sometime before I decided to bite the bullet and post this chapter. My reservation was for adding the POV of another character...but I felt that it was necessary considering that this character will play a bigger part in the plot to come...so without further ado; you all get to meet Sytin.

Part Ten: Just Another Victim of the Game (Sytin's POV)

Upon waking up, the agonizing pain that had sent me to sleep had lessened a great deal...and I felt myself tucked into blankets. I knew, even before the scent hit me who had been in my room; Bardock. Slowly, I sit up and stare at the bandages that had been necessary thanks to my Heat Cycle and having the brother I do, and I had to wonder why Bardock even bothered. He hated my rank which I couldn't blame him for and yet...yet he was compassionate enough to see to me. I didn't deserve it; hell, my brother was probably right; I was probably weak enough that I had earned what had happened. Bringing my hand up I brush my hair out of my face only to pause over my right eye feeling the deep cut that would probably scar. Slowly, I get out of bed and walk to the mirror to stare at it. As I gaze at my reflection, I realize that I was right, it would be a permanent reminder of how much a weakling I was. Disgusted with myself, I draw my hair down hiding it because I just did NOT want to see it and I certainly did not want anyone else to, either.

Closing my eyes, I grit my teeth feeling THAT start to stir; the whole damned reason I was in this mess, my heat cycle. Squeezing my eyes shut, I rest my forehead against the wall and wondered who thought that THIS was a good thing to make ANY race go through. From behind me, I hear my door open and feel my tension sky-rocket as I slowly turn afraid of who it would be. "I don't know why he bothered," Jerich comments leaning in the doorway, "It's not like you're not going to look the same later on."

"Go away, brother," I tell him though it irked me something awful to call this brutal, unfeeling monster any kin of MINE.

"You sound a little vexed with me."

"I don't want to talk to you."

"I told you that you were either going to learn to defend yourself or you were going to bleed. It is NOT my fault that the weakness is YOURS."

It rankled my pride to hear that but I force my emotions to stay calm. "I am not having a repeat...so go tell your friends to find some other whore to satisfiy themselves with."

Jerich laughs softly. "Not until you prove you're strong enough to choose your own bed-partner, little brother. Best them...and I'll leave it be."

He was crazy. I couldn't stand up to his companions because I WASN'T strong enough...and they fought dirty. I didn't know enough to have the outcome be in MY favor...problem was, I knew my brother knew it, too. It amused him to cause others pain...even his own blood. There was nothing I wanted to say in return to that that wouldn't end up with me catering to HIM and THAT I could live without so I remain silent and wait for him to leave. I knew he would. He enjoyed leaving his victims to fret and stew.

Once I am left alone, I slip into the kitchen to find something to eat. Walking, I found was a little difficult with how I felt, but I wasn't about to have a repeat of what had me bandaged and sore. I turn from the fridge to find that I was being watched from the doorway. Slowly, I straighten with my plate gazing warily at the Saiyan nearly reclined in the doorway. I hated to admit it...but I didn't recognize him. I couldn't keep track of all of my brother's companions. "Can I help you?"

"Has anyone ever warned you that it might not be a good idea to wander around smelling as...appetizing as you do?" he asks me.

I go taut at his words. "At this point, I don't care," I tell him curtly, "I just needed to get something to eat."

"Considering who you are...you could have it brought to you."

"What does it matter to YOU?" I snap at the stranger not quite in the mood to deal with nosy Saiyans. I felt brittle enough from the night before. Unfortunately, I realize my mistake, too late when the male steps in and slides the door closed before locking it. "H-hey...th-there's no need for this." It was pathetic how quickly my demeanor changed when faced with being trapped in a room with someone older who was obviously irritated with me. I end up backing into the fridge and am forced to slide the plate onto the counter to keep from dropping it.

"You're in Heat...and being careless."

"I...was...going right back," I manage to get out as the male closes in on me. I feel myself flinch and wonder at what a pitiful sight I had to be nearly cowering in fear. It was no wonder my brother was so embarrassed by me...not that I would want HIS approval. "Please...don't..."

"Don't what?" the male murmurs as he steps right up to me.

"Whatever you're thinking...please...just...let me go back to my room."

"I don't think so," he murmurs before his fingers lightly take ahold of my chin and his mouth presses to mine. I am a little surprised at the kiss and how...soft, almost gentle it is. It tilts me off guard and I can't seem to help leaning into it letting him press his tongue in...because it felt nice and gods help me...but I wanted to keep feeling like that.

When he breaks the kiss to gaze at me, I almost protest but it allows me the chance to get my emotions under control. "You...are far too bold," I tell him.

"I'm supposed to be," he responds in amusement.

"You're also going to get yourself killed if my brother comes in."

"Jerich has left on business and won't be back until later."

"Yeah, when he lets his friends play with me," I mutter going to push him back away from me. I am a little surprised when his grip tightens on my shoulders. "Let go."

"No," he tells him.

"I said..."

"I know what you said."

"Look, make less trouble for yourself and just GO!" I snap struggling to get away from him. Was he really that insane? Did he NOT understand that if he touched me that he was probably going to get KILLED by my brother?

"If it was about less trouble for me I wouldn't be here," he murmurs as he slowly kneels before me, "but if it makes you feel better than...I won't do anything that will be construed as stepping on anyone's toes."

"What do you me...hey!" I gasp out as he tugs my spandex down my hips, "What are you doing?"

He merely smirks at me before his head lowers. The feel of his mouth THERE makes me gasp out in shock. "A-ah...oh...gods..." My eyes nearly roll in the back of my head at his actions and I really can't fight with him...nor did I want to. His mouth is hot, moist, and feels so sinfully good over my swollen skin. I tangle my fingers in his long, dark brown hair and whimper low in my throat. He merely pulls me closer drawing me deeper in and gods, coherency goes right out the damn window. I can't find it in me to stop him because gods help me, I needed this.

When he finally pulls away from me, I slump nearly bonelessly to the floor which allows me to gaze at him. "I...don't even know who you are," I manage in a hoarse tone, "I've...never seen you before."

"Not surprising with how little you get out," the male replies as he licks his lips, "but it might be better for you not to know that."

I wanted to argue but I wasn't quite capable of it...and HE leaves me alone in the kitchen stunned and QUITE embarrassed at my own actions. Slowly, I manage to get onto my feet and redressed before grabbing my plate and high-tailing it back to my room. I couldn't stop thinking about him, though which I knew was ridiculous considering there was a good chance my brother put him up to it just to fuck with my head. I wouldn't put it passed the bastard to be that conniving. I knew better than to get my hopes up and think that maybe there was someone who saw me as more than just some helpless victim to hurt.

I eat quickly before going and cleaning up. The last thing I wanted was to have to explain things to whoever would be in my room tonight if they scented the male on me and he really HADN'T been sent by Jerich. I've managed to redress before the door opens. "Looks like you're doing better than yesterday."

"Bardock," I manage quietly, "You should have ignored her request. I'm sure my brother wasn't pleased with you."

"He is never pleased with me," the older Saiyan replies.

"Still..."

"It's fine, Sytin. Besides, there was NO reason for him to allow that to happen to you."

"You're seeing it from the point of view of your Class, Bardock. To an Elite; if you can't defend yourself adequately than you deserve what you get."

"That is NOT the way it should be!"

"I know that...but it's the way it is."

"You are too young to have learned a lesson THIS brutal."

I can't help laughing softly. "You care too much, Bardock...but I am grateful for the concern."

"I keep being reminded why I hate the Elite Rank so much," he mutters dispassionately.

I hate it when he sounds like that only because I think he deserves so much better than he has. Bardock is such an amazing captain. When I can manage it, I would sneak out of the house and the Quarter and watch him train with his group. He has such charisma and passion that he doesn't deserve being here at my brother's beck and call. "Don't you have other things to attend to?" I ask him quietly.

"My group will meet when I get there," he answers, "I wanted to see how you were doing."

"I don't know why. I only caused you more pain from him, I am sure."

"I've never regretted my choices when it comes to helping out those who need it."

"If you did...perhaps you wouldn't bleed so much," I point out.

"You're probably right...but it's not in me to turn a blind eye to someone else's plight."

"Maybe you should learn," I tell him quietly.

"Really?"

"It might help you survive him."

"Can you do it?"

The question makes me look away. "Why do you think I'm IN this mess, Bardock?"

"Your ability to be compassionate should never be seen as a weakness, Sytin."

"But it is...it's the worst kind of weakness...because it's the one that my brother MOST likes to exploit."

He gently touches the side of my face where my hair hides my eye. "One of these days, he's going to learn that he cannot treat others like this."

"Perhaps," I say softly withdrawing from him, "but I doubt it will be in time to save many from a fate worst than death."

"Optimism has to count for something," he tells me, "or we all would have given up a long time ago."

I give him a bitter smile. "Oh, I think we all DID give up a long time ago, Bardock...we just haven't realized it yet."
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