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Uncertainty and Pride	By : TristaML Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1864 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 11
After three weeks of silence or less than enjoyable encounters, Kakarot decided to return home after all and planned to stay with his father for a little while. At least there he could train in peace, without people gawking at him or throwing aggressive comments his way about this circumstance or that rumor.
He confessed to himself that he didn’t much like living in the castle after all and that in spite of the fact that his brother was wrong, he would not tell him that, because that was the very life Raditz chose to live. Kakarot, though, loathed the cages which the royal insignia bared them by, and he realized that perhaps he isn’t the only one. It’s an underlying tone of being a part of their society, and it left a mark amongst most of the Elites enough to make them unpleasant, at least, any who felt subjugated enough by the stigma to feel like breaking free of it. Kakarot finally began to understand the true meaning of the difference between the classes, and why they remained that way, and he was disgusted with it and hated his brother’s chosen predicament. He ignored his own for now.
Bardock was surprised but happy to see Kakarot when he arrived somewhat unexpectedly, but not as happy when he read the principal thoughts of his son’s foremost fears. Kakarot wouldn’t mention any of his upsets, though Bardock knew them nonetheless. For quite some time they spent hours together awkwardly, but soon the air between them changed as the days went on. Kakarot could not be caged entirely by the seriousness of his thoughts.
Kakarot mentioned every now and then, knowing his father must be reading his mind at his silence, anyways, that he’d heard all the things the men were saying of Raditz, that he was a social climber, and that since he was in so well with the King, he could pick from whoever he wished. They spoke worse of Banin.
Bardock didn’t say much to his son on the matter of the classes. What good could agreeing with him do? Bardock, at least, had no interests in changing their circumstances. He was happy with his lot (though his is considerably more than others of his status). Besides, he and the late King had made it work, somehow, though not as slyly as he’d once thought. How he missed him. He knew why King Vegeta was acting so irrationally, he has intense feelings for Kakarot, a third-class man; and he’s refusing to acknowledge them. Not to mention everything else…
Kakarot noted that his father wasn’t as agreeable on the subject as he imagined he would be, and he wondered what could be on his father’s mind, and how he really feels about their circumstances. It’s been a long time since they’ve discussed the events which they’ve been long awaiting.
Bardock, though, was worried for his son, but he found that it was needless as he looked into his eyes day after day. Kakarot’s mind reeled on constantly, and he is of stronger will than even Bardock could muster, and so he knew that Kakarot would soon begin to take stands against anything he found to be injustice, without consideration for the consequences.
Kakarot was so caught up in himself over the weeks that he didn’t even notice his own silence most of the time. Then one night in particular, as they sat quietly at the kitchen table, relaxing and doing their own things, Kakarot said to his father, thoughtfully, “I knew this would happen.”
               Bardock didn’t respond at first, but he stopped reading the news on his device to glance up at his son, whose face he found to be coming to full maturity, and whose eyes he saw were bleary and filled with sentiment. “You knew what would happen?” Bardock asked him gently, happy to hear him speaking.
               Kakarot explained, “I knew that he would be in denial and that I would have to watch him… break himself. Is there nothing I can do, father? Is there nothing I can do to stop it?”
               Bardock realized that Kakarot’s pining is, for once, not the innocent refutations they used to be, but that his son truly loves the King and is actually hurting.
               “I had hoped that he would remember things like I do,” Kakarot said a little louder, but still without much animation.
               Bardock answered, “Your burden is like mine, my son, and so I do understand you, but you must realize that these things which come to pass are determined by what you do, as well as everyone else. If you do not stand for something, even in the midst of knowing what might happen, you will never stand for anything. Good men go into battle, not because they believe they can win it, but because they believe that they are fighting for what’s right.”
               Kakarot’s eyes widened and he stared into his father’s grim ones and realized what he was ashamed he hadn’t known all along, and he felt so stupid for never seeing it before. Vegeta’s father went on his last mission… to fight Brolly.
               “Father!” Kakarot cried, unable to refrain from asking him, “The former King went after him?” he needed to hear the confirmation.
               “Yes,” Bardock answered in a whisper, and Kakarot saw pain flash through his features before he hid it away.
Kakarot’s mind jumped to another conclusion and he looked his father squarely in the eyes before asking him outright, and a little confused, “You… you knew that the King went to fight him all along… and you loved the King, just like Tora jokes that you do! You had an affair with him?”
               “Yes, I did,” Bardock nodded, gaining his voice back and admitting it outright. He was not surprised that his son figured it out, but he was nervous to discuss it with him. Still, it could not be helped. Kakarot deserved to know the truth. “Up until sometime ago I believed that only myself and the former King knew of our relationship, and that we kept it secret with skill and determination, but Tora confessed to me upon the late King’s death that he knew about it from the way I used to smile and talk of the King and smell of finer and sweeter things every time I returned home,” In Bardock’s eyes there was a sadness Kakarot could remember seeing there before, and he felt silly for never realizing what it was about. Bardock added, “The current King told me his knowledge of it the day he offered for us to move into the castle, so you see, I couldn’t refuse him.”
               “Our King!!” Kakarot’s heart swelled up inside of him, “He used you! And me! At last I understand!” Kakarot stood up from his seat and began rambling, “How long were you with the late King? It must have been years that you spent together! How your heart must be broken and I was too blind to see it! Father, I am sorry for your loss!
“Oh, Vegeta! I understand you, now more than ever! To be up against another tyrant! Another evil has taken your father from you! Another seat you must fill, and another dread you must carry! Another threat upon your race and your throne and yet you carry on! I will not pity you; you would despise me for it! But I will not let you face this alone!” At that Kakarot was gone, running through the house and then out the door and into the night, leaving for the castle quicker than the wind.
Bardock ran after him, but he did not follow. He stood by the window in the dark of the living room and watched his son leave. Tora, who came by just a hair of a moment after he left, even soon enough to see him off in the distance, found Bardock coming to the front door, where he leaned against the doorframe and, being surprised at Kakarot’s sudden leave, he asked Bardock what was wrong.
“Nothing,” Bardock smiled at him, “Everything’s changing, Tora.”
“So, Kakarot went as you predicted?” Tora wondered, smiling sadly as he put a hand on Bardock’s shoulder.
“Yes, he’s gone, but I daresay he’ll be back. The King will push him away, in one way or another.”
Tora pulled Bardock close and sighed. He only replied, “To have children… Such uncertainty and pride come from such a thing, such emotions which could only be described if you have a son or a daughter! And we want the best for them, even though we realize we have little say in their lives.”

Kakarot stopped first by the GM, knowing that any guards who were watching over it would let him inside, regardless of the time.
Finding him here was his only hope. He didn’t know where else Vegeta spent his nights, and he would rather not have to go looking for him. Luckily, Vegeta himself strode into the doors right before his permitted entrance. Kakarot was fast and made his way inside just as Vegeta was closing the door of the Machine, but he was not so fast for the King not to notice.
Vegeta threw a swift kick in his direction, but Kakarot caught it and held onto his leg, smirking at him.
Vegeta was… well he wasn’t sure what he was feeling. Kakarot let him go and the King said, “Did you miss me?” as he tried his best to pretend that he didn’t wish to see him, but now that he is here…
“Your Highness,” Kakarot bowed as he began speaking to him gently, “Have you been sleeping well?” he asked, clearly seeing the aging stress was putting around his eyes and the hallowed look of his handsome face.
Vegeta, offended, replied, “Why are you concerned with how I’m sleeping?”
“I’m restless, myself, Sire,” Kakarot explained in honesty.
The King did not suppose his innocence in returning on account that he couldn’t see why he would after the fight they’d had and the things that he’d said. “Hn,” he replied, searching for a suitable retort. Finally one escaped his lips and he said, “I will sleep when I’m dead.” He headed towards the control panel.
Kakarot heard him loud and clear and stepped closer, determined, again, to have him hear all he has to say, even though he hasn’t figured that out for himself, yet. “Sire,” he began and Vegeta turned and listened, giving him his undivided attention, even against his own better judgement. Kakarot offered, knowing better than to blurt out everything he’s learned, “It’s been a while since we’ve spent time together, don’t you think?”
As the King really looked at him, he noticed only then the lines of serious thought on his face and the deep consideration which dwelt in his eyes. He couldn’t deny the thought was enticing and the more he stared into those eyes the more he wished to be near him. “Why are you here?” King Vegeta asked, still as obstinate as ever, and Kakarot realized that Vegeta was, indeed, deliriously tired and that he is debating with himself.
“I had to see you,” Kakarot admitted and closed the distance between them. He dared to wrap his arms around him and pull him close, saying, “I missed our chats.” Vegeta laughed at him, and Kakarot noticed the sound came out with ease and he smiled.
Vegeta pushed him away, though, and replied, “I’m not in the talking mood,” straightening out his smirk as he talked and while there was a certain solemnity in his face, Kakarot was persuaded that it didn’t mean he wanted to be alone.
He answered, “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” as he leaned in closer, refusing to keep his distance.
Vegeta forgot about everything else for a few brief moments and allowed Kakarot to come onto him in the solitude of the Gravity Machine. When thought began returning to him, he pulled away from Kakarot, spending a moment studying his handsome face and peering into his smiling eyes, and asked, with hauteur and some degree of curiosity, “Where is this coming from? Do you not understand an order when it’s given? I thought I said I didn’t want your company.”
Kakarot heard the humor on his tongue and he replied, “I think you do, Sire, and I wish you wouldn’t deny me the pleasure of yours.”
Vegeta could only stand in surprise as Kakarot kissed him, but the King gave in to him, realizing how exhausted he was by the fact that he couldn’t even argue with him or stop him, and inside he had to admit that he didn’t want to.
Finally the King said, “Is it time to take a break, already?” as though making it his idea not to train. Kakarot smiled at him, but Vegeta still pushed him away, both men’s hearts were racing as they resolved on having one another again. “Kakarot,” Vegeta said, clutching at his clothing, “You’re being bad for coming here like this, you know. You can’t just do what you want because we fucked.”
“I’m not doing anything wrong by you or anyone else, Sire,” Kakarot replied easily, and then asked, “Does the idea of another rendezvous with me make you uncomfortable? Is it because the second time will not be so easily persuasive to your mind as something more of a moment of passion rather than an act of willful desire?”
Vegeta smirked, and answered, “I do what I please with whom I please, and I have no need of finding excuses for my actions.”
Kakarot continued smiling at him but answered challengingly, “I would believe you if I wasn’t a third-class and you hadn’t told me that this has to remain a secret.”
Vegeta replied, determined to be seen as much more confident and indifferent on this than Kakarot thought him to be, “Whether or not this must remain secret has no bearing on whether or not I will still go through with it.”
“I hope so, Sire, because I’ve become hard just thinking about getting you off, and I’d hate to be sent away; it would only serve to leave us both acutely disappointed.”
Vegeta laughed again and Kakarot smiled. He went in for a kiss just as Kakarot was doing the same and they made out with zealous emotions. Vegeta’s hand immediately sought for the truth in Kakarot’s confession and he felt his length hard to the touch through his pants, and hardening still. He moaned into Kakarot’s mouth as he pulled down his pants enough to free his cock.
“That’s not fair, your Highness,” Kakarot groaned.
“I’ll expose you if that is what I wish; and lead you through the whole castle naked if I want to,” Vegeta murmured, pulling him closer and feeling his strong shaft pulsing and warm in his palm.
“You’re so full of contradictions,” Kakarot smiled down at him, and moaned as he found the King’s lips with his own. With Vegeta tugging on his cock, causing him to spasm and leak, his mouth salivated, and the kiss they shared was sloppy and wet.
“You don’t believe me?” Vegeta wondered as he pulled back, “We’re not doing this here again; we’re going back to my bedroom.”
Kakarot nodded, and asked, “Can I put myself away first?”
Vegeta strongly considered saying no, but he was too turned on to fully answer. He only said, “Follow me.”
Vegeta took him on back ways to his room and Kakarot was surprised by the passages he would have never known existed. Vegeta glanced back at him as he led him by the hand through the halls. Kakarot kissed his neck as he followed closely and the King shoved him off, but his tail had unwound from his waist and was swaying seductively. After getting setback because of their flirtations with one another, stopping for a kiss at several different locations, arriving at Vegeta’s chambers seemed to take no time at all, and it wasn’t until a moment after Kakarot had been flung onto the bed that he realized just how serious Vegeta was about having him. He imagined Vegeta might try to fight himself some more on this, but the King was removing his boots and crawling onto the enormous bed before Kakarot even fully sat up.
Suddenly, as Vegeta came forwards, and Kakarot acknowledged that he was in his Majesty’s room and on his bed, he felt a little nervous about his place there and his heart pounded so hard he could see it pulsating underneath his shirt.
Vegeta reached down and pulled his swollen penis back out of its confines, staring into Kakarot’s eyes, watching for his every reaction. Kakarot was right, again, he had to have him one more time (at least) to know whether or not the first time was just a fluke. He was obsessed with him, and the fact that he was as bold as to come back when Vegeta told him to stay away drove Vegeta crazy with desire. He preferred this to having to chase him down at his father’s house, like he’s considered doing once or twice before during these last two months.
Kakarot found himself whispering, “I’m sorry.”
Vegeta stilled for a moment, but his face was unreadable, and his hand remained strong on Kakarot’s member. Vegeta answered, after a moment of serious thought, “What for?”
Kakarot had so much to say, and although he knew it wasn’t the right time, he had to make the confession, “Because it’s important that you know… I don’t want to fight with you and I don’t just want to have sex.”
Vegeta rolled his eyes at him and said, “We’re Saiyans, Kakarot, what would we have if not passionate fights and riveting sex?” He ripped Kakarot’s shirt open, exposing his chest to the orange-ish glow of the lamps, and he pressed his body in between Kakarot’s legs as he added, “I said I’m not in the mood to talk, and if you insist on continuing to do so I’m sure I can find something to gag you with.”
Shocked by his response, Kakarot didn’t reply at first. Vegeta was now gripping his dick with shameless intentions. The young man moaned and suddenly felt very exposed and vulnerable and yet he felt safe and wanted.
Vegeta smirked and let go of his grip on Kakarot’s member so he could remove his own shirt as he said, “I don’t want to gag you, though, third-class.” Kakarot, again, saw his amusement as he gazed into his eyes, as the King added, “We can try that another time.”
Kakarot felt his age and he realized that in spite of his own deep reflections, he is still eight years Vegeta’s junior, and still very different from him. How badly he wants him and how madly he’s fallen for him! He didn’t give any thought to what the morning might bring, he only took in deep breaths as Vegeta, who was more insistent this evening then the last, removed both of their pants, pulling off Kakarot’s boots and throwing them across the room carelessly.
Something broke but Vegeta didn’t even flinch. All his focus was upon Kakarot. Vegeta said, fondling Kakarot’s package in combination with his own, “I hope you’ve been training Kakarot, otherwise you’re going to be sore tomorrow.”
Kakarot blushed but replied, “Then my goal is to make you every bit as sore as myself.”
Vegeta chuckled, and answered, “How about we start with the throat.”
Kakarot was confused at first when Vegeta began to turn around on top of him, placing his cock at his face, while Vegeta leaned over Kakarot’s jutting penis. This was not something Vegeta would have normally ever done, but he’d been lusting over the young man and the thought of another round with him for far too long and he wanted to make the most of it. That being said, grabbing Kakarot by the balls seemed like the best option to suit his needs, and the fact that he was going to get his cock sucked in the process was just another perk. It’s not like Kakarot’s a blabber mouth and would tell anyone that the King sucked him off, and even if he did, no one would believe him.
The King took it gently into his mouth, sucking on only the tip while he worked the rest of it, adjusting his body and finding some way to get comfortable. Kakarot found it hard to focus with his warm mouth surrounding him, not to mention it was Vegeta’s, and he was pulling him in deeper by the moment. The King took his time wetting Kakarot’s length, and it was all he could do to keep a coherent thought, but when he felt Vegeta’s tail strike the bed he realized he wasn’t doing his part. Vegeta’s engorged cock was dangling on his lips, and he adjusted the pillows to lift up his head so that he could get a better angle. He really wished he could see Vegeta right now, but he immediately took the King’s balls into his mouth and began humming around them, the sensation of Vegeta’s tongue on his cock overwhelming him to where he gave way to being bashful and wantonly rolled them around in his mouth. Vegeta groaned on Kakarot and the third-class Saiyan bucked into his mouth and Vegeta had to pull back.
Kakarot grabbed onto Vegeta’s staff as he knew he was being glared at, and used his tongue to get it wet as quickly as possible, before using his hands and entering the it inch after inch into his mouth just as Vegeta was going to complain. The King groaned and bucked his hips into Kakarot’s mouth in revenge, and then, feeling satisfied at the young man’s needy gasp, he took Kakarot into his mouth once more. Both men hummed and shifted, drooled and fisted, and tried to get the other to give in. Kakarot played with Vegeta’s round ass in his hands and Vegeta found Kakarot’s tail and pulled on it sensually, placing the tip of it between his lips alongside the tip of Kakarot’s penis.
A moment later Kakarot came, crying out onto Vegeta’s cock and taking him in deeper as a result. He pushed him off, gasping for breath.
Vegeta chuckled, and enjoyed the amazing feeling of the back of Kakarot’s throat for a moment, but he still pulled away and turned to look at him. The young man was flushed red in the cheeks and sweating and he could see that he’d caught Vegeta in the face with his cum and he wasn’t sure what Vegeta was going to do next.
Vegeta pulled up a random part of the covers and wiped his face off, smirking even still and looking at Kakarot slyly. Two seconds later Kakarot was pinned between Vegeta and the headboard, his face being pressed into the expensive wood with Vegeta behind him, pulling his ass towards him by Kakarot’s tail, eliciting a soft moan from the young man’s mouth. Vegeta’s own tail wrapped around his thigh and his hands lifted Kakarot’s supple cheeks as his fingers began to prod and play with the younger man’s tight hole. Kakarot’s ass was wet from where Vegeta had sucked him off moments before, and so Vegeta inserted a finger as smoothly as possible.
“Vegeta!” Kakarot cried, throwing his hands up to grip onto something for support. They found the pillows, and he pressed into them.
“Sire!” Vegeta growled back, adding another finger and scissoring inside of him.
Kakarot moaned something incoherently and Vegeta groaned back in response, the pressure in his touch building in force. Kakarot’s body resisted, but in his eyes Vegeta saw his want and heard it on his lips. After a minute he noticed Kakarot’s gasps turning into groans and so he removed his hand, replacing his fingers with the tip of his dick as quickly as he possibly could. Sweet fucking release would find him soon if he couldn’t slow down and take a second to enjoy the moment.
The King said, as he pushed himself inside of the younger man’s quaking body, “I’ve been thinking about this since the last time I was inside of you, Kakarot.”
“You’re not the only one, Sire,” Kakarot moaned, and he tried to look back at him, but Vegeta grabbed his head by the hair and tugged on it, arching his back.
Vegeta couldn’t control himself any longer. He went from slowly delving inside of him to building pressure in each thrust and pounding him wildly; giving him everything he had within the boundaries of pleasure. He licked his back as he watched himself entering him over and over and he whispered, “What would you do to keep this going?”
“Forever?” Kakarot gasped, his moans mounting as his dick began to harden again as he met each movement with equal vigor.
King Vegeta growled in pleasure and excitement and said, “Yes, do you think you could keep your mouth shut?”
Kakarot blushed and he replied in between pants, “No and neither could you.”
“Oh yeah!?!” Vegeta asked breathlessly, and he pulled out of him, pulling him away from the headboard to allow him to turn around. The King guided Kakarot to lie on his back and lifted his legs to put them over his shoulders. Kakarot was smiling but he hadn’t responded, so Vegeta asked, “Why is it that you think we can’t keep this a secret?”
Kakarot answered, tugging on his own reawakening erection, “Because you’re too passionate to allow anything to hold you back, and I’m too honest to deny my feelings. Even if we tried to hide it, you would either fuck me in front of everyone on a whim or attack the first man that tried to sleep with me and I would be unable to keep my hands or my eyes off of you, much less deny that I have feelings for you if anyone asks.”
               Vegeta actually blushed and he furrowed his brows, not sure he trusted hearing Kakarot speak anymore. He pushed his way back inside of him and said, “You should be punished for such a speech.”
               Kakarot moaned, “I’m not sure any threat you issue will be seen as punishment so much as a pleasure or a challenge, Sire.”
               Vegeta threw his legs apart and leaned in to kiss him, deliberately slowing down the speed of his thrusts, but not the fervency of his kiss. He made long slow strokes in and out of Kakarot’s body, hearing him breath deeper and watching him struggle to retain composure. Kakarot held Vegeta’s gaze unquestionably when his own weren’t clenched shut in pleasure. Vegeta felt his way up and down his body as he sped up a little bit, only enough to cause Kakarot to lose control once again. The young man shuddered and cried out and panted. Then Vegeta began to take his time, and his hands and lips were all over him, biting and squeezing as he made love to him, each strong stroke connecting to the right spots, each whisper more encouraging than the last.
Kakarot’s hands were in his hair and then on his shoulders, and his hips were meeting his slow, deliberate pace. Vegeta thought of how gorgeous he looks like this and he put his fingers in his mouth, watching as Kakarot moaned and took them in, sucking gently. Vegeta took his time working them both up, enjoying seeing him like this, so open and honest. Kissing his jaw line as he removed his fingers from his mouth, he shifted and used that same hand to pump Kakarot’s erection, eliciting another long whimper from him.
They lost themselves to one another in the moment. Another few pulls and Kakarot came hard, locking up and splattering between them, giving Vegeta a sight and scent and sensation he never knew he desired and he came inside of him, harder than he has in a long time and they rode it out as long they could.
               He pulled out of Kakarot and the young man pulled him in for another passionate kiss, his legs shaking as they wrapped around Vegeta’s hips.
               There were no words that Vegeta could use at the moment, and Kakarot’s kiss left him breathless, so he remained silent and accommodating as Kakarot rolled him over to lie on top of him. Vegeta pulled him close and took in his scent one more time as the third-class kissed his neck and chest gently, before settling comfortably atop his chest and quickly falling asleep. Vegeta didn’t have time to even think of telling him to get off or get out because he passed out moments later.

King Vegeta awoke to the sensation of a warm body lying next to him in his bedroom. The memories came flooding back to him as he opened his eyes, and he remembered leaving the regeneration tank, determined to continue training, and being intercepted by the gentle urgings of the third class male who now slept beside him peacefully.
‘I must be out of my mind,’ Vegeta thought. He wondered for a moment what he was thinking, but as he looked into Kakarot’s resting face he smirked and couldn’t deny that he was satisfied with having him for the moment. He thought it was just a dream, to be honest, and couldn’t understand Kakarot for the life of him, nor could he make sense of his undeniable desire for him.
Kakarot stirred, yawning as he opened his eyes, but Vegeta began getting off of the bed quickly and carefully. When Kakarot became more awake, he turned to watch as Vegeta realized he had nowhere to go, and no reason to leave, especially without saying a word. Kakarot waited patiently for him to speak, until he realized that it would be asking for too much, so he said, in a whisper, “Hey, I’m hungry.”
Vegeta turned to him, and although there was amusement on his face, there was also distress in his eyes. “What do you want me to do about that?”
Kakarot smiled and got out of the bed. “Nothing,” he exclaimed, “but I should think you to be hungry, too, after all. Can we meet up later?” he asked innocently.
Vegeta, who was confused by his detached manner, yet intrigued by the promise of a continuance of whatever it is that’s going on between them after having sort of discussed it the night before, simply said, “Okay,” but left it all at that and quit the room. Kakarot smiled at him and waited a few minutes before departing.
The third class powerhouse went immediately to get something to eat, his mind only on thoughts of food and his King, and nothing else would matter until he gets his fill. He went through the buffet with practiced skill and took his plates gracefully to a seat in the dining hall like he’d never left the castle and was immediately bombarded by several Saiyans, some friends, and some questionable acquaintances. They cried his name and wondered where he’s been.
Many others soon gathered around him to either listen in on what was being said or contribute their opinions in some way. It didn’t matter what they spoke of, it was all meant to learn more of his character and whereabouts, and he didn’t have time for it so he smiled at them all equally but paid no mind to any of their questions. Engrossed in his food, he stayed unaware of the dangers of his scent, which strongly smelled of the King, and he paid no mind to the strange looks some Saiyans were giving him.
When Kakarot was finished eating he answered what questions he would with the same geniality and virtue as ever as he tried to make his escape from the crowd. Luckily for him a servant came by and delivered a note, to which Kakarot told them demanded his attention, and with that he was off. When he opened the note all it said was GM now., so that’s where he headed.
As he drew closer he could see his King standing just outside of the room to the GM. Vegeta looked irritated as he was being urged to go elsewhere by several of his men, Raditz included. Kakarot slowed down and hid around the corner to listen to what they were saying.
“Your Highness,” one of the men, another guard, said to the King with a bow, “If you would but speak to them then they will leave!”
King Vegeta shared a look with Raditz, and both of their faces were grave and solemn. Then the King said, “Who are they to me? What business do they have here that I should stop my own plans for the likes of them?” and it was clear that he was beyond angry with them for pestering him over foreigners.
“But my Lord,” another Saiyan guard argued, “What harm could come from hearing what they have to say? It must be of some importance!”
Kakarot came out of his hiding place and pretended to be just entering the area. Vegeta turned to him and Kakarot saw the surprise on his face, though he didn’t understand why it was there. His eyes turned darker and his anger came forth as Kakarot watched their conversation with great interest. Raditz spared an odd look at his brother, not so much surprised at his being at the castle as he was confused at his being there with them.

The King growled and seemed torn in making his decision, but he decided to do as Bardock said at the sight of Kakarot, though not without some amount of visible reluctance. He said to his men, “Fine. I will see them.” He turned to Kakarot and said, “It seems our training will have to wait until later.” Then he began storming away, followed by the others.
Kakarot knew that he shouldn’t say anything but he couldn’t help but ask the King, “Will you go alone, and without introduction?”
Raditz glared at him, and King Vegeta scowled as he passed him but replied, “What introduction do I need and what company should I require?”
Kakarot was equally determined to speak him mind and he answered, sensibly, “Not an introduction of you, Sire, an introduction of them and whatever issue there is that they have. Besides, two men surely think more clearly than one.”
King Vegeta halted and said angrily in retort, “They ought to have come up with something to say of the sorts by now! I do not imagine myself to be fully alarmed by anything they might declare! And I have no need of others to give me something to say when it is my turn to speak!”
Kakarot frowned at him but he could do no more. King Vegeta walked by with his head held high, followed by the others, who looked at Kakarot as though amazed he was still alive. The young Saiyan watched them all go.
Vegeta dismissed the men who were escorting him, but Raditz, in a moment of bravery not unlike his brother’s, stuck around for a few moments longer in hopes of gaining more clarity on the King’s plans.

He spoke briskly and quietly to him, “Your Highness, these men I have seen, and I do not believe them to be one in the same as whoever you are looking for.”

Vegeta nodded at him and said, “Go, I know you had plans to leave. You may resume those plans at your leisure. Your presence is not expected until tomorrow afternoon.”

Raditz nervously accepted his pardon, and he only added, “I’ll have my communication on at all times, my Liege.”

Vegeta feigned little interest in the promise and kept on walking, taking long strides through his castle, his heavy footsteps feeling cumbersome as he pondered what the next hour may bring him.

It was Raditz’s turn to do some investigating, and he headed straight towards Kakarot’s last seen location. He had moved on since then, but Raditz was resourceful enough, and he used the guards to find out where he went off to.

By the time he caught up to him he was pissed. “Little brother,” he growled, coming up quickly from behind him.

“EEp!” Kakarot squealed at being spun around by his larger, taller brother, roughly and suddenly.

“Come with me, now,” Raditz demanded.

Kakarot replied, “Okay,” knowing that he was angry with him, but not knowing what the rush was about as Raditz took him somewhere quick and private so they could have a little chat.

After shutting themselves into the random room, Raditz declared with trepidation in his voice, “I saw you with him last night, Kakarot! What are you thinking?!”

Kakarot’s heart raced and he wondered the truth in Raditz’s claim, but he was not quick to respond.

“I saw you making out with him outside of his quarters! Do you deny it?! What do you think you are doing?!” he reiterated and Kakarot had not seen him so angry in years.

Embarrassed at being caught (and so soon) he exclaimed, sarcastically, “I didn’t know I had to get permission from you on who I may or may not choose to go to bed with.”

“Don’t be a fool, Kakarot! You can be with whoever you want, except for him!” Raditz hissed, no more comfortable with having this conversation than Kakarot was. “What are you doing back at the castle anyway? I thought you were with our father?”

Clearly upset, Kakarot stood his ground, disbelieving, “He knows where I am, so why does it matter? And besides! Can you tell me why I can’t be with him?! Are you surprised that he’s taken a liking to me?! I know you’re not jealous, although some might say so… I don’t see the problem?!”

Raditz laughed in his anger and explained, “You know better than that, Kakarot. Please. Don’t be ignorant. I can smell him on you! Who else have you spoken to today? Surely anyone who got near you noticed it and let me guess, the King told you to keep it a secret?!”

Kakarot blushed and replied, heatedly, “We talked about it yes, but he gave me no strict guidelines because he knows I will not adhere to them, and I don’t think he truly wants to live by any himself, if I may be so bold. I am free to make my own decisions, as is he. Will you bring this up with him later and ask what he was thinking? No, I think not. I will not be harassed by you because you all of the sudden desire the opportunity to put a hand in my affairs.”

“I desire no such thing! I wish for your affairs to have as little as possible to do with the Royal House, that’s all, and I don’t think that’s asking for too much!”

Kakarot’s face was red in embarrassment and anger and he didn’t know how to counter. He could only say, “Royal House or not what’s done is done and I have no desire to hide it, nor will I be ashamed by it.”

Raditz rolled his eyes and replied, crossing his arms, “Do not be so blind, little brother. I’m saying this for your own good. He will not love you the way you want him to. He will break your heart and then where will we be? Where will I be when my King and my dearest sibling part ways disagreeably?”

Kakarot shook his head and replied, “That is my will, or my doom, and it is as I will have it. I have nothing more to say. You have hurt more of me than you know by your clear and concise desire to separate us. I will speak no more of him with you.”

Kakarot began to turn to leave and Raditz was dumbfounded. Was his brother in love with the King? How could he let this happen? How could he have been so oblivious not to notice it before? Kakarot has had a crush on him, sure, but has he truly fallen for him? Oh, that Raditz could only save him from his heartache! King Vegeta will never allow himself to succumb to him, even if they share an inkling of love it will forever be tainted and imperfect; he’s just a third-class, and Vegeta is King.

“Don’t leave just yet,” Raditz said and his voice came out much more soothing and sweet than it had been a few moments prior. “There’s something else I have to say.”

Kakarot turned back to him and held him ground, though he was looking down, and his bangs covered the pain in his eyes.

“I had intended to go home this evening. Banin is coming with me. I was counting on you being there, too, and spend some time with us. I spoke to father about two weeks ago, and he said that Tora is going to spend the night tonight. It would be a perfect opportunity for him to meet Banin, and we can all relax, have a drink, and rest easy.”

Kakarot’s eyes lifted towards him and he replied, “You usually can’t leave on such short notice?”

“I have permission,” Raditz replied, his voice now laced in slight irritation, “After all, it’s been some time since you and our father have both come and gone from the castle. I would have been on vacation at this time, if it weren’t for the outstanding circumstances which keep me near.” Kakarot remained silent for a moment longer than Raditz expected, and when he understood he wasn’t going to get a reply, he added, “Do not assume too much of him, Kakarot, you’d be making a grave mistake.”

“If I am to make a mistake, I’d prefer it be one of doing something rather than waiting for permission to do as I would have done anyways.”

Raditz growled again, annoyed with him, and retorted, “Fine. Have it your way. Let us see how that goes for you, but I will tell you this much: He is much more stubborn than you are and he is used to getting his way. Whether he puts stipulations on your freedom or not, he has put stipulations on his heart, already, you will get nowhere by force with him, and you will be in longsuffering before he makes it any better, if at all. Let this be a fair warning to you. I still expect to see you at home tonight.”

Kakarot watched him leave and wondered why he had just been so harsh.
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