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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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Deep thought

            Kakarot strolled around the blustering market streets of England; anything one would wish was sold here from expensive oils, food, and military figurines. Nothing really had caught his eye or made his pouch itch with the need to spend; then again he hadn’t had spending his funds in mind. He stopped in a small eatery, maybe a good meal and drink can help his troubled mind.

He sat in a slump waiting for his meal to be served; lightly he tapped away on the wooden table watching the people race around with no particular goal. The ‘dignified’ people, dressed stiffly in their tight fitting corsets, men bundled up in gentlemen’s suites; the outward display of wealth. In the corners he witness the under belly of this civilization; young boys pick pocketing unexpected plump nobles, the women dressed as working maids snatching any jewelry from weary elder women. He couldn’t really blame them, this society made it hard to live for everyone; the rich got richer and the poorer got poorer, as the saying goes, even for his homeland this saying rang true. Every land in this civilized world the politics of society were practiced, you had you’re snotty nobles, middle class workers, whores, crooks, and murders. He was thankful he came from a middle class family, they were not rich but they got by quite comfortably. His father and brother ran a winery, and his mother would sell fresh made bread for the daily workers.

He couldn’t help but to compare the ‘savage’ lifestyle to theirs. From everything he knew of what Vegeta had told him it was very different from theirs. Their type of money to show of riches was simple little beads; he couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought, gaining a few unsteady glances from other patrons. The beads were not used to buy things, since there was nothing to buy there. It was used for trading with other tribes or show of statues only. If you were a strong brave you gain beads out of respect from other tribe members, if another tribe wishes to trade it would be either beads, furs, or corn. Apparently there were no crimes amongst the tribe, no murders, no thieves, and no women trying to sell their bodies for a quick buck. Murders, he couldn’t help but to feel jealous when Vegeta tried his damnest to understand the word; even when he fully explained what it meant, Vegeta was still at a lost.

It seemed the only thing close to being called a murder in the savage world was when neighboring tribes would cause a war to expand their territory. Which didn’t happen often to Vegeta’s tribe; Vegeta held a high pride to his tribe stating as a fact they were the most powerful and outnumbered the neighboring tribes greatly. It would seem before they made claim to the land Vegeta’s tribe finished a long time war with the Iroquois.

War that was something Kakarot knew of, he had heard of many in the civilized world from east, south, west, and north. At one point they all had their battles; the concept of expansion in the new world wasn’t something new, it was in every nation’s blood to expand.

Kakarot thanked the woman for his soup and gave her the payment; he couldn’t help to wonder what she would have done if he gave her beads, he smirked. Vegeta, the savage has been on his mind since the very day he met him; he looked so strange but regal, he looked savage standing his weapon drawn ready to strike. He nearly winced when he felt a shudder race up his spine as he thought of the savage. Plagued and cursed, he thought. He couldn’t stop thinking of the man, his dreams became more vivid, and he started to feel different around him. He believed bedding a woman would end the silly notions he had; he tried, but failed miserably. Instead the feelings became far more predominate in his mind, the dreams came harder and in more detail; something whispered to him, a light voice ‘follow you’re dreams’ it said. It was so very wrong, it wasn’t right.

When he made it to his room last night, he fell instantly to sleep. The dream started as it always had for several months. Standing on the shore of the new world, it was nearly at dawn, a small light from the sun filtered through the fog, and the rocks lined the shore. He was always looking at one point, always the north, and there was a small formation of rocks extending to the ocean, A figure stood there beside it was a small fire, like a signal ‘come home’; that’s what it felt like it was saying, the figure, come home. He couldn’t gage the height or weight, nothing not even the hair was visible; the smoke from the fire, and the fog surrounded the figure. But always it felt like it was saying come home. Then it would turn drastically, he was chasing someone in the woods, he could hear light chuckles, and each time he came near to snatch the figure, it would dodge his hands; quick and nimble was this faceless figure. But once he had the figure cornered to a mountain siding, turned it around, it would morph into Vegeta’s smirking face. Then he sinned, he would take Vegeta in a fierce and demanding kiss; like a starve man would food. His sin continued until that tan expanse of flesh withered beneath him crying out in an angel’s voice.

Kakarot pushed the empty bowl away; he hated himself for thinking such thoughts. Many a time he nearly ran to the bible to save his soul, but he had not; the savage corrupted him. The beliefs of Vegeta’s people sounded more real sounded more tangible to him then the bible ever had. There was no hell; spirits and rituals were the norm. When Vegeta first spoke of their beliefs, he only scoffed at him teaching Vegeta the right way, the catholic ways, after all Vegeta’s people were simple and needed to be taught. Kakarot found out soon enough Vegeta was not in-fact simple; instead he pointed out many flaws, contradictions, and raised too many questions he couldn’t answer for his liking. In the end of the teachings Vegeta just laughed and threw his bible the words of god to the ground demeaning it as ‘simple little tales to keep people in line.’

Deep down Kakarot knew Vegeta was right. How could he not be when all these questions came that he couldn’t answer? Vegeta pointed out far too many contradictions in every passage, and his simple question that took him by surprise. “If you’re god loves you so much then why would he put you in hell if you do not follow his rules?” Such a simple question it was but it brought him far too much turmoil in his religion. It made him think harder on the subject. ‘Tales to keep people in line.’ Was that true? Was it all made up so people could fear and obey the king and it just became so widespread? Was everything he knew wrong?

He looked over the streets again, if their god was right and mighty why would there be so many wrongs here today, why would he let this happen? For Vegeta his spirits came to him telling him what was to be expected, how these people are before they even met, and gave him the choice. Was Vegeta’s religion the right one? Kakarot downed his brew and left; he had to make it to a certain estate.

Vegeta sat on the windowsill overlooking the scenery. Yamcha gave him this room to stay; he showed off all the prized objects littering the room, what the bed was made from and how expensive it was, even down to the rug. Vegeta didn’t care once ounce about these things, instead he sat and waited. He leaned back on the cushions that lined the ledge; he liked it oddly enough. It was soft, warm, and plump it made sitting for hours much more comfortable. He couldn’t help but feel antsy; he had been sitting here since the night after his bath and meal with Yamcha. Where was Kakarot?

Vegeta leaned his head back further in the cushions; the meal with Yamcha was fine he suppose. Since they arrived at his home Yamcha was catering to him, which unnerved him. He expected the same nightly activates to follow as it had on the ship but strangely enough it hadn’t. Instead after his bath he placed on the clothing left for him and the tall lanky man escorted him to a gigantic room. He was awe struck, the place was unreal, painting of men and woman naked with wings all around; Yamcha said it was some kind of rip-off art his grandfather wanted years ago, and he hadn’t decided if he wanted to change it. A grand fire place and Vegeta enjoyed the smell of cedar smoke once again. Vegeta was taught by Kakarot what tables and chairs were along with forks and knifes but this was the first time he used it. He hadn’t the chance when on ship because all he was fed was bread.

He was fed foods he never saw before and unsure if it was even eatable. They called it lobster and potatoes. Then he was given some sort of bread they called chocolate cake; he nearly passed out when he placed it in his mouth, it was sweeter than any berry he ever eaten, soft and moist with a sugary coat. He still could hear Yamcha’s laughter at his reaction to the food. It wasn’t that alone that surprised him; Once the meal was done Yamcha took his giving him the ‘grand tour’ of his estate, it amused him that Yamcha still spoke to him even when Yamcha believed he didn’t understand him. Yamcha told him he was free to roam the estate but stay clear of the wooded areas, something about stray wolves; as if they scared him.

It was when Yamcha took him to the very room he sat in did he expect the usual. He slowly pulled down the top exposing his shoulder readying himself for the assault. When he felt Yamcha’s hand on his shoulder he nearly whimpered, but he couldn’t stop his eyes widening and turned his head in curiosity. Yamcha just smiled as he pulled the top back over the shoulder, gave a small gentle kiss on the clothed area, and said goodnight. Vegeta stood there stun, unsure of what to make the encounter with the white man; it didn’t make any sense, why now would he stop? He didn’t seem to have any problems what so ever before hand so why now?

Every time the door opened his heart stopped in excitement thinking Kakarot was walking into those doors; sadly it was the servant whose name was never given to him, bringing trays with little foods and water from time to time. Yamcha was gone, he left this morning. He watched then as well, looking out the misty window; he watched as Yamcha stepped into the carriage and gave a spare glance at his window he tip his hat and smiled. Vegeta didn’t know what to think of the man; but he wouldn’t change his opinion immediately, he would wait and see how things continued to progress.

He sighed nearly biting down on his cheek; where was Kakarot? Another one that left him confused, he kept having simple little visions of the man and he couldn’t help but to feel warm over them. He touched his lips lightly; they kissed and it wasn’t unpleasant. In-fact he enjoyed it, when their lips met he was overcome by warmth, and he couldn’t help but to notice how well they fit.

There was something about Kakarot that kept calling to him, a yearning that needed to be fulfilled. He scoffed and growled under his breath; how could he feel these things for a man? He slumped unto the cushions; why not? It wasn’t as if he had to continue his bloodline, he would never gain a strong woman from the tribe, and being brutally honest with himself; he genuinely liked Kakarot, and it was obvious to him Kakarot felt the same since it was Kakarot that kissed him.



Yes another tedious chapter, I wanted some more inner turmoil because I do not believe they would be confessing their love and leaping into the bedroom instantly. Some inner thoughts, next chapter planning on having them discuss it etc. and continue on from there.



Zofo What a horrible crowd that Vegeta was dragged through, did they really act that way in olden days, and allowing children to join in too :( Glad Kakarot could not go through with it with that women. Prehaps her will now realise how much Vegeta means to him and accept he's gay. Poor suicidal Vegeta, though he did decide to live at the end but seems very despondant. Thought Nappa sounded like a pirate, hehe :) Yes unfortunately they did act like that, to their own people and foreigners. Hahaha I tried to make him sound like a pirate, not very well at writing slang.

Thank you all for the reviews, and enjoy. Till next time in a land far far away V.W
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Welcome to the new world filled of savages