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Life is ironic	By : Vegetaswriter Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3190 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 12

Kakarot, his team, and the warriors walked into the village they were greeted with smiles. They rushed forward awaiting the news of their trials. They stopped to gaze up at a strange man laying down upon a stretcher. Never had they before saw a man such as him, covered in metal the crowd begun to murmur. Kakarot raised his free hand gathering all their attention directing it away from the burden he carried upon his shoulder silencing all their questions. "Men help me bring take him to my hut. Tien come as well." Kakarot scanned the area for a certain blue eyed woman. "Bulma! If you hear me go to my hut! Your healing hands are needed!" Kakarot prayed that the woman he called out had heard him. He was unable to see her through the sea of women and children that stood in attention. If she had not heard him then he would have to find her. The lord and Tien were in desperate need. Tien would be the first to be tended to due to the amount of blood loss.

A warrior held the hut's opening allowing an easier access inside. Moving past the obstacles strewn upon the ground they reached a free space to place down the lord and the cot he lay on down straight across where Kakarot's cot laid. It did not take much time until Bulma raced inside the hut heading straight for Yamcha checking him over immediately letting out a rush of air when she knew the man was okay. She turned her blue eyes on Kakarot. "Kakarot what happened out there? Is everyone okay?" She looked at the team of protectors until her eye's landed on Tien and a man laying down both bloody she gasped.

"Bulma I do not have time to explain now. Please just concentrate on the task at hand. Heal Tien and then once you are done heal this man."

Bulma approached Tien shaking away her past concerns setting out do to what is needed. She knelt down and then she noticed how badly he was hurt. His right arm was gone. He had leaves covering the open wound tied tightly together by several vines. Getting to work she untied her pouch removing all the contents on the ground below her. Taking a hold of a special root she placed it to Tien's mouth. "Chew on this Tien. It will numb the pain." She offered a weak smile she knew what she had to do and it would not be pleasant. Turning her had back to the men present she begun to shout orders. "Killen go get me a pail of clean water and boil it. Do we have any metal that is flat and wide? I need to burn the wound to stop the bleeding."

"We could use a log from the fire pit." Yamcha suggested.

"No good. Too much debris and soot would go in the wound causing a very bad infection." Bulma did not even look towards the man. Yamcha gulped and advert his eyes to the opening of the hut.

"We could use his chest plate. It is long, wide, and thin it will not take long to heat." Nappa pointed to his side at the man laying down.

"He is injured! We do not know the extent of his injuries! To remove his armour would cause him more damage." Kakarot objected.

"Kakarot we must. Tien will die from blood loss if we do not." Bulma remained stoic in her work.

"Don't worry Kakarot, the chest plate is held together by four straps around the ribs. We do not have to move him in anyway. I will just cut off the straps and gently lift it off." Nappa stepped over the the one named lord he bent down overlooking the armour. It was made out of the finest metal he ever saw tampered the blacksmith was very skilled to make armour such as this. Nappa removed his dagger and reached for the man's ribs very slowly he slid the blunt end of the dagger over the ribs waiting to feel the strap to hook onto his blade. Feeling the first one he continued until the second one was hooked as well he quickly turned the dagger around and sliced the straps off. He reached over to repeat the process on the other side and done a quick job of his task. He grasped the bottom of the armour and lifted taking the lord with it. They heard a pained grunt from the lord, and Nappa let go allowing the lord to hit the cot hard gaining a groan from the man. "Shit this one has six not four like the standard chest plate." Nappa frowned bending down once again to finish the job. He lifted the plate off and smiled looking over to Bulma he went to heat it up for her.

Kakarot did not pay attention to what was happening around him. His whole attention was placed in the man who laid down in his hut, the lord. He was wondering what the man looked like under the armour and helmet. Images of his face flashing through his head of an evil man with horns, and red eyes he shuddered with the thought. He started to think of the things the spirit told him about the man. It was only the circumstances that made the man what he was, and he could be reached he could be healed. Kakarot didn't know what to do he begun to question if he was able to accomplish the spirits request. Perhaps he will just let the man heal then let him leave to live his life far from the jungles. Maybe when the lord left he would no make it pass the jungles. Figuring to himself that it would not be on his hands no longer once the man healed he done as the spirit asked spared his life, and healed him.

A muffled shout filling his hut took him out of his musings. He turned his head and seen his men holding down Tien. He watched Tien roll his eyes inside his head and passed out from the burning pain Bulma caused to stop his bleeding. Once Bulma was done she smeared herbs on the wound with a flat utensil and wrapped it. Bulma raised her eyes to the other wounded man then to him and nodded it was time to finish her job.

Bulma took her pouch and moved over to the other man kneeling above him. "Does anyone know his name?" She looked to the others in the room only receiving a silent no. She released a frustrated sigh and began to check over the man. "I cannot see the extent of his injures with all the clothing and armour, I need for you Kakarot to remove it since you have the gentlest and sturdy hands here."

Kakarot silently agreed to Bulma's statement and moved closer until he was kneeling beside her. He started by removing the heavy boots and socks bearing the small feet. He removed the shin guards and belt. Kakarot was worried about removing the breeches he didn't know if he would indirectly hurt him more. But he knew that he had to for Bulma to really check him. Taking a hold he gently rolled them down leaving the undergarment on he noticed the bruises he left behind, and then something caught both his and Bulma's eye. A scar on his inner thigh Kakarot pushed his leg lightly to the side to further inspect it. There lay a scar of the letter L.F he touched it when he did he felt the man flinch and whisper a no. He looked towards the sharp critical eyes of Bulma. She touched his shoulder. "There will be time to find out Kakarot but right now we need to finish this and help the man." Kakarot nodded and continued taking off the gloves and the armour on the forearms.

"Nappa I need your dagger to cut open his shirt." Kakarot took the dagger that was held out cutting the sleeves towards the middle of the chest first then down the middle pushing it off to fall behind the lord. Kakarot and Bulma took in a sharp breath in union at the small scars littering the upper body. They were not scars of battle no this was from something else.

"This man was tortured." Nappa's statement was said with a dull voice voided of any emotion.

"Bulma check his neck and shoulders. I will not remove the helmet until then." Kakarot watched Bulma touched and poke around the specified areas for any type of injury or misplacements.

"Clear, I do not see or feel any injuries there. It seems to be more concentrated on the upper and lower parts of his body." Bulma sat back on her legs waiting for Kakarot to remove the last remaining obstacle.

Kakarot moved forward reaching out behind the man unlatching the hatch behind the helmet on the bottom. Holding the bottom opening out he looked at Bulma. "Bulma place your hand inside and hold his head up so I can remove it without any obstructions." The tension in the hut was high everyone was anticipating the look of the man below. They came closer to the three looking down to see this evil lord's face.

Kakarot removed the helmet and gazed at the man below he was in awe. The lord did not look like he had expected, he was a handsome young man. The men behind him released the breaths they were holding expect for one. Nappa stiffens and shouted for all to hear. "No...No it cannot be!" Gapping at the lord he turned and stomped out of the hut in a rushed manner.

Kakarot watched the retreating back of Nappa and wondered if he knew this lord. Kakarot stood and looked at his men. "Okay guys lets leave Bulma to her work and get Tien to his hut to rest gods knows he needs it." He offered a small smile to them helping them ease from the situation.

Kakarot and Yamcha carried Tien on a stretcher across the village to Tien's hut in silence. Both men lost in their own thoughts on Nappa's reaction when they revealed the lord's face. Kakarot will find Nappa and ask him what he knew of the man but first he had two other things to do bring Tien to his hut and inform the village of their victory. They reached the hut and walked in being franticly rushed by a small little boy once he saw Tien's condition. Kakarot shushed him and the boy became quiet, distress still evident on the boy's face. Well he was not a boy he was a man he just suffered from two illnesses. One he couldn't grow up he would be trapped in a body of a child, and the sun makes him ill so the man was pale. He was a twenty one year old man, a companion of Tien's, his name was Chiaotzu.

"Chiaotzu you need to take care of Tien. Give him this herb once he wakes it will numb his body." Yamcha spoke as he held out the herb to Chiaotzu.

"What happened out there Yamcha?" The high boyish voice asked.

"We fought Chiaotzu, this is the outcome of battle." Yamcha turned and left the hut leaving Kakarot behind.

Kakarot looked down at the childlike man and gave a calming smile. "He was amazing out there. The best Chiaotzu." Kakarot touched the top of his head and nodded turning and left.

Kakarot made his way through the waiting crowd stepping up on the steps of the gathering hut he addressed the people. "My brothers we won this battle!" The crowd roared. "We haven't lost any great warriors and only one was injured. Me and my men fought their leaders one by one taking them all down. We can continue to live in peace with our loved ones." The people shouted their joy to their protector. An old man wearing shaggy skins walked forward mumbling to himself looking side to side at the people with his grey eyes. Once he stood in front of Kakarot looking up at him from the ground he spoke.

"What of the outlander you brought here? Who is that man?"

Kakarot looked down at the old man that once was their healer. "He is the lord." The people gasped of shock. "He was severally injured and need of treatment." The people shouted their dismay. "Quiet! I will tend to him! He is my responsibility and will be my burden alone. I only ask if you treat him like you treat others."

The old healer shook his head and glanced back at Kakarot. "I hope you know what you are doing boy because I do not know. I hope you know what you bring amongst us. I seen inside him his heart is dark Kakarot." The old healer turned and walked away with several villagers in tow. Kakarot sighed he knew it will be ruff but it will only be until the man healed. Then he could leave and the village will not hold such worry. Now he had to find Nappa, he knew where to look anytime Nappa was upset or needed to think he would go to the waterfalls just outside the village. Looking towards the bush he was off racing through the bushes on the path.

Nappa sat on a patch of grass watching the mist of the falls swirl around the rocks trying to reach the sky. His thoughts and memories of the past long gone bombarded his mind. The old memories he left behind since the day they were all shipwrecked on the beach and made a home out of the jungles. He never thought his past would come back to haunt him in the flesh. He was remembering the majestic palace filled with the energetic happy prince racing the halls, the joyous laughter, and the small pranks he pulled on the noblemen and their daughters. He remembered the day he felt pure love for the child and seen him as one of his own blood.

Vegeta was only four years of age and was bouncing on his bed singing a silly song he learnt from a nobleman's son. Nappa tried his hardest to make the boy simmer down and go to bed only to fail hopelessly. Then Vegeta lost his footing and tumbled out of the bed hitting his elbow first on the hard flooring. Vegeta sat up, legs spread nursing his elbow, and tears flowed down his face looking to Nappa for comfort. Nappa scooped him up in his arms and held him until he stopped sniffling sitting on the edge of the bed. When Vegeta stopped he lifted his head and looked at Nappa with a tear stain face. Nappa wiped the tears away earning a smile from the prince. Vegeta reached his arms out and hugged him and he returned the hug. He placed him down on the bed and tucked him in and placed a small kiss on the boys head. Vegeta gave Nappa a small kiss on his cheek and whispered his thanks and that he loved him. That day forward Nappa saw Vegeta as his own son and loved him unconditionally.

Nappa smiled at the old memory wiping away the lone tear on his face. Vegeta was no longer the rambunctious child he knew. Now his little prince was a grown man, he was a feared and known as an overlord. He killed and conquered without mercy. What happened to him? He saw the scars, he had a damn pretty good idea. A hand touched his shoulder and he jumped. He was too lost in his memories to notice anyone coming he looked up to see his adoptive son Kakarot.

"Father I seen your reaction in my hut. I know you know who that man is. Please tell me." Kakarot sat down beside Nappa removing his hand. The man saved his life when he was a little boy and took him in with his wife Kala.

"Aye I know who that man is in a sense. I knew him when he was a boy I do not know him as a man son. I can only guess who he is now." Nappa sighed and looked into the eyes of Kakarot.

"I want to know about him father." Kakarot turn his gaze to the falls waiting for Nappa's story.

"Long before I met you and before I married you mother Kala I was a general and royal guard. I am from the lands of Orioa. I was a friend of the kings and he entrusted me with something very precious to him his only child his son. The young prince Vegeta. He was a good boy he played, learn, and at times would play tricks on others to take away the boredom of his studies. He loved to play hide and seek with me all the time." Nappa paused and chuckled at the memory. "When it was his eight year of birth and the moon festival." Nappa stopped and looked at Kakarot. "You remembered the legend of the phoenix and moon festival right?"

"Yes I liked the story." Kakarot nodded.

"Well that evening things began to happen the king was not himself and attacked his family, then the moon shone and the dragon won. It was a warning for as all that troubled times was upon us. Kala made us leave the lands that very night. I did not wish to leave I had a duty to the king and prince but your mother being the way she is knocked my hide out somehow. I do not know how that little woman got me in a wagon and drive us off to this day she will not tell me. When I woke up we were far from Orioa. After much arguing I left to go back she stayed behind with the wagon and waited for my return. When I got there everything was turn to ash and rubble. None lived they were all killed. I should have been there! I should have been with my king!" Nappa slammed his fist on the ground.

"Father no! You would have perished as well! What mother did was right father. You would have not saved me, not married mother, and all the good we done here would not have come to pass if you were there. Please let go of those regrets." Kakarot whispered the last sentence to Nappa helping calm down.

Nappa looked at Kakarot and gave him a sad smile. "I know son I know. I thought I did let them go when we came here. I was going to continue my life anew that day when you were still small but I didn't expect it to come back to me in this form. It seems your mother has rubbed off on you."

"What happened after, what came of Vegeta."

"I did not return to Kala, instead I was tracking the army who took away my home and purpose in life. Once I found their camp I snuck close enough to take a guard from their post and dragged him to the forest. I asked him why they came to Orioa, why they killed everyone. He told me they came for the prince and the king refused to hand him over to their lord Frezia. The lord told them all to destroy everything, wipe them all out and took the prince by force. He told me his lord was going to make Vegeta his slave and use him for his own purposes. It angered me and I killed him. I went back into the camp looking for this lord and the prince. I was going to kill him for what he done and take the prince far away to his mothers land. Then I was discovered. They thought they killed me when they tossed me off the cliff but I lived and when I awoke I was badly injured and dragged my sorry behind back to Kala. The rest you know. It was the last I heard of the prince I believed him dead to help move on in my life it was said that none of Frezia's slaves lived more than five years under him. I never thought I would see him again. I can only imagine the horror's he seen." Nappa placed a hand on the side of his head watching the water crash to the rocks below.

Kakarot soaked in all the information Nappa told him. The lords name was Vegeta but what happened to him under Frezia? They both sat on the grass in silence.

Vegeta awoke trying to open his eyes halfway trying to focus on his surroundings. He felt something touch his arm. He turned his head to look at the person touching him only to see the bluest eye's he ever saw. A beautiful woman was tending to him her eyes looking at his. Her eyes were the colour of an ocean on a summer day. Her eyes were turbulent with emotions and questions directed at him.

"Relax. I am a healer. You have many broken bones and fractures. It will take much time for them all to heal." She tilted her head and gave a small smile. "So do you have a name tough guy? I am Bulma."

Vegeta scoffed at the woman. "Even if I did have a name it is no concern of yours silly woman."

"Pity." Bulma snapped his shoulder in place and Vegeta yelped. "I should have warned you." Bulma smirked at the man earning her a growl of hostility. She poked his injured rib's and turned the growl into a groan. "Be quiet or I will poke harder next time."

"Aren't you supposed to be healing me and not causing more damage?" Vegeta bitten out his words to the woman.

"I told you to be quiet. Men they don't understand anything!" Bulma huffed out. Vegeta glared harder but stayed quiet he didn't want to be poked again. Once he was fully healed he would kill that woman. "I am going to set your ribs back into place. You may want to bite down on something so you dont break any teeth." She handed him a rope for him to use and he refused it by turning his head away. Instead he gripped the cot below. "Well if you chip any of your teeth don't blame me." Bulma get ready to place the ribs back into the right position. She went to work moving and snapping the broken ribs back into position all was accompanied by all loud yell. "There done. Not so bad um? Here drink this it will put you back to sleep." She put the turtle shell to his lips and he refused it. "Gods do you really think I will poison you! Really think on it do you truly believe after working as hard I did to you I will poison you?" She knew no matter what she said he wouldn't believe her so she had to show him the truth. "Fine I'll drink some first just enough to show it will not kill you. I am just going to ruin my night by sleeping in the late day." She took enough to fill have her mouth and opened it for the man to see it in there. Vegeta watched carefully making sure she drank it. Bulma swallowed and open her mouth again showing the liquid was gone. Vegeta grunted and smirked.

"I have something else you can fill your mouth with and swallow." He winked at her and Bulma became livid. Shoving the shell to his mouth and made him drink it all.

"You are such a swine! I should have poisoned the drink asshole!" She slapped him and stood walking away. She stopped and turned looking at the man. "I hope Kakarot knows what he is doing in keeping you here alive." Vegeta glared harder at her as she left.

Vegeta sighed closing his eyes he relaxed. He started smirking at a job well done in upsetting the woman. Even if his body was injured his tongue and sharp wit was still with him. Once he was healed he will burn this place down and continue his life forgetting all about his defeat. He wondered why he was kept alive maybe they had bigger plans for him. They killed his generals why not him as well. Perhaps they will tie him down to a pike keep him alive to show case their trophy. Shaking the thoughts from his head he needed to rest and heal. He needed to be at his best for anything in the future. His thoughts taking a mind of their own continued to Nappa, then Kakarot.
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