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Welcome to the new world filled of savages	By : Vegetaswriter Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5029 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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My job

            It was a hard and long meeting with the King; Yamcha was only pleased when he finally left the palace, he wasn’t one for interrogations. In the end he finally convinced the King the land was barren and useless to the expansion of the crown. One thing he didn’t like was how the Queen demanded to see the savage and her curiosity was egged on by the King once they learned that his Vegeta was the savages Prince. Of course this took more convincing to the monarch duo on his part to postpone the meeting at a later time, until the savage could speak proper tongue and address them properly he argued; thankful that the argument was taken in consideration.

            He climbed into his carriage looking over the palace joyful, how he was able to spin the lies and not slip was nearly spectacular to him. They believed it, and that was all he needed. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the object laying in there; Vegeta’s feather. He took it from him last night as a keepsake, something to keep him company when he would be away from him, he supposed. He sniffed it and it smelt of the savage world, stroking the buck skin he mused on the moment he laid eyes on the savage. He couldn’t wait to return.

            Last night as he looked back onto it, he thought of the confusion in Vegeta’s eyes when he did not give him pleasure; naturally this took all his willpower not to ravish his property. For an odd reason he wished to court the little savage, maybe it was the air he chuckled. Perhaps being placed back into the society of lords, and ladies brought out that side of him, the side where he was a lord and gentleman. He smirked as he thought of the sheer rapture on Vegeta’s face when he tasted the cake; he knew he would have to make Vegeta try more sweet things, maybe he would spread such treats on his torso so the savage could lick it up. He shuddered and trailed a hand down to his crotch as he licked his lip; loosing himself in fantasies.

            Raditz sat in a stupor calling out to the spirits; he sat there unmoving for nearly three days, a lone buffalo skin his only company. His mind was alert his body tired and worn down by the chill of winters wind. He mourned for his little brother, and prayed; singing under his breath a boy hood song they use to sing. The day Vegeta went missing the tribe went into an uproar, Vegeta’s father demanded the braves to track and hunt him down; but it was him, Raditz that stopped it all. He did as Vegeta asked of him; he told them all Vegeta was walking the big journey for the spirits and that they must celebrate his life. It was hard to witness the hurt and lost on Vegeta’s mother and father faces; loosing their only child must be heart rendering. It hurt more to lie to them when he knew of the truth and troubles Vegeta was going to face, no, was facing. For it was the demon Piccolo who had shown him the truth of the matter.

            Now he sat here doing another wish Vegeta asked of him, he sat there for enlightenment, for the moon children to speak of their secrets, hear the call of the wolves and learn their song, to hear sky woman and her words of wisdom, and most of all to greet the creator and become the shaman of the tribe. But his mind was troubled, he couldn’t stop thinking of his little brother and his fate; his admiration of Vegeta grew stronger and stronger, for it was his sacrifice that will save the people. Would he be able to do the same if he was the one with the choice? To walk into the arms of despair whole-heartily without turning tail and dart off like a spooked rabbit? He raised his head and looked into the stars. “Vegeta my little brother, may the creator be with you always.”

            Vegeta watched the sky as it darken with clouds, snow was sure to fall. The window fogged under his breath and he couldn’t help but to dip his finger in their and made a shape; the shape of the sun where the great creator slept and watched down on them. He grunted hating how he was feeling and stood to walk around, something to occupy his mind. He pushed open the doors startling the servant, he couldn’t help but to chuckle when the man eyed him wearily; he snapped and bared his teeth to the man with a deep growl efficiently scarring the man off. He wanted to laugh at how easily it was accomplished; maybe this could be his past time, scarring the poor man. He shrugged his shoulder as he made his way down the lengthy and narrow steps.

            Portraits of men and women stared him down, he couldn’t help but to touch the art wondering if they would move under his hand, awed by how lifelike they were. They all sat in the same position, on a chair sternly staring forward portraying a strict lifestyle. He would probably look as still as well if he was confined in as many clothing as they wore. The last one on the wall was different, it was of Yamcha and Vegeta couldn’t help the mirth he expelled. There the white man stood tall a fist on his chest as he looked skyward, flags blowing, and muskets drawn around him. Vegeta shook his head; he would never wish to be immortalized in such a boastful fashion.

            He listened to the click clacks of his shoes on the harden floors, and tilted his head as they echoed back to him. On his walk he took a path that wasn’t on the tour Yamcha provided; instead he passed through rooms filled of scents of food and he knew this was where the food was prepared, through small corridors he passed through nothing special about them. He came to a halt when he met a large door, and instantly his sense of adventure came forth. He pushed open the door hearing the creaks of olden wood, dust came down; this was a place rarely opened.

            He came to another halt as the darken room slowly lit up from the light behind him. He turned looking for a source of light finding a lighted lamp holder on the wall. He moved in slowly poking and prodding objects, taking his time to hold them and feel their weight. Objects he couldn’t name all laid before him, and a boyhood wonder made it nearly irresistible not to learn what they were. Where did they come from, and how were they used?

            He stepped back and bumped into an object, it clattered to the floor nearly making him leap out of his skin from being startled. He turned quickly and lifted the object; he gasped as he stared harder. It was from his dream, he knew this.

            “That is a Viking helmet. Won by my great grandfather, from the Viking King himself.”

            Vegeta turned his head and looked at Yamcha, and again turning his attention back to the helmet. He hoped Yamcha would continue with the explanation of the object.



“Here let me show you.” Yamcha smiled as he took the sliver helmet from Vegeta’s hands. He blew on it to remove the gathered dust. “They would wear it on their heads like this.” He placed it on and gave it a good tong from his fist. “It protects their heads from injury in battle.”

            Vegeta reached out his hand as a sign he wanted to inspect it once again. The use of it was not exactly what he wanted to know, he knew they wore it, he saw it on a man in his dreams, the man who said he would save him. He nodded his head when it was placed in his hands and he rubbed it looking to see if the same design from his dream was there. It wasn’t, it was different.

            Yamcha leaned back on the old desk, his hands becoming powdery from the dust. He hasn’t been in here since he was a small boy. He looked around seeing objects he use to play with, things that came from all around the world. His great grandfather was quite a collector. “This was my great grandfathers study, everything here came from many places, many lands. Things he won in battle, others given to him by admirers. So I’m told.” Yamcha snorted. “ I use to play in here when I was a boy.” Yamcha tilted his head back and chuckled at old memories. “You know I always wanted to be like him, traveling around the world experiencing new places and peoples, I guess that’s why I enlisted in the imperial navy and went to the new world. A place my grandfather’s feet never touched.”

            Vegeta raised a brow, why would he be telling him these things. If Yamcha believed he couldn’t speak a word in their tongue then why the persistent ramblings. He went to leave but was halted by Yamcha holding his arm. He growled low.

            “I want to show you something savage.” Yamcha beamed a reassuring smile and let go of Vegeta’s arm. He moved over to the desk and opened a drawer. He pulled out a small little trinket. “This came from Russia; it belonged to a Princess there. She gave it to my grandfather when he was still young. Apparently she was infatuated with him.” Yamcha placed the egg shaped porcelain into Vegeta’s hand.

            Vegeta looked it over, the gold trimmings, and blue swirls of design caught his eye. Lightly he touched it here and there wondering if it were an egg and as delicate to the touch. Pleased to find out it was hard like stone, and yet smooth. He pressed it on the sides seeing how it moved, and then lightly tapped the tip. He jumped when it opened and dropped it to the floor; he broke it. He took in a sharp breath when he witnessed a figurine of a woman slowly spinning around with a light sound of music. Vegeta slowly swooped down and picked it up, engrossed in the woman’s dance.

            Yamcha’s smile widen when he watched Vegeta gaze at the egg with wonder. He couldn’t help but not to smile, he had the same reaction when he had first seen it. “I use to play with it all the time as a child, I wanted it in my room so the music could help me sleep, but my father wouldn’t allow it.”

            “Excuse my Lord, but there is a man here to see you.” The servant bowed.

            “Thank you, I’ll be right there.” Yamcha pushed himself from the desk, and spread his arm out towards the door so Vegeta knew they were leaving.

            Vegeta gently placed the object down and turned. Then he felt the egg being placed in his hand once again. He looked over to Yamcha. “Keep it Vegeta, a gift to you.” Vegeta’s brow frowned but took the object none the less.

            Vegeta walked back, heading to his room once again, passing through the kitchens and halls the musical egg in hand. Yamcha not far behind him. Once he made it to the stairwell he heard Kakarot. He took careful steps backwards to look into the other room to hear what was being said.

            Yamcha greeted the Spaniard, in all honesty he didn’t expect to see him ever again. “So tell me Spaniard what do I owe the pleasure in seeing you again?”

            Kakarot stumbled slightly. “Yes ah um, I wanted to extend my services to you Lord. I wish to continue to teach the savage the common language.”

            Yamcha nodded. “It would be much less of a hassle if you do, he knows you at least. How much do you want?”

            Kakarot bowed his head. “As you know sir I am not from here. The only requirement I ask for is boarding.”

            Yamcha raised a brow. “Boarding? That’s all?”

            “Yes it would be much easier, since I do not have a horse it is hard for me to travel back and forth, and I do not have a home here.” Kakarot explained.

            Yamcha took a step back contemplating his options. “In all honesty Kakarot, why do you wish to teach the savage? If there is no currency gained then why?”

            “Honestly Lord, I only wish to teach him. It would be a great story for when I am older to tell my grandchildren that I taught a savage how to speak and read, and since I already started the task, I think it would be fair for me to see it through to the end.” Kakarot kept his head down, he was afraid Yamcha would see through his half truths.

            “Well then Spaniard how about this then, you take room in the stables watch over my horses, teach the savage, and I’ll pay you a few coins a week. I cannot allow you not to gain profit from this, it is against my belief. If a man works hard then money is deserved. Does that sound good to you?”

            “Yes Lord Yamcha that sounds great. When do you need me to start?”

            “Tomorrow Spaniard, this day is wearing thin, I only wish to dine then relax. The savage also had a long few days and sleep is in order for us all.” Yamcha faked a yawn and stretched.

            “Yes Lord, so the stables? Where are they?” Kakarot questioned.

            “Oh yes, Harold! I will get my servant to show you to them, he will explain everything that needs to be done, and food and payment will also be worked out by him.” Yamcha looked over to his servant Harold and greeted him with a smile. “Please take Kakarot to the stables and get him settled in.”

            Kakarot bowed his head again watching as Yamcha left, before he turned away to follow Harold he saw a glimpse of Vegeta, he gave him a smile. He felt his heart warm under the quick small smile given in return.

            “Please sir, follow me.” Kakarot snapped his head back, a wide toothy grin on his face; looking for the world like a boy who got what he always wanted.

            “Just call me Kakarot, or Spaniard like the rest.”

            Harold nodded sternly. “Of course sir.”



Well they say you aren’t doing something right if you don’t offend someone. I think I should put that in my disclaimer, has one chapter of religious questioning? Then people will know there is one chap to skip, or skip the whole fic all together.

Animeslave18- Agreed, it is scary to get to know oneself. To question what you know from truths and lies is hard. Before I get into more trouble hehe I mean by truths and lies as in what your taught, family, friends, school etc.

Sar- Sorry you feel that way, I don’t think I ruined any atmosphere in my fic, and it will continued on as planed. Thank you tho for enjoying my fics XD. Yeah I know the cocoa bean came from the Aztecs and they used it for religious rights, but the actual chocolate products were created in the 1600’s yeah several hundreds shy of the fic haha, but I thought it was cute. Why not.

Kiki- Thank you for you’re review… That course is really fun, I took it for extra credit and yeah it is really good learned lots.

Zofo- I know I decided to put more depth (angst) in the story, Yammy changing to woo the savage prince. And more tid bits put here and there.
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Welcome to the new world filled of savages