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The New Kid In Town	By : animeslave18 Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3451 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z or any of its characters nor do I make any sort of profit from writing it.

Chapter List
- 12
- 13
- 14
WARNINGS: Mild language, attempted rape, mild violence

A/N: I’m dreadfully sorry everyone for not having any lemons for you in any of my stories…. except for the sequel. :( I promise they’ll come soon…at least in two of them.

'thoughts'

"talking"

(…) Author’s thoughts

The week passed by unbearably slow, especially for Vegeta. For most of the day he did his regular studies, however, he was stuck in an office all day with just the one teacher and the counselor, who never left his side. He supposed in case he had another episode like before, but the only episode he wants to have is to express how incredibly bored he was. Despite the counselor’s constant presence, he never said a word to the woman. Even though Brolly told him so, he just didn’t feel comfortable opening up to someone he barely knew, let alone thinking that she would understand what he’s going through. No, he needed someone more trustworthy, someone that he liked to be around. He couldn’t help but think of Kakarot. The teen was still on his mind from that night and his guilt still ate at him. He ruined it. He shouldn’t have pushed it, Kakarot even said that he didn’t want that kind of relationship and yet…he tried it anyway. ‘That’s so odd. He seemed to enjoy it, didn’t he? Then…why did he push me away?’ He sighed, no longer paying attention to his lecture as he drew invisible, smudged lines on his desk with an eraser. ‘Perhaps, he has more to hide than what he’s letting on. Why won’t he tell me? Is it because of his condition? The condition he had since he was born…does he think that…people will think he’s a freak? But that’s impossible. He’s so beautiful…so perfect. The poor thing. If only he’d let me show him how wrong he is.’

“Vegeta, are you paying attention?” The instructor interrupted his thoughts.

He sat up straight and concentrated on the board for a second. “Yeah.”

“Then repeat what I just said.” The teacher said as he tapped the board with a pointing stick (pft, I don’t know what they’re called >.>).

Vegeta wanted to bang his head on his desk. ‘Could my life get any worse?’

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The weekend finally came and everyone was at Yamcha’s Friday night, including Vegeta. He knew it was a trap for others to ridicule him and what not, but for tonight, he could care less. By nine o’clock he was already drunk. The bass pumping from the music spread from inside the enormous house to the outdoors. The sliding glass doors and windows were open so the music could be heard all over as the cool night air traveled in the house, making it feel good against heated and tipsy bodies. Vegeta decided to join the mass of bodies swaying to the music, holding a drink in one hand while he pressed against a few other drunken bodies who didn’t mind dancing with him.

However, a hard body came up behind him, pressing himself into the smaller as he danced. “I’ve been looking for you.” A husky voice whispered in his ear.

Vegeta turned around to face the football star but kept on dancing. “So you found me. What do you want?”

Yamcha pressed forward, causing Vegeta to wrap his arms around him as they moved together. “You know what I want…” He answered in the same tone.

Vegeta leaned in until their noses practically touched. “Mm, yes I do.”

A smirk formed on the football player’s face as he stared into half lidded glazed eyes while holding onto the swaying, drunken body. He leaned forward and pressed a hungry kiss to soft compliant lips. Vegeta moaned into the kiss, wanting any kind of contact, however, it ended too soon for him when Yamcha pulled back. He chuckled. “And here I thought you wanted nothing to do with me.”

Vegeta kept his arms around the other’s shoulders, who’s hands roamed wherever they could. “You caught me in a good mood.”

“Then how ‘bout I take you upstairs and get you in a better mood.” Yamcha whispered huskily as his hands slipped underneath the other’s shirt while tasting a succulent neck.

Vegeta tipped his head back to take another few swigs from his drink before tossing it. He moaned at the other’s ministrations while keeping his head tipped back. “Sounds like a plan.” He answered in a dazed tone as those heated lips parted from his skin.

“Then let’s go.” Yamcha said simply, taking the other’s hand and guiding him up the steps.

Vegeta stumbled up a couple of them in his drunken state while chuckling, but Yamcha managed to keep him up right. Once they reached the top of the stairs, they passed by a few doors where some sounds were coming from them, signifying that they were occupied. When they reached Yamcha’s room, they realized it was occupied as well, but he kicked out the couple taking up space on his bed and shut the door behind him, leaving the lights off. He guided them to the foot of his bed and turned to face his soon-to-be-lover, who tripped on the carpet and collided into his chest.

Vegeta laughed at his clumsiness as Yamcha pulled him up and pressed hungry lips to drunken ones. Vegeta lazily responded as Yamcha eagerly got rid of their annoying shirts and maneuvered them on the bed so Vegeta was underneath him. They shared another kiss before Vegeta turned his head, spotting a few cups of alcohol on the nightstand next to the bed. He was all too aware of who was taking advantage of him all too soon and needed something to make him not care. He reached out, trying to get a hold of the red cup that held the promising liquid, but gasped when that certain place on his neck was attacked by nipping teeth and a wet tongue. Soon he was nothing more than a whimpering and writhing mass under the horny athlete. Yamcha moved up to take another kiss from the smaller and pulled back to admire what he’s done to the other. He smirked, “I’ve wanted you for so long.”

Vegeta panted into the air as the words were processed in his head. “Why?” He couldn’t help but wonder. It’s actually something he’s wanted to know for quite some time now.

Yamcha leaned down closer. “Well, why not? You’re sexy…popular…hot-tempered…and I’ve been wanting to do something with this tight ass of yours.” He placed kisses on heated skin between every word before gripping said ass.

Vegeta whimpered when rough hands gripped him and arched, trying to get away from the touch. No, this was wrong…this was all wrong. It wasn’t the right person. He liked him for all the wrong reasons and he didn’t like him…at all. The guy was selfish and only cared about boosting his own popularity. He groaned as his head swooned, unaware that his pants were being unzipped. “I…I don’t think…I want to do this.” He said through the hazy cloud in his mind. The last thing he wanted was a bad rumor to spread around at school.

“No, don’t get sober now. We’re already this far.” Yamcha said more to himself than to Vegeta as he tried removing the rest of their clothing.

“Y-Yamcha…” Vegeta panted in a panic, the reality of the situation coming to him. There was more shuffling and before he knew it, something hot and hard was pressing against him. “No!” He realized all too quickly what it was and pushed against the other, who took a hold of his wrists and pinned them to the bed while trying to guide himself into bliss. “No! Let go!” Vegeta shouted again as he began to struggle.

Just when the football star was about to push himself home, the door to the room slammed open; causing light to poor in and revealing a very angry Kakarot. “Get off him!”

Yamcha quickly turned to look behind him. “Kakarot! Get out!”

“Kakarot?” Vegeta whispered in disbelief, however not being able to see the gorgeous teen since Yamcha was all he could see.

Kakarot’s anger increased when he saw the sight before him. Yamcha was kneeling between toned legs and his arms were occupied, pinning down Vegeta’s arms…both of them were naked. He stomped towards them. “I said, get off of him!” He finally just threw the guy off when he wouldn’t budge, causing him to hit the wall and to the floor unconscious. Vegeta merely looked up at him through hazy eyes as Kakarot looked around for their clothes. Seeing the ones Vegeta was wearing earlier, he picked them up and set them on the bed next to the still form. He sat on the edge and lifted Vegeta’s upper body up to see if there was any damage. “Are you alright, Vegeta?”

Vegeta stared at the other and lifted a hand to his lovely face, however, he couldn’t see the other’s eyes in the dark, but he could see a head of unruly hair. “Kakarot?” He said again, almost believing that he was a dream.

Kakarot turned to the clothes on the bed and began carefully dressing the small teen. Once he was dressed, he stood him up and held onto him in case he fell. “Are you alright? Are you hurt?” He asked again, but in a more worried tone. Vegeta seemed to look around for a minute, as if to recall where he was then nodded. It couldn’t be seen, but Vegeta could tell that Kakarot had a smile when he spoke. “Good. Now come on, let’s get out of here and get you home.” He wrapped an arm around Vegeta’s waist and guided him out of the room.

When they reached the hallway, Kakarot was more visible, which caused Vegeta to actually see him…as if for the first time. “Why, if it isn’t my bodyguard.” He said in a swooning tone.

Kakarot smiled and held Vegeta’s hand to his cheek when he placed it there. “Always glad to be of service.”

Vegeta laughed and pressed himself to that godly form. “Mm you promised me a dance!” He pouted into that hard body. “I’m not leaving until you dance with me.” He tried to say seductively with a smirk, but it ended up being a slur with a drunken smile.

Kakarot looked at him with concern for a moment. The guy didn’t even seem capable of walking on his own two feet, let alone of thought. “I don’t know…” He drawled.

Vegeta tried punching the hard chest in front of him, but instead pushed himself away. “C’mon! You promised!” He tried scowling, but looked like he was still pouting; which made Kakarot think it was adorable.

He ended up sighing in defeat. “Okay, but just one-“ The tall teen didn’t get a chance to finish as he was dragged from the hall, down the stairs, and to the dancing crowd.

“Vegeta, I don’t know. This is a lot different than what we practiced.” Kakarot said with uncertainty as he eyed everyone else, who were bumping and grinding against one another, instead of simply holding each other at a slow pace; like he and Vegeta were doing the other day.

Vegeta stopped at the edge of the crowd and brought Kakarot closer to him, pressing his lithe body against Kakarot’s bigger form. “It’s alright. Just go with it. Move with me.” Vegeta slurred as he turned and planted his back against a hard chest. He pressed his butt firmly back against a stirring crotch and began to sway his hips to the song currently playing.

Kakarot’s breath hitched at the feeling as his hands tensed at his sides, totally uncertain as to what to do with them and his body. Vegeta answered his silent question when he grabbed his wrists and brought them to a slender waist and moving hips. When Vegeta thought they were firmly placed there and they weren’t going anywhere, he moved his own hands to nervous and broader hips and coaxed them to move along with him. He moaned at the friction between them, but it was drowned out with the loud bass of the music. Kakarot whimpered at the feeling as well, wanting to do more than just hold the smaller, but held himself back. Vegeta wasn’t quite himself and he’ll do what he can to keep himself in check…and so Vegeta doesn’t do anything too crazy. After a minute or two, Kakarot loosened up a little more and got more into the rhythm of the music as Vegeta’s arms snaked around his neck while his stayed and roamed a little around that lithe waist and taunting hips. When the song was over, Kakarot knew he should take Vegeta home, but deep down, he didn’t want to leave. He wanted to stay like this a while longer.

However, that feeling was destroyed when Vegeta suddenly pulled away to run to the bathroom and heave up all he drank. Kakarot stared after him in concern and debated, only for a moment, if he should follow. Quickly making up his mind, he followed Vegeta to the bathroom and didn’t bother knocking as he went in. Vegeta sat on the floor with his head in the toilet, loud and disturbing sounds coming from him. Kakarot sighed and grabbed what appeared to be a clean towel and a washcloth. He wetted the washcloth in cool water then bent down and sat beside him. Vegeta lifted his head after the feeling subsided somewhat, panting from the effort. Kakarot used that opportunity to hand him the towel. Vegeta stared at it with tired eyes for a moment before slowly grabbing it and wiping his mouth on it. Kakarot moved a little closer to place the cool washcloth against Vegeta’s sweaty forehead. The lithe teen smiled tiredly at the action before losing his vision slightly and the ability to sit up and collapsed. Kakarot caught him in time before he hit the floor though and looked worriedly at a confused stare. “Do you want to go home now?” He pressed the cloth to his head again, dabbing away at the beads of sweat.

Vegeta panted up at him for a moment before shaking his head slightly. “No. I don’t want to…go home.” He panted as he fought another wave of nausea.

Kakarot thought for a moment. “Well, you want to stay the night at my house then?” Vegeta looked to him for a moment before attempting another smile and nodded. Kakarot smiled back, thinking it was probably safer at his house anyway. He set the wet cloth and towel aside. “Think you can stand?”

Vegeta contemplated for a moment. “I suppose…there’s no harm in trying.” He slurred out as Kakarot moved to stand while holding him up still.

Kakarot moved one of Vegeta’s arms around his neck and secured it by gripping his hand with his and lifted to stand. On their way, Vegeta bent over the toilet again to get more of the offending liquor out of his system then leaned back, making Kakarot support all his weight. “Feel better now?” Kakarot asked as Vegeta gave him a glazed look and shrugged. He gave the smaller a look of concern. “Well, let me know when the feeling hits you again.”

Vegeta merely nodded before Kakarot led them out of the bathroom and weaved through the crowd and out into the cool night air. It brought a chill to Vegeta’s heated body, but was welcoming none-the-less. He gasped when something really hot gripped him just above his hip, where Kakarot’s arm was securing him. He looked down and realized his shirt came up a bit in their movements, causing Kakarot’s bare arm to touch bare skin. Vegeta looked up at him with curious and lazy eyes before leaning more into the warmth next to him. “You’re…so warm.”

Kakarot smiled briefly before yelling came from the house and caught his attention. “Kakarot!”

The tall teen groaned. ‘I thought I knocked the guy out? Apparently, I didn’t throw him hard enough. Then again, I guess it’s only fair that I owe him a punch.’ However, he kept trudging away with his burden as the guy came running after him in anger. Yamcha ran right in his path, blocking their way, breathing harshly and apparently he put on some pants and a long sleeve shirt in his haste. “Who the hell gave you the right to barge into my room like that?! You know you were interrupting something!” He wobbled a bit on his feet while holding his head slightly; apparently the blow from earlier still affecting his consciousness.

Kakarot gave the athlete a look. “Well from the sounds of it, Vegeta didn’t seem to be enjoying himself very well.” He gestured towards the wasted teen with a nod of his head.

Vegeta just shook his head; either from fighting off another wave of nausea or in agreement, Kakarot wasn’t sure. Yamcha held himself still while thinking of an answer. “That still didn’t give you the right to interrupt!”

Kakarot glared at him. “Right or wrong, what’s done is done. I’m sure you can find someone else to take his place.”

Yamcha glared at him in return before taking a step forward. “Listen, it won’t take long. Just let me borrow him a little while longer, then you can have him.” He grabbed Vegeta’s other arm, that was hanging loosely at his side, and attempted to pull him into his arms.

However, Kakarot growled and held Vegeta tighter. “What makes you think I want him in this state? You should be ashamed for even thinking it.”

Yamcha rolled his eyes. “Oh, please. He isn’t the first. Although, I wish he was.”

Just when Kakarot was about to punch the guy and knock him out for good, Vegeta leaned forward and threw up all over the football star. Yamcha took a step back in surprise, throwing his arms up in the air in disbelief and disgust. Kakarot couldn’t help but chuckle, which caused Vegeta to laugh along with him. The drunken teen stood, actually supporting some of his weight and pointed at him with a grin. “That’s…what I have to say…about that. Oh and…by the way…you’re a selfish, greedy, fuck, who loves nothing more…than to make others look…and feel bad…because deep down…you’re rotting inside like the…disgusting pig you are!” Half the time he had to catch his breath from what just happened while trying to stand still. Although, half of that he was referring more to himself than to the teen in front of him. Yamcha just sneered at him and stomped towards his house. Vegeta looked back and waved, the gesture going unnoticed by the other. “Bye, Yamcha! I had a good time!” He chuckled again before his knees buckled.

Kakarot caught him just in time, however, and straightened him. He huffed. “Okay, I think I’ll just go ahead and carry you because at this rate, it’ll be dawn by the time we get home.” They actually didn’t live too far away, just a couple blocks, but Vegeta was barely moving. Not to mention he would have to throw up every now and then on the way.

They made it to Kakarot’s around midnight, Vegeta only emptying his stomach a couple more times on their way. Kakarot was actually surprised to see that his father was home and was waiting up. ‘How long has it been since I last saw him? Last week? Honestly, how busy can he be?’ Kakarot carefully set his burden down on the couch, who slumped in his position but kept sitting up, expecting Kakarot to carry him to bed. “Now what happened to him?” Bardock asked, a little annoyed, once he stood from his recliner.

Kakarot held the smaller steady as he sighed then answered his father. “We just came back from a party.”

Bardock narrowed his eyes as he watched his son care for the other by checking his temperature and wiping off the bit of bile on his chin. He sneered. “Were you drinking?”

Kakarot rolled his eyes. “Of course not, but Vegeta was. Some…other things happened too, but hopefully, he doesn’t remember.” After a few minutes of silence, Kakarot decided to take Vegeta to bed since he could hardly stay sitting up. He pushed open the guest room that Vegeta stayed in last time with his elbow and carefully laid the smaller on the plush bed. He pulled back the blankets and sheets from underneath the prone form then proceeded to take off his shirt and shoes, leaving on his pants. He left for a moment and came back with a plastic bucket that looked like it was used for mopping and placed it on the empty nightstand next to the bed. “In case you need it.” He said gently while covering the half-naked form with the blankets.

Vegeta slowly rolled onto his side to see what his crush was talking about…and to hopefully make the horrible feeling subside somewhat. He closed his eyes with a groan. “Okay.”

Kakarot smiled softly before heading towards the door. “I’ll be right out here in the living room. So, let me know if you need anything.” He waited for a response, but when nothing came for a few minutes, he proceeded to leave.

“Thank you.” A raspy whisper responded, then Vegeta was out like a light.

Kakarot smiled again before flicking off the light and closed the door, leaving it slightly ajar.

Bardock stood with his arms crossed as he watched his son sit on the couch across from him. “So, are you going to tell me what happened?”

Kakarot sighed as he loosely clasped his hands together while his elbows rested on his knees, leaning forward a bit. “It’s none of your business. I took care of it.”

Bardock gave him a glare. “Oh, like you did when you saved him from those other boys at the Oktober fest? You almost killed them! You do realize they’re still in the hospital, don’t you?” He gestured wildly in his anger.

Kakarot groaned and rested his head in his hands. “Well at least they’re still alive. Besides, no one noticed.”

“He has! You do realize we’ll have to leave if you keep this up! He’s bound to tell someone! Do you want to keep doing this the rest of your life?” Bardock shouted again.

Kakarot stood then and went over to his father until he was right in front of him. “Keep your voice down.” He whispered through clenched teeth while glancing at the door where Vegeta slept. “Besides, he hasn’t noticed. Last time he was in shock and now he’s so drunk, I doubt he’ll remember anything.” He kept his voice low and assuring.

Bardock sighed, calming somewhat. “You may have been lucky so far, but keep it up, and your luck will run out. Why don’t you just let the boy be? He’s trouble enough as it is and bound to bring you into it if you keep getting into his affairs.”

Kakarot’s gaze went to the door again. “I don’t know what it is about him. For some reason, I can’t leave him alone. It could be because he is always in trouble and no one’s there to save him. And his scent…” He trailed off, not really sure how to describe it.

However, this peeked his father’s interest. “What about his scent?”

Kakarot shook his head slightly, never tearing his eyes from the door. “I’m not sure. It’s…different from anything I’ve ever smelled before. It smells really good. I…I’ve been having a hard time controlling myself around him.” His gaze became concerned.

Bardock’s eyes widened and then groaned after a moment. “I was afraid this would come.” He muttered more to himself.

Kakarot turned his gaze to him. “What are you talking about?”

Bardock sighed, thinking it was no use to keep it from him any longer. “From what I’ve heard, when a human smells exceptionally good to us, it means that they could be a possible mate.” He looked to Vegeta’s door too, as if it were the cause for all this to happen.

It was Kakarot’s turn to be surprised. “What? How can you be so sure of that?”

Bardock moved his gaze to his son’s. “I’m not. I read it somewhere…in a book that seemed to be mostly right about everything else about us. However, there seemed to be a few things that were a bit off or things that I wasn’t certain about yet, this was one of them.” He turned to sit in his recliner again and slumped back against the plush chair.

Kakarot turned a quick glance to the bedroom then back to his father. “But…what does that mean? How can anyone be so sure as tell who can be a possible mate?”

His father shrugged. “Maybe they won’t be as surprised at what we are. Perhaps…they adapt better to our way of living. Perhaps they could even be our soul mates. Although, this is all just theory. There are more than one of them out there, which is why we form packs sometimes.”

Kakarot narrowed his eyes in thought. “Yeah, I’ve heard you mention packs before. For protection right?” When his father nodded, he went on. “But then…who would be alpha?”

Bardock shook his head. “I’m not sure. You and I could quarrel over such a position or perhaps we won’t since we’re already father and son. So, maybe, we already have a pack starting and it’s just the thought of adding more that’s making us nervous.” He sighed. “This is why I’ve been hesitant in making it grow. I don’t know what’s going to happen. I prefer it to stay like this. Just you and me.” He stared at the coffee table in front of him, lost in his words and endless worries.

Kakarot turned his gaze at the floor. “Well, maybe we should add another member to our little pack. I mean, it’s…kinda lonely…with just you and me. Maybe…it wouldn’t hurt to add another.” He said the last part quietly.

His father heard it as clear as day. His gaze hardened and turned it to his son. “You’ll have to turn him.”

Kakarot took a step back in surprise then. “What??”

“In order to add him to the pack, he has to be one of us. If you truly desire him, it would probably be best.” Bardock answered in a surprisingly calm voice.

“But…why?” He didn’t think he could do it…take away another’s humanity and turning them into a monster.

Bardock thought for a moment. “From what I’ve read, if one’s scent is alluring to one like us, then it’s possible that it may be alluring to others. It would be safer if you claimed him. That way, the others would know not to touch him. However, that doesn’t mean that they won’t try. I doubt there are very many of us out there. So, I imagine they’ll try and take over our pack and become the alpha.”

Kakarot looked lost. “But…I don’t want to turn him. I don’t want to turn him into a…a monster.” He whispered the last part, unsure of how his father will react to referring themselves as monsters. Even though the man has expressed how he despises what he is, he never did express in what he thought of his own son.

Bardock stood then and went over to hold his son’s shoulders in a comforting gesture. “You’re not a monster son. You have more self-control than most humans. Not to mention you care about them too much for your own damn good.” He chuckled lightly at the last part, which made Kakarot smile slightly.

“I’m surprised you’re taking this so well. You know, me having feelings for… a guy.” He said the last part in hesitance.

Bardock’s expression had a guarded look to them, but held his son’s face and made him look at him none-the-less. “You’re my son. I’ll support you no matter what you choose or what you think is right. I only hope that it brings you happiness.”

Kakarot smiled. “Thanks, dad.”

Bardock smiled in return and clapped his son’s upper arm. “Well, let’s get some sleep shall we? It’s late.”

Kakarot nodded and looked at the sofa. “I’m gonna sleep out here. In case Vegeta needs anything.”

Bardock merely nodded before heading upstairs. “Night.”

“Goodnight.” Kakarot called softly before making himself comfortable on the couch. After an hour of thinking about the things that happened that night, sleep finally claimed him.

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Geez, I have to have a rape scene in every story I right! O.o Kinda tells ya what kind of person I am. >.> Don’t get the wrong idea though. I may have a rape fetish, but writing/reading it is different than the real thing. Not that that’s happened to me yet (knocks on wood), but I imagine it would be frightening. :/ Anyway, Kakarot saved the day again! Yay! ^^ No rape scene for Yamcha in this chappie. Nope, nope. :) Oh and I think the song Frozen by Celldweller would go pretty well with this chapter. :) And maybe in some other parts in the story. I would also recommend another version of the song by Celldweller vs. Blue Stahli. That’s just good music. :3 Let me know if any of you like it, if you choose to listen. ^^
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