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Unforgivable	By : thePrincesJewel Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 7485 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Upon further reflection, it comes to me that I haven�t got a problem with yaoi between imaginary people. (I�m reading far too much of it to have a problem with it.) Yuri, I still have a problem with. It�s just me. I never claimed (and hopefully never will) to be normal.

I digress. Let�s see. Kuroichi is moving to Capsule Corp. Shouldn�t Bulma have a cow? I better get rid of her.

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Vegeta gave him the room adjoining his own, and left him to unpack. Kuroichi hadn�t been a collector, and had very little that needed unpacking. His few clothes didn�t even fill the dresser. Vegeta had allowed him to bring his tools, those he stuffed in the back of the closet. Somehow, he didn�t think his master would care to have them visible to anyone who just walked into the room, but would want at least some of them available. The capsule where he kept his few treasures he tucked behind one of the dresser drawers, and taped it securely.

That hidden, he sat on the chair at the desk. This room was bigger than the one he�d had the last time he�d stayed here, but other than that, not much different. White walls, white curtains, bed, desk, chairs, bookcases. It had a balcony, a small refrigerator, and an extra closet, the only differences. There wasn�t any personalization of any sort, it was as bare as his apartment had been. He rose, and opened the door to Vegeta�s room.

Dark blue walls, velvet burgundy curtains. A black satin comforter on the king-sized waterbed. All kinds of darker colored pillows and cushions, most in silk and velvet. Candles everywhere, and the smell of incense. The chairs were all overstuffed, plushy things except for the utilitarian ones at the desk and table. A mini-kitchen, Kuroichi noticed with the closest to a smile he�d had for a long time. There was a television VCR combo, and a huge bookcase full of videos. A game console, and a shelf full of games. Two more bookcases were overflowing with books. A few small photos were scattered around, three excellent paintings on the walls. A few magazines were on the floor next to the bed, having slipped from the pile on the nightstand. Except for that, the room was spotless.

He closed the door, regarding his own room again. The whiteness of it was glaring, reflecting the sun pouring through the open curtains. Unlike Vegeta�s room, there wasn�t the slightest bit of anything to tell about the person occupying it. Even the thick comforter he�d thrown over the bed did little to tell about him. The bright red blanket merely provided the only splash of color in the room.

�Bulma is gone, she�s on some business trip again. Trunks is with her,� Vegeta explained later that evening. �She left me a note, the trip was moved up from next week. So, you�ll have time to get settled in before you have to deal with anyone.�

�Yes, Master.�

Vegeta nodded. �Your duties are very simple, you do what I say. And I suggest you start with supper. You will eat with me.�

�As you say.� Kuroichi left the room, heading for the kitchen to begin a meal. He paused, then turned around. �Master, do you want anything in particular?�

�Surprise me.�

�Yes.� He continued on his way. Vegeta watched him go.

�This may take a little getting used to.� He turned on the television, idly flipping through the stations. And with an exasperated sigh, settled on the only show he hadn�t seen at least twice - some romantic pap.

Kuroichi searched through the cabinets and pantry of the huge Capsule Corp. kitchen. He had no idea what Vegeta might want, but did remember that the man positively hated green beans. He regarded an entire shelf of the things with some surprise, before remembering that Trunks loved them. But I won�t be cooking for Trunks. Will I? I�ll have to remember to ask.

Eventually, he found enough pots and pans to fix Vegeta a decent sized meal. He fixed up an appetizer plate, taking that to Vegeta before resuming his duties in the kitchen. Spaghetti - Vegeta loves pasta - and garlic bread, meatballs, a salad. Soup, there should be soup. And sandwiches. What else? Maybe cheese sticks? No, Ooey-gooey bread. That�d be better! Oh, a vegetable tray. No, I don�t think so. The salad should be enough. Doesn�t Bulma have any dressing? I guess I�ll need to make some. He likes his with lots of vinegar. Yuck.

He hummed as he worked, not trying to carry any kind of tune. He wasn�t particularly upset to be here, it was a better arrangement, all in all. He was provided with a room, meals, and money. Vegeta wouldn�t be coming by at unexpected intervals, waving needles around and threatening to shoot him full of drugs. And he knew the prince well enough to anticipate some of his needs and wants. This would do, for now.

�Kuroichi� take him home with you �Geta. But don�t forget me. Let me stay beautiful. Let me die innocent.� Goku�s last plaintive request haunted Vegeta. Let me die innocent. Let me die� let me� die. Kuroichi was here, with him, and within him, Goku. Your spirit was crushed, your will to live. Your family betrayed you, your friends. And when you recovered enough to try again, they didn�t even know you. I barely recognized you, you had changed so much. Should I let you die? I told you I would not forget you, that I would let you stay beautiful and die innocent. I do not break my promises, Goku.

He shot a look at his silent dinner partner. Kuroichi had flatly refused to eat any more, saying he didn�t want to get sick like the last time. With your chi suppressed, maybe you don�t need as much to eat. You are not Goku, or Kakarot. Kuroichi is no more than a normal human� I must remember that this is your choice. You have chosen to be what you are not, so that you may die innocent. I wonder if you are.

�Master?�

�Yes?�

�Do� will I be cooking only for you? Or for your family?�

�You�ll only cook for me. You�re mine, you don�t need to do anything I don�t specifically assign you to. But, it�s up to you if you want to take on extra responsibilities to them.� Vegeta had been expecting the question, or one similar. �You do not bed anyone except me.�

�I understand.� Kuroichi flushed slightly, to Vegeta�s amusement. Kuroichi rose, and cleared their plates. They�d eaten in the kitchen, he began washing up.

�Kuroichi?�

�Yes?�

�You do not need to attend me tonight.�

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Vegeta: Well, that was short.

Jewel: I had a thought that didn�t match up with this.

Goku: Huh?

Jewel: Well, I did. And then I reread a couple of chapters, and promptly had to erase 6 chapters. Annoying.
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