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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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Chapter 15
            Vegeta sat on the top step watching as the slave placed up pine from trees around the halls, staircase, and walkways, he scratched his head when said tree branches was decorated with little red bows and ribbons, flowers hung upside down in random halls; strange he thought, usually plants used as medicine was kept in a pouch close to the medicine man, or healer in practice, why would they place it in such awkward and hard to reach places?
            He itched to find the reasoning for such strange behaviours, he couldn’t wait for Kakarot to rise to answer his inquiries. The wait fortunately for him wasn’t long, once he thought it the oaf walked in whistling low.
            “Wow, the place looks great if I say so myself sir.” Vegeta watched as Kakarot spun around looking around, a beautiful smile brightening the room far much better then the candles ever could.
            “Thank you, Sir Kakarot.” The butler pause his task looking over to the Spaniard. “Master Yamcha wishes to know how you are progressing; he is far too busy to find the answer himself.”
            “Oh he is doing well with greetings now, but he cannot hold a conversation as of yet, but within a month I am sure he will be able to keep up small talk.” Kakarot looked over to Vegeta giving him a devilish smirk and wink, which of course made the proud native man blush.
            Vegeta lightly scoffed, simple conversations indeed. Standing with a light stretch he moved to the room he was given, waiting for the man to understand his meaning. He stayed leaned up against the wall of the room keeping the door open for him to enter, he was thankful that this day wouldn’t be a long wait for much of anything. Shutting the door behind him, he got right down to the nitty gritty of their usual meetings. “Why is he putting tree branches around the house?”
            “Oh yeah I didn’t cover this with you had I?” Kakarot grinned.
            “Obviously.” Vegeta rolled his eyes.
            “It is getting closer to Christmas!” Kakarot bounced from one foot to another like a little child. “It is the time of year when families come together to celebrate giving small gifts, and eating bountiful foods.”
            “Hm, sounds kind of similar to our celebration.” Vegeta placed the tip of his thumb to his mouth. He was going to miss his family celebration.
            “Really?”
            “Yes, tell me, what is this Christmas about? How did it start?” Vegeta listened as Kakarot explained the reason of Christmas, the story of their saviour and was taken aback by the slight similarities as to why they celebrated with bountiful foods, and family.
            “So is it like yours?” Kakarot leaned in closer to the savage bringing his nose to touch Vegeta’s earning him a bright blush.
            “Um… yes and no. You see we celebrate in the time of the dead winter because of the Great Spirit. The Great Spirit isn’t a he or she, but the offspring of the great creator. The spirit came down as my people grew weak, tired and weary of the harsh winter rations low from lack of hunt the summer that came and gone, and the cold bit at their toes. The story as my father told me and grandfather told him when he was a boy was as my people nearly gave up a brilliant light came down to the tribe, it was a snowflake not like the ones you see everyday. It was unreal big, bright and sparkled like the stars in the sky; the elder of the village went to touch it, to understand the snowflake, once it was scooped into his withered cold hands it burst to many snowflakes and transformed into thousands of fireflies it warmed the village, melted the snow and the bushes became heavy with fat berries, the light from the fireflies attracted animals to kill for my people. The great spirit brought food and hope to my people keeping them alive and since then in the winter my people would celebrate we would eat the dried berries picked from the summer, and come together for the special day, the children would have long sticks the tips lighten up by a flame and we would run around pretending to be fireflies.” Vegeta smiled widely, remembering. “My father would sing to me, hold me up so my flame would be the highest, my mother would cook the meat playing with her beaded necklace… she would never stop smiling.” Tears brewed with Vegeta’s memory capturing Kakarot’s heart. “Then once the feast was prepared we all sit together, and sing prayers of thanks to the Great Spirit leaving a bowl of the various foods as an offering to the Great Spirit. Lastly at the end of the day, my parents would give me a bead, every year, they were making a necklace for me and once it was done it would be given to me, a sign I was a man in their eyes.” Vegeta’s shoulders slumped his eyes fixated to the floor. “This winter would have been the last bead, and I would have received that necklace…”
            Kakarot wrapped his arms around Vegeta, holding him dear, stroking his back in comfort, he wished he could do something now, something to brighten his little distraught prince. He placed a gentle kiss upon his head, holding him all that much tighter. No amount of words would ever comfort him, all he could do was hold on.
~~~~~~ Christmas ~~~~~~~~
            Vegeta sat at the grand table listening to the clitter clatter of the dishes being placed at the table. A strange bald man sat not far from him, watching him, sizing him up never taking his eyes from him. Yamcha sat across him, dressed in his finest talking to the strange man named Tien, even his love Kakarot sat at this table acting as an translator; useless really he didn’t wish to speak to the group, it didn’t matter how simple the question were, he didn’t wish to speak and he wouldn’t.
            So instead he listened to their mindless conversations, wanting to chuckle from time to time at it, the poor fools didn’t know he could understand them. They talked about money, him, money, family and him. But he continue to mind himself and eat the food offered, why let it go to waste?
            “Lord Yamcha, would it be possible if we did a small thing for Vegeta?”
            Yamcha raised a brow. “What would that be?”
            Kakarot smiled telling the others of the story Vegeta had told him of the Great Spirit, and the traditions. He also explain since it was such a holy and giving day they should at least do something kind for the Indian.
            Tien clapped his hands together in joy. “Ah yes that would be wonderful would it not dear cousin? Maybe we should dress him up as well and let him dance for us?” Tien leered over the savage. “I always wanted to participate in a strange custom.”
            Yamcha growled under his breath. “He is not a puppet! And I will not treat him as such. I will not make him do tricks!”
            Vegeta bolted in his seat shocked to hear such a thing come from the white man. Why was he being so kind to him, when his company was not exactly private.
            “Dear cousin I mean no disrespect, I was only suggesting.” Tien waved him off with a sigh.
            Yamcha stood walking over to Vegeta and took his hand. “Spaniard please translate this for me. I wish him to understand me.”
            “I give this as a gift to you Vegeta, please take what you desire from my table and do your offering.”
            Vegeta’s mouth became slack and before he knew it he was being lead from his seat and guided around the table, Yamcha gently holding his shoulder with light squeezes. Vegeta moved through the motions, taking what he thought the Spirit would enjoy placing it in the golden platter.
            He walked out the door for the first time since he got there; a jacket was gently placed around his shoulders to help protect him from the cold. He shrugged off the others walking forward, to the bare tree in the garden.
            Kakarot felt his heart beat with every step Vegeta took, his heart melted and hurt with every passing moment, awed by what had occurred inside all in the same. He watched in wonderment as Vegeta fell to his knees in the snow holding the plate high above him and gentle singing weaved in the cold air; beautiful. The words spoken lost, to low for any other to hear, a private prayer.
            Yamcha’s heart grew, such a wonderful thing he had given the savage, no other gift to the savage Prince would ever compare to this. He loved the savage, and shown his care; maybe tonight he will visit the savage as he slept and wake him with a kiss and be welcomed with opened arms; this was a day for miracles.
            Tien’s mind swirled with the possibilities of the little savage on his knees, his dirtied mind came with many scenarios; but he would touch him, he wouldn’t take him away from his cousin. But the day Yamcha grew bored of the Indian he would be more than willing to have a taste.
            Vegeta hummed a tune his father would to place him to sleep, and placed the platter on the root of the tree balancing it. He whispered under his breath. “Great Spirit, please give my love to my family.” A stray tear trailed its way down his cheek. “I only want to be home.” A sniffle. “I want to be home.”

The night ended and Kakarot was bushed, standing tall with a loud yawn and stretch he was making his way to leave politely. Giving them all a awkward hug goodbye. Which was a damn good way to sneak a little gift to Vegeta. He grabbed Vegeta in a tight hug slipping a small wrapped package in his pocket, and lightly padded it to let Vegeta feel it against him, and to check it once he was alone.
He let the prince go and spun on his heel. “Thank you so much Lord Yamcha for having me, and I wish you all a Merry Christmas!”

Vegeta sat upon the bed with his legs crossed, remembering to check his pocket. His hand made a dive, and pulled the bundle out inspecting it. ‘Open me’ written on the paper. He tugged the corners watching as it unravelled, an object hit his ankle. Looking down he pulled the small object up watching as the chain straighten, a small sad smile graced his features; it was a sliver necklace with one bright bead.

Kakarot stepped over to the golden platter, surprised to see it was empty with no tracks in sight. He looked towards the sky. “Protect Vegeta please.”
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Welcome to the new world filled of savages