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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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�I�m back!� Bulma sang out, walking through the door. �Vegeta? Oh! What are you doing here?�

�Mom, do you have to stop right in front of me?� Trunks stopped short, barely avoiding trampling his mother. He stared at the man in front of her, wide-eyed, then blinked a few times. �Uh� who are you?�

A faint expression that could have been disappointment crossed the other�s face. �Kuroichi, young master.�

�Young master?� Mother and son exchanged a look.

�Yes, Mistress.�

�Mistress?�

�KUROICHI!� Vegeta�s voice echoed through the hall. Kuroichi bowed to them, and vanished into the kitchen. They were still standing in the hallway, looking stunned, when he headed back out with a covered tray.

�Master? Your family is back.�

�I heard her.� Vegeta made a face. �The entire neighborhood heard her. What�s this?�

�Just a snack. Grapes, cherries, strawberries.� Kuroichi settled the tray on the desk next to Vegeta and removed the lid, revealing that he�d also brought bananas, apples, and oranges. �And milk.�

�Cookies?� Vegeta asked hopefully, his eyes lighting up when Kuroichi solemnly produced some. �You know me too well.�

�It is my job to serve you,� Kuroichi reminded him. �I� want to do that well.�

Vegeta paused in the act of biting into a strawberry, taking in the downcast , averted eyes of the other. �Kneel.� Kuroichi dropped obediently, head bowed and arms behind his back, a position he knew Vegeta favored. Vegeta smiled, faintly. �Have you eaten today?�

�Yes, Master.� But Vegeta could see how the man�s shoulders had tensed, knew what it meant. He drummed his fingers. �I had a bowl of cereal,� Kuroichi confessed.

�That�s it?� Vegeta�s eyes narrowed. �What have I told you?�

�I need to eat more,� Kuroichi sighed. �But Master, I� I�m not hungry.�

�How can you serve me well if you don�t eat?� Vegeta chose another strawberry, rolled it between his fingers. A sly grin appeared as he traced the strawberry along Kuroichi�s jaw. �You will eat, Kuroichi.�

Trunks chose the moment that Kuroichi bit into the fruit to walk through the door. �Oh my�� his voice trailed off as his eyes boggled at the sight before him. Vegeta smirked, waiting. His son�s mouth opened and shut a few times, but it took nearly a minute for him to recover his voice. While he got that back, Vegeta very deliberately fed Kuroichi a cherry, trailing it over the scar that cut across his face before offering it. �DAD!�

�You sound like a strangled goose, Trunks.� Vegeta waited, the cherry poised on Kuroichi�s lips, his attention on him rather than his son. His patience was rewarded when Kuroichi tipped his head back, parting full lips to reveal the strong teeth which pulled the cherry from its stem. He selected a small bunch of grapes, feeding them one at a time to the Saiyan kneeling before him. �Is there a reason you came to see me?� he inquired, when his son did no more than gape and gasp.

�I� you� What is going on?!� Trunks yelped.

�I�m feeding him, what does it look like?� He spared a glance at his son, amused at the flush on the man�s cheeks. �He�s been skipping too many meals.�

�It looks like you�re seducing him,� Trunks faltered. �Dad� what? Why?�

�Kuroichi is mine. And since he refuses,� Vegeta glared down at the man kneeling between his legs, �to feed himself, I feed him.�

�Yours� what do you mean, he�s yours?�

For an answer, Vegeta casually held a banana out for the other man to eat. Trunks watched that for only a moment before crossing the room to send Kuroichi sprawling to the floor several feet away from Vegeta. He towered over his father, glaring down at him. �What the hell do you think you�re doing, Father? Haven�t you punished Mother enough? Or do you hate her so much for what she did, that it doesn�t matter how much you humiliate her? Another man! And in her own house! What are you thinking?�

Vegeta pushed him out of the way, going to where Kuroichi curled on the floor, blood pouring from the wound on his head where he�d smacked into a bookcase. The man was shaking, tears slipping from his eyes. Vegeta knew they weren�t for physical pain. �Kuroichi�� He knelt, noticing that bruises were already forming where Trunks had grabbed the man�s shoulder to fling him away. �Kuroichi?�

He received no answer, and turned, snarling, to his son. �He needs to be stitched up. Get out of my way.� He gathered the shivering Saiyan close, and shoved past his son, heading for the small medical facility.

He knew she stood in the doorway, knew she watched them. He didn�t care. Her heels tapped against the tile as she approached to look at the man on the bed. Vegeta had cleaned and stitched the new wound, bandaged it. It might still scar, but it would not be so bad as many of the other scars that crisscrossed the strong body.

�Vegeta?� Her voice was small. �Is he going to be alright?�

He never raised his gaze from the sleeper�s face as he answered, �He wasn�t well to start with. He hadn�t been taking care of himself. He wants to die. He told me that. That�s why he didn�t try to stop the bleeding.� Kuroichi had left a trail of blood from the library to the infirmary, and he still needed to clean that up. �He�ll live. I don�t know if he will be alright.�

�How long, Vegeta?�

�How long what?�

�How long have you been his lover?�

�I�m not his lover, I�m his Prince. He serves me.�

�How long?�

He looked at her, annoyed. �I brought him home to find out your business trip had been moved up.�

�He�s been here two months and you never said anything?�

�None of your concern.� He resumed his contemplation of the man on the bed. �He is here to serve me, not you.�

�Why?�

He was silent a moment. �I am a Prince, woman. He serves me, much like Raditz and Nappa once did.�

�And did you feed them fruit you teased them with first?� she cried.

So, Trunks had told her. �Of course not. But they weren�t trying to starve themselves to death like Kuroichi is.� Gentle fingers touched the bruises. �He bruises far too easily, bleeds too much, and he heals slowly,� Vegeta said quietly. �He was much stronger, once, before his family turned on him. He and Kakarot� they lived together, did you know that? Broken soul, broken spirit. Barely enough will between them to get through a single day, before I showed up on their doorstep.

�Kakarot� Goku asked me to bring Kuroichi home with me. I will not abandon him as his family has. I will not abandon him as I did Kakarot.� He�d said more than he planned, but it didn�t matter, the woman had already left them. Vegeta stared down at the sleeper. �I will not abandon you.�

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Vegeta: Why me? Why not Piccolo?

Goku & Jewel: !!!!!

Vegeta: THAT IS NOT WHAT I MEANT!!! BAKAS!

Jewel: You know, you are really starting to worry me.

Goku: I like it when Vegeta is nice to me.

Vegeta: O.O�

Jewel: Me too. Now�. Who does Bulma tell about this???? Or maybe� AHHA!!!!
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