The Love Triangle

By: Julesie

Beta by: Various

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ, The characters are just being borrowed for my story!

Note: This is my first multi chapter fic so I hope you all enjoy it and its yaoi goodness!

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Chapter Two

Sometime during the night, Kakarrotto had a vision of a beautiful young man standing in front of him, but slightly hidden by shadows. Not quite being able to see who it was, he slowly stepped closer. First, he noticed he was not very tall, about 5’3” and he had quite a petite body. Next, he saw coal black eyes staring into his and looking up, he noticed a beautiful black with red tints flame-shaped head of hair. He noticed when glancing back down, a velvety brown tail wrapped around his petite waist.

Gasping, he was shocked, recognizing the beautiful figure as the young man he saw at the bar that day, except, right now, he didn’t look scruffy or beaten and not as skinny as he did in the bar. In an attempt to get even closer to the beautiful stranger he powered up slightly, Kakarrotto was startled to find that he didn’t seem to be getting closer, and the young man seemed to be slowly receding further away to disappear into the shadows. Gathering up all his ki, Kakarrotto powered up and managed to chase after the beauty. Instead of catching him though, the next thing he knew, he was falling…

Kakarrotto woke up, gasping for air and sweating, while wondering what that dream was all about. He decided he would ask is father tomorrow morning, as it did not seem quite like a normal dream. Eventually, Kakarrotto fell back to sleep, dreaming of the beautiful young man that once again haunted his dreams.

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Waking up at 9am, the Prince got dressed in his royal blue spandex suit, followed by the armor designed for royalty with his family crest and the royal purple cape. Whilst getting dressed, he heard a knock upon the door. Knowing it was his bodyguard, and friend, Raditz, he shouted, “enter!”

Opening the door, Raditz walked in, and then he stood at the doorway to ask the Prince what they were doing today. The Prince, knowing that a certain little thing he wanted to do today would surely get him in troubled, decided to skip that little bit out and just answer with a simple, “breakfast then training.”

Smiling in reply, and with a quick nod, Raditz waited for Kakarrotto to get his armor on before they headed out to eat breakfast with the King.

Walking into the large feasting room with Raditz next to him, both Kakarrotto and Raditz sat down near King Bardock and his guard, Nappa. At the table, they both waited for the servants to come and take their order. After the order was given, the food served, they sat down and ate rapidly, without talking like most Saiyan families.

Finally, when everyone has finished their food, Kakarrotto glances up and notices his father staring at him, looking like he wanted to say something. Asking his father what he wants, the King questions his son if he had a dream about a Saiyan last night, shocked for a few moments, Kakarrotto just slowly keeps opening and closing his mouth until he finally manages to stutter a yes, and asked how he knew.

The King turned to both Nappa and the young Prince’s guard, Raditz, and asked them to both leave the room. Hastily walking out, Nappa decided to go venture outside the palace, whilst Raditz went to one of the palaces training rooms, knowing that is where his Prince would be heading next.

When the door was closed, King Bardock turned to his son and suggested he should get comfortable, as this was a very important chat and he did not want him shuffling about during it. Finally, the King started The Talk with his son.

Coughing to clear his throat, he started, “the dream you had earlier in the night, son, was your dream of your future mate. All Saiyans have this dream when they hit eighteen-years-old, at first, the dream can seem a bit unclear, but eventually, you see the image of your future mate standing in front of you. Some Saiyans do not manage to find, or meet, their future mate, but the ones who do usually have a very strong bond with them. If you do not manage to find your future mate, you can mate with another Saiyan, but your bond will not be as strong as it would with your true bond-mate. But if you do find your bond-mate, as well as having a strong bond, there are many other uses which I have told you about the bond when you were younger, which you should remember that will happen between bonded mates.” Glancing at his son, he noticed the nod in reply, so he continued on, “the pair usually has a dominant / submissive pairing. The dominant mate is usually the strongest, tallest, and sometimes, the older pair of the group, but occasionally, there has been changes like the dominant being younger for instance, now the submissive of the pair is usually the opposite of the dominant, they are usually younger, weaker, and shorter in height. In addition, the submissive of the pair can, after being bonded to their mate, get pregnant. They cannot get pregnant before the bonding process because when the submissive is pregnant, the cub takes their strength. Because of this, the dominant usually gets a boost of power to help look after their mate, so nothing happens to their cub and the submissive mate. These bonds should never be able to be broken, but you can, in an emergency, get a special potion that can get rid of the bond of a pairing. This is very rare to happen though, as most people know once you’re bonded, it should be for life, and the potion is hard to find.”

When he finished his speech, he glanced back at his cub, noticing he was blushing and staring to the side at the floor. Kakarrotto, feeling his father’s eyes staring at him, glanced back up, still with a heated blush on his face. Taking in his father’s curious gaze, he decided to ask the question in his mind, “um, father, if I happened to turn out submissive in the pairing, you wouldn’t be mad, would you? Because I am a Prince?”

Staring at his son with a steel gaze, he answered, “there is no need to ask me that question, cub, you know you are the strongest Saiyan born yet, and no one would be able to dominate you in a mating.”

Not satisfied with the answer, he just mumbled something, and then headed out to go spar with his guard, Raditz. After the talk about bonding and mates, Kakarrotto left the room, now determined to find the young man again, knowing he was his bond-mate. Yet, first, he had to have his daily spar against Raditz.

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Prince Kakarrotto walked briskly into the training hall, searching quickly for his sparring partner, and best friend, Raditz. His blush still lingered from breakfast, after his little chat with his father. It was hard to look at your father, as well as have a chat the morning after you have had a fantasy about your future mate, who also happened to be a young, but beautiful, peasant. No teenager wanted to talk about that with their parents.

So, here he was, in the training room, planning to let off some steam, and lingering horniness from his dream and the shower fantasy the night before. He found Raditz sitting off to one side, watching two young guards train with each other.

When Raditz spotted the Prince coming toward him, he stood up and bounded over, smiling brightly. Kakarrotto ignored his mood and immediately dropped down into a fighting stance. Raditz stopped and scratched his head at his friend’s unusual mood, but mirrored his position; he was never one to deny his Prince anything.

For a few moments, the two fighters did nothing but stare at one another, waiting for an opening to attack. Kakarrotto found his when Raditz, ever so slightly, shifted one foot out. The older Saiyan barely had time to dodge before the Prince was all over him. Kakarrotto delivered a series of vicious kicks towards Raditz’s head, backing off when the other Saiyan tried to launch his own punch. Kakarrotto ducked under his friend’s arm and elbowed him in the ribs, sending him spiraling into the wall on the other side of the room.

Raditz shook his head, trying to dislodge his dizziness and looked up at the frowning Prince. “What has gotten into you?” he muttered, pulling himself up and falling into a defensive posture. “You’re so wound up today, my Prince.”

“Shut up,” Kakarrotto growled and charged back at Raditz, “it’s none of your business.”

He swung high, aiming for Raditz’s head, but as the Saiyan ducked to dodge his attack, he brought up his leg and kneed the other man in the face, propelling him to the other side of the room. Raditz shook himself once more and had barely stood up before Kakarrotto was attacking him again. In the onslaught of his friend’s mindless attacks, all he could do was use his arms and legs as shields as he tried to figure out what was wrong. This was not like his friend.

“Did your father say something that upset you?” he asked, rolling to one side to avoid a roundhouse kick.

“No,” Kakarrotto shouted, punctuating the word with a punch to Raditz’s temple. Raditz jumped away, shuffling to one side of the room.

“Did they serve something awful for breakfast?” he asked, suddenly realizing he could not win this fight with his friend in this mood.

“No,” Kakarrotto answer again, circling his beaten comrade.

Raditz gulped and tried to think of something else. “Did you not get enough sleep?” he asked, hoping his friend was just cranky.

Kakarrotto froze and blushed, before growling in annoyance, not dignifying the question with an answer.

Raditz perked up at the reaction, feeling he was onto something. “Did you have a bad dream?” he asked, wearily eyeing the prince who had resumed his circling.

“No,” the Prince responded, avoiding his eyes, and then jumping forward to attack again.

Raditz caught the oncoming punch in the palm of his hand, and then grabbed his friend’s other hand so they were locked in a stalemate. He smirked at Kakarrotto’s annoyed expression and he asked, “did you have a good dream?”

His smirk widened as the Prince turned a lovely shade of red before he grimaced in pain when the Prince head-butted him. “None of your business,” Kakarrotto growled, grabbing his arm and swinging him around until he went sailing into yet another wall of the room.

He groaned and rubbed his head where an egg-shaped lump was forming. “It’s my business when you start using me as a punching bag,” he grumbled as he stood up, this time charging at the Prince.

Kakarrotto had the decency to look sheepish at what his friend said, knowing it was true. He easily blocked Raditz’s attacks, sneaking in a few of his own under the radar. He managed to get behind Raditz and he lifted his arms, grasping his hands together before bringing them down hard on the base of his friend’s skull.

Raditz went down hard, creating a little dust cloud around the sight of his impact. Kakarrotto sighed and sat down next to his fallen friend, propping his chin up on his knee. “I had a dream about my mate last night,” he whispered, not looking at Raditz.

The soldier groaned and rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling. He panted for a few minutes, rubbing aching bones before placing his hands behind his head, turning to look at his friend’s profile, not at all upset about his defeat, it happened more often than not these days.

“So, why the frown?” he asked. “Isn’t this a good thing?”

“Well, yeah,” the Prince sighed, “but I’m not even sure my father will approve. He wasn’t exactly what you would call a type befitting royalty. He was a peasant, and although very beautiful, I don’t think my father would be happy.”

“I suppose not. But I don’t think it should matter,” Raditz said comfortingly as he sat up, placing a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “It doesn’t change the fact that he’s your mate, whoever he is. It’s fate and you cannot change that. Your dad is just going to have to accept it.”

I suppose so,” Kakarrotto mumbled.

Kakarrotto thought for a few minutes, digesting his friend’s words, as said friend dragged himself out of the hole he had created in his defeat. Raditz jumped back in shock when the Prince suddenly jumped up, a determined look on his face. He looked up worriedly as Kakarrotto looked at him, opening and closing his mouth a few times, obviously trying to figure out what to say.

“What’s up, my Prince?” he asked, standing up as well, but at a much slower rate.

“Um… Raditz,” Kakarrotto said, not looking at him, but looking off into space.

“Uh, yeah… Prince Kakarrotto?”

“I… um… suddenly remembered… I need to go see my father. He wanted to discuss my future duties and stuff. I’ll see you later, my friend.”

Raditz blinked, as suddenly the Prince was out the door, not giving him a chance to say goodbye. He had never seen Kakarrotto so eager to see his father to talk about his duties. Usually, he hated it. Raditz scratched his chin, wondering what they were going talk about that had the Prince so excited. He shrugged, figuring he would find out later, at dinner.

Going to the highest room in the palace, Kakarrotto grabbed the cloak he was wearing last night and put it on. He quickly glanced around to check no one was watching and took off into the air, deciding that he had to find and meet the unknown young man he met in the bar and, hopefully, find out his name. As fast as he could, Kakarrotto flew to the bar, and then took the route the he remembered the three Saiyans taking from there.

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After a painful kick in his stomach from Paragus, as the morning’s wakeup call, Vegeta slowly got up. Looking at himself, he noticed all the dried blood present from his punishment the night before. He knew he would not be allowed to wash it off, as it served to bear witness and remind him of his punishments if he did anything wrong.

Paragus turned to leave the room so Vegeta could get dressed, but not before giving him a glare. He then headed off out of the room, down stairs, and into the dining room to the breakfast table where his son, Brolli, was waiting for their morning meal.

Vegeta walked over to his box stashed in the corner of the room, full of clothes that he brought with him all those years ago when his father died. He looked in there for a semi-decent pair of clothes to wear. Picking out some gi pants that had a few rips and some old, dried bloodstains, he put them on. After putting on his cleanest gi pants, he searched through the box again for a halfway-decent top. At last, he found a faded blue top with only a rip down the side, so he pulled it on. Eventually, after being fully dressed, he walked out of his room, and headed into the kitchen to prepare his Master’s food.

After making breakfast, Vegeta walked into the dining room, balancing the trays of food on his arms, hands, and tail. Standing next to Paragus, he set his food down gently, so he did not have to be punished. After putting the last plate down, he returned to the kitchen to get Brolli’s food. Walking back into the dining room, again he put the plates in front of Brolli, getting a cheeky wink from him in the progress, blushing, he walked back into the kitchen to get his tiny meagre meal that he was allowed for today. Moving to the table once more, he put the two meagre sized meals to eat for today in front of himself and sat down next to Brolli. This was because he knew he was safer next to him than Paragus, and so, the man could not make him drop his food and then say he could not eat it because it was too dirty. Such an action would result in even less food for his already malnourished body, which Paragus had done a few times before when he was younger.

Finally, after all the food was consumed, Paragus and Brolli headed out of the dingy home to go steal some much needed items for Vegeta’s heat that was impending. They left Vegeta in the home alone until they would return.

Knowing he had a little while until Paragus and Brolli came back, and he only had to clean both of his Masters' rooms for today, he smiled. Now he could fit a tiny bit of training in today as well as perhaps a little nap.

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Eventually, landing in the small village, Kakarrotto dropped his ki to a low power quickly, so the two men who were with his future mate the other day would not detect him. Not to mention if any other Saiyans were around they would not sense him on their scouters. Quickly, glancing around, he saw no other Saiyans around, nor did he sense any either. He continued walking to the house he saw them enter the day before.

Kakarrotto flew up to the nearest window that was not boarded up. Seeing it was halfway open, he quietly slid it the rest of the way and climbed in. Standing in the room, he glanced around and noticed that it was not very big, and that there seemed to be many bloodstains. They were concentrated especially on a small mat situated in one of the corners.

Walking up to the mat, he lifted it up to his nose and was overwhelmed by the smell of not just old blood, but fresh too. In addition, a spicy scent was present that would be delightful to his senses if the other two were not overpowering it so much. Deciding he had spent enough time in the room, he glanced around one last time. Nothing but a small box and a small lamp came into view, so he exited the room.

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After a quick sparring match against an invisible enemy only he could see, Vegeta decided that he should depart and clean his Master’s and Brolli’s bedrooms before they returned, and administer another beating for not following orders. Sighing quietly to himself, he walked slowly up the stairs in no hurry to get the job done with his tail hanging limply behind him expressing his emotions.

Up the cold stone stairs to the level his Master’s bedroom was, Vegeta turned the corner and accidentally bumped into something solid. Sitting on the floor in a daze for a few seconds, he quickly, and gently, rubbed his nose from where the bump mainly hit and then noticed the feet standing in front of his view. Slowly, he glanced up, and recognized the man from the bar the other day in front of him, who was staring at him in shock and a bit of worry. He made no noise or movement for a moment, for his brain was trying to sort out why he was here and if it was to beat on him for the accident the other day.

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It was minutes before Kakarrotto exited the small room, and walked slowly down the corridor, looking around with interest. Noticing another door to a room to his right, he turned to it and grabbed hold of the metal doorknob. Slowly spinning it, he pushed and opened the door. Peering in, he noticed that this room was furnished with a rather large bed in the center. Some red curtains hung in front of a large window to the left. A small wooden desk sat by the side of the bed with a lamp and a big book underneath it. Walking further inside the room, he noticed an animal fur rug spread on the floor.

In continuing his scan further around, he also saw another door connected to the room. Walking over to it, he opened and discovered an en-suite bathroom connected to the room. Once again, he closed the door, and he could not help but notice how much more pleasant this room seemed to live in compared to the one he first entered. Shrugging mentally to himself, he decided to think about that later, because right now, he wanted to find his future mate.

Emerging from the room after closing the door, he saw another chamber further along. This space too he entered, and glancing in noted that while this one was not as nice as the second room, was still in better condition than the first. The present space held a large bed also, but at the left side of the room instead of the middle. At the right side of the room were a doublewide closet and similarly to the other room, a fur rug lay on the floor. Apart from those items, there was nothing else decorating the room.

Exiting the room, he closed the door and continued down the path. About to turn a corner, he collided with something, but managed to stop himself from stumbling. Glancing down to look at what he bumped into, he could not help the shocked expression that covered his face shortly as he saw his future mate sitting on the floor with a stunned expression. Unable to tear his eyes away from the pitiful, yet beautiful, sight, he watched as the young man, at first, rubbed his nose. Then, when the shorter youth noticed he was standing there, glanced up at him in shock.

Coming out of his daze, he offered his hand to help lift the young man up. Yet, seeing that he did not move, Kakarrotto decided to grab his arm and pull him up himself.

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Standing on his feet, Vegeta stared at the man, while his mind raced with thoughts of what could be impending. He also considered what would be worse: Possible death by this stranger or slavery until he was mated to Brolli, and then following that who could tell.

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Both Saiyans stared at each other, neither sure what to say at first, until Kakarrotto decided to ask one of the questions that was puzzling him. Smiling kindly at the young Saiyan to try not to make him more nervous, he asked, “tell me, what room is yours in this house, and who are those men who I saw you with at the bar the other night?”

Taken aback by the question, Vegeta swallowed nervously, and decided to answer, “the men I was with are Paragus and Brolli. He’s the Saiyan with the scar over his eye who you saw come up to you at the bar yesterday to apologize for my mistake, and his son, Brolli.” Then, swallowing the lump in his throat, he continued, “Paragus found me next to my father when he was killed and took me in as his servant because my father owed him money, which he was trying to pay back before he died. He planned to have me mate with his son when I go into my first heat at age sixteen. I’m not sure what his plans are after I mate Brolli though…” Pausing for a moment with a thoughtful look, he shook it off and continued, “the end room is my room. Paragus gave me it, as he did not think a slave would need anything else. The mat I was only given when I was six-years-old because Brolli said I needed something better than a stone cold, hard floor to sleep on.”

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Paragus and Brolli: Elsewhere

Grabbing the last of the fruit from the stools, Brolli trudged back to his father. After he stuffed the last pieces of fruit in the sack, he then gave it to his father and returned for the last item on the list to steal: The meat.

Hiding in the shadows quietly, and well camouflaged within the darkness, Brolli watched the owner of the meat stall carefully. He was waiting for a distraction so he could grab a few big chunks of meat from the stall for tonight’s dinner. Not too long into the wait, the perfect distraction arrived; a young cub, about twelve-years-old, wearing some animal skin to cover the bare essentials and dirty, scruffy looking hair had tried to steal some decent clothes from a cloth store, and in his haste, had accidentally run into the meat stall owner.

Glaring at the man, the cub powered up a blast and fired it into the stall man’s face. Burnt by the up-close blast, the stall owner curses, and along with the cloth stall owner, gave chase after the brat. Knowing this was the perfect time to steal the meat, he blasted out of the shadows. Quickly, he used his fast speed to grab an annicide (1). Next, he also seized two small chicken-like animals and a phacoquer (2). Shoving them in the square bag and throwing it over his back, Brolli leapt back into the shadows, and then proceeded to walk back to his father.

While watching his son walk back with the meat cast over his shoulder, Paragus picked up the bag of fruit. He took off into the air, headed back to his home where Vegeta was, and knew that his son would be following him.

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Meanwhile, back in the royal palace, Raditz was searching everywhere for the crown Prince. He was sweating bullets, not believing that he had fallen for the Prince’s lie earlier. When he had questioned one of the guards stationed outside the royal conference room, he discovered there was no meeting transpiring between the King and Prince, and now he had lost him. After checking all seven training rooms in the palace, he had then headed to the spa rooms, as he knew Kakarrotto sometimes liked to relax in there when he had things on his mind. Opening the door, he spotted a spa employee named Yasai. Walking over, he questioned her, “have you seen Prince Kakarrotto in here today?”

With a shake of her head, she replied, “no, sorry Raditz, he hasn’t been in here today. The last time I saw him was last week when his father, King Bardock, had made him attend the ball on Planet Siar.”

Sighing, he thanked her quickly and walked on. “Where else could he be?” Raditz thought to himself. “The spa and the training rooms are his favorite place. If he isn’t in there, the only other possible place I could think he may would be his room.”

Deciding this is the best place he could think to look next, he rushed off down the halls and up the stairs. Whilst racing down the halls toward the Prince’s quarters, he accidentally crashed into King Bardock.

Shock and embarrassment clearly written all over his face, he quickly put his arm over his chest and bowed to the King. Meanwhile, Nappa was trying not to laugh next to the King while he studied Raditz intently. “Why are you rushing around like that Raditz? And why aren’t you with my son?”

Trying to think of an excuse quickly so he did not get in trouble for losing the Prince, Raditz replied, “Kakarrotto wanted me to check the sparring room. He wanted to get some more training done today and made me go down there to check that there was at least one empty room for us to spar in. You know how he sometimes gets carried away with his training.” 'Whew, fast thinking, Raditz,' he secretly congratulated himself.

Raising a brow, the King stared at Raditz a few moments longer. Then, he shrugged and continued down the hall. Whilst watching the King carry on down the hall, Raditz noticed Nappa looking at him knowingly before following him.

After the King and his bodyguard, Nappa, were out of sight, Raditz rushed back off on his mission. This time, he was more careful to check if anyone else was coming so he did not run into them. “Please say the Prince is in his room,” he silently begged the Saiyan Gods of Planet Plant.

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Back in Paragus’ home, Kakarrotto suddenly froze. Vegeta became confused, showing it with a glance directed to Kakarrotto. Seeing the glance directed towards him, Kakarrotto explained, “I sensed two power levels heading in this direction. I’m pretty sure it’s Paragus and Brolli.”

Vegeta’s eyes widened to a huge size, and his skin suddenly went even paler than usual. “You have to go!” Vegeta said in alarm. “If Paragus catches you here, he will beat me even worse than usual. I’m not allowed to talk to other Saiyans, especially if I am alone.” When Kakarrotto refused to move, Vegeta started to panic. “Move, you fool. Who knows what will happen to you if he catches you.”

Vegeta rushed behind Kakarrotto and tried to push him. Getting the message, Kakarrotto sadly gazed at Vegeta, and then walked into Vegeta’s room before he flew back to the castle.

'How did he sense Paragus and Brolli coming? He was not wearing a scouter,' Vegeta wondered to himself. However, upon hearing the door slam, he rushed into Paragus’ room, knowing full well he had not even cleaned any of it and that he had best start right that second, so the punishment was not as harsh. Nevertheless, he was sure he was going to get one anyway because he did not have either room done, as he usually did when his Master got home.

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Flying through the air, Kakarrotto hovered in front of the castle window. With a quick glance around, he saw nobody near, so he flew back in the room. Silently, he landed, then hastily changed out of his cloak to don his royal attire. Walking out of the room calmly, he made his way towards his room. Eventually, getting to his room in the palace, he grabbed hold of the doorknob and turned it.

Stepping one foot in, he noticed Raditz looking under his bed. With a raised eyebrow, he silently stalked behind him and innocently said, “what are you doing, Raditz?” Amused, he watched Raditz slid out from looking under the bed, and in process, banging his head on it.

“Fuck, that hurt!” Raditz moaned, rubbing his head.

Then, spinning around, Raditz seized hold of one of Kakarrotto’s hands. Very much like a mother would, he scolded, “where the hell did you disappear off to? I was looking for you everywhere! I searched all seven training rooms, the spa room, and even collided straight into your father on the search for you, which he then asked me where you were. I had to make up a quick lie because I couldn’t just say I lost the Prince and have no idea where he went when I’m supposed to be your bodyguard, and make sure nothing happens to you!”

Quite shocked at his motherly outburst, Kakarrotto gave a cheeky smirk to his bodyguard, “aw, I never knew you cared so much. Sorry, I will never do it again, I promise,” he said in a childish tone.

Going bright red, Raditz just crossed his arms and huffed, “so where did you go anyway?”

'Damn, what do I tell him? I can’t tell him I went to find the peasant from the club, even if he is my future mate.' “Um, I decided to go to the royal garden, I went fishing in the lake and then took a nap, and I guess I forgot the time, sorry,” the Prince explained. 'Ah, good one, hopefully he will buy it.'

“Well, why didn’t you just tell me instead of worrying me all this time? For all I knew, you could have been captured by the Icejins who keep trying to threaten us, saying they will own our planet one day and all of us on it.”

Rubbing the back of his neck, Kakarrotto smiled sheepishly, “sorry, I just wanted time alone to think about what father told me about future bond-mates and didn’t want to be disturbed.” Then, the Prince added, “so now I’m back. How about some lunch then a spar?”

“You’re on, Kakarrotto. And now, you’re in a better mood, you better watch out. I may win this time,” Raditz replied with a smirk.

“You’re on!” Grabbing hold of the door, both Prince and bodyguard walked out of the Prince’s bedroom. With a last thought to himself, 'I just hope my future mate is all right. He mentioned beatings. I swear if I see him hurt even more, I will not hesitate to do something about it.'

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As he stood in Paragus’ room, knowing the man himself would be up any moment, Vegeta rushed to make the bed. Next, he quickly walked around the room, picking up any mess that was on the floor. Hearing the doorknob being grabbed hold of and slowly turned, Vegeta tried to keep a calm composure, even though inside he was shaking terribly. After, when he had turned around, Vegeta saw Brolli walk through the door to the room. Giving him a gentle smile, he exhaled gently. Vegeta tried to hide the relief that he felt inside that it was not Paragus.

“Vegeta? Why isn’t my room tidy? Not that I mind too much. Why have you only tidied the floor and bed in my father’s room? When he finds out, you know he will be angry, he will hurt you more, and I hate to see that done to you. Why haven’t you done them, Vegeta? You’re going to get in serious trouble.”

“I—I… decided to take a quick nap while you were both gone knowing, I didn’t get a very good sleep because of what Master Paragus did to me the night before. But I accidentally overslept and when I got up, I rushed into Master Paragus’ room, but then I heard you both return by the door slamming…” Glancing up at Brolli, he saw a look of pity on his face and knew that Brolli would not scold him like Paragus would.

Sighing, quietly to himself, Brolli replied calmly, “Vegeta, I won’t tell my father that you haven’t made my bed and sorted out my room. Just, quickly do father’s or you will be punished again. I will try to distract him so he does not come and check up on you for a while. Just try to do it quickly.”

Glancing back up at Brolli, Vegeta gave a small smile. “Thank you.”

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Half an Hour Later…

Putting his Sake down, Paragus rose from the sofa and walked out of the living room to his destination: His bedroom. He wanted to change into some better clothes, considering the ones he was wearing had blood over them from the meat he and Brolli had stolen that day.

Oblivious to his father heading off to his room, where Vegeta was still cleaning, Brolli was in the kitchen, making himself a snack. This was because he knew Vegeta was busy and Brolli knew he could not train also, as he needed to keep an eye on his father so he did not head to his room where Vegeta was still cleaning. Unfortunately, while making his food, he had been daydreaming about claiming Vegeta. Too occupied with thought of saving him from his father’s enslavement, he failed to notice his father had risen and left the room, heading towards Vegeta.

Standing in front of his bedroom door, Paragus grabbed the handle, pushing open the door. He watched Vegeta in his room, still doing his chores. With his right eye twitching, he knew the boy should have been done an hour ago. He grabbed his shoulder and roughly spun Vegeta around to face him forcefully.

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(1) Annicide: A dinosaur type of animal that are quite dumb but very vicious when threatened.

(2) Phacoquer: A creature that looks similar to a hog but is as big as a horse and spits poison at you, which can easily kill a Saiyan if they are not careful to avoid the poison.

TBC…

Review please