Fate

Disclaimer: I don’t own DBZ or any of its characters and I make no money from this fic, although I wouldn’t mind owning Vegeta or Trunks!!


Ages:
Kakarot: 15
Jopher: 15
Vegeta: 20
Radditz: 28

Fate

Chapter Two

Kakarot awoke surrounded in blue satin sheets and fluffy pillows. He felt like he was drowning in the richness of the room. Untangling himself from the bed he made his way to the bathroom and started the shower. Stepping into the shower he let the hot water soothe his tired body.

Dressing in loose trousers and open-necked tunic he headed to the common rooms. Turning a corner he bumped into another body, hands came out to steady him before he fell.

“I’m sorry.” He glanced up at the saiyan in front of him. “Jopher?” Kakarot stared at his friend.

“Kakarot! By the Gods, I never thought I would see a friend here.” Jopher pulled him into a bone crushing hug.

“Jopher can’t breathe.”

“Oh, sorry.” Jopher released him and stepped back. “Just got excited is all.”

“It’s alright. I too am happy to see a friendly face.” Kakarot glanced at his friend. “Do you have any idea what goes on here?”

“Not a clue. Those rules were certainly something though. I wonder what they all meant.”

Kakarot shrugged, “I suppose we’ll find out eventually. I was headed to the commons, care to join me?”

“I’d be happy to.” Jopher put a companionable arm around his shoulders and together they made their way down the hall.

*****

As they entered the commons together they were assaulted by the sounds of many voices all talking at once. Kakarot stopped in the doorway as he took in the sight of about thirty to forty saiyans lounging on couches or pillows arrayed around a large table piled high with food and drinks. A few of them turned to look at the newcomers, then turned back to meals or companions. Johper and Kakarot made their way towards the table and began filling platters.

“So, these are the newbie’s huh?” a voice said from behind them.

Kakarot turned around to look at the speaker. A few saiyans stopped talking and turned to look at them.

“And what’s it too you?” Jopher said to the saiyan. Kakarot studied him as he spoke, noticing a slight pouch to his stomach, and realized that the saiyan was pregnant. Two others flanked behind him, arms across their chests, glaring at any who came too close.

“I am Rovan, son of Torak, mate to General Nappa. And I outrank all here.”

“What do you mean ‘outrank’ we are all third class.” Jopher sneered at Rovan, looking pointedly at his stomach, “Third class breeders.”

Rovan growled at him, fists clenched at his side. Kakarot felt the others power begin to rise and realized that this could get messy. To prevent more of a confrontation he put a hand on Jopher’s arm.

A voice called out to them, “Don’t mind that crackpot, he’s just pissed that Nappa hasn’t been here since he started showing.” The room laughed at that remark and Rovan turned crimson in anger then turned and stalked away.

“Come on, Jopher, he’s not worth it.” Kakarot pulled his friend towards a few couches along the wall and pushed him down.

“What did you do that for Kakarot, I could have taken him.” Jopher glared at his friend.

“Yes you could have, then you would promptly be punished for attacking a pregnant breeder.” Kakarot began to eat his meal as his words sank into his friend. Jopher flopped back in shock.

“Gods, I forgot that rule.”

“How could you forget the FIRST rule: Never harm, injure or kill a breeder, to do so will result in harsh punishment and/or death.”

“Gods, man I spaced, the guy just pissed me off. And he knows he is ‘safe’.” Jopher growled as he ate.

“Just forget him, he wasn’t that strong anyways. My brother’s stronger than him.” Kakarot smirked at his friend. “Raditz could wipe the floor with that guy.”

“I so would love to meet your brother. Your imager just does him no justice.” Jopher smiled.

Kakarot stared at his friend, “You like my brother??!!”

“What’s not to like?” Jopher grinned at Kakarot. “That tall sleek body, strong chiseled features, not to mention all that gorgeous hair. Believe me, your brother is hot.”

Kakarot shuddered, his friend likes his brother? “Sorry, I just don’t see it.”

“Of course not, he’s your brother.” Jopher finished off the rest of the food and stood, “Come on, I want to get some training in. I think the facilities are on the south side of the complex.”

Kakarot put his brother out of his thoughts for now and followed Jopher out of the commons.

******

Three hours of sparring gave the two boys quite a workout and had them visiting medical for cuts and bruises. The medic gave them a reprimand about taking things too far and keeping it under control.

The two of them just chuckled at the man as he set about fixing them up. They received more than this at the barracks. Just because they were now breeders doesn’t mean they need to forget their training.

Stepping out of the medical wing Kakarot gave a start when once again he bumped into a body, and once again strong arms came up to steady him. He looked up to see a gentle smile on a strong face.

“Steady there, boy. You seem to be in a hurry to get somewhere.”

Kakarot pulled his arms free and stepped back. He was of average height and build, average saiyan hair sticking in all different directions, but his eyes were not average. They were blue! Not just any blue but ice blue, almost white. His mouth dropped open in shock.

“What’s wrong boy? Koiza* got your tongue?” the man chuckled at him. “It’s the eyes right?”

Kakarot could only nod as he stepped further back a swallowed. He spared a glance at Jopher and noticed that he too was staring at the man.

“Gift from off-world.” The man’s grin spread wide, “I’ve gotten used to them over the years, now I kinds of like it. King Vegeta was pissed at first though.” He really laughed after that last remark.

Kakarot choked on a gasp. This man knew the king?! Oh Gods, he wanted to get away, but didn’t think just taking off would be acceptable. He didn’t know this guys rank, hell he didn’t even know the guy’s name.

“You really are tongue tied aren’t you?” He reached out a hand a placed them under his chin turning his head from side to side. “You must be Kakarot, son of Bardock? Right?”

Kakarot jerked back away from him and gaped more. He could not seem to utter a single word. All he could do again was nod.

“And that would make your friend Jopher, son of Higon. I am Lord Comar, His Royal Majesties lead geneticist. Come boy say something.”

Kakarot swallowed, hard, “Uuu, Lord Comar, sir.” That’s about all he got.

Jopher found his voice though, “My Lord, how . . . how did your eyes . . .” he blushed, “Sorry”

Comar just grinned at them, “Don’t be sorry boy, happens all the time. Well, I was on some backwater planet and caught some virus that bleached my eyes. Does that answer your question?”

The two boys could only nod. Kakarot cursed himself at his incompetence. He tried his voice again and was pleased that he could speak, “Ho . . . how do you know us?” There he was finally able to say something.

Comar looked at the young man, “I know all the breeders. You are the two newest, and I just got through reading your files, so of course I know who you are. As to why I know all this, I’m the person in charge of this center. Well, boys it seems that our idle chit chat has wasted away lunch. Why don’t you two head to the kitchens and pester the cook for food, tell him I sent you.”

And Lord Comar stepped past them and went into the building. Kakarot’s eyes followed the man until he was out of sight. Jopher shrugged, and at that moment both their stomachs growled. “Come on Kakarot, I’m starving.”

TBC

OK, I’m stopping it here for now. Please don’t forget to review!! Thanks

Koiza: saiyan version of a cat.