Lamb Without Blemish [Discontinued]

Revised - November 2, 2010

Lamb Without Blemish


“I will rise now,” I said, “and go about the city; in the streets and in the squares, I will seek the one I love.”

(Song of Solomon 3:2)


Chapter Two


Vegeta threw the book down onto the table. He had picked it up just a minute before to distract his mind from the unpleasant realizations that continued to swirl in his head.

When the Prince first arrived home, he had gone to the training room to vanquish his thoughts about the encounter he had with Kakarrot, but after a few hours and everything in the training room being in need of repair, Vegeta resigned to his room.

Standing, Vegeta began to pace the chamber in nervous agitation. He never experienced this before in his life. The persistent feelings that crept to the forefront of his mind were unlike any tasks or problems that had been presented to him as a prince.

His father made sure Vegeta had been educated in all the ways that noble Saiyans were. Vegeta accompanied his father on trips with other planets to speak with their leaders. He had even been taught several languages by native tutors.

Even when Vegeta and his father stood against their most demanding challenge, which was the battle with Frieza, who was the most evil creature in the universe at the time, Vegeta had only felt a thrill from the fight. Then again, he had only been ten years old when he and his father disposed of Frieza.

Vegeta could handle fighting. The emotions that leapt from the downtown streets and the new feelings towards a certain person were something that Vegeta could not deal with properly.

He understood love, at least in the sense of admiration. Since his birth, respect towards his father had been ingrained in him. He never remembered telling his father that he loved him. Vegeta was unsure if Saiyans even said those things.

His emotions had never noticed such a tug. Vegeta felt like a dusty piano in his mind had just been opened, and someone had begun playing it. The notes produced from the awakened instrument floated through his body carrying the first hints of love and hope. For him, it was annoying.

He could not believe that these thoughts were born from his conversation with a commoner. 'What would Father think?' Vegeta mused. Father would deny it. 'He would say I was not in my right mind.'

Vegeta did not feel that he was thinking logically, and as the emotions continued their dance in his mind, he sensed his logic slip even further. He resolved to think no further of Kakarrot until it was time for their meeting. His simple promise proved very hard to keep.

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Vegeta spent the two days after the meeting either in his bedroom chamber reading or in the yard destroying fresh targets that he asked the servants to set up. He was certain that by the end of each day the servants were as tired physically as he was mentally.

The evening of the third day arrived with no unusual happenings. Vegeta met with his father at lunch time for a briefing on their upcoming trip to a nearby planet.

Afterwards, he sat on his favorite bench in the garden and tried to finish reading a book on Saiyan social classes. Vegeta wanted to research the dealings between commoners and the nobles.

With only about fifty pages left, Vegeta felt reassured of his earlier assertion. He knew that noble Saiyans could not mate with those among the common or third class. Second class mates had been accepted under special circumstances, yet relationships with commoners were forbidden entirely.

Closing the book, he figured it was a hopeless cause to worry about things that could not happen. He did not fancy himself in love with Kakarrot, even though he was unsure of what that even meant. He left the garden for his room.

Once inside the large chamber, Vegeta walked to the dresser furthest from the door. After taking out his disguise, he cloaked himself in the garb of the lowest class and flew out his window headed towards his meeting place with Kakarrot.

Over the twenty minute flight, Vegeta applied all of his might to silence his feelings toward the third class and declared to himself that he would not think of it again.

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He arrived at the tree a few minutes late. He designed his landing so that he would not seem too eager for the meeting. When he arrived at the park, he found that Kakarrot was not the kind of person to mask his emotions.

Kakarrot ran from his spot at the base of the tree to stop a couple of feet in front of Vegeta. "I've been waiting for you." He said between exhausted breaths.

"I'm sorry. I had some business to take care of." Vegeta blushed slightly. The admission of Kakarrot's anticipation over his arrival stirred his tamed feelings. He felt his control lessening already.

"It's fine. I'm just glad you're here. There is going to be a rally for Saiyans that oppose relations with minors. The meeting should begin soon. I wanted to take you with me. I've been to a few meetings already. I thought it might give us some ideas." He hurled his words at Vegeta in a frenzied manner.

Vegeta stood, staring at the man before him for a few moments. After gaining some sense of understanding, Vegeta simply nodded.

"Alright!" Kakarrot grinned. "Let's go!" He grabbed Vegeta's hand and took off in an excited rush.

"Ah! Kakarrot!" Vegeta's hat nearly flew off from the sudden ascent.

"Oh!" Kakarrot let go of Vegeta's hand. "I'm sorry, Veggan. I wouldn't want you lose your hat."

"It's fine. Let's get to this rally." Vegeta adjusted his hat back to fit snugly against his head.

"Okay. Follow me." Kakarrot took off at an amazing speed.

On the flight to the rally, Kakarrot periodically checked on Vegeta and the status of his hat.

Vegeta's mind was occupied with what his father might think if he were to see his son following a commoner to a social rally.

He figured that his father would have Kakarrot punished for giving an order to the respected prince. Vegeta sighed at the thought, hoping that his father would never find out about his secret life.

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Their arrival took the notice of a man from the crowd. He ran forward, hugging Kakarrot to him with one arm. "So, this is your friend, Kakarrot!" He nearly yelled with a wide smile on his face.

"Yes, Dad. He came." Kakarrot returned the hug. "Oh!" He turned his attention back to Vegeta. "Veggan, this is my father, Bardock. Dad, this is my friend, Veggan."

"Nice to meet you, Veggan. Its great to see young people interested in these issues." He said, extending his hand to Vegeta.

Vegeta accepted the offered hand. "Yes, sir. I am very interested in helping to improve our world." He said a little too seriously.

Bardock was taken aback at his tone, but his manners were made for pleasing. He grinned and said, "I'm glad to hear that. I hope that you and my son can work together." He winked at Kakarrot, who blushed lightly.

Bardock placed his hand behind his head, mimicking the behavior that Vegeta had witnessed from his son just a few days earlier. A bell chimed, interrupting their awkward moment.

"Oh, it's about to start. I'll see you guys later. I've got to go sit with my friends." He flashed another huge smile before disappearing into the crowd.

Kakarrot put his arm around Vegeta's shoulders and led him a seat in the back by the forest. They had gotten there late, so all the seats near the stage were taken, but Kakarrot still felt bad for making his new friend sit on the ground.

"Is this okay, Veggan? We could see if there is any room with my father and his friends." He glanced towards the front of the crowd and then back at Vegeta with a look of shame.

"No. This is fine." Vegeta figured that everything had worked out for the best. From this distance, few would be able to see him. Vegeta looked around and sat with his back against a tree. Kakarrot followed his example and sat on the other side of the same tree.

Vegeta did not know how much more of this he could take. The close contact with the tall Saiyan was driving his mind and body crazy. Every contact felt electric, and he was repulsed by his own desire to be touched once more.

The speaker soon took the stage. He spoke for over an hour about the ways that people were capturing young boys and turning them into sex slaves and how they got business from members of their society. Vegeta caught the majority of what he said, but he felt distracted.

Out of the corner of his eye, Vegeta saw the hope swell in Kakarrot's face. He could not help but to stare.

The leaders of other planets, his servants and guards, and even his father were always masking their emotions with a calm exterior. No one showed these kinds of feelings. Watching Kakarrot, he felt mesmerized by his unbridled reactions.

When the speech ended, Kakarrot jumped to his feet with applause. Vegeta followed his example slowly. He had been too immersed in his own thoughts to congratulate the words of another. Kakarrot's joy shook him from his wonderment.

"Wasn't that great?" He nearly shouted with smiling eyes.

"Yes. It was great, Kakarrot." Vegeta did not know how to show excitement that would register in his friend's mind, so Kakarrot misunderstood him.

"You didn't like it? I'm sorry, Veggan. I thought that you might, but I mean. I understand if you didn't like it. These kinds of meetings aren't for everyone." His eyes held true concern for Vegeta. This made Vegeta feel guilty for not expressing himself more openly.

"No, Kakarrot. I'm sorry. I did like it. I'm just tired. I have been doing a lot of training the last few days. I'm sorry if I don't seem happy." He gave Kakarrot a small, yet genuine smile.

"That's fine. I understand completely. I train with my dad all the time. Oh!" He remembered something. "I'm sorry for dragging you out here. I wouldn't have if I would have known that you were tired, Veggan. Can you forgive me?" He said drawing closer to Vegeta.

"Of, course. Though, there's nothing to forgive. If I didn't want to come, I would not have. I don't do things like this if I don't want to." He replied with more honesty than Kakarrot could comprehend.

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After another hour of introductions to Kakarrot's friends and the following conversations with them and Kakarrot's father, Vegeta suggested that it was time for him to take his leave from the party. Kakarrot agreed to accompany Vegeta back to the tree. Once there, Vegeta thanked Kakarrot for the event and was about to take off when Kakarrot called.

"Hey! Don't you want to meet again?" He smiled.

Vegeta felt uncertain of himself once more. He desperately wanted to spend time with his new friend, but after the trouble he had tonight from the contact with him, he was not certain that he should be spending too much time with Kakarrot, especially after understanding that nothing positive could come from such a relationship.

Kakarrot saw his hesitation and said. "We won't be going to another rally. There won't be another one for a while. We could hang out at my house and spar. How about that?"

The plan awakened the fighting spirit in Kakarrot, as fighting did in all Saiyans. He continued with enthusiasm. "How about you come over in a couple of days?"

"I'm sorry. It can't be this week. My father and I are going out of town for… business." He admitted truthfully.

"Okay. Then, how about a week from today? We can meet here, and I'll lead you to my house."

"I guess that will work." Vegeta hated himself for being so weak and giving in to his feelings.

"Great!" Kakarrot smiled, placing an arm on Vegeta's shoulder. "Then, I'll see you later. Bye, Veggan."

Vegeta smiled at him again and bid him farewell. Both Saiyans turned towards their homes and flew away.

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TBC