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Deceitful Allies and Trustworthy Foes	By : animeslave18 Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2827 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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WARNINGS: Langauge, yaoi, and slight violence warning >.>
The next day, the entire house of Hokoru was in a fuss about the young noble’s meeting with Koga no Hara’s son. The servants hurried throughout the manor as they gathered the things that were ordered for them to fetch as their Lord and Lady got around for the evening.
“Oh! I can hardly wait for this evening! How do you think Master Ookami is going to propose to our son?” Lady Hokoru exclaimed as she fidgeted in her position while a couple servants worked on her attire.
Her husband smiled thoughtfully. “I don’t have a thought, but I’m sure it’ll be a surprise for us all. Even though we already know that Master Ookami is going to propose.”
“True. Oh, I can only imagine! Just thinking about it is causing me to bounce with excitement!” Lady Hokoru bounced in place to prove her point as the servants that were working on her clothing waited impatiently for her to stop.
Lord Hokoru smiled at his wife, then turned to one of his servants that were just entering the room. “How is my son doing? Do you have him ready for the evening?”
The servant hesitated at his Lord’s question. “Well, my Lord. That’s why I came to you. Our young Master has not yet awakened.”
Lord Hokoru froze. “What?!”
The servant cringed and bowed. “I’m sorry my Lord! I tried to wake him, but his door was locked.” The wise noble fully turned to face the servant and growled. He strutted from the room as his servants moved immediately out of his way.
“Oh, my! I hope he’s alright. Is he ill?” Lady Hokoru asked the servant that still remained in the room.
The servant shook his head. “I don’t know, my Lady.” Her face scrunched in concern, then decided to follow her husband.
Meanwhile, in Vegeta’s bedroom, the young noble lay in a peaceful sleep until he suddenly awoke when he heard a pounding on his door. “Vegeta! Open the door this instant! Why aren’t you awake?!”
Vegeta groaned as he realized what day it was, then slowly proceeded to get up and unlock the door. Just as he was about to open the door, he paused. He could make it seem like he was unable to attend his Master’s invitation, so that way, he wouldn’t have to see that overconfident, know-it-all, spoiled, bastard. He smiled at the thought, however, it turned into a frown as the pounding continued. “Vegeta! Are you even in there?!”
He growled as he unlocked the door and yanked it open. “What!”
“Why are you still sleeping?! You should’ve been awake hours ago! Did you already forget?! It will take you the whole day to prepare for this evening!” His father calmed a bit, now that his ranting was out of the way. “Now, I’ll have the servants prepare you while your mother and I get ready.” With that said, the servants poured into the room with their hands full of many items needed to prepare their young Master for the evening.
Vegeta stared at all of them in mild confusion. “What am I supposed to do?” This was his first time at a formal meeting, at least, the first time he’s been sent an invitation from his Master. In the past, it was always his parents that received them. Now, he had no idea what was supposed to transpire, let alone what he was supposed to do to prepare for it. His parents certainly did their best in making sure that he didn’t exist, though they claim it’s for his own protection.
“You do nothing. Just stay awake.” Vegeta frowned as his father turned his back on him and left his presence. He saw his mother, whom he just noticed, look at him with worry, then followed her husband.
The day seemed to last forever, Vegeta was exhausted throughout most of it. How in the world did his father expect him to stay awake? He came close to falling asleep throughout the preparations. All he had to do was stand there as they dressed him and groomed him. Whenever he yawned, one of the servants would move his arm back to it’s previous position when he would move it to cover his yawn. Whenever his legs started to fall asleep or he started getting antsy, he’d move just a little bit to get some relief when the servants would tell him to stay still and move him back in his previous position. Life of a noble sure was boring.
Finally, when he thought the day would never end, the sun started to set. It was nearly time. His father came up to him, his white and navy blue formal robes swaying about his proud form, he was dressed similarly, as he gave his son advice when greeting another noble. “Now, the first thing you do is bow and always use ‘Lord’ upon saying his name.” He showed him how to bow by simply bending forward slightly. “Tonight, you shall only use ‘Master’ with Master Ookami and not with Lord Koga. So tonight, it’ll just be Master Ookami and Lord Koga-”
“Alright, father! I get it.” Vegeta glanced to the side with a sneer as he was told the same thing over and over. They still treated him like a child.
His father glared at him. “Also, mind your tone. The last thing you want is to embarrass yourself.”
The young noble looked back at his father and glared in return. “No. The last thing YOU want is for me to embarrass YOU. Speaking my mind would only prove that I don’t bend over for anyone.” He crossed his arms. “Especially for conniving, high class, scum.” He mumbled.
“What was that?!” Already enraged, his father demanded who he just called scum.
“Nothing.” He growled out.
“Good. Because all I just heard was ‘nothing’ and that’s exactly what you will do when you are in Lord Koga and Master Ookami’s presence. ‘Nothing.’” And with that, he turned and walked out to the carriage waiting for them.
Vegeta clenched his fists as, once again, his outcry for speaking his mind was ignored. His mother looked at him as he had his internal battle. “Come on, dear. We must leave now or else we’ll be late.” She held an arm out to him, a gentle gesture for him to follow his father.
For now, he calmed his fury and followed his father’s example, but ignored his mother’s comforting arm draped over his shoulders. Maybe, just this once, he should embarrass his father and see how things will play out in the end. He almost smirked at the thought as he climbed in the carriage and sat on the opposite side of his father; his mother sat next to him. With a crack of the whip, they were off.
Vegeta had a pretty good idea of what was going to take place this evening. With his parents acting like God himself was going to make an appearance, he assumed that tonight was the night Ookami was going to propose. He’s heard much about what his colleagues have been gossiping about the arranged marriage. Until then, it was only a rumor, but then he confronted his parents about it and sure enough, there were plans to wed him and his Master’s son. Vegeta didn’t know why Ookami was going to bother asking. It’s not like he has a choice in the matter. What would happen if he did say no? Would things only turn out awkward and he’d have to go through the embarrassment of getting married anyway? Or would they simply…move on? He decided that the first option was the most likely to occur. How unfair.
Vegeta was jostled out of his thoughts as the carriage came to an abrupt halt and the door swung open, revealing the familiar manor’s giant doors. His father stepped out first, then his mother, and then himself. He almost tripped on his robes as he stepped out, but managed to regain his footing as he landed on the ground. His father looked at him when he heard him hop down as the carriage rocked back and forth slightly. “Behave yourself.” He whispered harshly.
Vegeta sneered, but didn’t say anything as he followed his parents. The guards greeted them as they made their way inside. Shortly upon entering, Lord Koga and his son greeted them. “Welcome! Welcome!” He opened his arms as if expecting hugs, but he got bows instead. “Oh, none of that now. You’re practically family.” Vegeta scowled at the comment. As if they already knew what his answer was going to be. “Come in. We have a feast prepared for you.”
“Oh, how splendid!” Lady Hokoru clapped lightly in her excitement.
“Thank you, Lord Koga. We are honored to be invited to your home.” Lord Hokoru attempted to bow once more, but was stopped with a hand held in front of him.
“Think nothing of it. Now, let us dine and we shall continue on with the evening.” Lord Koga gave Vegeta a knowing look, then proceeded to the dining hall as his parents followed.
Vegeta reacted with confusion from the look, but didn’t waste another minute thinking about it as he followed as well. However, he stopped as Ookami headed towards him and grasped his hand, as if to kiss it, but merely held it. Vegeta didn’t know why, but he suddenly started feeling nervous as he stood in Ookami’s presence. Perhaps it was because he knew what was to come. “I am glad that you accepted my invitation, ‘Master’ Vegeta.” He put on a charming smile and yet he insulted him by putting emphasis on ‘Master.’ As if to mock him. Bastard.
However, he decided to let it go and be mature, like he always is around him, with his response. “Yes, well, it’s an honor to receive such from you.” He didn’t bother with titles.
Ookami let go of Vegeta’s hand and placed both his hands behind his back as he walked towards the dining hall, Vegeta by his side. “I heard about your latest mission. It was positively fantastic in how you finished Lord Nago. The traitor was just signing his death warrant by speaking of his alliance with us.” Vegeta didn’t miss the sadistic gleam in his soon-to-be-fiancé’s eyes. “Just think, when I marry you, I’ll control the whole Shinobi clan.” Ookami clenched his fists with excitement.
“Control?” This was the first time Vegeta was hearing about this. He thought only his Master would control the clan after they were wedded. How come his son gets to take over?
Ookami stopped at the simple word. “Of course. After all, you’re a noble and the best assassin there is.” He placed his hand under Vegeta’s jaw and traced his lips as he leaned in more towards his face and whispered, “Not to mention the most gorgeous.”
Vegeta blushed at the comment, but didn’t say anything as Ookami let him go and continued toward his destination. After a moment, Vegeta recovered and growled. That jerk gets to control the whole clan just because of his noble blood? Sure, he guessed that made sense. Since he’ll be marrying him, he should at least have some part involving the clan, but not completely take over it. He could see it now, a spoiled noble abusing his power over the best clan in the country. Vegeta thought maybe the young noble was full of it…but maybe…He decided to ask about it to his Master as soon as the night was over.
For now, he hurried to catch up with the rest. As soon as they entered the enormous dining hall, the whole table was filled with all kinds of food. Lord and Lady Hokoru and Lord Koga have already started and were deep in conversation. Ookami joined them as he included himself in the conversation. Vegeta stood for a moment and followed the young noble’s example. There was plenty to eat, but Vegeta didn’t touch any of it as his mind reeled about the turn of events. What was his Master planning? Was he planning on giving up his rule of the Shinobi clan for more important reasons? What else is he planning for the clan? He supposed the most important question was, what else was he planning for him? After all, he is in the middle of it all. Conniving does seem to be the right word. Although, he could be assuming too much or…too little.
The young noble suddenly had doubts about his Master as he watched him and his parents laugh in their conversation. It could all be a ruse. He looked over at Ookami and noticed that he was staring at him with that too charming face, but mischievous smirk…he looked just like his father. Vegeta blushed and turned away from the stare. “Why Vegeta, you’re not eating. Are you ill?”
Everyone at the table stopped their chattering and turned their attention to the young noble and an awkward silence ensued. A chuckle broke the silence. “I’m sure he’s just confused in our business here.” Vegeta looked at his father and glared, then turned the look towards the noble sitting across from him. He did that on purpose just to get everyone’s attention. Was that the sign?
Ookami stood. “Well then. Maybe it’s time we told him.” He smirked, then, like the gentleman he is, came around the table to stand by him as he grasped Vegeta’s hand and pulled him up to his level. Even when he was proposing, the man couldn’t take being lower than someone else. Everyone tensed and held their breath, knowing what was to come. His mother giggled quietly, excited at what was about to happen. Vegeta resisted in rolling his eyes and instead, stared into the one’s in front of him. “Vegeta no Hokoru, will you marry me?” Ookami asked in the most charming tone he could muster.
Now that Vegeta has been asked the question, he started debating what his answer will be. He really wanted to say no, but saying yes would be the selfless thing to do. No. He’s been doing that all his life. He opened his mouth, prepared to say no, but stopped himself. What’ll happen if he does? He thought about his earlier assumption from before and decided that humility wasn’t going to be an option. Either way, he doesn’t get a choice. So he might as well… “Yes.” He closed his eyes in defeat, knowing that saying that three letter word has sealed his fate, but answering in the negative might’ve had disastrous affects.
Shouts of joy burst from everyone and Vegeta was caught in surprise once a set of lips connected with his own. It was a chaste kiss, but he knew that it was all a façade. There were even more shouts of excitement once the two were in lip lock action. After a moment, the two disengaged. To make the situation more convincing, Ookami wrapped an arm around his fiancé’s waist and touched his face. “You’ve just made me the happiest man alive.” The bastard smiled sweetly.
Vegeta scowled at the show, but it only lasted for a second before he put on an act of his own. He held his now-fiancé’s hand to his face and put on a dreamy expression. “As am I.” His mother squealed at his reaction. This time, he didn’t resist the urge to roll his eyes. If they only knew. However, he wanted to burst out laughing at the expression on Ookami’s face, who quickly recovered himself after a moment. None of their reactions were noticed by anyone but each others. If putting up an act is all this marriage is going to be about, then life sure was looking dull.
After everyone calmed down and finished their meal, Lord Koga decided a tour of his home was in order; aka walk around as he droned on about life and plans for the wedding. Vegeta sighed in boredom as he thought about a million other things that he could be doing at that moment. However, his boredom was short lived as his fiancé slowed down to walk close to him. He wrapped an arm around his small waist again and whispered in his ear. “You know, now that we’re getting married, you’re welcome to stay the night.” The tone of his intentions was thick in his voice and Vegeta didn’t have to think about this one in order to know that this was a trap.
“I appreciate the offer, but I decline.” He kept his attention upon his family.
Ookami sneered as his rare offer was refused and tightened his hold on the young noble. “I wasn’t asking.”
Vegeta frowned at the noble’s reaction and placed his hands on his fiancé’s arms to lessen the hold. “I don’t care what it was. The answer’s still no.” Ookami got more upset by each word. “Besides, isn’t it against tradition? We aren’t supposed to be together until our marriage is official.” Vegeta didn’t want to say it, but Ookami knew what he meant.
Ookami’s sneer turned into a smirk. “Soon these traditions won’t be able to keep you from me. What will your excuses be then,” his hands moved toward the young noble’s hips, “my love?”
Vegeta immediately pushed himself away from the hold and growled, giving his fiancé a death glare. Ookami chuckled at his reaction and continued to follow behind the group. Vegeta instantly berated himself for showing such a reaction. He was doing so well tonight, how does that conceded bastard manage to slip through his defenses? Just the mere sound of his voice makes him want to slash his throat open and only hear the sound of him catching his breath through his gushing blood. He immediately calmed down as such thoughts slipped through his mind. No. His job was to protect the House of Hara and give his loyalty to the Shinobi clan…easier said than done.
Vegeta continued onward with the group and stayed silent until the evening was over. He couldn’t wait to go into town tonight. He needed to get away. These late night outings are the only sources of keeping the young noble sane, but as soon as he’s married to that snake, he won’t be able to so much as eat without a guard watching his every move. How will he manage then? Vegeta sighed. When commoners look at the nobles’ way of life, they see luxury and power. All Vegeta sees is a prison.
As the night came to an ending, the Hokoru family were just saying their goodbyes as Lord Koga thanked them for coming. When Lord and Lady Hokoru made their way to their transportation, Vegeta stayed behind to talk to his Master. “Mas-, I mean, Lord Koga…”
Lord Koga held up a hand. “It’s alright Vegeta, you may call me Koga.”
Vegeta paused. “Koga. May I speak to you alone for a moment?” Koga gave him a quizzical look. “It’s about the marriage.” He glanced at Ookami.
Lord Koga smiled. “Why certainly, Vegeta.”
Vegeta guided him to another open room for some privacy, but saw Ookami within hearing distance and decided he wasn’t important. “From what I’ve heard from ‘Master’ Ookami, was that he’s going to take over the Shinobi clan. Now, what I want to know is, why?” He used Ookami’s title with the same courtesy as his.
At first, Lord Koga showed a look of confusion, then burst out laughing. Both Vegeta and Ookami were confused with this reaction. Ookami was behind his father, so Lord Koga only took in his apprentice’s reaction. “Oh, Vegeta my boy. I don’t where my son heard such a thing, but I assure you that it’s not true.” He controlled his laughing somewhat as Vegeta and Ookami took in the information.
“So, how does Ookami’s rule come into play with the clan?” Vegeta asked with the look of shock still plastered on his handsome face.
Ookami’s expression started to turn into a look of frustration. “Well, to tell you the truth, I haven’t thought about it. I assume I’ll inform him of what it means to lead a clan such as the Shinobi, but I’ll still be it’s leader.”
Vegeta’s tense body became eased at the information as Ookami proclaimed his rage at what he had just heard. “What?! I thought for sure you said that once I married Vegeta, I’ll be able to reign upon the Shinobi clan!”
Vegeta grinned. “Does that not make you the happiest man alive, Master Ookami?” His voice dripped with sarcasm.
It was Ookami’s turn to growl at him. “Don’t tell me, son, that you’re marrying Vegeta because you assumed I’d let you rule over the Shinobi clan.” Now, Vegeta ‘really’ wondered why Ookami even bothered asking him to marry him if this was all going to come out in the open anyway.
This time, it was Ookami’s turn to debate what his answer should be. If he told the truth, he’d be made a fool of. If he lied, then there would still be a chance for him to take his father’s place. Better to plan ahead while he’s so close, rather than start at the beginning. With this in mind, he calmed his demeanor and smiled. “Why, of course not father. Not only do I feel like I must learn from you, but I also feel I must bring our clan closer together and unite with the House of Hokoru.” He calmly gestured toward Vegeta.
With these words, Vegeta’s calm demeanor tensed once more. One minute, he was sure he’d won. The next, things took a turn for the worse. That lying, son of a… “Ah. Well, it’s good to know that you’re eager to learn my position rather than replace it. I also hope you are as devoted to Vegeta as you are to this family.”

Ookami’s smirk became more mischievous as his dark eyes gleamed at his fiancé. “Of course. There’s practically nothing I want more.” He laid it on thick as Vegeta stared at his Master, as if he actually couldn’t see through his son’s ruse.
“Glad to hear it. It’ll take a month to make arrangements for the ceremony. So, we shall expect more visits from you and your parents. Now, you should be on your way, it’s getting late.” Lord Koga ushered his apprentice out the door as Vegeta continued to stare at his fiancé as if he were more vermin to kill.
He couldn’t believe it. He almost had the bastard until he, once again, lied his way out of the situation. There was no choice. He had to go through with this the hard way. He’ll have to spend the rest of his miserable life with the conniving fool. From the looks of it, the man will probably go so far as to kill his own father for his position of power. Not only would he ‘have’ to protect his…‘husband,’ but he’d also have to protect his Master. Of all the clans to marry into, why did it have to be this one?
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I know. Lord Hokoru doesn’t have a name, but Lord Hara does. >.> I didn’t know what to call him. I would just assume everyone knows that he has the same name as his son…or visa versa. The titles were so freaking hard in this chapter! >< It took me soooo long to figure out what the servants will call their….Lords, masters, mistresses…whatever >.>…and what I should call them when I narrate in the story and what the nobles call each other and…ugh. Headache! Hehehe. Not only that, but excluding the person’s thoughts from the story is making it even harder to know what the character is thinking about. I don’t know what I was thinking. >.> *giggles* I guess I was trying to go for a different form of…writing. Hehe. Oh, well. People do it this way all the time, no? :/
Sorry if the proposing thing was confusing for an arranged marriage. >.> I couldn’t think of any other reason why the Hokoru’s would show up and I wanted a deadline for how much time the samurai had in making a move on “the Prince.” ;) …or how long their relationship would last… >.> Though, for arranged Japanese weddings, this is actually how it goes…accept without the proposing thing. :/ Like, the man will be invited to meet with the woman in her home and he can decide whether or not to proceed with the wedding…and the woman had little to say on the issue. >.> (I googled it, so I don’t if it’s all right ><). But, since Ookami and Vegeta have basically known each other all their lives, that part needed to change. :/ …and that’s how it turned out. Please don’t flame me. O.o I burn easily. >.> *dresses in a fire proof tunic just in case* >.>
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