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Bark at The Moon	By : animeslave18 Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3082 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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WARNINGS: Violence, some gore

Thirteen years later.

A black cloaked figure ran through the dense sunlit woods. Behind him, four creatures followed. The cloaked figure didn’t stop until he reached a clearing. He looked around for another way out, but was too late as his enemy trapped him from behind. He turned to face the beasts, his eyes covered by the hood of his cloak. The black and brown two-legged wolves growled at the man. Their thick fur shook as they itched for an opportunity to attack. The hooded figure smirked as the beasts raced forward to attack. The man quickly pulled out a small curved blade and dodged one werewolf’s attack and side-stepped to slice another across its midsection. The creature whimpered, but didn’t give up as it went in for another attack. The man side-stepped again and slashed the creature across the arm, causing it to lose the limb. The beast howled and went to nurturing the lost limb while the others charged in. The cloaked figure ducked as two of them flew above him, intending to pin the man but failed. The man then leaped on the back of one of them, barely dodging a fourth beast, and hung on to the fur on its head and clung his legs over the powerful shoulders and hooked his feet under the creature’s arms. The werewolf thrashed, trying to rid itself of the man, but slowly stilled when the man slit its throat open with the silver knife. The cloaked figure jumped off of the beast before it fell to the grassy floor. He stood straight and held his bloody knife to the side, an invitation for another to join their comrade.

The wolves cautiously looked to their dead comrade and growled fiercely at the hooded figure. The man grinned, showing off his unusually long canines and slowly circled around the beasts. The werewolves watched the man’s every move, until the man grew bored of the slow pace and sprinted around towards them. The creatures dashed forward, meeting the man in the middle of the clearing, who slid underneath one of them and stabbed one in the back with his curved blade while the other managed to knock him into the trunk of a far tree on the other side of the clearing. The man fell face down and laid there for a moment before picking himself back up, seemingly unharmed. He scowled at the wolves before looking for his blade that he dropped somewhere between him and the creatures.

Deciding not to waste time looking for such a small thing, he raced forward. The wolves rushed forward with their jaws open, expecting to get a mouth full of their victim, but instead got a mouth full of blood. The cloaked figure pulled out his sword last minute and stabbed the beast straight through the neck. After a moment of figuring out what happened, the wolf didn’t get a chance to counterattack as the man swung his blade to the side, severing half of the beast’s head. The creature lolled to one side and fell over with its tongue hanging out and blood trailed out with it. The victor didn’t get a chance to appreciate the death of his enemy as the other werewolf came in from behind and wrapped its thick furry arms around him in a crushing grip. The hooded figure choked back a cough as his air supply was cut off. The werewolf would’ve grinned if it could and leaned down to tear out it’s victim’s neck, but was suddenly deterred as the man pushed back against the creature with alarming strength; causing it to stumble back. It caught its footing last minute, then the man pulled forward and loosened the creature’s grip. The cloaked man took a hold of the beast’s arm and swung it into a nearby tree, knocking down the tree and causing the creature to become disoriented. As the werewolf slowly got its bearings, it watched as the man came closer with a shiny object in his hand. Before the wolf could stand, the man quickly came up behind it and wrapped a silver chain around its neck then pulled with his surprising strength. The man smirked as his enemy squirmed from the burning of the chain and tried to get air. “That’s better. This would be a good leash for you mongrels.” The man replied in a deep voice full of malice.

The wolf couldn’t respond as the chain slowly ate away at its neck and burned into its throat like acid. Soon, the time for much needed oxygen was over and the creature went limp. The hooded man panted in his exertion and loosened the chain, then wrapped it around his sleeved arm. He stood there for a moment, staring at the dead beast, then was suddenly brought out of his reverie as the one armed creature from before attacked from behind. The man turned and quickly brought his arm up with the silver and held it to the beast’s chest, stopping it momentarily, then pulled out his blade and stabbed it through the wolf’s midsection. The creature howled and whined as the man stepped back and quickly pushed his blade upwards, cutting all the way through the beast’s head. He took a few more steps back as the creature fell forwards, the split part of the wolf’s body coming out of alignment when it hit the ground.

The hooded man looked around himself, making sure that that was all he was up against, then stood amongst his kill. He watched silently as the werewolves’ bodies turned into their human forms. Then, the cloaked figure pulled the hood from his head and looked up through the rays of the sun that peeked through the leaves of the thick trees. His eyes closed as he took comfort from the warm rays and panted into the heated air. Blood was splattered against his clothes and a breeze blew against his black cloak and his raven flame-shaped hair. The site looked positively magnificent to one such creature not too far away, but at the same time, the wolf was not too fond of the prince. The same man who has been hunting their kind for as long as he could remember. A growl wanted to force its way out of the werewolf’s chest, but managed to keep it quiet; not wanting to be noticed by the other. Thinking it’s probably time to head home, the wolf slowly pulled back from his hiding place, his intense eyes the only thing that can be seen in the shadows of the shrubbery.

Suddenly feeling like there was someone watching him, prince Vegeta turned towards an area where he suspected someone to be, but saw no one. The hiding creature froze when the prince looked his way, but felt relief when the royal put the chain in his pocket and put his sword away. He then looked around for something, probably the knife he lost earlier, but seemed to give up and left the clearing. Soon after, the wolf decided to leave as well and went home.

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The prince huffed on his way home. These werewolves were getting more annoying by the day. Ever since he became one of them, well, half of what they were, his father trained him to slay the beasts. Not only did he go through training, but he also went through experiments. The doctors wanted to know if he had the same strengths as the creatures. Considering that he can toss werewolves like rag dolls that turned out to be true. Not to mention the quick healing. It’s probably how anyone would think its sounds. They tortured him in order to get the information they wanted by seeing the results. It takes a couple hours for him to heal any kind of wound, unless it’s the venom of a werewolf or silver. Then the process is slower and can take up to a few days to heal, depending on how serious the injuries are. For a pure blooded werewolf, the process takes a minute or less, but for the venom and silver, it can take a few hours for the wounds to heal. They also wanted to know if he had any of their weaknesses. Vegeta looked at the gloves on his hands and the sleeves on his arms. They appeared to be scorched by a fire, but in the shape of the chain that he had wrapped around them. He could even see the outline of the links in the chain. It turned out that he does have their weaknesses as well. However, unlike a blood born werewolf, he can only transform on the nights of the full moon instead of whenever he wanted to, like they can. Which is fine. He didn’t want to look like the enemy all the time. It was bad enough he’s half of what they are.

The worst part of it is, he gets cravings. Cravings to eat…to tear something apart. The prince didn’t think there was such a side effect. He thought werewolves ate others for the pure joy of doing it, not because they felt the need. Vegeta never felt such a strong need in his life. It’s almost enough to drive one insane and it’s even more shameful to go out and hunt for live prey, so he wouldn’t accidentally eat one of his servants. However, the urge wouldn’t come until halfway into the month. Then the urges get stronger and stronger up until the day he transforms. Of course, he could be wrong. Maybe it’s another side effect that only a half werewolf has. No one’s been brave enough to actually experiment on a live werewolf, but Vegeta planned on changing that someday.

He sneered at the scorched silver marks on his arms and hands and lowered them as he neared his castle. Another thing that seemed to change ever since he did, was how his father looked at him. When he was a boy, his father looked at him with pride and love. Then, overtime…the man seemed to realize that he wasn’t the same boy he once was. Vegeta growled at the image of the disappointment and hate on his father’s face. It’s not his fault! It’s not his fault he’s like this! But the more he thought about it, the more he started to think it was. After all, he wasn’t supposed to be in his father’s chambers. If that’s not a mistake, then here’s another. He even had a blade in his hand and didn’t use it. He never moved. He never protected himself. His father had to protect them both from the two beasts. It was a miracle he was even alive.

Shame went through his mind once again. He was useless, but now, he was hoping to make all that up by slaughtering every werewolf that crosses his path. Including the one that killed his mother and the two that attacked him and his father. It wasn’t until later did they figure out who it was that attacked them. King Bardock and his eldest son prince Raditz. King Vegeta believes that it was Bardock that turned his son. Probably because he attacked without hesitation…attacked a child without hesitation. Or it could be the way they fought when his father fought back. The wolf he was fighting off while the other was attacking Vegeta seemed stronger than the other, which would mean that it was Raditz his father was fighting. The next generation of an uninterrupted bloodline tends to be stronger than the previous one. Either way, Bardock would be Vegeta’s main target, since he was the one to kill his mother and turn him into what he is now. Half of the enemy and half of the human he was.

Vegeta made his way up the stairs to the main entrance to his home and let himself in. No one greeted him when he returned anymore. As time went on, everyone grew more and more afraid of him. Even all the villagers can’t tell the difference between him and the werewolves themselves. This behavior used to bother him at first, but now he’s become accustomed to it. Even though he accepted the treatment, it still didn’t stop him from fantasizing about devouring the bastards. “Welcome home, your majesty. How was the hunt?” The servant, Edward, greeted him as he headed for his rooms. He was probably one of the few that still respected him for who he was and not what he was.

The prince returned the treatment by being more polite to the man. After all, respect like that was rare nowadays. “It went well. However, I need thicker garments to fend off the burning of the silver in order to use it.” He brought his arms up to show the servant his point.

Edward studied the garments for a moment before nodding. “Alright. I believe I can arrange something. In the meantime, I suggest just using your sword.”

Vegeta pulled out his bloodied sword and scowled at it. “Too bad. I liked using the silver. Gave the beasts what they deserved, a slow death.” He couldn’t help but smirk at the memory and the servant couldn’t help but shiver at the image. Perhaps a crude sense of humor was also a side effect along with the urge to tear things apart.

The servant recovered from the disturbing image and held out his hands. “Here, I’ll take your sword and knife and clean them for you.”

The prince didn’t hesitate as he placed the blade in the man’s hands. He reached down to pull out his knife, but was stumped when he couldn’t find it. He frowned when he suddenly remembered what happened to it. “I lost the knife.” He said bluntly.

Edward was about to ask how, but decided he didn’t want to know. “That’s fine. I’ll get you a new one. It’s too bad though. You liked that knife, didn’t you?” The man couldn’t help but smile at the thought. It was rare that the prince liked anything. Vegeta just nodded. The servant studied his prince. “Are you hungry, your highness?”

Vegeta scowled at his servant, but knew that he was just being cautious. “Not really, but go ahead and make something anyway.” It was better safe than sorry. He turned and headed for his rooms to get cleaned up. It would be night soon.

Edward bowed as his highness left his sight. “Yes, your majesty. I’ll bring it up for you soon.”

As the prince made his way upstairs, he ran into his father, who was probably on his way to another meeting. The two stopped and stared at each other for a silent moment. The look on his father’s face said it all. ‘It’s nice to see that your back, but right now, I really don’t want to talk to you.’ Then, the moment was gone. The king passed his son without another glance and continued on his way. Vegeta let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. Guess he was expectant in his father to actually start a conversation with him, but was, once again, disappointed. He wanted to see his father off, but at the same time, he didn’t want to look like he was trying to gain acceptance. So instead, he continued on toward his rooms.

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A boy with untamed hair peeked through the entrance to his home and cautiously looked around for anyone in sight. Not seeing anyone, he quietly closed the door and made his way towards his room. However, he jumped when he heard someone clear their throat. He stopped and slowly turned towards the source of the noise and noticed it was his big brother Raditz. The boy felt relieved, thinking that it was his father. “Raditz, you…surprised me.”

The eldest prince of beasts made his way over to his younger brother. “Kakarot, do you realize what father would do to you if you keep on sneaking off like this? He’ll kill you is what he’d do.” Raditz crossed his arms as he tried to keep up the appearance of the responsible brother.

Kakarot slumped his shoulders. “I know, but it’s no fun being stuck inside all day. How come papa won’t take me out to hunt like he does with you?” He looked up to his older brother with curiosity.

Raditz could no longer keep up the appearance and patted his younger brother’s head. He could never stay mad at the cub for very long. “I told you, Kakarot. Father doesn’t take me hunting with him anymore. Besides, you’re his pride and joy. You’re the most important…”

“Important wolf to him. Yes, I know.” Kakarot said along with his brother’s usual phrase and finished it for him. He sighed. “It still doesn’t explain why he won’t take me hunting. I mean, I’m supposed to know how to do these things, right? I need to learn how to defend myself and I need to learn how to fight and hunt my own prey…” He trailed off as the weight of the many possible things every werewolf should know confused him once more.

Raditz gave his brother a helpless look. “I’m not really sure myself. Perhaps he thinks you’re too young. After all, you’re still a cub and there’s plenty of time for you to learn those things.”

Kakarot sighed again. “I know, but the boredom day in and day out is driving me mad! Can’t you teach me?” He looked up at his brother with hope and gave him the look that no one could resist.

Raditz looked away, knowing he couldn’t resist the look. “No. Father would kill me if he found out I took you out.” He answered sternly.

“Please, Raditz?” Kakarot begged as he moved into his brother’s line of view with the same look.

“No.” Raditz looked in a different direction.

Kakarot moved with him. “Please?” He pushed out his bottom lip a little more and made his eyes more big and pleading.

Raditz couldn’t help but feel bad for turning down his little brother, but it ‘was’ the right thing to do. “Oh…fine!” He threw his hands in the air, a sign of surrender.

Kakarot bounced in his excitement. “Yay! Let’s start tonight!”

Raditz hushed his brother. “Shush! You want everyone to know? Now, you can’t tell father, okay? Otherwise, you’ll have to find a new big brother.”

The young cub looked hurt. “Aw, Raditz. You know I wouldn’t do such a thing.”

The eldest sighed. “I know. I’m just warning you. By the way, where did you go? You didn’t follow the hunting squad, did you?” He quirked an eyebrow. Kakarot looked guilty for a moment. “You did?!” Raditz panicked when his brother didn’t deny it, instead he looked even more guilty. “Damn it, Kakarot! You know how dangerous that is! That royal half breed is out there slaughtering our own kind! How could you be so reckless?!”

Kakarot cringed as his older brother yelled at him. “I’m sorry. I just wanted to know what it would be like.” He answered quietly.

“Like what?! To be slaughtered?!” Raditz was livid. His baby brother could’ve been killed. His father’s precious little one could’ve been fertilizer.

The cub shook his head. “No. To go hunting. It was the squad that took it upon themselves to hunt down the prince.” He answered in a timid manner.

Raditz rolled his eyes and sighed in irritation. “Perfect. It just goes to show that we can’t trust anyone we send out to bring back food for us. I guess it’ll be me again tonight.” He massaged the place between his eyebrows while he received a look from his little brother. He sighed again. “I mean, ‘we’ will probably have to go.”

“No, we ‘will.’ I want to help. It’s my responsibility too.” Kakarot tried convincing his brother to do this.

The eldest growled. “Fine. But if anything goes wrong even the slightest…we come home. Understand?”

Kakarot smiled and nodded his head enthusiastically. “Yes!”

“And just what are we so happy about?” Both brothers jumped to attention as they turned towards the source of the voice. King Bardock overheard his youngest’s last words and walked over to them.

Raditz tried to come up with an explanation, but his mind came up blank. “Uh, did you hear that the hunting squad didn’t come back?” He tried bringing up a new subject and it worked.

The king sighed. “Yes, I just found out. Dumb bastards, thinking they can take on that half breed by themselves. It would take more than a handful of us just to take him out.” Kakarot looked at his father with concern as he spoke of the prince once again. Bardock noticed the look and decided to change the subject as well. “Raditz, I guess it’s you again tonight. Don’t let me down.” He placed a hand on his eldest shoulder.

“Do I ever, father?” Raditz felt good in that moment, his father putting his trust in him. Sadly, he didn’t want to hear the answer to his question, so he left the room.

Kakarot went to follow him, but his father stopped him. “Son, I came by your room earlier today to see you, but you weren’t there.” Kakarot stopped breathing. Uh oh. He felt his father’s hand on his shoulder and his breath against his cheek. “Where were you?”

Kakarot turned to give his father an answer. “I…was out back. It gets stuffy staying inside all day. I just needed to get out for a while.” He said with a small smile.

The king studied his son for a moment, then placed a hand against his slightly pale cheek. “I see. I guess it isn’t fair of me to keep you inside all day. I should take you out every once in a while.” His hand moved down towards the red leather collar that hugged his son’s throat and briefly touched the strap, but kept it a few inches away from the silver peg that kept it on. It was alright for his son to wear it, since silver didn’t harm him, but it was still harmful to the others, including himself. The collar was a gift from him. It was also traditional for the youngest cub to wear it until he became of age, which was by the fiftieth year. It was also the only thing that would stay on him when he transformed into his cub form and back into a human. The material easily expanded and contracted when necessary. “How about we go out when the moon is full? The half breed will be chained up and it’ll be safe for us to roam wherever we like.”

The young prince grinned with excitement. “Okay! Wow, I’ve never been out during a full moon before! What’s it like?”

Bardock smiled at the innocence in his precious cub. “It’s an unbelievable feeling. You feel free and wild. It’s hard to describe really. You’ll just have to wait and see for yourself.”

Kakarot nodded. “When is it?”

The king thought for a moment. “In two weeks.” He watched his son frown and bow his head. Probably disappointed that he had to wait longer than he thought. However, Bardock smiled and brought his son’s chin up. “Try not to think about it. I promise your brother and I will spend so much time with you, it’ll be here before you know it.”

Kakarot attempted a smile and nodded. “Okay.”

“That’s my boy.” Bardock moved forward to hug his son and Kakarot returned the embrace. The king rested his chin on top of his youngest’s head as the embrace lasted. He lowered his nose to his son’s hair and took in the scent that always comforted him, but there was something different about his scent today. It reeked of death, fear, and excitement. He lifted his head up slightly and looked down at his cub for a moment, then narrowed his eyes in suspicion and held his son tighter.

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