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To catch a caged Bird	By : Vegetaswriter Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1254 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-To catch a caged Bird
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Chapter 2
“Shut that thing up!” A tall lankly man from the back hollers. The wails of fear stricken the boy, making the captors cringe under the pitch. His feet were scrambling against the snow, trying with all his might to kick away the chains.
The greasy black haired man growled, loosening his whip, whirling it in the air to make it crack near the frighten boy screaming. “Sirus, it won’t stop screaming.”
“Smack it around, or knock it to sleep, Larmank!” The Barbarian Vegeta had dubbed the Beast moved in closer to his quivering body, his rotted teeth exposed in a sadistic glee as he cracked his knuckles. The beastly barbarian raised a clenched fist readying himself for the satisfying crack of fist meeting bone…
“No! You fool.” A man shouts, speeding on horseback, fists tightly holding the reins of the smoke colored steed as he hauls the reins back for a full stop. He snarls down, his teeth white as snow. “Lord Harrick doesn’t want any of the young marked. Swelling and bruises makes them sell for cheap. He wants them unharmed.” From those pearly teeth he spat at the feet of the beastly barbaric man, the rider’s horse rears its head, as if in agreement of her rider. “Ignorant northerners.” He scoffs, pulling the rein left; his horse turns in a semi circle her tail flicking in irritation.
The rider’s eyes borrow deep within Vegeta’s, making him shudder under his intense scrutiny. “I warn you now boy, if you continue this racket no high born will buy you, for these men have no tolerance for fear. They would beat you bloody or rip out your tongue. Do you understand me?”
Vegeta didn’t know what was more surprising, that the man spoke to him in a language he understood common or not, it was startling to hear words he understood. Or, it could be from hearing his probable fate. “Who are you?” He asks so quietly, not where he was, or why he was taken, no, he asked about the man whom sat upon the horse.
The rider’s eyes narrow, his snarl deepens, offended it seems, either by the question, or maybe it was the manner which he had asked. He almost growled gravelly through sneering lips. “It is of no concern to you boy, and for your sake you’ll never ask such questions again.” He tugged the reins and kicked off, galloping from where he once came, down the bow of the terrain; leaving Vegeta shivering in the snow with his fellow brothers and the barbaric men herding them.
The beastly Larmank growled, fisting Vegeta’s robes in his meaty hand pulling him nose to nose, the beast’s rancid breaths hot and angry against the cold of his cheeks. He rumbles darkly to him, a warning of some sort.
~*~
Vegeta stand numb against the cage, the trip down the hill to now be all but a blur. He is clean now, wearing some itchy cheap pale tunic. He stand solemn, as his brothers outstretch their arms and hands to the people of fancy cloth evaluating them, begging to be freed. The scene makes him think of the day his father took them all to the market searching for exotic pets…
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“Look, look father! This one has two different eye colors! Green and blue!” Potat excitedly chirps.
“No, no, no father, look! This dog has black spots! Can we get him please?” Mixgree with just as much enthusiasm chimes.
A man of sizable quantity moves in like a silent snake, which was quite remarkable for a man of such weight. His bald head shone brightly under the afternoon summer sun, his mustache curls with delight, knowing he was going to make pretty coins from the King. “Your Majesty, may I inquiry to what you are searching for? I see the young princes have their eyes on the canine verity.” His eyes slither down to him, as he moves in closer to his father, hiding. “And what of you, little prince, what would you like?”
His father’s eyes lovingly gaze down to him, his hand steady on his shoulder. “Ah, Vegeta, come and look, don’t hide yourself so.”
“Father,” Potat, the eldest whines. “Come look at this dog.”
The king laughs heartily at his energetic boys. He taps Vegeta’s shoulder. “Now Vegeta, go look boy, go look at the animals.”
He stood on his own as his father moved to his half older brothers, the snake like merchant followed after his father with smiles and bows, leaving him to his own devices. He wandered the rows of caged animals, some small some large, inside were colorful birds chirping and squawking as he walked by, young dogs rushing the cages trying to get his attention with barks and wagging tails, trying to lick his hand through the steel bars.
The further he got the younger the dogs, he didn’t pause until he reached the end, and in that very large cage were a mother and her pups. Much like before they came rushing the bars, youthful yelping and high pitch barks adding to the already noisy row. The pups almost danced jumping and twirling, trying to impress him. He reached out his hand letting them rub their cold wet noses against his palm and lick it with their warm tongues. He smiled down to them and knelt down on the dirt he reached inside the cage to pet their soft fur.
His nose became itchy, and a sneeze was brewing. He tilted his head to keep the urge at bay, and it was then he noticed the sad slivery looking puppy in the corner, eyes downcast and scruffy looking. He was so small compared to the other lively pups jumping at his hand, hungry even. He tried to call the sullen pup but got no reaction. “Merchant!” He called, catching the attention of his father. The merchant moved in, one step behind his father.
“You find something boy?” His father asked, looking inside the cage. He nodded to his father making him smile widen. “Yes, that golden fur pup seems to like you a lot.”
“No father, that one.” He pointed to the sullen pup in the corner.
His father’s brow arced. “Really, that runt?” His father hummed, looking down at the golden one again. “Son, why not this one? It will grow to be big and strong, something more appropriate. He would be a great guard dog, companion, and loyal. That one,” He points to the skinny runt. “Looks like it will be too scared for protection, and will be small.”
Vegeta shakes his head, and implores his father. “Please father, can I have him?”
The merchant huffed. “Surely a prince, such as yourself would like a dog that will be reliable. That one is too small for you.”
Vegeta shook his head, making his father frown. “Why that one, Vegeta? Of all the wonderful animals here, why the runt?” He asked exasperated.
He looked within the cage again, finally catching the attention of the scruffy runt. “Because he is so sad… unwanted.” He looks to his father. “And I feel like we can understand each other and I can make life happier for him.”
His father smiled a sad smile and he nodded. “Very well, he is yours.” He looked over to his other sons who were running around with their new pets. “Just make sure your brothers dogs don’t go near him.” He chuckles to himself. “They just might eat the runt.”
Vegeta didn’t regret his choice, holding the shivering scrawny grayish sliver runt in his arms, close to his heart all the way home. The runt looked up to him when they passed the castle gates, those large steel eyes gazing into his and the dogs body stopped shaking, and very slowly, unsure of itself, he lightly licked Vegeta’s chin. Vegeta’s smile widens and he placed a gentle kiss on the dog’s head. “Welcome home, Knight.”
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He wondered about Knight, had he ran from the castle when everything started to burn, did his father… his chest sunk with the thoughts of the probable fate of his home and family. His eyes stung with depressing answers. No, he knew he needed to stop, he don’t have time to grieve or worry about what if’s, this was the here and now, and he had to concern himself about the future.
Now he stood in the same position Knight had. He had two options, one join his brothers in begging hoping a gentle soul would buy them and set them free, or he could hide himself and not be sold at all… leaving him to the care of the barbarians…
Escape, he needed to run. How? The bars are solid, and the lock sturdy.
Vegeta took a deep breath, moving his bangs from his face, he joined his brothers. Standing in the front displaying himself for people to purchase. He watched hopelessly as people come and go, sizing them up one at a time through the iron. He saw some of his brothers’ smile to older men, moistening their lips, gaining said men’s attention. He was appalled by it, but understood it. His brothers had the same notion, if they weren’t sold, they would stay here in the cold with evil uncaring men.
An older man had caught his attention, he was pudgy, short and had ridiculously long black hair tied in a long braid. His clothes were of silk with detailed weavings, a man of riches. It was odd how that man stood out to him considering his height, but it wasn’t the fancy clothes which caught his eye, it was his mannerisms here. The man seemed out of place, while others had sized each caged man, he just walked on by, not really caring to buy. He didn’t look the part of a slaver.
As the strange man came closer to his cage he noticed he wasn’t alone. Another strange looking man was with him, even shorter and his hair and skin so pale, he almost could blend in with the snow. As they drew closer he then noticed they were flanked by two older boys.
They walked by, however, the pale pink eyes man holding a staff taller than he locked eyes on him. He paused, looking back once again. He whispers something to the man who first caught Vegeta’s attention and as they turned back Vegeta’s heart jumped, as both sets of eyes stared directly at him.
The long black haired man shouts to the key holder, pointing directly to Vegeta. “We wish to see that boy.”
The pale man leans into his companion. “If that is who I think it is we must buy him. But do not look so impressed, we only have a few spare coins, Yajirobe.”
“It seems to be him. What luck we have it is, Korin.” Yajirobe answers.
The slaver pushes Vegeta closer to them his wrists and neck in shackles, and they knew without a doubt exactly who the boy was. Yajirobe feints a displease snarl, shaking his head as he measures the boy with his eyes. He makes nonsense words to Korin in gibberish as if complaining about the boy’s skinniness. “How much for the starved thing?”
“60 reds.” The slaver grins, pushing the boy closer.
“60 reds!” Yajirobe gasps. “For this? He is too skinny for hard work, and too fragile for pleasure. The best would be a bed pan handler, or a server. What talents does it have to be worth 60?”
The slaver grumbles, overlooking Vegeta. He takes his chin in hand thinking. “I go no less than 40.”
Yajirobe chuckles. “And who would buy a little thing for 40? I’ll do you a favor; I’ll take the scrawny thing for 35 reds. I am willing to pay that much because I am feeling charitable. I am saving you money, you’ll never sell him for the price you are asking and you have to spend your money on food for it. Trust me, you’ll get no better offer.”
The slaver scoffs, spitting on the ground. “35 reds will do.” He toss’s the chain to Yajirobe who gently passes it to the young strapping lad behind him, leaving Yajirobe with paperwork and money exchange.
Vegeta’s eyes glazed as the chain tugged his neck and wrists. It wasn’t a hurried tug, gentle and guiding, and he hoped he got lucky.
They had the chain’s end wrapped in a iron loop screwed to the end of the wagon, the three young men sitting in its hay cushioned bottom as he was made to walk behind it. They kept the horse’s pace slow as they slowly made their way from the slavers market. He kept glancing into the woods, contemplating how to get out of the chains and make a run for it, envisioning it with such clarity. However, the chains were unbreakable.
“I wouldn’t run into those woods, if I were you. Riddled with wolves they are.” Said one of the young boys, his words was different from the Barbarians.
The other chimed in. “I heard there are eagles the size of huts in there, Tien.”
“Nonsense Yamcha, you listen to fairy tales too much.”
The long haired man stopped the wagon, hopping from his seat he moved in on Vegeta. “Tien, Yamcha, he doesn’t understand our language. He speaks Saiya.”
Vegeta’s ears perked with the word he understood.
Tien glances to Vegeta with surprise. “Saiya, that’s so far from here.”
Yajirobe sighs, lifting his hands. He speaks to the fallen prince in his own language. “What is your name boy?”
Vegeta feels a flood of emotions hearing his peoples tongue spoken to him. Although refreshing to hear the soothing words of his own language, he didn’t answer.
Yajirobe continues on. “No harm will come to you. We will keep you protected.”
This man who stood before him offers his protection and Vegeta found himself all the more confused by it.
There are moments Vegeta finds himself overcome by an urge, his father’s Queen called it an intolerable nuisance and when the urge was strong she had said it was an evil inside his soul clawing. However, he thought it was a small flame of bravery. He lifted his chin high; his face set like stone, and thrust his wrists out. “Then unlock the chains and set me free.”
“And where would you go?” Yajirobe inquired.
“Home.” Was Vegeta’s simple reply, Yajirobe’s face colored from Vegeta’s impudence, taking a deep breath ready to let the boy have it.
Korin shouts. “Yajirobe, gentle” He shakes his head as he came in close, close enough to lay a hand on Vegeta’s shaking fists. He knew he should have been the one to first speak with Vegeta; Yajirobe had no patience for young ones. “My Prince.” Korin bows slightly.
Vegeta gasped, looking down to the pale man. “Ho…how did you know?”
Korin smiles. “I’ve met your father a long time ago, when he was just a boy, and you.” His hold on Vegeta’s fist gently squeezes. “You look just like him. Please, come, sit on the wagon. Tien, Yamcha move over please give him some room.” Korin guides Vegeta to the wagon and Vegeta couldn’t help but follow the old man. “I am a bearer of bad news I’m afraid. Your homeland was attacked by those barbarians, the reason is unknown. Your father, mother, and siblings were not spared.”
Vegeta’s head lowered, and all he could whisper was. “She wasn’t my mother… I’m a bastard.”
Korin didn’t know how to reply to Vegeta, he only held his hand tighter. “I heard there was a possibility one of the kings sons made it, you. They knew of three boys and only found two, and we only guessed to look around the market. And by Kami, we found you. I know this must be hard, but know this. With us you are safe.” Korin nodded to Yajirobe and took the key to Vegeta’s chains and showed the boy his intention. “Now, we couldn’t unlock you until we’ve talked to you. Understand we had to act like slavers to get you, we had to make it look real for them, that why we kept you chained and made you walk behind the wagon.”
Vegeta nodded his head. “You don’t have to talk to me like I’m a toddler. I understand.”
Korin smiled. “I don’t think that, under the circumstances, I believe you suffer from a great deal of distress. Don’t worry, you’ll be taken care of with us.”
Yajirobe gathered the unlocked chain and tossed it to the woods, shackles and collar included. Dusting off his hands like he worked a long day of labor his eyes gazed back to the bastard prince. “So, boy, what’s your name?”
“Vegeta…”
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