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Bride of the Red Moon	By : Alryetagory Category: Dragon Ball Z > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 5169 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Gohan gasped for air as he felt that
strong hand tighten around his neck. He closed his eyes and let out a
whimper, tears stinging at the corners of his eyes as he thought that
he was was going to die. The man in front of him stared hard at him
and after a moment his grip fell slack and he heard him growling in
pain.

Gohan gasped a little as he saw the
man fall to the floor holding his arm tightly. He quickly knelt
beside him and he gasped seeing something burrowing into the flesh.
It looked like a black slug of some kind. He took the bottle of
disinfectant and with a quick apology, he poured it down his arm. The
man growled loudly in pain, punching the floor as his tail thrashed
about trying to lessen the pain.

He glared at the younger Saiyan
before him, but blinked when the boy picked up a slug that was
withering do death.

“Black Poison Slugs....”
he hissed out, grabbing nasty parasite in his fist and looking down
at his arm where it had attacked itself. “If it got inside
me...”

Gohan began cleaning up his arm
before he put the ointment on the wounds and then bandaged it up. As
soon as he was done, Gohan backed up and curled up into a ball
waiting for the anger to come back. But the man just stared at his
arm and then at the slug in his fist before he looked at the boy. Now
that he wasn't in pain, he could think clearly and stood up. The
action made the boy flinch.

He dumped the dead slug into a bowl
and made his way over to Gohan, who backed up even more.

“Hold still.” He ordered
and Gohan did so, a soft whimper coming from him. He pulled the boy
up to stand in front of him, the boy came to just about his chin, a
short petite thing. Cupping his chin in his large hand he looked at
him carefully and smirked. “You're Kakarot's child... I see
you've recovered fully.”

Gohan whimpered as he looked at the
man, he remembered him, he was the one that kidnapped him! He closed
his eyes and tugged on his hand, wanting him to let go, but the man
refused, he seemed content with looking at Gohan's face. He did let
go when the doors hissed open to the med wing and the doctors came
rushing in. They stared for a moment at Vegeta and the boy before the
doctor in charge spoke up.

“Your Highness! Are you
injured?!” The man asked rushing over to him, but seeing the
bandaged arm and the mess by the table he was confused. “Did
you treat yourself?”

“No, you fool.” the
prince growled and moved to the side, revealing Gohan some more.
“This boy took care of it for me.”

“Eh? Kakarot's brat?”
one of the doctors asked confused.

“Wait, what is he doing out of
the rejuvenation tank!?”

“... Um, I woke up and it
opened up on it's own... I got out and got dressed. I was waiting for
you to come back when I helped him...” Gohan said softly,
blushing as he ducked his head.

“You touched his highness
without permission!?” shouted one of the doctors, but the
prince gave a harsh bark making them all stop their questioning.

“Leave him be! Now if there is
nothing else you need to examine him for, we are leaving.” He
ordered.

The head doctor came and did a quick
examination of Gohan, being careful with his tail before he nodded
and bowed as the prince grabbed the young boy's arm and pulled him
along. As they walked along the halls, Gohan said nothing, but he was
nervous. He touched the prince and judging by how the doctors
reacted, that was a big mistake.

“You can relax.” the
prince suddenly spoke, shocking him from his thoughts.

“Huh?”

“You're letting out a nervous
scent and it's... tempting.” the prince growled out the last
word sounding almost like a purr.

This made Gohan blush and weakly
attempt to pull away from the prince, but he tightened his grip and
walked into a room. When they entered, everyone who was inside turned
to look at them. Gohan gasped and hid behind the prince; this caused
said Saiyan to smirk smugly that the smaller, feminine one was
depending on him for protection.

“Sorry for being late. I was
getting treatment.” The prince said.

“My son, who treated you? The
doctors were tending to the wounded in the yard.”

“The boy behind me. He
prevented a Black Poison Slug from burrowing into my arm.” he
said calmly.

They all looked at the boy, who was
currently hiding behind the prince as the king nodded and stood up.

“The off worlders had been
captured and placed in the holding cells. When we find out what is
going on then I'll decided what should be done about them.
Dismissed.” He said.

The others slowly left, trying to
get a look at the boy's smaller frame while others tried to spy the
prince's injured arm, but he snarled at them and they bolted out the
doors. Once the king, prince and the Son family were all that was
left, Vegeto sat down and rubbed his throbbing temples.

“Really this is getting
ridiculous... We weren't even threatening them! And the attacked.”
Vegeto grumbled.

“Stop that...” Burdock
scolded his mate, getting a pout from him.

Kakarot walked over to them and as
soon as Gohan saw him he dashed over to his side and looked at Vegeta
nervously. Vegeta, on the other hand, moved to stand with his father,
but he kept his eyes on Gohan the entire time. The Saiyan was a
strange one, it intrigued him on a level nothing has ever done
before.

“We're safe, okay Gohan? I
called Bulma and told her what was going on. Chi-Chi's fine, a bit
banged up, but she's fine.” Kakarot said.

“Will we go back?”

“No... we belong here. Besides
your uncles and grandfather want to meet you.” Kakarot said
softly as he led them to where their family waited for them.

Gohan blinked when he saw his
family. His grandfather was darker, scarred version of his father as
his uncles were pale. One was bald and had a goatee, he was tall and
burly while the other had long wild hair and was tall, but he noticed
that his grandfather, father and one of his uncles all had a feminine
like look to their figures compared to the bald Saiyan.

“Papa, this my son, Gohan.”
Kakarot introduced him to his grandfather first.

The tall warrior looked at him a
moment, before he smiled and hugged him close.

“Eh? Don't you feed the boy!?
He's so small!”

“Um, dad, he hasn't had much
of an appetite since he came of age. He was in too much pain to eat
much.” Kakarot reminded his father.

Burdock blinked and nodded his head
as he set Gohan down. Next were his uncles.

“He's a cutie, Kakarot. You
didn't drop him on his head did you?” Radditzu asked.

“... The smart mouth is your
uncle Radditzu. The bundle of joy is your cousin, Toma. And the big
bald guy is your uncle's mate, Nappa.” Kakarot said, glaring at
his brother for insulting his parenting skills. “Ignore Ditzu
though, he's just mad that dad dropped him on his head twice.”

“Kakarot!!” Burdock
hissed as said Saiyan laughed and ran away from his father.

“Well you already met, Prince
Vegeta. The man sitting in the throne beside him is his father, King
Vegeto and father's mate.” Radditzu said. “But it's not
public, so we don't get to brag that we are royal by marriage.”
Radditzu said as he nodded his head to the king and Prince, both of
whom were snickering at the antics of the Son family...

-Time Skip-

The stadium was in an uproar as the
watched the warriors and criminals duke it out in the arena down
below. Furious battle cries echoed from the arena as the sickening
sounds of flesh and flesh hitting with the underscore of bones
breaking or cracking. Sometimes one of the fighters dying. It was a
pretty gruesome sport to watch, but the others obviously liked it.

Gohan and his grandfather sat in the
balcony seats just below the king and prince. Burdock figured the
best way to get Gohan used to the academy, where he had been going to
school for the last two months, was to let him see one of the many
Blood Sports that were hosted throughout Vegetasei.

“Enough!! He's out of the
ring!!” boomed a voice from the bottom as the fight stopped.
Both fighters were carried out as the stage was fixed as best the
could and cleaned up for the next fight. As this happened the
audience took a quick bathroom break.

“How are you holding up?”
Burdock asked Gohan as he looked to the curtains were a guard poked
his head in to inform him that the King was coming down.

“... Uneasy... I don't
understand how this will help me fit in at the academy....”

“Well for one the others there
are very much like the people here. They like a good bloody fight.
You can talk with them about the fights and that could get you
friends for one.” Burdock said as he looked back at the
stadium, his eyes sweeping the stands for anything out of the
ordinary. “Another thing, you can learn how to adapt to your
sparring sessions.”

“But I don't like fighting...”

“Just like Kakarot... Well,
I'll tell you what I told him: learning to fight isn't a bad thing.
You can learn it so you can protect yourself, your friends and
family. If you ever get a mate and have a baby, you can defend them
from harm. You don't have to fight in wars, unless Vegetasei
attacked, and you don't have to fight in the Blood Sports.”
Burdock said.

Gohan nodded mutely before the
curtain opened up and Vegeto and Vegeta walked in. Gohan bowed his
head in respect, though they've told him countless times not to; he
couldn't help it, it was a habit! Vegeto bowed his head in return and
then moved over to Burdock as said Saiyan blushed and looked away.
Gohan walked out onto the actual balcony, wincing a bit when the huge
sun blinded him a bit.

He looked down at the arena, curious
as to who was fighting next. As he watched the Saiyans mingle about,
he completely forgot about why he had stepped out here in the first
place. He laid his head on his arms and began humming softly, the
cool breeze ruffling his hair a bit as he closed his eyes and
pictured the fights in his head, wondering how to adapt what he saw
to himself.

While Gohan was lost in his
thoughts, Vegeta was leaning against the pillar on the opposite side,
watching the young Saiyan. He had a lovely voice and the relaxed
state he was in allowed Vegeta to get a good understanding of Gohan's
body, more specifically, his tail. It hung limply, completely lax,
but sometimes it'd curl up or would swish a bit. As it shifted in the
sunlight, Vegeta could see the patches of dark red hair that he got
from his sire. It was long and sleek, well groomed and well taken
care of as well. The fine hairs were all evenly cut and it was
brushed to perfection.

One thing a Saiyan always looked at
when searching for a possible mate was the tail. A tail said a lot
about the Saiyan. And Gohan's was telling Vegeta that he was a very
neat person, caring and liked simple pleasures. Well the last one he
picked up from the content smile Gohan had on his face as the wind
blew gently over them, dancing with his hair.

“Beautiful, isn't he?”
burdock suddenly asked from behind the prince, keeping his voice low
as to not disturb his grandson's moment of peace and quiet.

Vegeta said nothing as he stood tall
and turned to go back inside, but Burdock's voice stopped him again.

“He likes simple gifts:
flowers, letters... things like that. He likes animals as well.”
He said and the prince grunted before he left.

Burdock said nothing, a small smile
on his face. He had learned Vegeta's body language as well as his
speech mannerisms, or the lack there of. What others mistook as
moodiness was often him contemplating his next move or a problem.
Vegeta was a very fine man when you got use to him, but he had his
moments just like anyone else where he wanted to be a lone or he
didn't want to talk to anyone.

'This will be rather interesting to
watch.' Burdock thought before he walked over to Gohan, wrpping his
tail over his grandson's tail and tugging gently.

“They're ready to begin
again... The next few fights should be entertaining.” He said
softly and Gohan opened his sleepy eyes and nodded with a soft yawn.

They went and sat back down inside
where is was cool and shaded. Gohan was more awake now as the next
fight began, but he was shocked to see his uncle Nappa down there
with a dangerous criminal. He looked at his grandfather for an
explanation. Burdock laughed at the look and stood up so he was
visible to the stadium.

“Nappa is one of the
instructors at the Academy. And look there, some of your classmates
are here to see how strong he is.” Burdock said. “And
this gives you a chance to see what animals we really are... Look
there.”

Gohan looked to see that Nappa had
charged the criminal with a roar. His large fist smashed into the
criminal's face, the harsh cracking of the other Saiyan's teeth
filling the stunned stadium. Burdock just shook his head.

“Nappa's a tank, he'll keeping
going if you don't rein him in sometimes. That's why Radditzu is
there.” he said pointing with his thumb at his eldest and his
other grandson.

Gohan was shocked really. The fight
was pretty bloody, the other Saiyan was grounded, shooting an array
of Ki blasts at his uncle who dodged them in the air, all the while
laughing at him. The criminal snarled in rage and fired at the
audience. Burdock snapped to attention and barked his orders.

“You there!! Stop him before
he kills someone else!!” He yelled pointing to the criminal as
a couple guards nodded, but before they could do anything, Nappa had
him pinned down, his tail in hand and was pulling it taught so he
couldn't move.

Gohan gulped that was pretty scary
and hearing the man screaming in agony wasn't helping him. Burdock
made him go inside and wait as he continued barking orders since the
guards here were morons and didn't seem to understand that his word
was law until the King spoke up.

Meanwhile in the King's box seat,
Vegeto was snickering at the morons below flinching every time
Burdock screamed at them. Vegeta snorted as he watched as well,
really they all should have seen that one coming. A Saiyan who can't
fly will resort to dirty tactics to try and win, but it never goes in
their favor.

“Well I believe this is it for
today...” Vegeto said as he stood up and then with a booming
voice, he commanded that everyone settle down. He ordered that the
prisoners be taken back to their cells and that the Blood Sport was
over for the day.

No one dared to complain nor did
anyone try and resist as they were ushered out. Always eager to
remain on the king's good side hoping for his favor one day. Vegeto
leaned on the railing, watching with bored eyes as the mess was
cleaned up, the few Saiyans who had been killed in the sudden attack
were being carefully picked up and taken to be prepared for their
funerals. He blinked when he heard soft voices and noticed it was
prayers. He leaned a bit forward, to see into Burdock's box seat and
saw him and Gohan on their knees praying for the Saiyans that had
died.

“Don't pry, brat.” Came
his father's stern voice as he smacked his son's as lightly, but
still with enough force to sting.

Vegeta grunted as he righted himself
and snorted.

“I'm going back early. I have
training to catch up on.” Vegeta said and floated off the
balcony as his father waved him off before he shot off into the
distance. He said that he had training to do, but his thoughts were
on anything but that. Burdock's words echoed in his head about what
made his grandson happy.

'Simple gifts, huh?' he would have
to watch the boy and find out what types of things he liked. 'I will
court and mate him...'
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