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Finding Destiny	By : NLDCat Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1588 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Part Two: Meeting Bardock (Tora's POV)

Bardock wakes up again after a few hours and I knew exactly what the problem was. While I had been told that he couldn't be moved FAR, he could be moved, someone would just have to support most of his weight. So I am sure that he's really humiliated to have me have to bring him to the bathroom. Hell, were I in his position, I'd be fucking embarrassed, too. "I'm sorry," he finally manages when I gently put him back in bed, "I...know what a burden I am..."

"Don't worry about it," I tell him gruffly, "Besides, it beats having to guard the borders for days on end."

"Yes...because I am sure waiting hand and foot on ME is so much more enjoyable." His speech was still slow, like it pained him which wasn't surprising with the fact that whoever roughed him up had almost shattered his jaw, but he was obviously too damned determined to let pain keep him from speaking to me.

"Look, you are in no condition to be left to your own devices and since I found you...the task is mine. Besides, I would hope someone would do the same for me were I to get in such a position."

"You...wouldn't be."

"You think so?" I knew I should let the conversation end...but I was entirely too curious about him.

"Y-you...are Elite..."

"What does THAT have to do with anything?"

"N-no one...would treat you...like this."

"You think so?"

"I...know so."

"Let me give you a little bit of advice; don't presume that just because we're higher ranked that we don't get pushed around because we do. It happens in EVERY rank...but I can understand why you would say that it is more prevalent with the lower classes...and I am sorry that it happens at all."

He closes his eyes as he struggles to continue speaking. "Y-you...have a lesser chance of being brutalized and raped by one of your own."

He spoke the truth and even I couldn't deny it. When it came to crimes committed...it was normally by an Elite against a lower ranked Saiyan. Problem was, all too often, the issue was ignored. I understood where Bardock was coming from...because he was right. I was safer as Elite than he ever would be ranked in the Third Class. It was a major problem...but no one seemed to care enough to do anything about it and normally a blind eye was turned. The philosophy was that if you couldn't protect yourself then you earned what you got. It was no wonder lower-classed Saiyans tried to stay as under the radar as they could and kept from making themselves targets. It's what disgusted me most about the way things were. Unfortunately years of letting it go...meant that it was almost impossible to solve. "You're right," I finally tell him, "and it shouldn't be that way...but steps aren't being taken to correct the problem."

"Y-your...rank...isn't held accountable."

"Yes, I will agree with that," I tell him, "We're allowed to get away with way too much."

The soft snort tells me that he wasn't thrilled with my agreement. It couldn't be helped. Our structure had some definite problems. I just doubted that they would ever be fixed in a satisfactory manner. "You need to rest," I remind him, "and then you can go campaigning for rights for your rank."

"Like...I would get anywhere with it."

I was pretty sure that he wouldn't...but I wasn't about to tell him that. Problem was, I was pretty sure he knew it, too. "Well, regardless, you rest and I'll make you something to eat, okay?"

"Fine."

As I head back for the kitchen it occurs to me that I should just ask him who had done this to him...but something told me that it was a subject that might be stressful enough to make him miscarry. I would just have to wait and see if he would volunteer the information on his own. I wasn't exactly holding my breath on that.

I fix him something light that I hope will rest easy on his stomach and carry it to him. For someone who is used to his way of doing things, I feel extremely awkward gently setting the plate down and gently helping him into a sitting position before handing him the plate. "So...Who's managed to invade your space?" he asks softly.

"Your comrades...and the king," I tell him, "None of them are happy mind you."

"I can't imagine they would be," he says eating slowly.

"How did you get yourself in such a mess, Bardock?" I can't help asking.

He goes still a moment and I regret being nosy instantly. However, before I can take my question back, he answers softly, "I wasn't strong enough to keep him from taking what he wanted."

There is nothing that disgusts me more than someone who thinks they have a right to use force to get what they wanted. "That's no way to handle a situation."

"Yeah...well, he didn't take 'no' well at all."

"I can see," I tell him softly.

"I am sure you can."

"Just eat, I am not going to interrogate you. I shouldn't have even asked what I did." Truth was, I didn't want him to talk because I didn't want to hear anymore. It made me sick to my stomach that others could see things that way. A lot about our power-structure made me angry but again, changing it was near to impossible so I did the best I could. In short, I tried to avoid situations that involved lower ranked Saiyans if at all possible. I knew that turning a blind eye was just as bad...but I just did NOT want to get involved. Unfortunately, here was a third-class pregnant male in my home that I had no choice BUT to protect and it was rubbing my emotions raw.

He manages to finish and keep the food down, which was a good sign. I take the plate and slip out of the room trying to give my emotions a break. Looking at him, seeing the bandages and the wounds, just made me want to hurt someone in the worst way. I needed to get my temper under control or I was going to lash out at the wrong person...and I refused to have it be the male in my bed who couldn't defend himself at the moment. I lean against the wall and wonder again WHY I had to be the unfortunate soul to have found him.

A knock at the door makes me growl low in my throat. Whoever was outside my residence was going to have a hell of a problem on their hands if they didn't have a GOOD reason for disturbing me. I throw open the door; a clear sign that I was NOT a happy Saiyan. "Wow, Tor', you sure are moody today,"Sariya comments at my door. Sariya and I were...acquaintences. Best definition was that she was the person I went to when I wanted easy sex.

A snarl escapes me. "Go away," I warn her, "I am in NO mood for you."

"Wow, what crawled up you?"

I grab her arm before jerking her away from my door. "Leave...and do NOT come back here...not for awhile."

She goes stiff in my grip. "You...have someone else in there with you...don't you?"

"Yes and no," I tell her.

"How is it yes and no?" she demands.

"Yes, I have someone in there but NO it's not for the reason you think."

"So...it IS true...you're harboring a little third class slut!"

My hand connects with her face before I realize I lashed out at her and she hits the ground. "Do NOT cast judment on things YOU don't understand," I warn her.

"You...hit me...over some third class Saiyan who doesn't know how to spread his legs correctly? REALLY, Tora?"

"Get off my property and DON'T come back," I snarl at her, "I will NOT tell you again."

She gives me a disgusted look. "You're no better than they are if you are going to defend them," she spits at me, "You'll pay for such an insult Tora."

As I watch her stalk off, I had to wonder why I had ever lowered myself to sleeping with her on occasion. She was a bitch. I chalk it up to desperation and sigh. I shouldn't have lost my temper with her...and it was going to cost me. With as big a mouth as she had, I was going to have enemies quick. Well, it had been a long time since I had to remind the Elite why they do NOT fuck with me. I guess it was time I re-taught the lesson. Dismissing the situation as unimportant, I return inside and go check on Bardock.

"Y-you...are popular," he comments.

"Oh yes," I tell him sarcastically, "Women love me."

"I can tell."

"Don't be snide."

"M-my apologies...if I just emptied your available fucks."

I should be mad, hell I should be FURIOUS. Instead, I start laughing. Why? I don't know. It certainly shouldn't have been amusing but there I was nearly rolling at it. Someone really enjoyed fucking with my universe.

Bardock is looking at me like I'd lost my mind when I finally got control of myself. "What?" I ask.

"Wh-when...was your last exam?"

"I assure you, regardless of my sudden lapse into idiocy, I am QUITE sane."

"R-Really?" he asks.

"Yes," I tell him huffily.

"Y-you...don't seem like it."

"Considering how I feel about my rank...I'm surprised I have a sex-drive," I mutter.

"Mmm...so...you might not be insane."

"Cute," I tell him, "Really cute." I am a little surprised when he sticks his tongue out at me...even more so when I return the gesture in kind. I normally didn't relax easily around others if at all, and here I was being childish with a male I barely knew. I was dumbfounded by it.

"Th-that was mature of you."

"Me? What about YOU?" I ask.

"I'm...under the weather."

I roll my eyes. "Uh huh, something tells me that you are used to getting your way."

"C-commander...remember?"

"Right...which of course makes YOU egotistical and arrogant...hey, that sounds familiar."

"I-it's not the same."

I could tell by his tone that I was straying into very dangerous territory. I needed to tred carefully. "No," I agree, "because in your case; at the end of the day; you still care about others."

He settles at that though there was a guarded look that I didn't much care for and I had to make a mental not to NEVER compare him to an elite in terms of attitude. It made him VERY closed-off. "W-was...she important to you?"

I snort. "No, she was just...a distraction when things got to be too much."

"D-did SHE know that?"

"I think she kept hoping that I would choose her as my mate...but we just aren't compatible...besides there is no space for me with her and her ego." My comment makes him laugh softly and I realize that he had a really NICE laugh. It was a dangerous thought...but I couldn't seem to help it.
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