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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: Mild language
Vegeta awoke the next day with a terrible headache and a nauseated stomach. He groaned in pain as he tried to relief some of the pain by laying on his side and going back to sleep, but the pain was too unbearable. Giving up on sleep, the young noble opened his groggy eyes and took his time getting out of bed and heading for the bathroom. After relieving the contents from his stomach, he messaged his temples and willed the pain to go away. Why did he have to drink so much last night? Not to mention he was sore from the fight. He couldn’t believe he showed such a state to someone he intended to kill. Unlike most people, Vegeta actually remembers everything when he’s drunk. Then again, it wasn’t often that Vegeta succumbed to such a weakness, but lately, it felt necessary.
Once dressed, he headed towards the family dining room to have breakfast with his parents. As soon as he was there, he paused in confusion when no one was there. He asked a nearby servant where his parents were and the servant said they were already doing their daily business. “Already? The morning isn’t even over yet.”
“Actually, sire, it’s already after midday.” The servant answered hesitantly, as if correcting his young Lord would get him punished.
“What?!” Vegeta immediately regretted shouting once his head started spinning again. He groaned and held his head.
“Are you alright, young Master?” The servant looked at him with caution, his errand already forgotten as he speculated his young Lord. “After all, it is rare that you sleep in so late.”
“None of your business! Away with you!” The young noble shooed away the pesky servant as he made his way to the kitchens to look for something to eat.
On his way, he ran into his mother. “Oh, Vegeta dear! I’ve been so worried! You slept the morning away! Are you feeling alright? You know, you’re father’s been asking about you.” Lady Hokoru came up to him and patted his forehead and felt his face.
Vegeta sighed. “Yes Mother, I’m fine. Just a little headache. What does Father want?”
Lady Hokoru gave her son a worried look. “Well, he’s been wanting to discuss the ceremonial plans with you. We need to decide on your robes and we must decide what food needs to be served. Also, we have to send out invitations and find a high priest and other preparations that require Lord Koga’s and Master Ookami’s approval. Not to mention-”
“Alright Mother! I get it.” He held up both of his hands to stop his mother from totally overwhelming herself and him. The pain in his head also took up any patience he had. “I’ll just…go see him.” He made his way past her as he headed for his new destination.
Once he entered his father’s work room, Lord Hokoru’s head shot up from his place at his desk. “Vegeta! It’s about time.” He got up and walked towards his son’s side, completely overlooking the fact that his son slept over half the day. “We need to make arrangements for the ceremony, but we must meet with Lord Koga and Master Ookami.” He went back to his desk to see what needed to be looked over.
Vegeta expressed his displeasure. “Must we see them again so soon? I mean, the ceremony is a month away yet.” His voice got quieter as his father looked at him.
“Even so, there is still much to do until then. Today, we shall meet with Lord Koga and Master Ookami again.” Honestly, he made it sound like he enjoyed saying their titles.
Vegeta tried again. “Well, do you think they came up with anything? After all, it’s only been a day. Perhaps we should wait for them to get everything together before we went over there and bombarded them with our plans. Not that I’m going to be a part of them.” He muttered the last part.
Lord Hokoru ignored his last comment and gave his son his full attention. “No one has anything together. That’s precisely why we must communicate with the other party. Honestly son, you sound like you don’t want the ceremony to occur.” He crossed his arms as he gave his son a stern look.
Vegeta looked away for a moment, then looked his father in the eyes. “I wish to go into town today.”
Lord Hokoru looked like he was about to explode. “And why is that?”
He hesitated. “Well, the thought of getting married and everything that’s supposed to transpire before then is really starting to overwhelm me. I would like to clear my head and maybe get some ideas about the preparations for the ceremony.” In truth, this was all an excuse to not see that arrogant fiancé of his.
Lord Hokoru seemed to consider his son’s words. “Well, it’s obviously not necessary for you to do anything for the ceremony, but I guess you still need some time to get used to the idea of being married. After all, things seem to be moving progressively. Alright. I’ll allow you to go into town for today, but tomorrow we shall meet with Lord Koga. Understand?”
Vegeta flinched when his father stated that his assistance for the ceremony preparations won’t be needed, but was glad that he didn’t have to put up with any other stuck up nobles for the day. “Thank you, Father.” His demeanor calmed as he headed out of the room.
“Also…” He stopped, his back still facing him. “Make sure you wear the veil to hide your face and you shall be accompanied by four guards. They will meet you out front and you will return before sunset.”
“Yes, Father.” Once he left the room, he resisted the urge to have a tantrum and made his way up to his room to change into something that screamed nobility; so that no one will dare think to look his way. It’s something that’s required for a noble to do when showing himself in public.
He slipped on his symbolic blue and white robes over his clan outfit and kept on his black outdoor boots. No one will see them anyway, since the robes cover them. He also tucked the duel swords that he usually brings into town with him into the back of his waist band. The blue hilt and silver, diamond shaped blades will match perfectly with his attire. Lastly, he went over to the veil that’s been collecting dust on his dresser and sneered at it. The white hat and blue veil that ringed the round hat was an embarrassment to wear in public. Which is precisely why he always goes into town at night, where he wouldn’t have to wear such a thing. Though, it was vital for his family to keep his identity hidden, in case anyone wanted to assassinate him, but it would only cause entertainment for the young noble. It was either this or face the rest of his day with his fiancé. So with that in mind, he put it on and glared through the transparent cloth.
He then made his way in front of the manor, where a carriage was waiting for him, along with four guards dressed in their clan’s colors, but not so formal attire. He sighed and got into it. He couldn’t leave the carriage without being followed by four idiots who think they can protect their young Master. He didn’t need anyone to protect him. Did they forget that he’s one of the finest assassins in the country? Surely they didn’t believe that he still needed protecting when he could easily kill them himself. He put up with their presence anyway, since it’ll please his father.
Once in town, he announced he would get out and walk around himself and the carriage stopped. When he stepped out, the four imbeciles were waiting for him. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes and ignored them as they surrounded him on all sides and made their way down the streets. Some people stared at him as they walked by, others tried not to look at him as they kept their eyes in front of them. Probably fearing to get caught looking at him. He let a faint smirk show through, but quickly hid it. As they made their way in the middle of town, he couldn’t help but get the feeling that he was being followed. He turned his head slightly and noticed a red and white clothed man with a straw hat on his head. So, he knew it was him, did he? Surprising that the samurai would be following him out in the open. Did he come for another rematch? Or was he being a bodyguard as well? Vegeta went for the latter as he moved his gaze forward.
“Is there something wrong, Your Highness?” The guard to his right asked in a hushed tone.
“No, nothing.” He answered sternly as he continued his way down the street. However, his stomach growled at not being fed yet today and decided to head for a little restaurant down the road. He hesitated and stopped. He couldn’t go straight for it, otherwise, the guards will get suspicious.
“What is it, Sire?” The guard to his left asked in a hushed tone.
Why must they do that? It’s very annoying. “I wish to eat. I haven’t had the time since I awoke. Is there a suitable place?” He patiently waited for an answer as the guards looked around. He turned his head again to see if the samurai was still following him and noticed him standing nonchalantly near a busy vendor.
“There is a place down the road here that should be suitable for you, Your Highness.” One of the guards said as he faced forward.
Idiots. They don’t even know that their being followed and yet, the noble that they’re trying to protect, did. He agreed with the guard’s decision and followed one of them to their destination. He looked behind him and noticed the warrior had started following them again. He smirked, then turned his attention toward the small place they had came to. He looked up at the sign, as if not trusting what the guard had suggested, but knew all too well that it was a decent place, then proceeded inside. Once seated, one of the guards summoned a waitress over and ordered her to get the noble a suitable meal. Vegeta didn’t even have to speak when his guards were around, they did everything for him. He resisted the urge to sneer at not having to do anything himself, but calmed once a hot meal appeared before him. That was quick.
Before he began eating, he looked around at his guards. “It isn’t necessary for you four to watch me eat. Go stand guard outside while I enjoy my meal in peace.” He waited for them to follow his orders as they hesitantly did as he commanded.
“Yes, Your Highness.” All four answered simultaneously, then bowed and left.
Once he started eating, he felt a presence come and sit behind him. He knew who it was. “I thought I told you not to follow me.” His voice was hushed, not wanting to draw attention to the guards just outside the doorway.
“You were being targeted. I had to take care of them before they took care of you.” He turned his head slightly. “Our meeting was dangerous. You’re now on the hit list.” The warrior answered in an equally hushed voice, then went about his business when the same waitress came and asked what he wanted. He ordered a cup of tea and she left to retrieve it.
Vegeta rolled his eyes at the order. Didn’t the man ever eat? “How many times must I tell you that I can take care of myself? And how did you know it was me?” He continued interrogating the man in his hushed tone.
The samurai smirked. “You’re swords were a dead giveaway.” Vegeta turned his head slightly at the notion. The swords didn’t blend in after all. The warrior frowned. “And I am aware of your skills, Your Highness, but the ones that are after me are a challenge.”
Vegeta faced forward and smirked. “Hn. You must not be very challenging. They seem to sound like decent competition.”
The warrior wanted to yell at the noble again. “This isn’t a game. It’s my fault that you’re involved now and since you’re a noble, this complicates things even more.”
The noble frowned. “You underestimate me samurai. I live for the competition. Besides, I already told you, I don’t fear death.” He continued eating.
The stranger let it drop. “Either way, you’re going to be seeing more of me. I suggest you deal with it.” He took a sip from his tea.
“Hn. No thanks. I already have enough useless guards. If you want to apply for the job, then you need to make an appointment with my Father.”
“I’m not looking for employment. I’m just taking care of my responsibilities.”
“Oh, I see. So, I’m a responsibility to you. Hn. Since you know your enemies, you should take them out first before they get you. None of this is my problem, it’s yours.”
The warrior pounded the table. “You’re so infuriating! Can’t you just do what I say?”
Vegeta sneered. “Who do you think you are? I take enough orders as it is. Why should I take orders from someone who ranks below me? Surely you don’t think that a noble would simply do what he’s told by anyone.”
The samurai stood. “You’d be surprised how much we have in common.” He left before Vegeta could answer.
The noble growled as he thought of the warrior’s words, not understanding what he meant. As he finished his meal and walked around town some more, he wondered if he should meet with the samurai again and interrogate him of everything he knows. Better yet, he should challenge him again. He owed the man for embarrassing him in their last fight.
By the time sunset came around, the guards urged him to head back and Vegeta reluctantly did so. When he returned, he was greeted by his father. “Son, you got a message from Lord Koga. It seems you have another mission for tomorrow after our meeting with him.”
Vegeta almost shouted for joy. “What is the mission?” He knew his answer, he just hoped he would give him some sort of hint.
“You know I’m not in liberty to say. He’ll give you the information when you see him. Now, go get ready for dinner, it’ll be served soon.”
Vegeta hesitated. “Actually, I ate not too long ago.”
Lord Hokoru stared at him. “Hungry or not, you’re joining us for dinner. You already missed out on two meals today.” He paused. “You know, once you’re married to Master Ookami, you won’t be able to have such privileges.”
Vegeta glared at him. “I know. Why do you think I’m taking advantage of them now?”
“Mind your tongue, boy. Now do as I say.” Lord Hokoru left his presence to finish his work.
The young noble growled. Why is everyone telling him to do that today? He was really looking forward to beating that samurai into the next world. When dinner was served, Lord Hokoru began going over what Vegeta should do once the ceremony started. “You will be lead by your mother and I as we take you to the altar and you will walk just as we do. You will not speak or move while your vows are being said and you will only look at Master Ookami as you hold hand in hand. Then, once you exchange your necklaces that’ll bond you together, you will kiss-”
“Enough!” Vegeta couldn’t take anymore from his father’s constant droning. It was bad enough he was going to be married to the man, but he was really tired of hearing every little detail in bonding with the bastard. Vegeta sighed. “I’m retiring for the evening.” He stood and proceeded to leave.
“Vegeta! Get back here! I’m not finished!” Lord Hokoru stood as well, but continued shouting when his son did not listen to him. “Guards!” The guards standing on each side of the entrance to the hall stood in Vegeta’s way to prevent him from leaving. He growled, but didn’t turn to face his father. “Like it or not, it is important for you to know everything that you must do at the ceremony. The last thing we want is humility among our clan.”
Vegeta wanted to argue his side, but decided against it. No matter what he said, it wasn’t going to be heard. “I’m sorry, Father. I’m just tired. We can talk about it tomorrow, so that ‘Master’ Ookami will know as well.” He couldn’t say Ookami’s title without hinting sarcasm in it.
Lord Hokoru was going to protest about him going to bed so early when he slept half the day away, but decided to let it go…for now. “Very well. Maybe if you get more sleep, you’ll wake up earlier. You’re dismissed.” He waved him off as he seated himself and continued eating.
The guards stepped out of the way and Vegeta made his way between them. He loathed it when his father treated him like one of his men, but it was better than being treated like a child. As soon as he entered his room, he changed into more inconspicuous clothing and exited through the window. Maybe beating the tar out of someone will cheer him up, but he really didn’t want to hear the samurai lecture him on how important his life is, but since his options of having a decent opponent are running out, he’ll have to do.
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I’d like to thank Prince Jiita for helping me with the arranged marriage info, names of the places, clan names, and future names to come. :) If it wasn’t for you, I’d probably be roasted by some angry flamers and be served with veggies. Thankies! ^^
I hope I worked out all the kinks in the chapters. :/ I’m just…so thrilled to post this story to look em over again! X) Anyway, I couldn’t find any valid information on “arranged weddings” or “royal weddings,” so I just made up my own. >.> I only thought it was reasonable to have a “high” priest do the ceremony. :/ Seemed like a…“noble” thing to do. XD Pun. Anyway…hope it wasn’t too boring. ><
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