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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 Three: And Problems Begin to Arise (Tora's POV)

Within a week, I'd gotten into a pattern with Bardock that almost felt normal save for the annoying crick in my neck that came from sleeping on my couch. I wasn't about to tempt fate and try to share the bed with the other male...as somewhat tempted as I realized I was becoming which was a change since my partners had always been female. It was a little weird to me to think that I was becoming attracted to a male Saiyan. I was hoping that it was just a phase because I needed my space back which meant I needed him to pop his kid out and LEAVE. My already shredded reputation could not take another rumor added to it.

So I did what any self-respecting Elite Saiyan would do...I pushed it as far away as I could and tried to tell myself that there was NOTHING there. When in doubt; deny, deny, deny. Probably not the BEST way to deal with it...but I never mentioned we had a good way of dealing with how we felt.

He still didn't say a word about what happened, but I didn't really expect him to. Hell, I doubted I would want to talk about it, either were I in his shoes. Not that I had a lot of time to even try to ask even if I had the mind to. I know I said that they had best let me know they were coming, but I could hardly keep his companions from seeing him. So they were almost a permanent fixture in my house. I tried not to let it bother me. I had NO reason to be jealous of who took up his time...but I was and THAT bothered me.

Finally, I decided enough was enough and I needed some air. I headed to the doorway where Bardock was once again being entertained by his companions. "Stay awhile," I say simply, "I have a few things to attend to and I would feel better if he weren't alone in the house."

Bardock looks at me and I get the nagging suspicion that he knows why I am running but he says nothing, and I beat a hasty retreat. I had to get this whole issue out of my blood. It was making me crazy with him in my house. That was the only explanation that I would settle for because I was NOT in the mood to analyze how I truly felt about things.

I wasn't really surprised where I ended up. I hadn't even made it to the door before it opened and SHE was standing there. I'd hit an all new low in coming here but I couldn't seem to help myself. "Well, well, well, look who it is," she comments, "What are you doing HERE?"

"I wanted to see you."

I can tell my words surprise her even though her expression never changes. "You...wanted...to...see...me?" she asks slowly.

"Yes," I tell her, "I'm going insane having to house that third class charity case and if it weren't for the fact that our King favors him, I'd have tossed him back with the trash I found him in." Part of me felt bad for saying it because it wasn't true...but I wanted Sariya to feel sorry enough for me that she'd give me the pity fuck I'd come looking for. Pathetic of me? Yes, I know it but I was entirely TOO wound up about the male at my house and it was making my emotions crazy.

It was almost too easy to bend her to my will. Her eyes soften. "Ah, Tora," she murmurs sliding her arms around me, "I thought it was as such. You never COULD refuse a command by our king."

"Wouldn't be a good idea," I agree with her even though SOMETHING in me cringed at her touch. It wasn't what I wanted but it would have to suffice. That she lets me in makes me feel better and worse about things. It also irritated the hell out of me considering that I'd NEVER been attracted to a male and this beaten-up pregnant Saiyan comes in and HE is all I can think about. I needed some sort of normalcy, something familiar...no matter how much it emotionally sickened me to do it. So, yeah, the problem was definitely with how our rank was conditioned.

I got back late and I was sure it was obvious what I was doing. Fasha took one look at me and snorted in derision. "So like one of you to skirt your duties to get laid."

The desire to honestly tell her it was either that or I was going to fuck her little pregnant friend was tempting...but I wasn't pushing a fight in my own home. I chose a parting shot of, "Well, at least I GET laid." I know it definitley didn't endear me to them...but really, there was nothing they could do. Once they left, I head to my room intending on getting a shower.

"Wow," comes the amused voice of the male on my bed, "For someone who hates her...you certainly DO run to her for sex."

I stop in my tracks. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me. You aren't deaf."

"My sex life is, quite frankly NONE of your business."

"No, but it makes me sad to think that you have no other choice than some fridgid elite bitch."

"You think I have problems getting bed partners? Really? I could go to YOUR quarter RIGHT now and in fifteen seconds have a willing bed partner."

"I would think they would have more sense than to EVER sleep with you?"

I was angry both at him and myself which was NEVER a good combination. "Then let me SHOW you," I tell him before stalking out of the room. Little prick wanted to taunt me...then I would show him who he was messing with.

I am as good as my word and return with a woman in tow. I can't help bringing her into my bedroom. "You were saying?" I ask the male who's eyes widen. "You should KNOW better than to issue a challenge."

"Bardock..." the woman says quietly.

"Leave her alone," Bardock tells me harshly.

"I am hardly hurting her," I reply, "She came here of her own free will."

"You...sonofabitch! Leave her ALONE!"

"Bardock, it's alright," she says obviously trying to calm him down. It kind of irked me that it was obvious the Third Class knew each other personally.

"You DON'T need to sleep with him!"

Her eyes soften. "You know how much we struggle, 'Dock. If not him then someone else. At least HE'S not trying to hurt me."

"You can't trust THEM."

"I know," she answers, "But...It's cold at my place...they turned off all power again. I can't stay there tonight."

"See?" I ask gently wrapping an arm around her, "I'm doing her a favor. Now be a good patient and rest." The look of fury he flashes at me as I escort the woman into the bathroom hurts but I ignore it. I'd gotten the rise out of him that I wanted. Hopefully, it would help.

"You shouldn't tease him like that."

I look at her as she undresses. "Oh?"

Her eyes seem to gaze at me. "He's in a precarious enough position as it is."

"Really? Like being pregnant and getting beaten up isn't enough..."

Her eyes flash. "You wouldn't understand!"

"Look," I tell her irritably, "I don't want to TALK about him!"

She looks at me and looks at the door before a soft laugh escapes her. "Oh, I see. You want him...don't you?"

"Don't," I warn her.

She shakes her head. "Boy are YOU ever screwed up, huh? Nothing like realizing that you want someone lower ranked than you huh?"

"I said I DON'T want to talk about it...or would you LIKE to take your chances on another willing bed partner?"

Her eyes fill with fear. "N-No..." she whispers, "Please..."

"Then be quiet and get in the shower." I watch as she does so with a swiftness that makes me wonder just what the HELL was going on in that quarter. I follow her in turning the water on, the spray hitting both of us. Even with the warmth, she was still shivering and I was beginning to think it wasn't a physical cold that she suffered from. Slowly, I slid my arms around her pulling her tightly to me.

"D-don't...let him come back," she whispers, "Don't let him make the sort of sacrifices that got him INTO this mess...please. Whatever you do...KEEP him out of our Quarter."

Slowly, I turn her to face me. "What is going on?" I ask quietly.

"Why do you THINK he's in such a state?" she whispers hoarsely, "Why do you THINK he lets that bastard use him as he sees fit? It's the only way we get what we need."

I go VERY still. "Exactly WHO are we talking about and WHY?"

She closes her eyes shaking her head. "I can't tell you...he's made me promise to NEVER talk to someone else about it. He says it's HIS problem to handle."

"Bardock has asked you to NOT disclose the information?" I was completely baffled.

"Yes," she answers softly, "and I've broken my word saying as little as I have...but please, PLEASE do as I ask. He can't go through this anymore. We're not worth his sacrifice."

"You can't just say this and not expect me to wonder what you're not telling me."

"I made an oath," she protests.

"And I'm housing him...so I have a right to know who I am looking out for."

"All I will tell you...is his name is Jerich."

I go VERY still. I knew the name, hell ALL of us knew who he was and NOTHING about the male was good. "Bardock is...mixed up with Jerich and his ilk?"

"Jerich...is in charge of seeing to our Quarter."

That explained it. That explained EVERYTHING. If there was one thing I knew about Jerich and his closest friends was that they were sadistic pricks when they had a mind to be. They had never been charged mostly because they chose from lower classed Saiyans...and everyone was terrified of them so no one talked. "So no one sees a damn thing," I mutter.

"Something like that," she admits.

"He's carrying Jerich's child?"

"Either his or one of his goons. He's shared Bardock around."

For some reason that REALLY pisses me off. Something about the image of those low-lives passing him around just did NOT sit well with me. "Someone HAS to stop that."

Her eyes widen at my vehement retort. "N-no one challenges him. Anyone who does...normally ends up dead for their troubles."

"Is that how Bardock ended up in the trash?" I demand.

She bites her lip a moment, and I am tempted to shake her to make her talk but she finally whispers, "No...that was probably Amera."

"Amera? A female put him in that condition?"

"Not all of the damage probably not because they aren't easy on Bardock...but Jerich favors the Commander so he wouldn't try to kill him. If anyone wanted him dead it was her. Amera...is a First Class Saiyan who...and I know how insane she has to be to be this way...is in love with Jerich."

From what I knew about Jerich I had to agree with that assumption. "So...Jerich is probably looking for him."

"Probably," she admits, "which isn't going to go well for the rest of us...it's why my power is out. He does it to get our...cooperation when he wants information or to locate someone."

Which meant my quarter wasn't talking either. Jerich was bad news even for us Elite. No one would tell him where Bardock was if I didn't give them express permission. Which meant that quarter was about to suffer. whole situation was enough to make me sick to my stomach so needless to say we just showered and I brought her back into the main room.

"Conscious get a hold of you?" Bardock asks.

"I don't have one," I tell him, "We were talking...about your friend Jerich." The moment I said the name, I watched him go emotionally cold.

"Your power is off?" he asks the female.

"Bardock, don't..." she pleads.

"Is it OFF?" he demands.

"Yes," she whispers sounding defeated.

I am startled to watch Bardock actually get OUT of the bed. "Oh, no you DON'T!" I tell him sternly.

"Shut up," he snarls at me.

"You are NOT strong enough to take on more stress!"

"I do NOT answer to you!"

"And I am NOT letting you go back just so that you can get hurt and miscarry because some psycho-bitch fancies herself in love with that prick!"

His eyes flash as he looks at her. "You TOLD him?"

"I..." She starts before looking away, "I'm sorry, Bardock."

"Look she was just..." Honestly, I never got a chance to finish the sentence because I wasn't expecting him to haul off and hit me. I never saw it coming and then everything went black.
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