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Uncertainty and Pride	By : TristaML Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1864 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 4
Kakarot had just gotten out of the shower and dressed in bedroom attire (a light, long-sleeved shirt and flowing pants with regular shoes) and he was headed to get a snack from the large kitchen, which was always open, when the King noticed him, having expected him to be hungry around this time (since he’s been watching him closely). King Vegeta halted, turning in his direction, and Kakarot didn’t see his King and kept walking by as Vegeta moved quickly to intercept him.
“Kakarot,” he said in a commanding voice, startling the younger male out of his thoughts.
“Your Highness!” He stopped and bowed and didn’t know what to think.
“Where are you going at this hour?” King Vegeta asked him and Kakarot saw that there was a small smirk on his lips.
His stomach growled in an answer for him, and the King did not hide his disgust. The young man just laughed and scratched the back of his head.
“You will order your food, and have a servant drop it by your room, where you and I have something to discuss,” the King said, and he told him to hurry up.
Kakarot smiled and said okay before jogging to the kitchen to place his order and then back to where they’d just met, only to find that the King wasn’t waiting for him. He figured he must have gone ahead to his room, so he made a bee-line for it, himself, considering the fact that it was a mess, but there was nothing he could do about it. He somehow knew the King would only be mildly interested in how clean he kept his stuff. He was elated to speak with him and he was honestly hoping that Vegeta finally remembers him.
As he approached his spacious living area, he noticed that the King wasn’t waiting outside for him, either, and so he simply went inside. There he saw him, standing with his arms crossed, looking out of place.
The King greeted him with, “Took you long enough. I should warn you now that I don’t like to be kept waiting.”
Kakarot replied, shutting the door, “I’ll keep that in mind, Sire.” He tried his best not to look him up and down.
Vegeta had had enough. He threw Kakarot against the wall, knocking him against the art and holding onto him by his shirt. He yelled, “I’m tired of your mouth! You will respect me at all times!”
Kakarot’s heart jumped and he replied, “I wasn’t sure if I was meeting you where we last spoke, or somewhere in between, and I hadn’t expected the company, and besides, how am I supposed to know what level of patience you’re at?”
King Vegeta thought to himself, ‘Between him and his father I don’t know which one is worse!’ and then he recollected the fact that perhaps they behave this way because Bardock was so close to the late King, and Kakarot only takes after him innocently. The King couldn’t believe he’d just conjured up an excuse for the third-class, but he let him go anyways and took a step backwards, and some of the paintings on the wall fell to the floor. He said, finally, “I suppose we don’t know each other very well, but the time has come for us to get to know one another better, and then I can assume you will have improved in manners.”
Kakarot wondered aloud, sounding giddy, “Get to know one another, your Highness?”
The King flung his cloak around him as he walked about the room, noticing everything, and he replied in annoyance but sensibly, “Do you think that I make regular trips to these quarters to visit my guests?” Kakarot looked at him blankly and Vegeta growled in exasperation. “Well, I don’t,” he said, “I have come here to tell you that you and I are going to train together from now on, nonstop, until I say otherwise, or unless I have prior engagements.”
“Awesome!” Kakarot blurted out.
The King raised an eyebrow at him and said, “I don’t think you’ll be so excited when it’s you spending the night in a regeneration tank.”
Kakarot smiled at him and said, “It’ll only make us stronger.”
The King glared at him, looking from one eye to the next, he searched and searched the other man and still he could not find what he was looking for. Ultimately he said, as an afterthought of his misplaced animosity, “I think I’m going to enjoy taking it out on you in our training sessions,” then he added, “I’ve already invited your father, as well, he will be joining us from time to time.”
Kakarot nodded but then said, “Um, your Highness, is there something you want to tell me?” King Vegeta scoffed at him, but he continued anyways, wondering, “What’s the point of all of this? Why did you move us out here? You have so many other officers with great potential in your army, already.”
“Hn,” the King replied, remembering that Kakarot doesn’t know why all of this is happening. It dawned on the King that he ought to tell him now and he decided that explaining it to him would do no less harm than keeping the information from him. So, with that in mind, he indulged him; “This is confidential information, Kakarot, which means that what I’m about to tell you must not leave this room under any circumstances.”
Kakarot nodded and began to feel a nervousness he couldn’t describe.
The King spoke calmly and sternly to him as he said, “We have an enemy approaching fast, and I need more than just an army to keep our planet and its people safe. There are few who may have power enough to stand up to him, and in this case, nothing matters except for defeating him, so I will take all the help I can get, though I am not used to asking for it.” His brow twitched and his nose was held upright as he crossed his arms over his chest.
Kakarot knew that Vegeta had just spelled out their doom and he asked, “How do you know about this?!” and he wondered at the truth in it, and why his father never mentioned anything about it to him, “Why haven’t you told anyone else what’s going on?!”
“Do not begin to tell me how to lead my race! It would only bring chaos to spread such information! And I have my sources,” the King growled, not interesting in being argued with. “Now! Now that you understand that this is of the utmost importance, I’m sure I can rely on your silence, subtleness, and cooperation. One peep out of you and this information gets out and I’ll take care of your punishment, personally.”
Kakarot stood his ground in all seriousness and thought about what he’d just said. The King seemed to stare at him in earnest, as though he was considering saying a few other things.
There came a knock at the door. Kakarot answered it while the King hid himself from the entrance view quickly. Kakarot thanked the man for the food and closed the door, carrying the sack inside and placing it on the table nearby.
“I’ll leave you to your dinner,” the King stated matter-of-factly and began to head towards the door but Kakarot stopped him short of it, offering him some of the meal. The King had tried to avoid that very thing, but he found it strange that Kakarot was blocking him, and he looked up into his eyes and felt distinctly welcomed by him as he offered for him to eat some, and with the smell of the food hitting him, he confessed that he was hungry and, though hesitantly, he took his offer and sat down to dine with him.
Watching the young man eat was disgusting, but he soon was able to concentrate on his own thoughts and found some content in sitting in silence like this in the company of another person. He suddenly realized that he does the same thing with Raditz and he wondered what it is about the Son’s that makes them such genial company.
When all of the food was gone the King realized that it’s been quite some time now that he’s spent with Kakarot, though their conversation has been short and to the point and they haven’t found much need to say anything else. Still, if he lingers any longer his absence might go noticed for once, rather than simply wished for. He sneered to himself to which Kakarot caught a glimpse of.
“What’s wrong?” the young man asked as he stood up and began to clear the table.
The King’s eyes widened and he answered, “Why would you even think there is something wrong, Kakarot?”
Kakarot only smiled at him as he set the dishes in the sink and said, “Well, aside from the fact that the planet’s about to be attacked and you’re trying to keep it a secret, and that you’ve only just become the King, you seem to have a lot going on,” he drew nearer to him as he explained, “I’m sure a lot of things are going right, too, but, you just seem tense.”
The King stood up and got in his face as he yelled, “How would you know?! Third-class!”
Kakarot smiled at him and put his hands up in his defense, saying, “I’m just asking. I thought that, maybe, since now you have someone else you can talk to about it, you’d want to talk with me.”
“You?!” The King laughed and stood his ground, “I don’t need to talk over anything, especially not with you!”
“Alright,” Kakarot smiled, and tried his best not to laugh. If there was ever any doubt that this was his Vegeta, it would have been dismissed completely with that outburst. They’re one in the same, different lives or not, and Kakarot found comfort in his ironic overreaction for some reason.
King Vegeta pushed him aside and was about to announce that he was leaving when Kakarot blocked him again, as fast as ever, and he said, “Wait,” because it was all he could think of to say. He has him alone for the first time. He can’t just let him walk away.
“For what?” The King asked, sarcastically, but he found that he was looking into Kakarot’s eyes much closer than he ought to be, and he could swear that he was seeing something more in the young man. Kakarot looks like he wants to say something but doesn’t know how.
He took a tiny step forward and licked his lips, staring down into the handsome King’s eyes. He couldn’t deny his own desires for another moment. Whether he gets in trouble or not is something he is going to have to live with. He did the unthinkable and leaned forward, meeting his lips with his King’s, and holding them there for what felt like forever. He smiled into his mouth when he didn’t pull away and wrapped an arm around Vegeta’s trim, armored waist. His tail unwound from around his hips as he pressed into him and it coiled and sent up a scent through the room which quickly reached his King’s senses and he couldn’t help letting out a soft moan.
King Vegeta’s heart was beating wildly. Never before has anyone come onto him in such a manner. Everyone else just kisses his ass and asks for permission and then they want attention and respect. It all happened in slow motion- Kakarot leaning down, his breath gentle on his face, their lips pressing against one another’s, the strong, protective hand that wrapped around his waist, trapping his arm and pulling him close, his scent suddenly filling the room- the subtle sound of Kakarot letting out a sensual whimper. The King wondered if he should be saying yes or punishing him for being so daring, but he’s so daring, and Vegeta had to admit he was not only captivated but also roused by him.
Kakarot pulled away as he willed him to remember him. If only Vegeta could catch a glimpse of what he was seeing, find out a little bit about what he knows, then they could truly make progress.
Still, Vegeta only stared at him. He was aware that his body wants him, but aside from that nothing else was ringing clear and it was freaking him out.
After a few swollen moments passed by Kakarot spoke in a whisper to him, “I couldn’t help it,” he explained. He had hoped that a kiss might jolt some type of memory from him but he realized sadly that his King was cooperative but confused.
King Vegeta didn’t know what to say, but instead of going in for another kiss like he wanted, he simply pulled away and replied, “I’m… not mad.” ‘“I’m not mad?” What?!’ his mind whirred at him.
Kakarot smiled and said, “I don’t want you to be,” and he lifted a hand up to touch his cheek, but the King avoided it, giving him a strange look, and he headed towards the door.
King Vegeta’s heart was in a race with his mind, and as he opened the door to go he fought the urge to look back at Kakarot one more time. Kakarot reached out and touched his hand gently as he was letting go of the door, and their fingertips caressed, and it was enough for him to question leaving entirely. He felt more strongly about the young man than he wanted to admit and he got away as quickly as possible.
“Never in my life,” said Vegeta under his breath as he hurried through the halls. ‘What the fuck just happened?’

When Vegeta got back to his quarters he was not at all expecting Rori to be there, but there he was anyways, waiting for him, half of the room was dark, and the rest of it was dimly lit. The King straightened up and completely ignored the fact that he smelled like Kakarot, and that his lips tasted like Kakarot, and he waltzed right in, nodding in Rori’s direction in general indifference.
Rori was drunk, having gotten out of the incubator as soon as he woke up and immediately going for a drink. He was too upset to just sit around, especially since the King wasn’t in his bedchambers at such a late hour, so he waited for him, taking shots at his leisure. He was not too intoxicated, though, to miss the smell of another man on him, and he was all too familiar with who the scent belonged to. He got up slowly, heading towards his King, and he frowned down at his back from within the shadows and asked brazenly, “That quickly, huh?” and a slight hiccup came from between his lips
“What are you talking about?” King Vegeta remarked as he stood at his vanity and grabbed a toothbrush to brush his teeth before Rori could have any proof of what he was suggesting. Vegeta winced at the man inwardly; he wasn’t showing very… impressive characteristics as of late. Vegeta knew he was probably finally seeing the true him in the recent months, and he wasn’t sure he cared for him so much, anymore.
“I can smell him on you,” Rori said, crossing his arms, still behind him in the dark, “I didn’t think that one loss to that kid would be all it took.”
“Hah,” the King laughed mockingly at him and spat, “Nothing’s changed, Rori. You’re just upset right now. You’ll get over it.”
Rori was embarrassed and he couldn’t hide it. He answered, angrily and more audacious and loud than he ought to be, “So! That wasn’t the first time with him, huh? You might as well tell me. There’s been talk, you know. Was he at least any good?”
The King turned around quickly after rinsing his mouth out and said, pissed, “Nothing happened and there has been no talk.” He was near to growling, but he kept his irritation at bay and explained, “I needed to speak with him about something that is none of your concern. Besides, you’ve got some nerve and some damn good benefits. Who else would I allow in my bedroom without my presence or permission, time and time again? You’ve gotten comfortable in here, and now you’re wondering if I’m cheating on you as though you’re the only one I’m fucking, anyways?”
Rori looked away as a hurt panged in his chest and he replied, detached, “You keep me away! You’ve always kept me as far from you as possible. It’s one thing to know it and another to hear you say it, your Highness.” He was shaking in his anger, and he added, “But I don’t see why you waste your time with anyone else.”
“Hn,” the King stared him down coldly, and inside, although he hated that he’d hurt him, he knew it was for the best. Rori was assuming a little too much and it was doing less to recommend or defend him than he may think, and if he was thinking, perhaps he might have approached the King a little differently.
Rori said, still, out of pain and in poor taste, “I always thought that one day you would stop all this and settle down… but, a third-class, really? You always did have a soft spot for Raditz, and he’s nothing special.”
The King snarled, furious with him at this point, but checking his anger all the way. No one knew the horrors Raditz stood by him through, and the struggles he and Nappa carried him through. He remarked, distancing himself from that part of his past, and focusing on the grit of the situation, “You will not forget that although you are of the Elites, Raditz is still of a status as respectable as yours as Commander! And that third-class kicked your ass. Which reminds me to bring up the slightly smaller matter of you trying to kill him, your behavior is unacceptable, Rori. We do not condone such… barbarian conduct, anymore. Not for the innocent.”
Anger shone in Rori’s eyes and he was silent. The King seems to be focused on nothing but the Son family recently, and he’s been hearing about them all for long enough. They have no place in this castle and no ties to the throne and yet Raditz has always been closer to the King, without fucking him, than Rori has ever gotten and it was tearing him apart inside. It should be him who he treasures and finds intrigue in, not those poor, uninitiated fools.
The King stared him down heatedly before adding, “Kakarot will be training with me on a regular basis, and I don’t want your envy to tear you apart.”
Fuming in jealousy, Rori replied, “Us, your Majesty? Don’t you mean us?”
The King answered without skipping a beat, “I never promised you anything, Rori.”
After six years of confusion and torment over where the King’s love for him stopped, Rori was truly heartbroken. Lucky for him his King was forgiving enough to allow this conversation to have gone on for so long. Rori said, shockingly, “You’re cruel and you know it, and you don’t care.”
Vegeta rolled his eyes, a bad habit he’s acquired recently, and he replied with tiredness in his voice, “Cruel? You want an ultimatum? I am the ultimatum. I am the decider. I am the deal breaker. How many times have we talked about this and I always tell you the same thing; it’s not going to happen. I’m not going into a mergament with you, or anyone else for that matter, not for a while.” Vegeta grew sad upon stating that fact for the umpteenth time. Just because his father died before his time, doesn’t mean that he has to make decisions before he’s ready.
Rori has been in his life for so long, and he has been a close friend and lover for nearly all of that time, but he isn’t King Vegeta’s chosen. In fact, although there are others who he beds, there is no one who he believes to be his equal in any measure, and no one fit to take on the role of helping him rule this world.
Rori was angry, but his anger was stemmed from dejection, and he knew he’d brought it up and that he could have ignored it and spared himself some of this pain for tonight, but it was too late. “Fine! Have it your way! You will see soon enough that they are nothing but a bunch of weaklings!”
King Vegeta smirked at him and didn’t bother replying. Inside, though, his thoughts grew dark towards Rori, and he wondered what he should do about him. Finally he said, in hurtful nonchalance, “There’s no need to be so dramatic.”
“I am not behaving in any way uncalled for! There are consequences for your actions, even as King(!) and you will eventually see that.”
King Vegeta growled and said, “You’ve crossed the line one too many times tonight. Leave, now, without another word, while I consider strongly the thought of quitting all acquaintance with you.”
“That’s not fair of you, your Highness,” Rori stood his ground and he said, “You treat me like some common Saiyan.”
“All is fair in love and war,” the King replied seriously, “and common you most certainly are. Now go, before I come up with a punishment for your impudence this evening!”
Rori left, but not without staring the King down and Vegeta was not amused by his forceful attitude. Rumors have gotten to Rori’s head and the idea of power has blinded him, and it was clear to the King now more than ever. The King didn’t give a fuck if they were talked about as a couple, nor did he care that many expected Rori to become their new leader. They will be sorely disappointed then, and by no fault but their own.

Over the passing weeks Kakarot made many friends, what with word of his battle prowess soaring through the mansion. Although the people who approached him were friendly, they were also nosy and some of them were even high strung, coming to speak with him only because he was rumored to be spending a lot of time with their King.
There was a great mixture of characters all throughout the castle, and sometimes Kakarot wondered how they all came to be here. Still, he did most of the listening during their conversations and he considered them all as mere acquaintances, the types of men and women who would most likely not admit to their friendship if he did not live at the castle. Still, they all loved to talk, and they spoke to him of many things, things which he did not ask to be told, and now that he heard such stories, he could not forget them.
They spoke very freely about the King, more so than Kakarot would have earlier supposed. Some of them did not revere him the way Kakarot felt a King ought to be admired, and he found that it was simple ignorance on their part for not understanding his temperament. Those Saiyan’s who were not so impressed with King Vegeta, attributed his temper tantrums and his piss-poor attitude to the throes and guise of royalty, and nothing more. They spoke of his many lovers, pointing them out to Kakarot casually, and wasted no time explaining his schedule, which kept him from the company of many most days and nights. To them, the King only cared about fighting and getting laid, and that was about it as far as anyone knew. They were all so open about the situation that Kakarot found it awkward when they spoke of it. Even the King’s many lovers knew of one another and they did not fight each other over him (they all secretly hoped one day the King would choose amongst them, regardless of Rori’s particular position above them) and they spoke to Kakarot more kindly than any of the others. In many of them Kakarot saw good breeding and a sense of humor and it made Kakarot wonder about Vegeta all the more. Even still, he did not buy all the stories of simple indifference and hostility.
Although many other men and women of the castle did speak respectfully of the King, even they could admit that he was aloof most of the time, but that when he made decisions, it was always quick and to the point, and, of course, inarguable. Many of the Saiyans that befriended Kakarot had grown up in the castle, or near it, and they knew the King generally to be a true Alpha male of the their people, and they loved him whether he was mean or whether he was kind, because they trusted him with their livelihood. His strength and intelligence were never in question and because of that they felt second to him, regardless of his title.
From what Kakarot could gather, Vegeta was no one’s property and no one’s device, and he liked to keep it that way. He roamed as he pleased and acted as he pleased, and although he may behave selfishly most of the time, he still had enough goodness and charm and mystery about him to cause men and women alike to obsess over him madly.
After several weeks of people warning Kakarot to steer clear of Rori at all costs, or watch out for Vegeta’s natural lure and not to get ensnared because it would only lead to heartache, Kakarot began to get an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. He felt as though he was being watched, or as if something ahead was just now being unveiled. He hated how in tune he was with his world sometimes, it kept him sharp, but also uneasy, and for someone with such a gentle heart, it made his very soul ache at times to know something was wrong and not be able to fix it.
Worst of all this talk were the more dark comments, the aggression, and the almost unanimous belief that if the King doesn’t enter a Merger with Rori then he never will, and the party of the castle feared the worst. For their King’s insatiable appetite for blood and lust was most unbecoming, but even so, sometimes they hoped for a mistake with any of his lovers, simply so the King’s line would continue, and their hope may then be renewed by the promise of another Sire.

Weeks after Kakarot had kissed him, King Vegeta awoke from the strangest dream he’s ever had. It was brief but emotional and so bizarre. Kakarot was… a Super Saiyan! He had it all- the teal eyes, golden hair standing on end, the power in his presence- and he smiled at Vegeta, beckoned him closer as he took determined steps towards him, and then he brought him in for a sensual kiss. Vegeta wrapped his arms around him and pulled him closer, unable to get enough of him. Kakarot’s hands made their way down his spine, and he gripped his ass in his strong, encouraging hands...
King Vegeta gasped, and it wasn’t until he woke up entirely, rocking his hips into the mattress and breathing heavily into his pillow, that he realized it was all made up. There is no Super Saiyan, Kakarot isn’t there. Why can’t he get that man out of his head?!
“Oh, no,” he whispered, his hard on making it difficult for him to sort this out. He looked around the dimly light room and noticed that he was alone. Vegeta let out a shuddering breath and mentally berated himself.
He got up to get ready for his day, and the first thing he was going to do is get a cold shower.
He told himself that he only had the dream because of the smell of sex from the night before in the room and Rori’s implications about his attraction to the young Saiyan a few weeks ago, which Vegeta had not forgotten the confrontation therein, not to mention Kakarot’s insistence on kissing him that night. Since they’ve started training together so often, it’s natural that Kakarot would be on his mind, right? His psyche is just creating the rest of those thoughts out of exhaustion. Why would he, a King, be attracted to a handsome, powerful, and fascinating third-class? ‘No,’ he told himself, ‘it’s just battle lust. I need the power my father gained. I have to become a Super Saiyan.’
When he got out of the shower he called for someone to alert Kakarot of an immediate training session, then he dressed quietly and left to get something to eat.

Bardock and Kakarot were warming up in one of the training rooms as they waited for their King. Lucky for Kakarot, Bardock was up like clock-work at 4 am every morning, and he had woken him up early today to show him that they’ve almost completed the gravity machine. They were in the middle of eating breakfast and discussing their excitement when the servant announced the King’s orders.
Kakarot hadn’t mentioned anything about the night he kissed Vegeta to his father and he rather hoped Bardock was too distracted to snoop around his thoughts for the time being. It was just embarrassing. It’s unfortunate, too, that although he’s wanted to discuss the information he gained from the King with him, he hasn’t seen his father for a good amount of time before today, and he is always too weary of others listening to them to bring it up even when they do have a few moments. It made him miss living back at his home outside of the city. Now that he has him alone, he’s still nervous to bring it up and his father’s high spirits were not something he was willing to tamper with. He loved to see him smile, after all, and it seems like it’s been a while since he was happy, though Kakarot couldn’t quite say what it is that’s the matter, but ever since the former King went away a sparkle has left Bardock’s eyes.
In any case, Kakarot felt foolish, he did not want his father to think he was simply lusting over King Vegeta and not actually thinking before he acts. (To that he can’t say that he was thinking with any certainty, anyways.) In afterthought, he almost couldn’t believe he’d gotten away with being so forward with the King. Although, King Vegeta has been serious about their training for some time now, and he’s never mentioned the kiss before, still, Kakarot wondered what made him decide start so early today. Bardock was none the wiser, much too wrapped up in thoughts of the Gravity Machine to consider anything else at the moment.
When the King finally arrived, he was wearing nothing but a tight-fitting training suit, black, with the Royal insignia on the left side of his chest in red and gold. Kakarot tried his best not to blush as he remembered their kiss for the millionth time. The King was, likewise, trying to pretend like he hadn’t just dreamt about making out with him only an hour and a half earlier.
“Bardock! Kakarot! It’s good to see that you’re both here,” King Vegeta began and took long strides up to them, his natural confidence showing through his stance and his voice.
They both bowed to him and Bardock answered, chuckling a little at the fact that he actually hadn’t been invited, “I came because I have good news, your Highness, our project is almost complete. Another week and it should be ready for testing.”
“Excellent,” The King smirked at him, “Then we can begin the next phase in our plans.” ‘Hopefully we don’t run out of time,’ he thought and Bardock nodded at him, knowing the feeling all too well.
The King’s eyes turned to Kakarot and he said, “Are you ready to fight me again? I’d like to take it up a notch.”
Kakarot grinned and said, “As you wish, my Liege.”
The King told Bardock he was welcome to join them or go, and Bardock, perceiving something more between them today than ever before, opted to leave, telling him that he had a lot of work to do. The King allowed this and after he left he turned his attention entirely to Kakarot.
The young man was still smiling at him and the King smirked back, catching the gleam in Kakarot’s eye.
“I can’t wait to wipe that smile off your face,” King Vegeta said, threatening playfully.
“Go ahead and try, your Highness,” Goku replied in good spirits.
Their warmup round was short and to the point. Kakarot immediately got the feeling that Vegeta was trying to take out some of his aggression on him, and he wondered what has him so pent up.
They quickly began going blow for blow and this time around their battle turned into something fierce, as Kakarot was determined to prove himself to the King and Vegeta was determined to push him to his limits. It was taking more of his power to stay above his level than he could remember using in a long time.
Neither of them paid much attention to their surroundings, but soon they discovered that the training room’s limits were weak in comparison to their strength. Never before have they battled with such ferocity. Not only were the walls caving in, the roof giving way to the day light, as well, and the whole structure was threatening to cave in on them.
               The King, however, maintained his relentlessness, and did not heed the signs. Kakarot saw the last crumbling of the walls before the final collapse and he clung to the King, burying his head in the crook of his neck as he leaned over him and created a barrier around them before the building could do any damage. Vegeta was shocked, not at all concerned about the building, it wouldn’t have really hurt them, and he was surprised at the technique. The King immediately pushed Kakarot off of him, aware that others would be watching and coming by to check on them.
               Kakarot stood back, breathing heavily, and staring into Vegeta’s eyes.
               The King’s blood was hot and he wasn’t ready to end the fight. He asked, “Should we take this somewhere else?”
               Kakarot nodded and allowed him to lead the way.
               Many Saiyans watched as they took off at breakneck speed and were seen no more for some time.


               When the King arrived back at the castle he was carrying the young man, who was now passed out from exhaustion. He took him to the regeneration tank and had Kakarot linked up to one of the machines. He left quickly, not willing to answer any questions, or wishing to give rise to any suspicions.
               Bardock and Raditz heard about Kakarot’s whereabouts from a servant that the King had sent, and they visited him immediately. From there, after seeing that his son was alright, Bardock was intercepted by his King for a second time. Again, they went to a secluded spot in the castle, and again Bardock was smiling to himself over his King’s obvious infatuation with his youngest son.
               The King was glowing with the hum of exercise and was rattling on and on about Kakarot and their circumstances, which led Bardock to believe that he was almost deliriously tired. Finally he asked, demanding answers to his many questions, “Does he know that you can… read other’s thoughts?”
               “Yes,” Bardock replied.
               The King said, annoyed, “He didn’t tell me that!”
               “Well,” Bardock chuckled, “He’s the only other Saiyan who knows aside from you and Tora, of course. He’s used to keeping it a secret. He probably doesn’t know that you know.”
               “Hm,” he King thought aloud, “Tora?”
“Yes,” Bardock nodded.
Vegeta ignored the name for now, having heard it from Raditz on occasion, and said, still caught up in his thoughts about Kakarot, “No wonder he wasn’t so shocked when I told him about our predicament.”
               “You told him?!” Bardock asked, surprised. Kakarot hasn’t mentioned it to him at all, which is very strange.
               “Yes,” King Vegeta nodded and stroked his chin, much like his father used to do. “He only asked me how I knew about it…”
               Bardock, though amused by the King, frowned, and thought, ‘So the news is out,’ and he asked him, “What all did you say to him?”
               King Vegeta’s gaze shot to Bardock’s and he replied, “I was as vague as we were upon discussing it.”
               Bardock frowned and said, “I think there’s something else I should tell you, your Highness.”
               “Oh,” King Vegeta raised his brow, “Well then you better do it quickly.”
               “Kakarot was born the same day… as him… they were beside one another in the pods, ready to be shipped out.”
               “I’m well aware what day he was born, Bardock. Is there anything else?” The King replied in irritation.
               “Well,” Bardock half-smiled and answered, “It’s my understanding that it’s Kakarot that he’s after, and then… the throne.” King Vegeta heard his words with more intrigue than he could muster questions for at the moment, so Bardock continued, “I know it sounds silly, but he is angry at my son for… crying so much while they were alone in the ward…”
               “That’s ridiculous.”
               Bardock shrugged and explained, “His power makes him irrational. Whatever angers him is only fuel to the fire, and that’s what he thrives on. I’ve seen it- I’ve heard him speak- he’s a madman… and his father is no better, Sire.”
               “Enough,” the King replied as he considered his words, “We will discuss this no more, here.”
               Bardock only nodded, but he knew that his King was thinking back on when his father first turned into a Super Saiyan. He saw for himself the rage that he harbored then, and how difficult it was to control. His father never went Super Saiyan again after that, he didn’t have to. Vegeta could only imagine the anger in a man outcast by his own people, nearly murdered by his King, for becoming the very Legendary that they covet. If only his father had behaved differently on Brolly’s account. Of course he understood why that wasn’t an option, which is exactly why Vegeta must become a Super Saiyan.
               Both men were in their own heads before the King spoke abruptly, changing his mind about ending the conversation, “Tell me more about… what you’ve seen. If Kakarot is the one who he is after, does that mean that your son will become a… a Super Saiyan?”
               Bardock, knowing he was about to hit a domino that will surely set up the sequence of events which they are currently discussing, hesitated, but answered, “Yes, but I don’t know how he does it.”
               The King was pissed. He never even bothered to ask about whether or not he will become one, he just glared at Bardock with unseeing eyes and then turned from him in his anger, crossing his arms. ‘Kakarot is to become a Super Saiyan! That… that gentle man?! How?! How?!’
               “Your Highness,” Bardock dared after reading his mind, “It hasn’t happened yet.”
               King Vegeta stomped over to the door and declared, “I have other matters to attend to. I will be in touch with you.” He opened the door and left immediately.
               Bardock smiled at his back and bowed.

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That's all for now guys! :) I thought that those two chapter went together and I couldn't post one without the other :)
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