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Chapter List
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Sacrifice
By Xero Sky
Pairing: Kakkarot
x Vejiita
Rating:
NC-17
Warnings
(for the entire fic): Slash, non- or dub- con, sex, violence, profanity, death,
angst.� AU, time
travel.�
Summary:�� Rejecting your fate is a privilege of
power.� Sometimes, however, the price may
be too high to pay.�
All rights
belong to their original owners.� No
profit of any kind is intended from this work of fan fiction.
Chapter 5
By midnight, all of the fires had
been put out, and the main square had been cleared.� By that time the general recall of planetside
troops to their duty stations had gone out, reducing the number of bellicose
saiyajins on the street and ending most of the remaining riots.� Only on the north side was there still
unauthorized fighting, between two feuding clans who�d managed to set each
other off again during the chaos, but security oozaru were on site, putting
fists and feet and the ability to breathe fire to good use.� Every place else was peaceful, if not quiet.
According to palace officials, the
prince was gone without a trace, and there had been no contact from him or
anyone responsible for his disappearance.�
Blood feud had officially been declared against whoever had taken him
against his will, meaning that every saiyajin was expected, as a matter of
honor, to pursue the kidnappers to the death.�
Nappa had been on live video
earlier, officially scowling at everybody and everything, informing them that
life would continue as normal, unless and until they were notified
otherwise.� Any soldiers not reporting to
their units immediately would be sent to the punishment battalions.� Nappa�s unpleasant grin implied that anyone
sent to the battalions was at risk of being eaten, or worse.
Rumours ran wild, of course.� The news showed the prince�s disappearance
repeatedly, focusing on a hundred different tiny things, speculating on power
levels, trying to interpret every last detail.�
Whatever words the prince and his kidnapper had exchanged, they�d been
interpreted as everything from threats to professions of love to declarations
of eternal hatred.� The kidnapper�s
ability to throw the security guards aside without any effort was much
discussed.�� Video clips of almost
everything the prince had ever done in public were dug up and shown.� It went on and on, on every channel, while
saiyajins everywhere nursed grudges and simmered.
Inside the palace, or underneath
it, actually, Turles sat with his arms crossed and his feet up on a desk, staring
at all of the video screens in front of him and at none of them.� He�d been watching them for about three hours
now, since it became clear that he wasn�t going to be called up.� The Red Hand hadn�t been mobilized, other
than being put on general alert, so he�d gone down and found himself an empty
security office and started brooding.
He�d spent the last couple of hours
running the video back and forth, piecing things together.� He didn�t like his conclusions much, so he�d
checked again, and again, and run analytics until even he had to admit that
there weren�t any other conclusions to draw.
Now he sat there and wondered what
he was going to do with his new information.�
Part of it was simply deeply,
personally disappointing.� The rest of
it, however��
Normally he would have talked with
his commander, but she was currently off-planet; she was in-bound but out of
communication until tomorrow at the earliest.�
The Red Hand�s chain of command was deliberately vague, and Turles
wasn�t obligated to discuss his hunches and suspicions with anyone else, at least
not at this point.� If he had something
more solid to go on, then maybe he would have taken it higher.
He was never entirely without
options, however.� As the code-locked
door slid open, he was pleased to see one of them arrive.
�This had better be good,� Nappa
said darkly, making the table shake as he dropped heavily into one of the
chairs.�
��Not having a good night, are we?�
�Outstanding so far,� Nappa
replied, eyeing him, �if you consider dumbass riot-monkeys and even dumber
reporters entertaining.� You got
something to cheer me up?�
�Not really, no.�
�Aw, were you lonely down here by
yourself?�
�Actually,� Turles said, sitting
up, �I have something to show you.�
�Good or bad?�
�Bad and� I don�t know.�
�Let�s see it, then,� Nappa said,
slouching down in his chair like he was watching video at home.� Turles noticed with faint amusement that his
cousin�s feet stuck out all the way on the other side of the table.
He grabbed the remote and the
screens lit up with various shots of the man he�d spotted in the hallway:� the one he�d thought was his brother.� The kidnapper of the prince of saiyajins.
�This isn�t Bardock.� Aside from the scar, which he could�ve had
removed, there�s a dozen other metrics that aren�t close enough.� This man is a little shorter, his shoulders
are wider, his bone scan shows no evidence of breaks that are clearly marked in
my brother�s last scan, and so on.�
However, there�s no way in hell this guy isn�t family.� Cameras can�t catch everything, but they
record a lot, and I compared everything we got off this guy with my last full
profile.� 94% chance of blood
relationship.�
Nappa looked from the screen to his
cousin and back again.� No surprise
there.� Turles and the kidnapper were
obviously related in some way, and probably pretty closely.�� He�d been willing to accept that this might
be Bardock before, just on Turles� word, so he had no arguments now.� The saiyajin everyone most wanted dead at the
moment was one of his kinfolk.
�Great,� he said with a sigh.� �So who the hell is he?� Your side got any missing kids I don�t know
about?�
�Hell if I know.� I�d swear he was Bardock�s get, but he�s too
old for that.� My parents were mated, so
I doubt he�s my long-lost brother.�
�Could be, from before they mated.�
Turles scowled, then shrugged.� �Yeah, I guess so.�
�Have you told anybody about this?�
�Just you.� If I had any proof of anything, like a DNA
sample, I�d have to take it up the chain, you know,� Turles answered, meeting
Nappa�s gaze.� The general nodded.
�Yeah.� Family honor�s in the clear anyway, since we
don�t know who he is.� Report it when
your CO is back in comm range.� In the
meantime, we need to do a little digging and see what we can find.�
Turles arched an eyebrow.� �How, precisely, do you know the location of
the Red Hand�s commanding officer?� he asked crisply, feigning professional
outrage.
�I have my sources,� Nappa grinned
before growing somber again.� �When we
find this guy, we have to nail his balls to the palace gates, you understand,
no matter who he turns out to be.� You
don�t fuck with the royals, not when we�re at war.�
�When are we not at war?� It�s what we do,� Turles replied.� He waved off Nappa�s comeback.� �But, yeah, he�s gotta go down, even though I
hate giving up one of our own.�
The two of them sat in thoughtful
silence for several moments, turning the problem over in their minds.� On the video screens, the unknown saiyajin
was caught in a dozen positions, including one that had him looking at a
camera, wearing a smirk worthy of Bardock at his best.� One screen scrolled nothing but numbers, showing
the biometric data that the security arrays had gathered along with his
image.� None of that data had been
released to the public.� Only the images
were being broadcast now wherever saiyajins lived, planetside, in the colonies,
or on ships.
�You know,� Nappa said after
awhile, �we should have your nephew recalled, just to be on the safe side.� It�s better to have everyone safe and
accounted for.�
Turles groaned.� �You know, there�s a reason Radditz has been assigned to long-range reconnaissance for so
long, right?�
�Yeah, like sending a crazy man out
by himself for years at a time is a good idea,� Nappa said, snorting.� He�d never approved of the family �solution�
to the problem.
�We didn�t do it because he�s
crazy.� He�s also goddamned good at his job.�
�And?�� It was Nappa�s turn for the arched brow.
�And he�s a complete bastard.�
�Yeah, well, we need him here
anyway.� Better to have the family
lunatic safely under our roof, right?�
�Fine.� Whatever,� Turles huffed.� �I�ll make sure he�s recalled right away.�
�Glad to hear you acknowledge my
superior wisdom.�� Nappa smirked.
�Fuck you.�
Nappa laughed at him, but then his
expression softened and he reached out to grasp Turles� forearm.� �I don�t know whether to be happy or sad that
it wasn�t Bardock,� he said gently.
�Neither do I,� Turles said
casually, leaning back in his chair.� His
face said otherwise, though, with dark eyes betraying melancholy.� �Neither do I.�
*******�
�FIND MY SON!�
It was amazing how useful royal
rage could be in clarifying certain situations.�
For instance, the bulk of the crowd in the throne room simply vanished
when the king roared at them, dispersing to actually search for the prince
instead of standing around and arguing over the search vectors.�
When the room was nearly empty, the
king abandoned the throne altogether, heading through increasingly obscure
pathways to his own chambers.� As he
moved into the secret passageways, more of his Guards stayed behind to secure
the entrances and make sure he was almost alone when he unlocked the last
hidden doorway and entered his private sitting room.� The remaining four split up and quickly
scanned his chambers before retiring to guard the various entrances.� He waited patiently until they were gone.
Then he collapsed face first on his
couch in a most unkingly manner.
Rolling over to stare at the
ceiling, he sprawled on the cushions, his body and mind both tired and
aching.� He�d been waiting for this day
for so long, yet when Kakkarot had actually appeared � and then disappeared
with his son � his brain had seemed to shut down from the shock.� How had he done that?� How was it possible that anyone could just
vanish like that?� He�d been fairly
certain that being the Legendary didn�t actually make Kakkarot a god, but it
was hard to keep up that level of disbelief when the man was there one second
and gone the next.
Fuck, he hated existential crises.
If only Kakkarot had had the
decency to show up looking like a god, things would�ve been simpler today.� The king wouldn�t have had to explain a thing
to the people, because they almost
all believed Kakkarot was a god, and who was going to argue with him?
Instead, he�d showed off quite a
bit of power and that irritating disappearing trick, and everyone thought some
enemy had had the sheer gall to insult the entire empire by kidnapping the heir
to the throne.
That left the king with not very
many options.� He had no idea when
Kakkarot and his son would turn up again, or what Kakkarot intended to do when
he did.� He wouldn�t betray his son�s
trust by admitting that his son had been promised to Kakkarot as a child;
reasonably or not, the prince was adamant about that, and if he couldn�t save
his son, he�d at least respect his wishes. ��If he did nothing, however, that would bring
its own problems, because saiyajins weren�t known for their patience.� Riots had started within minutes of the
prince�s abduction.� He�d called up the
army just to get soldiers off the streets and under some kind of control; it
also gave the impression that the empire was gearing up to do something about
it.� He figured he could keep things
under control for about a week that way, before it started to eat up resources
he didn�t have.�� The saiyajin empire was
young, widely hated, and not particularly feared yet, and it couldn�t afford to
waste time or energy on keeping up a fa�ade.�
Keeping soldiers garrisoned was expensive.
Declaring blood feud was not,
however, and he�d done that immediately.�
It could be revoked the instant his son and Kakkarot returned, and in
the meantime, it made it look like the palace was in an uproar and swearing
gore-soaked vengeance, which was what the people expected.
He was still bound to keep his
son�s secret, and he�d do that as long as he could, but a lot of this depended
on Kakkarot and what he did when he got back.
Which was just great.� So far Kakkarot�s demonstrated virtues were
power, keeping his promises, and being on time.�
Other than that, he could be a complete moron or a psychopath for all
anyone knew.
Only time would tell.
He was the king of saiyajins.� There was nothing about his species or his
profession which had encouraged him to learn patience.� It just wasn�t natural, damnit.
In the meantime, he could use a
drink.� Or five.
With a sigh, he heaved himself off
the couch and went to the communications panel to order wine, or maybe
something stronger.� He was still turning
this over in his mind when he finally noticed the glow starting up in the
corner of his room, and realized that his day had actually managed to grow
worse.
�Hello, Vegeta.�
The king sighed and ordered a flask
of scarpa sent up to his rooms.� It was a
bit strong, maybe, but he felt justified.
After all the years of relative
sanity, the place was suddenly infested with gods.
*******
Kakkarot watched raptly as Vejiita
finished the last of his fish, crunching the fine bones between sharp white
teeth.� When he was done, he licked the
juices from his fingers quite unselfconsciously, apparently unaware of the
elder�s gaze.� He also seemed unaware of
exactly what effect his cleanliness was having, although Kakkarot couldn�t be
absolutely sure of that.� Was that a
faint smirk playing around the edge of the prince�s mouth or not?
Goddamn it.� Why was it that every single version of the
prince had better manners than he did?�
And how did this one make them so unbearably sexy?
Vejiita looked up at him from under
dark eyelashes, and gave his thumb one last suck before letting it go.�
The fire had sunk to coals, bringing
light but little heat.� The sky was still
full of light, but the forest around them was growing darker.� They�d eaten about two dozen of the largest
fish they could find, none of which were less than six feet long; the fishing
had been ridiculously easy with two of them going at it.� Kakkarot hadn�t really expected the prince to
help, but he�d stripped his boots and shirt off without a word and waded into
the lake; Kakkarot had joined him as soon as he managed to tear his eyes off
him, and had been intensely glad of the cold water.
While they were eating, Kakkarot
told him everything he thought Vejiita would want to know.� The prince listened, asking pointed questions
when he started rambling, and saying very little else.� It was difficult to tell precisely what was
going on behind those dark eyes, but Kakkarot sensed both anger and confusion,
neither of which surprised him.� He could
tell when something he�d said had matched up with one of the memories he�d
forced on the prince by the way he winced or shifted uncomfortably; this prince
didn�t have the poker face his predecessor had perfected.� That was fine with Kakkarot, knowing what had
shaped the first prince�s stoicism.
�This prince was still in every essence
Vejiita: proud, strong, arrogant, self-confident, sarcastic, and handsome.� Even though he was younger and had taken far
less grief from the universe than the first prince, this Vejiita was
essentially the same impossibly aggravating and utterly irresistible prince
that Kakkarot wanted more than anyone or anything else.� Being with him, arguing with him, hell, even
fishing with him had taken away Kakkarot�s last doubts about whether this
prince could still be the one he was meant for.
Not the same prince; no.� He was still Vejiita, though, and Kakkarot
was as certain of that as he�d ever been of anything, ever.
Now he watched the prince finish
his meal, and noted how the faint firelight heightened his sharp features,
bringing out the high cheekbones and making his darkened eyes even more
alluring. �He�d seen the muscles rippling
under those tattoos, and now he wondered how he�d never found inked skin sexy
before.� The prince�s tail was loose in
his lap, and Kakkarot�s hands itched to run the length of it through them,
sinking his fingers into the thick dark fur.
He was enough of a proper saiyajin
now to know exactly how well that would go over; the rehab center had had an
entire class on tail etiquette, which was why his own tail was also in his lap,
instead of flying behind him like a flag.�
As a kid he�d run around with it crooked up in the air, and had been
inclined to do the same as an adult, until he�d found out that an adult running
around with their tail up meant they were looking for sex, a sex worker, or in
rut.� He�d gotten control over his tail
pretty quick after that.
Here and now, he flipped it around
his waist, and willed himself to stop thinking about Vejiita�s tail.�� The man could probably sense his lust
already, or at least smell it faintly.�
He wasn�t ashamed of it, or surprised, really, but it might make things
even more awkward than they already were.�
If that was even possible.
He recognized Vejiita, but Vejiita
didn�t know him at all except as a
looming threat and a disturbing reality.�
The only proof he�d been able to give the prince that they were supposed
to be together was the mental connection he�d opened and the memories he�d
forced on him.� While that was pretty
convincing, it had been delivered in a way the prince still resented. Kakkarot�s
grasp of romance had never been very good, but his instincts were usually
reliable, and those told him that he should keep his hands off for now.
Damnit.
It was hard to keep that kiss off
his mind, though.� Until he�d gotten the
idea to use his memories to bridge the gap between them, that had been one of
the best kisses of his life.� And Vejiita
had kissed him back!� He�d held on like
they were familiar lovers.
Whatever that was, whether it came
from them being destined mates, or if the prince was an exceptional faker,
Kakkarot wanted more of it.�� He didn�t
really think the prince was faking a thing, though; he thought this Vejiita was
probably pretty inexperienced.� Which
meant that, for once, Kakkarot had a skill set other than fighting that Vejiita
couldn�t match up to him in.� It was an
intriguing thought, and he smiled, much pleased by it.
There was just so much he could teach the prince.
Vejiita looked away, flushing
slightly, and Kakkarot wiped the predatory smile off his face with a mental
curse.� He had better control than that,
damnit.� Now was not the time to fuck
everything up.
The two of them sat in silence for
some time after their meal, looking at everything but each other, and
contemplating nothing but each other.�
Here, on a familiar planet, with Vejiita by his side, Kakkarot felt
greater peace than he had for some time.�
Despite his bloody past, he was here now, and Vejiita was here, and
there was a future in front of him that for once held little threat of pain.� He was tired now, in that pleasant way that
came from working hard and achieving his goal.�
He leaned back on his hands and looked up at the sky, searching for the
first stars.
�It�s not going to work,� Vejiita
said suddenly, killing Kakkarot�s mood with five little words.� The ones that followed helped not at all.� �My answer is no.�
The prince couldn�t quite hide the
tiny spark of triumph he felt just from saying the words.� He didn�t have any real illusions about
whether it would work � Kakkarot was still the Legendary, and could take
whatever he wanted � but the simple act of refusal made him feel better.� He was still awed and a little afraid, and
he�d been angry for far too long to give it up now, but he felt more like his
normal self.� And his normal self did not
mince words.
�Kakkarot said nothing in response.� He just watched Vejiita, his head cocked a
little to once side, as if he hadn�t fully understood him.
�I�m not your prince,� he said,
standing.� He crossed his arms and
wrapped his tail, trying to look determined rather than insecure with that
posture.� �Whatever is� whatever is going
on here, it has nothing to do with me.� I
refuse to play the part of a dead man.�
He watched the elder saiyajin�s
head bow, as he seemed to contemplate his folded hands in this lap.� After a few moments, he nodded.
Vejiita stared, caught between
flaring triumph and disbelief.� It simply
could not be that easy.� Nothing was that
easy, ever.
�I�m sorry, Vejiita,� Kakkarot
said, slowly looking up at him.� �I�m
sorry that I let you think this was a choice.�
He rose gracefully, unwinding his
long legs to reach his full height, and the prince caught his breath despite
himself.� His power was evident in every
line of his form, in the way he held himself, and in the dark eyes that met
Vejiita�s own.� The space between them
seemed charged with it.
�You�re right: you�re not him.� But you are
Vejiita, and you are my soul mate,
and there�s no other way.� I�ve come too
far, and I won�t walk away from this now,� Kakkarot said.� �I can�t.�
�I don�t want you!� Vejiita
snapped, willing himself not to back away as Kakkarot closed the distance
between them.
�Yes, you do,� Kakkarot said,
threading his fingers through Vejiita�s hair and pulling their mouths together
once more.
This time Vejiita fought against
it, and the two of them struggled, or rather the prince struggled as Kakkarot
held him closer, his arms slipping down as his hands explored forbidden royal
flesh, smoothing along lean muscle and slipping up under his shirt to touch
warm skin.� Vejiita jerked his head away
before the kiss overwhelmed him, but Kakkarot�s mouth simply trailed lower,
moving hotly over his exposed throat, tasting him.� The prince shuddered as the Legendary moved
over and then past the place he might have bit into, marking the prince as his
own.� Mating bites were an oozaru thing,
a primal way of leaving prominent, recognizable scars to warn off potential
suitors.� If Kakkarot had meant to truly
claim him, to make a bond slave out of him, he could have used his teeth to
draw first blood right then and there. But he didn�t.
That mouth teased him instead,
laving him with attention and bringing forth a heat in his belly unlike
anything he�d felt before.� Oh, he knew
about lust; he was a fully-grown saiyajin, after all.� He knew about all kinds of ways to relieve
it, alone or with partners, but he�d never actually been with anyone else.� Lust made you vulnerable, it made you needy,
and Vejiita was damned if he would expose himself to anyone in his weakness
just for the satisfaction.� But this�
Oh, this was different, because
Kakkarot wouldn�t let him pull away or regain his train of thought.� The larger saiyajin pressed a knee between
his own, and soon he was aware of his own hardness as a rock-hard thigh pushed
up against it.� Kakkarot�s own erection
pressed into his hip, and Vejiita�s eyes widened in shock at the intimacy of
it.� He balled up a fist, trying to focus
his ki on it, and then lost it all again as Kakkarot started to rock against
him, making him ache and shiver.� His
hand unclenched and grabbed weakly at Kakkarot�s hair as the older saiyajin
found his mouth again.
He couldn�t� This was�
With a desperate little cry, the
prince wrenched partly free and managed to sweep Kakkarot�s legs out from
underneath him.� It gained him no greater
freedom in the end, however, for the bastard simply wrapped tighter around
Vejiita as they fell, taking the impact on his back and then rolling them so
that he lay on top of the younger saiyajin, holding him down with his greater
weight.� He used their new position to
his advantage, rocking harder and faster against him, breaking their kiss only
to attack his throat with teeth and tongue, drawing no blood.� Vejiita groaned, defeated and now utterly
caught up in the feeling of the hot, hard body over him.� His body knew what it wanted.� He shifted a little and Kakkarot obliged him
by moving a little more, until their cocks were shifting and sliding together,
and he rocked up against Kakkarot now, the rhythmic pressure suddenly becoming
the most important thing in the world.
It was so good he knew it couldn�t
last long, and it didn�t.� He came
quickly and hard, with a harsh groan and a violent shudder.� A few moments later Kakkarot did the same,
and he watched, a little dazed, as a look of exquisite pleasure crossed the
saiyajin�s face.� Beautiful, he thought.� Beautiful enough to want to see again.� The thought made him scowl, but it was hard
to hold an expression of such fierce disapproval when his body was still
buzzing with such pleasant warmth.
Kakkarot rolled off to the side
after a few more moments, but he held on to the prince, curling an arm and a
leg over him.� Panting, the two of them
said nothing for a long time, lying together as the fire died and the stars
began to show faintly overhead.
�I love you,� Kakkarot said at
last, pressing his lips against Vejiita�s forehead.
�You don�t even know me,� the
prince said evenly, turning to look at him.�
He wasn�t comfortable on the ground, but Kakkarot was warm against him,
and the weight of a very long day was suddenly bearing down on him.
Kakkarot could see the grey
exhaustion on his prince�s face now, and he sat up, bringing Vejiita up with
him.� He brushed his fingers over
Vejiita�s mouth, mostly because he could, and smiled gently.� �I know who you are at your core; I know your
spirit.� You�ll have to teach me
everything else.�
The prince regarded him soberly and
more than a little shrewdly, making him wonder, for the first time, exactly
what he was getting himself into; he�d fought the first prince, and fought at
his side, had longed to see him again with every particle of his being, but the
two of them had never actually been together, or even been lovers.� He realized he had no idea what being with
Vejiita might be like.� Like mating fire, he thought.
�Take me home,� the prince said,
and there was nothing plaintive about that, nor was it a request.� Some things, apparently, never changed.�
"At once, my prince,� Kakkarot
said with a small smirk as he got to his feet.�
He reached down to help Vejiita up, but the saiyajin was already on his
feet, and his wrist was caught in a firm grasp instead. Grasping Vejiita�s
wrist in turn, he focused his thoughts on Vegetasei once more, seeking out the
ki of the prince�s father.
Kakkarot's senses caught the signal
and he smiled before reaching out to it.�
It was good to be going home.
~tbc~
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