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Welcome to the new world filled of savages	By : Vegetaswriter Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5028 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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‘Treaty’

            Vegeta was sitting down with his legs crossed overlooking the beach shrouded amongst the tree line. He knew that man, it was only a matter of time before he recognized him and it was the passing smirk the captain left behind that reminded him. He was the white man from his first vision when he was tied to a bed of some sorts. He wondered if the early meeting was not meant to happen, he wondered if it altered the future. All that was left for him to do was have faith and hope the visions didn’t come to pass.

            He heard the rocks shuffle then clack against another and hushed mummers the captain was arriving and he wasn’t alone. He stood and craned his head catching glimpse of the white demons making their way to the destined location. The other he thought would be the one he saw with the captain but instead was a short plump older man.

            Taking in a deep breath and extending himself to his full height he exposed himself and walked forward never taking his eyes off the one called captain. He didn’t miss the leer the captain gave him or the tongue swiping over his lips. The action made him shudder and slightly confused.

            Yamcha smirked and puffed out his chest when the savage came closer letting the last light of the setting sun hit his chest armor and make it shine with glory. His cape ruffled and swayed behind him surrounding him with an air of importance. He slightly nudged Yajirobe closer to greet the savage.

            Vegeta was slightly awed by the strange clothing the captain dawned, it held a reflection like a river but it looked as strong as a rock. He heard the plump man clear his throat and he looked down. The fat man wore similar clothing to the white man called Kakarot. He didn’t like the small beady dark eyes of the fat man it was unnerving the fat little one had no soul in those eyes.

            “I am Yajirobe a translator for you two.”

            “Where is the other? The one from today?”

            “He is resting, I was asked to be here instead.”

            “Well get on with it. What will it take for your people to leave?”

            Vegeta watched as Yajirobe blushed and look upon his feet. His attention was caught by the captain’s eyes it felt as if the man was looking straight through him. He scowled and stomped a foot to the rocks below he couldn’t allow them to see how much they affected him. “Well what is it?”

            “You… Captain Yamcha said the only way we will leave is if you agree to be his slave and return back with him. As long as you agree and stay without trying to escape or end your life he will never return. He will take the ship back to London with the men.”

            Vegeta’s brow raised in confusion. Not from the word slave he knew what a slave was his tribe had many slaves under their village in a time doing hard work until they released them back to their tribe. Would he ever be released and sent back to his home? No he knew the answer the spirits told him he would never return. But he also knew he had a choice and finally it was here. He had to make the decision will he allow himself to suffer, or would he choose not to go and allow his people to wither out and be forgotten.

            “When?”

            “Three days from now. You will have the chance to gain your belongings and say your goodbyes then you will return here.”

            Vegeta looked beyond the men to look at the large canoe that held clouds. “I will return then.” He turned his back to them he felt a hand touch his shoulder he whipped his head to the side and growled at the offending hand. He heard the man whisper something to him he didn’t understand and looked up at the smirking face of the captain. He shrugged off the hand growling much louder and walked away. He needed to go back, he needed to sleep and pray that the spirits would come to him again giving him visions of his path.

            Yamcha smiled downward at Yajirobe taking note of the disgusted look on the man’s face. No he couldn’t allow anyone to look upon him as such he was a high class citizen, a high ranking officer, and a nobleman of the royal courts he wouldn’t dare allow a man to look upon him as such all because he enjoyed the company of men more. He scoffed and slowly drew out his long dagger going unnoticed by the translator.

            “Yajirobe are you disgusted by my taste’s?”

            “Humph it is your choice I suppose captain. It just wouldn’t be me especially with a dirty savage.”

            “It is too bad you feel as such then.” With the speed of a coiled snake Yamcha thrust the dagger deep in the ribs of Yajirobe covering his mouth with his arm so no noise could be heard. He pushed the dagger upwards and slid it out when the fat man’s eyes dropped. He watched the man take the last gasping breaths trying to haul them in his lungs. Yamcha smiled down he made sure the man would die unable to tell the story of what happened he made sure his dagger stroke the lungs and heart. He couldn’t allow this man to live, what if he talked about his disgraceful tastes, and what he was planning to do to the savage. No he couldn’t but now he had to think of something quick.

            Being born in a higher class and society he was lavished with knowledge and gain the ability to think and whip up plans under any circumstances thus why he gain such a high status as captain in such a young age. He smiled already the plan formed.

            Vegeta walked in the village overlooking the huts with the bear skin doors closed. Many have gone to sleep in the dark hours which didn’t seem like such a bad idea to Vegeta. He sidestepped the fire pits littering the ground and made it to his fathers hut. He thought to himself he would never have a hut of his own, it was tradition for the chiefs son to build his own hut the day before he would marry his wife. It was too bad he would not have the joy of making his own home. He sneaked in not wanting to wake his father and mother from their restful sleep but it seemed to be in vain because there they sat waiting.

            “Son where have you been?” The chief asked.

            “Perhaps he was off chasing a woman my husband he is a man now. He needs to find a good woman soon to give me grandchildren” His mother smiled.

            Vegeta looked at his mother with a sad smile and sighed. “I was just out discovering. But I do have some news.”

            “What is it my son?” His father raised a brow.

            “I saw the white demons.” All the way back to the village gave Vegeta much time to come up with a plan and he prayed it would work. “There are too many father they have these strange weapons that can kill from far away and much quicker than an arrow. We need to go further in the woods, we need to get to the middle and send for other warriors to help in our fight. We only have 15 good braves here father when they have hundreds.” He knew he was lying to some extent and the weapons he only went by from his vision but he needed to convince his father to move away from the beaches. To place a bigger distance between them and the white men.

            “You seen them where son?”

            “It doesn’t matter where father! We do not have much time to gather everyone and move in the morning. We have to! There are far too many women and children in our tribe we cannot allow them to be killed. We must go in deeper and gather warriors in the cause for it is no longer just ours. It is our entire downfall if we do not.”

            “Son relax yourself. Your father will heed your warning and idea. But we must rest it is late and if we are to travel then we need sleep.”

            “You are right wife. Sleep now son tomorrow we will hold council and see our options.”

            Vegeta sighed there was no further point in speaking everything will be decided tomorrow when the crows cry to the sun. He untied his moccasins then kicking them off his feet he laid back on the furs watching his mother toss another log into the fire and snuggle into his father. She looked at him and gave a warm smile easing his stress away. It was something she had a talent for easing all the problems with a smile.

            His mother was beautiful and graceful with big brown honey eyes and dark hair. She wore as many beads as she could it was a sign of higher status in his people. The more beads one had showed their prosperity in the tribe and his mother flaunted it. He chuckled lightly with the thought it was true his mother was known as a show off in the village the people would call her a vain woman and in a sense she was. His mother came from a poor and outcast family she worked hard and salvage anything she could from the waste of the other villagers. Her family was made fun of and at times she was treated quite cruelly, it was one day when she was still a child the children from the village surrounded her and started smacking her body with sticks it was his father that stopped it all and protected her. Throughout the years once they grew they became friends and his father shocked the village when he declared he wished to marry her. Since that day she strutted around the village showing off her new buck skin dresses and colorful beads and feathers as the wife of the chief.

            Vegeta smiled and relaxed more in the furs hearing the sound breathing of his parents to haul him to sleep.

            “Vegeta you strong brave you forgot to do something. Today you were meant to go to the mountain top but you have not the leaves has changed. You have warped the path. Now it is too late. Do not fret Raditz will still be taken to sky world with us if you go with the white men.”

            “Sky woman why must I go with them? How will it change? How will I staying with my family alter the chance of Raditz? I had made a plan to move in deeper further away from the white men!”

            “Because young brave you are the one that will hold Raditz back. He will not be a wise man if you stay.”

            Vegeta was stunned how will his staying stop Raditz from becoming a wise man? He looked around for the sky woman seeing nothing but stars. “Tell me sky woman how will I stop Raditz from becoming a wise man?”

            “Because he will die if you stay.”

            “How?!”

            “That I cannot tell you Vegeta. But know this if you stay he will die.”

            “What if I leave the village? Stay away from the tribe?”

            “The white men will stay if you run Vegeta. They will stay and then find the tribe and kill them all looking for you. The white man wishes you for a slave he will not stop until he has you now that his eyes are set upon you. If you choose to stay in the lands and run from your people many will die Vegeta, if you go with the white men they will leave and the tribe has a chance and Raditz has the chance to grow old and wise to come live among us.”

            “Will the white man return, will this Yamcha return?”

            “More white men will come after them within two years, it will give the people a chance to unite and less killing will come of this. The white man named Yamcha will not return. He is dark Vegeta, but he will hold his word. As long as you breathe and are under him he will not return.”

            “Sky woman what is to become of me?” Vegeta held his head down tears threatening to spill. It was hopeless for him he couldn’t run, he couldn’t stay. He had no choice but to go.

            “You will suffer and one day you will be happy. You altered the path of your future. You will have unhappiness, pain, then you will find content and joy. In the very end brave you will find love.”

            Vegeta felt the hand of his father shaking him. He opened his eyes to look upon his father.

            “Son what did the spirits say? What did they show you?”

            Vegeta looked confused how did his father know? “How?”

            “You were glowing son. Was it sky woman speaking to you?”

            Vegeta nodded and sat up readying himself. “I will tell you all at the council father.”

            Yamcha awoke with a grunt from being interrupted from a pleasant dream of the little savage Vegeta writhing under him. “What is it?” He turned his head to see the Spanish man Kakarot’s shadow on the tent.

            “Can I come in captain?”

            “Yes Spanish.”

            Kakarot stepped into the tent and whistled looking around at the expensive objects littering around the tent. “Whoa this is well wow. But that what to be expected of a captain.”

            “Kakarot please tell me why you are in my tent?”

            “Sorry captain. I wish to know everything that happened at the beach with Vegeta.”

            “I told you Kakarot I tired to talk sense to him but he would not listen instead he killed Yajirobe and tired to do so with me, but he couldn’t and once he saw I was stronger he ran.”

            “What did you say?”

            “Just the usual Kakarot. Who I am, that the land belonged to his majesty the king, and that his people needed to corporate with us ensuring peace between us.”

            “What do we do now?”

            “Simple Kakarot we will go to the forest find their village and kill them all except for the one who killed your teacher. He will come back with us and pay for his crime.”

            “We are leaving then.”

            “Yes this land is no good to us Kakarot. It has no gold or silver. The king only gave us this mission to find the precious metals nothing more.” Yamcha faked a yawn and laughed in his head. No the king wanted to place forts around the beach for future citizenships he did not want gold and silver. But Yamcha was the only one to report to the king and will tell him that it was a barren waste land and that their supplies were running thin. Lies spin with another a deceitful blanket will cover them all only he would be the wiser. All of his plotting was for the little savage.

            “Gold and silver I thought we came to build forts.”

            Yamcha frowned ideas of killing him came short. He needed him the only one left that spoke the savage tongue. “It was kept quite Kakarot if the men knew before hand what we indeed were looking for we would have crooks on my ship. Looking for their own game perhaps even pirates or Vikings would try to plunder my ship.”

            “Vikings? Haven’t they already gone after they tried to take England?”

            “No some still stick with the old code never truly giving up their barbaric beliefs.” Yamcha scoffed. “You know it was my bloodline that killed their king a century ago? Yes sir my great grandfather Sir Nigel Houseaman struck down the Viking king.” Yamcha smiled at his great grandfather’s accomplishment.

            “That is amazing Yamcha. But I still have another question. Then if we were looking for gold why did we build a wall?”

            “Kakarot really man, you truly can’t be so simple. We built the wall to keep the savages out so that they couldn’t kill us! And keeping the men under the belief we are building forts would not have their minds corrupted with thoughts of riches.”

            “Sorry captain I can have a simple mind at times. So when do we leave to get the savages?”

            “We will go tomorrow.” Yes Yamcha said for the savage to meet him back there in three days but in all honesty he couldn’t wait. Tomorrow he will trek his men in the forest under the pretense of war to gather his little savage.

            Vegeta watched as the people scrambled around the village gathering all their belongings and crops for the journey. He saw the worry faces of the women and the fear in the children eyes. He would not allow them to be killed he will make sure they lived.

            “Little brother are all your things packed?”

            “Yes Raditz they are. Are you ready?”

            Raditz sighed looking up into the sky. “Yes they are. Do you think sky woman would allow me to bring a wife with me to sky world?”

            “I cannot say for sure Raditz. But you will know when the day came. Why are you thinking about taking Hopping Rabbit with you?” Vegeta allowed a smirk grace his face at the blush staining Raditz’s face. “Come now brother I know you like her no need to hide it much longer you are a man. But I guess this isn’t the time for teasing, come lets go help the others.” Raditz nodded his head and followed Vegeta.

            Kakarot looked around the fort things didn’t seem to fully add up to him. He thought they were on a mission to build forts and towns. But then why would his captain lie? He wouldn’t he was a good man with noble lineage he was a good man. The king gave him this mission personally because he trusted his captain. Then his thoughts turned towards the savage he met Vegeta, would he kill Yajirobe because he didn’t understand some of the things said to him? When Kakarot saw him the eyes of the savage held fear in them he saw it no matter how much the savage tried to look fierce. Then when he said something Vegeta didn’t understand he didn’t get angry instead calmed slightly with a confused look upon his features and asked what it meant. He grunted things didn’t fully add up but there was nothing he could do about it, he wasn’t in charge he was just a foreigner on an adventure what could he do?

            The third day came quickly the sun creeping up in the sky and Vegeta stirred. The people have made little ground in their journey the whole first day was taken up in gathering belongings, the second day they finally moved forward. He noticed the others still in their slumber and he slipped out of the furs his boots still on. He took his small pack filled of jewelry, skins, and herbs nothing more. Where he was headed he needed no weapons the white men would just take them away. He placed his bow lightly at Raditz’s side and snuck away. He almost got fully away until a small boy stopped him.

            “Vegeta where are you going?”

            Vegeta halted raising his shoulders then he slowly turned back to the young boy standing there rubbing his eye with a sleeve one eye half open looking at him. He sighed and smiled. “Keisachuck go back to your mother do not worry yourself about me, I am going on my own journey.”

            “Why Vegeta?”

            “Because the spirits told me Keisachuck, I must go on my own path. Don’t worry I will be fine. Grow old and strong for me Keisachuck take good care of the people for me.” Vegeta watched as the boy nodded and straighten himself out. Vegeta smiled turning back to the forest and raced off back to their old settlement leaving the boy behind with a wave.

            They marched on the men grew tired and weary they been walking through out the night looking for the savages and their home only stopping for food and water. Following in the directions of used pathways that their captain said must be the savages’ roads and will lead them to the village. The morning was passing by and the noon was upon them. Kakarot did not like the trees for blocking out the warm rays of the sun. Kakarot needed to warm his chilled body so he started to quicken his pace coming closer to the front where the captain was.

            Yamcha kept his head held high cutting the bush that surrounded them with his sword to kill his boredom. He saw the spikes of hair that belonged to Kakarot and he smiled over to him. “Well Spanish another hike in the woods for us. I do terribly miss the fact of one of our crew is not with us.”

            “Aye I miss Yajirobe as well no matter how serious he was.”

            “Yes indeed he was serious man. Do not worry Kakarot we will have the savage who killed him and he would pay for his crime.”

            “What do you plan on doing to him?”

            “Well I planned on having him as a slave to do laborious work around my estate. That should suffice. He will not be killed by hanging under our law due to the fact he is a savage and didn’t know better.”

            Kakarot raised a brow at the captain and about to say something but his eyes were caught overlooking a clearing.

            Yamcha frowned this must have been the village. The ground looked used and a place for crops where upturned. He held out his arm stopping Kakarot from entering first it was his honor to do so. Stepping out of the bush he entered the clearing turning his head he smirked. There standing off to the side near the trees was his savage with his arms crossed over the exposed chest, legs locked, feet planted to the ground, and a glare that could scare off any poor soul. But he did not fear, no the stance only made him shudder in delight. It would be a joy having that volatile savage underneath him crying out in bliss.

            Vegeta flinched slightly under the heated gaze Yamcha sent him it confused him, such looks he saw men give to beautiful voluptuous women. It unnerved him more. He was on his way back to the beach where he was meant to meet Yamcha but he heard them scuffling through the trees and he waited. He closed his eyes remembering the vision he had only his people where still here being killed all around him. Yes sky woman said he altered things but it was only the future. If he had not noticed this Yamcha in the bush would have that vision come to pass? And how did the fact he forgot the tomahawk in the mountain alter the future. These were things he could no longer think upon it didn’t matter anymore. The people will be safe and he will suffer. He felt strong hands grasp his wrist and he flinched but didn’t move it was only when he felt another pair of hands on his shoulders he opened his eyes. He looked back to see the other who spoke his tongue. He never noticed until now how much darker this man truly was compared to the others. When ho looked into his eyes he saw hate and confusion not the happy awe he saw before.

            Yamcha took the rope from one of his crew and tied it tight to Vegeta’s wrist’s then bending down to loop a longer piece between the bounded wrists so he could drag the savage back if he resisted.

            Vegeta looked around seeing the disgusted looks from the other men surrounding him, some walked around kicking the dirt. He looked back at Yamcha and whispered. “Why did you come here? I was meant to meet you on the beach today.”

            “What did he say kakarot?” Yamcha looked up.

            “I do not know.” But in truth he did hear exactly what Vegeta had said confusing him the more. No things were defiantly not what they seem to be.

            Yamcha pulled Vegeta close and asked. “Where are the others?”

            Kakarot quickly translated and looked back to the captain. “He said they were spirited away that they no longer are on the land.”

            Yamcha looked up confused then shrugged it off. “Well men we have the one who killed Yajirobe the others left him behind. Lets return and get ready to leave.” Yamcha held the rope tight and pulled Vegeta forward walking him much like a dog. The men grumbled and glared at the savage. All but one who held back to analyze the information he had.
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