Caught Between Two Worlds | By : immatureimp Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2300 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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“Mom, what just happened? And why was he so upset by that mark?” Trunks glanced over at his mother and Goku who looked just as confused as he did. A dry chuckle reached his ears and turning to face the couch he found the younger Vegeta smirking at his father’s retreating back.
“The mark is a blow to his pride. It means I’ve been claimed. That can only happen if your mate is stronger than you are. If he’s anything like me, he’s not able to accept that anyone else could be.” The younger Vegeta rose swiftly to his feet.
“Yeah, that sounds like our ‘Jita.” The younger Vegeta flinched at the familiar use of his name. He turned to face the older version of Kakkarot, stubbornly suffocating his emotions and wiping any trace of it from his features.
This wasn’t his Kakkarot, his lover was dead, and this was a different timeline and a different man. His hand went automatically to the scarring on his left arm only to find it healed. With out conscious thought, he reached down and grasped the ornamental dagger from his boot. Swiftly he recut the design with the sharp edge of the knife, renewing the wound. He stared at it for a moment at the now bloody design and then wiped the blade along the leg of his pants before inserting it back into his left boot. He stood back up to find the other three curiously watching him.
“It is a ritual, do not concern yourselves.” Vegeta waved off any impending questions and got down to business. “I am Vegeta, Prince of All Saiyans and I traveled from my world and time to find my mate’s killer, It is my right to revenge that has lead me this far. Now, who are you and where am I?”
“Well this is Bulma, ‘Jita’s mate. This is his son, Trunks. And my name is Son Goku.” The older Kakkarot informed him. “You are on the planet Earth, in West City.”
“Son Goku? Your name isn’t Kakkarot?” Confusion filled the young Vegeta’s eyes, but his features remained firm.
“Well that’s my Saiyan name, but I’ve been on earth since I was a baby and the man that raised me, named me Goku. The only one that calls me Kakkarot is ‘Jita.” Goku explained.
“Figures... Goku, don‘t use that abbreviated form of my name, it recalls painful memories.” Vegeta crossed his arms and set his features in their usually scowl. The only sign of his discomfort in his new situation was the rapid back and forth lashing of his tail behind him.
“Let’s start at the beginning. Who killed your mate?” Bulma asked as she sat down on the recently vacated couch.
“The ruler of the Cursed Ones, Lord Freeza.” Vegeta’s voice dripped with loathing. He leaned against the wall and watched the other three closely.
“Freeza?! But he’s dead! Mirai Trunks killed him over twenty years ago!” Goku exclaimed as he began to pace back and forth.
“Maybe in your dimension and time, but he was very much alive in mine. At least as alive as a Cursed One can be. He used a device similar to this one to jump from my world to yours.” Vegeta held up the blackened cube. “It is a Time Dimensional Portal. This one was damaged when I killed King Kuld, so it does not function as it should. In its present condition it is no more than a glorified tracking device. It follows wherever Freeza leads, that is how I ended up here.”
“So Freeza is on Earth right now?” Trunks asked.
“Yes, I could smell the stench of the Cursed Ones when I came through the portal. When Freeza makes a leap the cube lights up with green symbols that represent coordinates in another dimension. They will stay here because this planet is perfect for them. Billions of inhabitants with incredibly low energy readings. Quick and easy meals.” Vegeta replied stoically.
“They eat people?” Bulma turned pale at the thought and Goku looked sick when Vegeta nodded.
“They must ingest blood constantly to survive. They can get it from animals or humans and they’re not choosy about it. They purged half the population Vegeta-sei, before we managed to drive them off. Freeza is greedy and his hunger considerable, for flesh but also for power. There are more of you in this place than in my world, and they are unaware. They can move among you without fear.”
“How many are there, besides Freeza?” Bulma, who was just starting to get her color back, asked.
“There were three others with him. Those that he and his warriors do not consume they will change so he can build his army. They will overtake your world and make it theirs.”
“Whoa, back up! Change? What do you mean by change? Trunks questioned.
“He will turn selected individuals into slaves, warriors and concubines.” Vegeta sneered at the last word. “That was to be my fate. My mate died to prevent that.”
“How do they do it? How are people changed?” Goku asked the question the other two were thinking.
“The Final Kiss. Mouth against mouth. Tongue, teeth, a bite to draw blood, to mix it. Then they steal the victim’s life energy to exchange with some of their own. The changed one then feels compelled to hunt, to feed. Their bodies change, growing a second row of sharp incisors and elongated black claws that they can retract to hide. The Kiss gives them increased strength and endurance and enhanced healing abilities. They look like everyone else, so they blend in. And they have no ki signal to speak of. They remember nothing of their previous existence; it is a fate worse than death. There is no cure.” The sound of steel sliding against hard leather filled the silence as Vegeta drew his sword over his shoulder, testing the blade’s sharpness with his thumb. “The only way to kill them is to completely incinerate the body or to remove their head.”
Silence reigned as the horror of the situation sank in. A new evil had landed at their feet, one that could multiply itself at will and was almost undetectable. This was worse than the Androids, even worse than Buu because they would be called upon to do the killing, putting to death those that had no control over their fate. Not one or two, or even three or four evil beings to battle but hundreds maybe even thousands of innocent victims.
“Freeza will go after the strongest to change into his warriors. We will need to warn anyone with a fairly significant energy level that he is out there and what to watch for. I brought a scouter to assess power levels so that will be of some help. That’s how I found you today.” Vegeta continued ignoring the distressed looks on his listeners’ faces.
“Um...Well...We don’t need a scouter; we can detect energy levels without one.” Trunks supplied before Goku could.
“Interesting, can you show me how?” Vegeta asked his older counterpart’s son almost eagerly. Learning new techniques was one of the few things he did that almost made him happy. Though happy was probably too strong a word; less angry would be a better definition. The only thing that made him happy was Kakkarot, so he assumed he would never see that emotion again.
“Sure. But for right now I think we ought to gather the rest of the Z-fighters and let them know what’s going on. Trunks can you get Goten and Gohan? I’ll find Piccolo, Tien and Vegeta, wherever he took off to. And I really think I’d better talk to Dende and Korrin, we’re probably going to need their help as well.” Goku eyes got steely as his battle instincts kicked in. “Bulma, call Kame House and get a hold of Krillian, Eighteen and Yamacha and have them all meet back here. Then get the dragon radar, we’re going to need those Dragonballs when this is all over, so we‘d better gather them now while we have a chance.”
“Dragonballs? What are they?” Vegeta asked. He was confused by the abrupt change in Son Goku’s attitude, the man went from smiling, bumbling idiot to combat hardened warrior in the blink of an eye.
“They are seven magically orbs created by Kami, when they’re brought together you can call the dragon Shenlong who will grant the caller any two wishes...” Bulma’s voice trailed off as she searched the desk. Then suddenly a beeping noise could be heard as she turned and held up the dragon radar. “Aha! Here it is! We’re in luck the dragonballs are active. If we gather them now, no one else will be able to use them.”
“Any two wishes?” Vegeta asked quietly, this was important to him.
“Well, you can only ask Shenlong to bring someone back to life once and they can‘t have been dead more than a year. And there’s been one or two other wishes he hasn’t granted but for the most part its unlimited.” Bulma handed the radar to Trunks. “When you find Goten and Gohan go gather them, and make sure you take your cell phone, I want you three to keep in touch.”
“Trunks take your sword. From what he’s said, we’re going to need it and you’re the only one with any skill in using one.” Goku added. Trunks nodded, grabbed his sword, turned Super Saiyan and flew off faster than a super sonic jet.
“Fuck! How many more Super Saiyans do you have on this damn planet?” Vegeta was blown away by the younger mans instantaneous transformation, the fact that the teenager didn’t even seem to gather any energy to make the transfer threw him for a loop, on top of the fact that the boy was a half-breed.
“There are my two sons, Goten and Gohan. Gohan is a mystic Super Saiyan, he has the power of a Super Saiyan three but he doesn’t have to “Go Gold” as we call it, to reach his full power. Goten is almost as powerful as Trunks, but he’s a little more lazy about his training, and that’s not something Vegeta will allow Trunks to be. Trunks can ascend past level one and Vegeta is close to reaching the third level. I’ve been working with him; it won’t be much longer.” Goku explained.
“There are three levels?” Vegeta was surprised and he couldn’t keep the astonishment out of his voice.
“No actually there’s at least four, but I haven’t been able to ascend to that level yet. But man, I can feel it!”
“You are at level three? I guess that explains all the hair.” It seemed this world’s Kakkarot was a step ahead of the other Vegeta as well. ‘Well some things hold true no matter what dimension you are in, it seems.’ Vegeta contemplated bitterly, then smirked at his next thought. ‘Makes you wonder if these two are soul-mates like ‘Karo and me.’
“These dragonballs...do you think they would be able to bring back my mate?” Vegeta returned to the more important subject, leaving the discussion on Super Saiyan levels for another time.
“That depends, when did she die?” Bulma asked quietly then turned as the front door opened and an older Vejiita glared at them before slamming the door behind him. The younger Vegeta pushed away from the wall to stand rigidly glaring back, before he replied to Bulma’s question.
“He.”
“What?” Bulma was watching her husband and had forgotten what the young prince was talking about.
“My mate, he...he died four months ago.” Vegeta quietly answered, the harsh pain evident in his voice though he fought to keep it from showing on his face. “Do you think it will work, since he was killed in another dimension and time?”
“Oh...I’m not sure, we’ve never tried anything like that.” Bulma suddenly felt at a lose for words. Here stood a young man, so exactly like her husband, who was obviously grieved over the loss of his mate, but she didn’t know how to comfort him any more than she knew how to help her own Vejiita. Neither would accept help easily, and they both hated any type of pity. “But when they collect them all, you may have the first wish, At least there’s a chance it will work. We’ll need the second one to wish any who die in the battle back later.”
Vegeta nodded his thanks, not able to force another sound through his throat that was thick with unshed tears. Ignoring the hateful black gaze of his counterpart, he turned to face the window, unseeing eyes peering out into the bright afternoon light, while memories overwhelmed his consciousness.
*His father had finally let up on him. During their last argument, Vegeta had, in frustration, mistakenly let slip that he had chosen a mate, but he needed to get stronger to claim him. He wasn’t sure if his father knew whom he was talking about but Vegeta wasn’t about to explain it to him either. He had his dignity to think about and he wasn’t about to initiate a mating hunt unless he was guaranteed success. He had to be the dominant mate, his pride and honor demanded it. No matter how hard ‘Karo made him, err.. Kakkarot made it to resist. Yes...that’s what he meant. Damn those thoughts. Sweat stung his eyes as he kicked their sparring up to the next level, turning a simple training session into an all out brawl against Kakkarot, to take his mind off his current train of thought.
Shit! He’s always just that little bit stronger, how does he do it? How can he be so young but have so much power? Vegeta winced as he attempted to get up, every muscle protesting the strain. Kakkarot sat beside him, breathing hard but not nearly in as much pain as he was. He glanced up to once again get caught in the other’s sweet chocolate gaze before finding himself pushed back down and Kakkarot straddling him, his face just a bare inch away from Vegeta’s own. .
“What do you think your doing?” Vegeta demanded angrily, more upset by the fact that he didn’t have the strength to move than by the press of Kakarot’s powerful body against him. That actually was beginning to arouse other more passionate emotions.
“How much longer ‘Geta?” Kakkarot whispered, his mouth hovering and brushing delicately against the prince’s. “I can’t stand this! I want you...and I know you want me.” Moaning, he rubbed his hard length against Vegeta’s eliciting a matching groan of pleasure from the man beneath him, before his head descended and he lightly lick Vegeta’s bottom lip asking permission. Vegeta could have resisted him; he had so many other times. He had the strength, and, though he could feel it melting, he had the will.
“Let me have your mouth, my sweet prince, let me taste you.” Kakkarot whispered again, his lips almost against Vegeta’s. His will disappeared as he barely lifted his head to accept the other’s plea. Kakkarot’s lips were soft, warm and moist against his, the glide of them was like all the promises that could never be given. And he yearned for more. Vegeta’s breath rushed out in shock at the sensation. The intimacy, the sweet flavor, the smooth slide of tongue against tongue were potent. Slowly they drew apart.
“Again,” Vegeta demanded, and dragged him down by the hair until mouth ravaged mouth. Vegeta could feel the thrill of him on his skin and in his blood. Finally Vegeta tore his mouth away, panting wildly. Kakkarot purred as he nipped and licked light kisses down the prince’s smooth neck.
“You make me need.” Kakkarot’s voice was thick and husky now and Vegeta’s heart raced. “In ways I’ve never needed before. What I feel for you fills me and empties me. I’ve never felt this way with another.”
‘Don’t make me wait much longer, my prince.” Kakkarot skimmed his teeth over Vegeta’s throat nipping teasingly. He slowly released his hold and stood, pulling Vegeta up with him.
“You overstep yourself, Kakkarot. I will not be taken!” Vegeta rasped harshly as he stormed away. Kakkarot had laid down the gauntlet but he refused to pick it up. He wasn’t ready.
So Vegeta ignored Kakkarot, refusing to spar with him. Where they had once spent almost every waking minute together, now they only met in passing. Vegeta made sure his days were filled with numerous activities, leaving his chambers earlier each morning to avoid the younger man. He started sparring with Nappa and others, refusing Kakkarot’s invitations to a better match. The tension between them filled the palace. When confronted by his father, Vegeta refused to admit that there was any problems, saying only that he wished to change up his sparring, trying different partners to give himself some variety in his training. It was an acceptable explanation. Vegeta refused to admit that Kakkarot was wearing down his resistance, making it harder and harder to refuse him. This went on for several weeks. Everyone tip toed around the two powerful Saiyans.
Things finally came to a head when Vegeta decided that taking a new lover might be just what he needed to remove Kakkarot from his thoughts once and for all. Vegeta didn’t even attempt to hide his actions, openly eyeing his chosen playmate. They had sparred together that day, Vegeta ignored Kakkarot’s burning gaze from across the training grounds, instead focusing all his attention on his new interest. When they had finished for the day, they had disappeared together into the changing room where Vegeta had the other pressed against the white glazed tile wall caressing and kissing his newest acquisition. Powerful hands tore them apart, as Kakkarot seized Vegeta and growled furiously at the other. Vegeta was unable to stop him, as Kakkarot dragged the other out into the sparring grounds. Everyone stared at the scene they were creating. Vegeta struggled to get away, but was finding that he didn’t have the strength to resist.
“I’m tired of these games. I told you not to make me wait ‘Geta.” He snarled loudly pulling Vegeta’s body tightly against his. “Now we do this my way.” Hard lips pressed painfully against Vegeta’s, cutting his bottom lip with sharp canines, the blood flowing down his chin. Kakkarot glared at the prince before licking the blood roughly away, as it ran from Vegeta’s mouth. Then he released the prince and stepped back.
“Run...run fast, my prince. I will claim what is mine before the sun rises!” He roared as he initiated the mating hunt in front of a sparring ground full of witnesses.
“Fuck you, Kakkarot. You will not hunt me! I will not be claimed!” Vegeta spat as he tried to attack the younger man, only to find several Saiyan guardsmen standing between him and Kakkarot.
“He has met the conditions for a mating hunt, by taking first blood and by announcing his intentions before these witnesses. Even you cannot refuse the challenge. He has until sunrise to claim you. If you defeat him in battle or elude him until the sun has risen, he will lose his right to claim you. Now...I suggest you run, son, because you only get a ten-minute head start.” His father ordered as he shoved Vegeta backwards. Vegeta glared at his father, then turned to find himself again caught against his would be mate, who had a feral grin on his face. Vegeta stumbled back, away from the lust filled gaze that devoured his frame.
“Run... my sweet prince. I have the urge to taste you again.” Kakkarot whispered as he licked his lips seductively. And Vegeta ran..........*
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