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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 7
The whole time Kakarot was on his way back to his room he wondered at whether or not the King would follow him, he almost wished that he would, but upon reaching the door, he gave up on the hope. He entered his room, feeling defeated, and lo!
“Who the FUCK do you think you are?!” came the question after the onslaught. King Vegeta tackled Kakarot and they went soaring into the farthest wall in seconds. They immediately began throwing punches.
Kakarot struggled to defend himself from Vegeta’s enraged attack until finally the King took a step back from him, only to drop to the ground and kick his legs out from under him, sending him to the floor on his ass. They were both a little inebriated, and their moves were not solid, and their skills were slurred. Kakarot dodged his next attack quickly, but, in spite of the fact that it wasn’t going very well, the fight continued. Already the dining room table was broken, there was a hole in the wall, more pictures were destroyed, and shattering glass fell over the floor. Still, Vegeta pursued him.
Kakarot said, in between dodging, “Stop this and listen to me! Please!”
The King landed a good solid hit across his face and answered, “Why should I?! You’ve gotten away with too much!” and he kneed him in the stomach. “You think I don’t care about the future?! You think I’m just some… mindless pervert!?!” Kakarot stayed hunched over and couldn’t help but laugh to himself to which Vegeta finally backed down, his curiosity again piqued. The King asked, spitefully, “What in the fuck is so funny?! Speak! You had such guile earlier!”
After a few moments of catching his breath, Kakarot looked up at him from underneath his bangs and said, “Hah, nothing, it’s just… I don’t think that this is going to help anything.”
Vegeta shoved him over onto the ground and grabbed onto his shirt, pinning him as he pressed onto his chest, looming over him threateningly. “You don’t, hmm?” He replied, and upon hearing those words come from his own mouth, he suddenly felt terrified of himself and was reminded of Frieza and all the terrible things he went through. Why will the memories not fade? Why can he not learn how to control his anger and respond rationally?
Kakarot sensed the shift change in him, though his eyes were still fearsome and punishing, he said, convinced it was time, and that it was for the best, “Listen. I have been keeping something from you! There’s something I have to tell you.” The King stayed as he was with a tight grip on him, still forcing Kakarot down into the carpet, but he was trembling slightly. He said nothing, as Kakarot held his hands up by the sides of his head in submission.
Vegeta didn’t know what to think. Why isn’t Kakarot afraid of him? What could possibly be so important?
At Vegeta’s perpetual silence he confessed his secret to the King, “I had an experience on Kanassa, too, like my father.” At this the King’s eyes widened and his heart clenched as his grip lessened. Kakarot explained, “But I can’t read minds. What happened to me was different. I saw something else.”
“What did you see?” The King asked him with quickening breath. At first he never questioned whether or not to believe him. He simply did.
Kakarot sat up as the King began to let go entirely, though he still sat atop of him, weighty, and he listened as Kakarot said, “I saw… a different timeline…a different me, and you, and for the Saiyans, it was so different…”
“How so?!” Why should I be interested in this?!” The King asked, getting his voice back and thinking a little more logically. His tail was twitching to unwind, but he fought the urge. He stilled held Kakarot pinned to the ground, as he felt he should be for now, lest he try to get the upper hand on him for any reason.
Kakarot continued, saying quickly, “In that timeline, Frieza won. He killed your father, and stole you away to travel with him for twenty years. My father couldn’t reach yours in time, no one believed him, and Frieza destroyed Planet Vegeta. You, Raditz, Nappa, and I survived.”
Vegeta inwardly recoiled at the sound of Frieza’s very name and recollected what a close call it had been. He knew the day well, and the events that unfolded up to it. He knew their survival had hung on a thin, breaking, frizzy strand of thread, and he asked, “How did you survive?” wondering, now, if what he was saying was true and why it should matter.
“I was sent away the day of the destruction, but my mission was compromised, so I never finished it, or even knew who or what the Saiyans were, or that I even was one.”
“What’s your point?!” King Vegeta demanded, his patience at its brink and he bearing his teeth at him, suddenly aware of how ridiculous he sounds right now. He got off of him, standing up at this point, back straight and shoulders square as he listened.
Kakarot remained seated as he said unsteadily, “You found me… you and I were the ones to fight Frieza in that timeline! We fought many great enemies together… We had a life together.”
“WHAT?!” Vegeta nearly jumped out of his skin and he stared down at him incredulously. Kakarot stood up, then, and watched him as he began pacing around the room in a panic. “That’s preposterous…” he was saying as he shook his head in disbelief. His eyes darted to Kakarot’s several times, but they wouldn’t stay on him.
“Listen,” Kakarot tried to get him to understand, “I don’t know why I know these things, but I do. Why do you think I avoided you for so long? I was terrified to meet you!” As he talked he played insecurely with his fingers and he watched him closely, surprised he was handling it pretty well for now.
Vegeta turned to him at that and stared deep into his eyes, trying to sense anything underlying but he could see the honesty in Kakarot’s face, though, and hear the trembling of his voice. He wondered…
Kakarot added, “I was told, on Planet Kanassa, that when you met me, you might remember…”
Vegeta grew angry before he became more thoughtful, and in his fury he said, “Impossible! I’ve no memory of anything you just said and if you are so much as lying to me in the least I will find out about it!”
“But-”
“And how dare you keep something like this a secret, if you are telling the truth, and IF you are, then how come Bardock never mentioned it to me? Surely he would know if you are lying or not! I want to speak with him, now!”
“Now?! It’s two o’clock in the morning! Why can’t you just believe me?!” Kakarot suddenly realized that they were both a little drunk and nonsensical and it was perfectly understandable for Vegeta to blow it off and just as believable for him to actually be considering it to be true.
Vegeta shoved him again without warning and grabbed onto his shirt for a second time, demanding deliriously, “Why didn’t you tell me any of this sooner?! If, and I’m not saying what you said is true, but if it is, and we were able to defeat Frieza, then-!!”
Kakarot grabbed onto his face and said, “Stop for just a second,” and kissed him deeply, pulling him closer, and opening his mouth to get a full taste of him with his tongue. Vegeta was stunned, but not too surprised to recognize what was happening. He allowed it, unable to help himself and replied in his own forcible manner, like a different form of rebellion. How could he resist? He’s been thinking about this for so long and he does feel like there’s some spark there. Kakarot moved his hands down his back and smoothed over his tail as the King tugged on his lips with his teeth.
After a few moments of thoughtless pleasure the King began pushing him away, but Kakarot wouldn’t allow the separation. His gaze held Vegeta’s as he lifted him up by his thighs and placed their hips together comfortably, and in Vegeta’s eyes there was much more passion than uncertainty, and so Kakarot began kissing him all over again. Vegeta’s heart pounded as he was lifted off the floor. He wrapped his strong legs around Kakarot’s thick waist just as they found the nearest wall. Kakarot pinned him against it so he could use his hands on the King’s hard body, and he took glances at him and savored every moment.
King Vegeta moaned into his soft lips and lost himself in the primal, unrestrained actions Kakarot was taking. Never had anyone before been as powerful and passionate; gutsy and forceful. The way he touched him only made him want more. They were in the middle of a damn argument and Vegeta was half-considering letting it go.
Kakarot’s tail unwound from his waist as he kissed his longtime and forever crush. Hearing him moan made him hard, and he couldn’t believe how accommodating the King was behaving. Maybe he does remember him and he just doesn’t want to admit it. Kakarot went from his lips to his neck quickly and bit down, though not hard enough to mate with him, still hard enough to make the suggestion and the King became more aware of his desire for it than he would have liked, so, he freaked.
“Release me at once!” he yelled, panicking, and Kakarot quickly set him on the ground but his lips found Vegeta’s once more and at that the King somehow felt more at ease. Still, he said, pulling away for a moment and searching his eyes once again, “Kakarot……”
“What? Do you want me?” Kakarot smiled down at him and the King’s façade couldn’t hide all of his emotions from him. King Vegeta nearly groaned, but in his eyes his desire was clear, still he wouldn’t admit to anything. So Kakarot assumed, finishing his thoughts, “But you have to keep up appearances.”
Vegeta heard some degree of disdain in the comment and replied, “You don’t understand,” while his heartbeat raced and he couldn’t believe he was even considering this. He realized he couldn’t stay, he needed to leave; it would only be dangerous to be in his room any longer so he headed towards the door.
“I understand,” Kakarot said to his back as he let him go and when Vegeta didn’t turn around he explained anyways, and the pain in his heart was heard in his words, “I’m a third class. In private, I’m whatever you want me to be, but outside of these walls, in public, I couldn’t even be seen sitting next to you at a snack bar. I know the rules. Besides, you’re not too fond of the third-class, anyways.”
Vegeta had his hand on the doorknob when he turned to look back to him and marveled about him for the millionth time. He was right. That was exactly it. They would never be allowed to be together. It’s standard protocol. Besides, Vegeta couldn’t have the same problem his father had. He just couldn’t. Finally the King realized that was why he stayed away, because they couldn’t be together, and he said, “Why tell me, then? Why tell me that impossible story if you knew it wouldn’t work?”
Kakarot licked his lips and replied, “Because it’s not just a story; it’s all true, and now that I’ve met you, any doubt I had about it has been cast away, and instead of thinking that it can’t work for us like it did for them, I was hoping that it would.” Kakarot added for good measure, “I didn’t mean to insult you earlier when I said that you would only be interested in seeing me for sex. I was just trying to get your riled up… and I was bluffing, by the way, about my affections for you being only a teasing matter. Now I’m sure you can understand me at least a little better, I only wish you knew just how genuine my intentions are.”
To that King Vegeta smirked and felt something stir inside of him, but he couldn’t speak on it. What a character! What an enigma! For a man to be so completely affronting and yet so invoking, he couldn’t tell where his head was at the moment. He also couldn’t make himself as convinced as Kakarot was on the topic, and so he changed it to something more to the point, as he took his hand off of the door knob and turned fully towards him, his chest swelling out. He asked with warmth in his tone, “You told me we had more important things to discuss. Was this the subject you were speaking of?”
“Yes and no,” Kakarot answered as he struggled to keep his heart from breaking, “I wanted to talk about the enemy and about your plans.”
King Vegeta grew weary and suddenly sensed that it’s past time for bed. He straightened up and ran a hand through his hair before replying, “Later. I promise,” and he felt uncomfortable because he knew he ought to discuss it now and he only wanted to leave because he knew he couldn’t stay. So he dashed out the door without another word, leaving Kakarot to contemplate everything that had been said and everything it could have meant.
King Vegeta found sleep most unrestful, and Kakarot spent an unrestful night, trying to find sleep.

King Vegeta awoke hours after he had originally intended and changed the plans for the entire day which threw everyone off of their schedules, but of course, he couldn’t care less. He asked for Kakarot to stay away from the GM and do as he pleased until later noticed and he sent for Bardock whom he wished to speak with first thing, and after that he intended to train, alone, until he could feel better about other things.
Bardock had actually been waiting for the King for some time outside of the GM, but he didn’t tell him that, he just greeted him pleasantly, totally unsuspecting. From the King’s scowl though, Bardock knew something else was up and waited to hear what he might say before reading his mind.
King Vegeta was very fond of private chats and he took Bardock with him into the GM promptly, where they turned off all outside cameras and locked the doors. There he spoke freely and he said, in a booming voice, laced with irritation, “I was told a very unusual story by Kakarot last night.” He crossed his arms and Bardock’s face lit up with recognition. “So! Do you care to tell me what this is all about!?”
Bardock was speechless for a moment until finally he replied, “I’m surprised he told you…”
Vegeta broke down, unable to help from opening up to Bardock, and he asked, clearly upset and baffled, “Surprised! I don’t know a word fitting enough to describe my astonishment! Why didn’t you tell me that he had an experience on Planet Kanassa? I didn’t even know that he’d been there! And the details?! The things he proposed!”
“Your Highness,” Bardock sighed, and Vegeta was reminded of his father as the way he used to always be able to calm him down. Bardock, after realizing that convincing the King that everything his son had said was true might not be so hard to do after all, explained, “It was my mistake for bringing him back to Kanassa with me. I was still young and stupid. I just wanted to go back to the planet that gave me these powers and thank them for what they’d given me, even if I was only thanking their lingering spirits.
“I never told anyone about it and neither has he. I brought Kakarot with me because I had almost lost him the very day the planet was going to be destroyed. I wanted to show them what they saved, and Kakarot was such a good child.”
Vegeta listened silently, but not without wisdom.
Bardock continued, “I hadn’t expected anyone to be alive on the planet, but there were those who did survive, and when they saw us, they took us in and I think they took pity on me because they knew my heart that day. It was because of them that I was able to see the future and change our fate. They read my mind, and knew that I was grateful and felt indebted to them.
“It was a strange thing, when they took Kakarot. I knew they wouldn’t harm him, so I let them do their work, not that I had much of a choice, it happened so fast, just like it had been for me.
“When Kakarot told me everything he saw, and that he had the knowledge of his alter-self… I didn’t know what to do about it except treat it like I do my own powers by keeping it secret. That’s why Kakarot knows about my abilities. As far as what he’s seen, he didn’t ask for those visions, they simply live with him now, and he can access the information from the other Kakarot’s memories almost as he wishes.”
Vegeta’s heart was much more still now than it was a short while ago as he asked, still in slight disbelief, “So it is true? In another timeline Planet Vegeta was destroyed…”
“Yes,” Bardock nodded, “I can see some of what he’s seen, too. It was part of the visions I first got all those years ago. It would have been our doom. You would have survived… and he also.”
Vegeta was in awe at the confirmation, which, at this point, he felt did no good. He knew he could rely on Bardock’s honesty though, even if he seemed to be in the habit of with-holding information. He growled, “What am I supposed to do, now? What good does it do me? It’s like knowing that Kakarot will become a Super Saiyan!”
Bardock suddenly considered what questions he was really asking and he began to read his mind as the thoughts flowed rapidly, ‘I must be focused! I must defeat this foe! I must destroy that bastard, but how? How without the power of the Legendary?! Why did Kakarot have to even bring up such ridiculous things? It’s just a damn distraction! We could never be together! Doesn’t he know about Bardock and my father? It never worked. It can never work! What’s the point in the universe bringing us together?!’
“My Lord,” Bardock bowed to him, and he said, “Together you can defeat him! Together! Kakarot will not be able to do it alone. You have to train with each other. Learn how to fight side by side! My son has seen many great battles which he fought alongside of you. That’s also how he’s become such a great fighter. He can use the knowledge of his alter-self in his battles, but he has yet to reach his strength.”
Vegeta scowled at him, and he denied belief, “Ah! Blast it- I can’t believe this! I can’t believe that my fate would be so twisted! Is it now to be my understanding that I am to be outdone by a low-level? I can’t believe we have to rest our entire resources on…”
“On third-class citizens, my Lord?” Bardock finished his statement, and he stood tall in the machine he built for the King, and Vegeta saw the irony in it all.
King Vegeta roared and he drew nearer to Bardock and he whispered in confession, emotion showing clearly now on his face as he struggled, “I didn’t use to think that way. I used to think it shouldn’t matter, power is power. But, I have been proven to be wrong in the past, where I was one of the weakest links! And the men who had the power were not good men of renown. How would you like for your son to have been a prisoner of Frieza’s ship? By our diplomatic standards, the classes we set up are for the protection of the weak and the weak need the protection in order for us all to survive. Is that not so?”
“Perhaps,” Bardock answered, and his heart reached out to Vegeta as he asked, “But does class define those characteristics found in a person which make them weak or strong? Or does class confine us to standards which keep us from reaching higher plateaus? No, I don’t believe it does.”
“Anything about a man’s character,” the King retorted, his countenance darkening, “is only a part of that man. In the end there are only the weak and the strong, and the strong have the power and the weak do not, and are forced to live under scrutiny. I wish not to be scrutinized, nor do I waste my time on the distasteful practice of chiding others, I have no part in it, but I do accept my responsibility. The responsibility to myself and my people to be the strongest! To be the most powerful! In order to protect and serve, in the only way I rightly know how.”
“A wise King you are for being prepared, but quality of character can get you a longer way in life than brute force, my King. For you see we do not live on the battlefield, nor do we strive to do so, anymore. In our case, however, a battle is coming for us, and so a helping hand, even an unlikely one, can be a great ally, and a good man, regardless of status, is still worth loving, even in times of struggle.”
“Love?!” King Vegeta laughed sour notes at him, “No, I don’t think you quite get me, Bardock. I have not the soft heart my father had, nor a brat to live for. I am not like the man you loved, not in the least, and I am not a man of love, but of hate, and everything that comes with darkness and despair. I do not wish to have a King by my side, or a child on my knee. I wish for those who don’t know me to fear me, and those who do to be silenced by my fearsome triumphs. I will feed off of the desolation I will leave in my wake, and any who might think to oppose me will surely cower in my presence at my overwhelming power.”
Bardock frowned as he replied, “Then you will live for all the wrong reasons, my Lord.”
“So be it,” the King said, devoid of emotion, “You could never understand. Who needs someone’s heart to have and to hold dear? I have no heart to spare and no love to give, even should I wish it.”
Bardock was despondent at that and knew how forlorn his King is now more than he once thought, but he knew not how to help him. It was clear as the King turned away that he wished to be alone, and so Bardock left with a heavy heart and a pregnant mind grieving for his soul.
King Vegeta turned up the GM himself after Bardock had left and pushed himself as hard as he could. Each movement felt like it might break him but inside his will power was screaming at him to keep going. After struggling for over an hour in the gravity dense room, his willpower was no longer enough to sustain him and he collapsed.

Kakarot awoke hours after he should have already been up and he showered, cleaned, and dressed in no time at all before seeing the note a servant left for him (Imagine the surprise on his face at seeing the destruction in the room!) stating that the King did not wish for his presence in the GM this morning. Kakarot was in no mood to play any games with him and decided he would head to the GM whether the King liked it or not. Along his way he spotted his father, who he had expected to be with the King, and he stopped to say hello to him.
Bardock was all smiles but Kakarot could tell there was something worrying him. Still, they could only chat casually and Kakarot told him, “I’m going to the Gravity Machine now to train with the King.”
“Were you summoned?” Bardock asked, feigning innocence.
Kakarot did not reply. He felt… a pang in his gut telling him that something was wrong with the King. Bardock heard his thoughts loud and clear, and Kakarot soared to Vegeta under pressure, getting there faster than Bardock could.
He saw the King, inside, fallen, and he panicked and tried everything he could to shut the machine off. Finally he did the only thing he could think of and unplugged the whole thing before tearing the door off and running inside to the King’s aid. He was breathing, but he was broken, and Kakarot shook in rage as he lifted him in his arms.
Bardock and the King’s guards arrived at once, including Raditz. They had all heard the noise Kakarot had made in breaking his King free and although they felt panic, they kept their emotions in check. They watched as Kakarot carried the King out of the machine, a stone look became of his features and he said to them, sterner than they had ever heard him speak, “Regeneration Tanks! Now! The best you’ve got!”
“Sir!” Some of the men answered, while some of them shook in fear, and they were all confused, but they felt obliged to listen to him, and they led him all the way to the best pods as quickly as they could. Raditz, amongst the other concerned faces, looked traumatized at the scene of the King so hurt and he followed closely, but Bardock decided it was no place for him and figured he ought to wait it out here.
They arrived quickly and Kakarot gave the body of the King up to Raditz, who set him the regeneration tank, hooking him up to it like he has many times before, and they stepped back as it closed and began to fill. The many guards who stood in the room looked on in despair, but some of them had a darker gleam in their eyes as they saw their King (with no heir to the throne) near to death in the recovery unit. The thought of losing him struck many ideas through the men. He was their hope, their leader, their captain, and their protector, but he took himself too seriously, and they knew, to their sorrow, that he wasn’t against trying to kill himself to become the strongest there ever was, and some fancied him to be on the throes of madness.
They watched with curiosity at the way Kakarot held out his hand to touch the tank’s glass window gently. As men of experience and battle, they could see the sadness in his eyes, and it moved them, and they all suspected him to be in love. It wouldn’t be the first time the King had made a young man fall in love with him, and they all felt sorry for him, and couldn’t help but think how sad it is for the young man. They knew better than Kakarot, of course, the King would never love him back. Even they, some of his faithful watchmen, had begun to believe he was incapable of love, especially after what he did to Rori.
Several doctors came in to see the King as soon as they had been alerted of the problem. They told all of the Saiyans present how important it is to keep this information a secret, and they each swore to silence. Kakarot turned, ignoring them all, and left altogether. Planthor nodded at him on the way out, still he said nothing.
He zoomed quickly to the one person he knew who could help them in the long run. Bardock was tinkering with the Gravity Machine as Kakarot returned.
“I tried to keep it intact,” Kakarot said flatly.
“I appreciate that,” Bardock answered, most sarcastically, as he looked at the damage in disgust.
“When can you get it up and running? Tomorrow would be best,” his son asked, ignoring his anger for the moment.
Bardock looked back at his son incredulously and said, “Are you serious? After what just happened you think that’s a good idea?”
“You don’t understand father!” Kakarot growled and he began powering up in his stress, “This was an accident! He was pushing himself too far! He can handle it! We both can! It needs to be good to go as soon as possible!”
“What’s your big hurry?!” Bardock bit back at his son, angrily staring him down. “You’re trying to prove yourself to him, hm, is that it? It won’t work, Kakarot!”
“No!” Kakarot yelled, tired of this, not willing to explain himself. “If it was him asking you would have already said ‘as you wish’!” and he left to seek solitude, his emotions fluctuating nearly out of control.
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