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In ancient times	By : Vegetaswriter Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 6600 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 7

            My heart raced that day, I believed I was going to faint; I raced around my temple hyperventilating, in hysterics like a woman on her wedding day when things were not going as planned. I was moving into the palace! I was moving to the very place he lived! What if my room was in the same hall as his own?!

            I couldn’t explain my distress to my dear chichi; I couldn’t speak a coherent word that day, instead leaving it up to the servants to explain why they were taking away the statue deities from the place I called home my whole life.

            My son on the other hand took this very well; his little self bobbed up and down with large smiles, happy to be in a new larger home. Me on the other hand didn’t take the new situation very well needless to say. I watched hopeless as the workers nearly destroyed my home, removing and rebuilding; soon I will be in the palace, his home.

            My heart fluttered thinking on the situation, thinking of him. He raced off to war to regain the city from the Nubians immediately, once he gain the tactics I gave him and I knew Brolly was at his side.

            As the day progressed I knew I should be the one at his side, the idea of being with him made me panic and joyous all in the same. I loved him, I could no longer deny it, I love him. I wished then I knew this before hand, the day of his wedding so I may have told him then; then I wouldn’t have saw the devastating look upon his features, nor see the anger he holds for me. His hate, his wounded pride, how I wished I could have went back and sooth him, comfort him, loved him the way I had; the way I wish I still could.

            Slowly the walls begun to tumble down, brick by brick and we were moved. That was an awful day, the clouds covered Ra’s view of the land, dreary day; the day Bulma came racing off to our new rooms with her extravagant news. News that destroyed me but knew would come soon; Bulma was with child, the new Prince of Egypt.

            I cried myself to sleep on my ottoman that night, praying to the god’s that it be false that the Prince would not come. Selfish of me, true. Now I understood the emotional and physical pain my Pharaoh endured when my wife stood and gave such joyous and heart wrenching news. I wonder now if my Pharaoh had done the same, cried that faithful night begging it not be true. That bitch was giving him something I could not, something I wish I could give to him. Then our love wouldn’t be so scandalous.

            My melancholy lasted for several days, scuffing my feet along the marble floors putting off my duties as High Priest, giving myself any excuse not to be around my family, avoiding the world.

            In my endeavours to be utterly alone I found myself walking in the grounds of my old home, kicking pebbles from time to time, remembering it as it was. The gardens utterly bare, but I saw the many beautiful colours that once graced the empty pots, how the birds would sing in sync easing my troubled mind; now the birds has stopped coming here, nothing no longer keeping them in this once lively place. Each step I took with an un-lively pace, counting the cracks in the limestone walkway, listening to the echo’s created as loose brick fell from the stationary walls still standing.

            The sky darken, the red hues lit up the shadows, taking away Ra’s eyes; it was a good thing for I didn’t want him to witness my depression, I felt like an exiled man. My realization of love came far too late for me, his feelings have changed for me, and I truly believed it. I did not hold his love or interest; once he returned to his Queen he will know of his coming child and I shall be pushed aside, long forgotten.

            My hand reached out, touching the walls that held so many fond memories; I wish my father was here, he always knew what to do to place me in a better place. He was a simplistic men, needing nothing more then his faith and family, he really did live a thousand lives in his earthly time, he had everything he ever needed in these walls. Father, I wondered what ventures had he experienced since he left.

            I walked into the building that was once a holy temple, the house of the god’s; nothing stood in the halls, the scent of jasmine long gone. I remember before I would walk down these halls before Ra raised hearing my footsteps echo back to me, now in this journey I use to take everyday I walk along, not even echo’s followed me.

            A need came over me, a itch, I needed to see the place the alter once was, I needed to see the statue that Ra once sat, I needed to; the pull I felt was beyond reason, I had to go there, I had to pray, I had to kneel before the magnificence that once was there for hundreds of years.

            I briskly walked through the halls, moving my feet quicker, it had become a sprint, running, running, running, got to get there, I had to be there! Turning the corner in my hast I slid falling, my head cradled in my arms I felt my body jar with impact. Dust was kicked around filling my lungs, dazed I lifted my head, dust disrupted my vision, but my hearing remain intact.

            “Kakarot?” I couldn’t deny his voice… Vegeta was there.

Ah I know I am going to be hung for leaving it there. But Merry Christmas my faithful readers!! And I hope your holidays are great, and you enjoy the fic as an early gift from me.

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