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Deceitful Allies and Trustworthy Foes	By : animeslave18 Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2827 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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WARNINGS: Language, consumption of alcohol
(…) Author’s Notes
“I’m just not believing it.” Lord Koga replied skeptically as he paced in his office.
Vegeta had his head in his hands, a headache forming, as he continued to repeat himself. “Master, I don’t know what else to tell you. We split up to cover more ground and I found the samurai by the river. As I was about to end him, the Doumei clan’s assassins ambushed us from above. After we finished them off, I interrogated the target and he told me the Doumei clan has been after him for a while and that he came to Edo to escape from them.”
“And you just let him go?” Lord Koga stopped his pacing as he stood in front of him.
“Yes. What else was I supposed to do? Kill him anyway? What if the Doumei clan came after me? In fact, I’m sure they will now since I got in their way.” The young noble rested his head on one hand.
Lord Koga shook his head. “No. They know who you are.”
“I told you this, Master! I told them who I was and they still attacked me! You saw the proof for yourself!” Vegeta couldn’t help but raise his voice. He hated repeating himself.
Lord Koga sighed as he sat down across from Vegeta at his desk. “I’m sorry. Maybe that’s the part I don’t believe. There must’ve been another reason why you let him go.”
Vegeta gave his Master an odd expression. “No. I simply understood the situation-”
“It’s not like you to let someone go when it’s obvious that the truth isn’t all out there. Did he say why the Doumei clan was after him?”
The young noble was silent as he contemplated his answer. “He said he was wanted in Kyoto for murder, but claimed that he was innocent. Supposedly, he was framed.” He lied his way through another explanation. Though, he wouldn’t know. Maybe that is the reason. However, it’s a better explanation than if he didn’t tell him anything at all.
“And you believed him?” His Master looked at him incredulously.
“Well, what do you think? Did the injuries lie?” Vegeta crossed his arms.
Lord Koga sighed again. “I just don’t believe you.”
Vegeta stood angrily. “Why not?! What reason would I have to lie?!”
Lord Koga shook his head. “I don’t know. But I can tell you’re hiding something.” Vegeta’s expression became confused as his Master walked up to him and crossed his arms. “I’ve known you since you were born, Vegeta. I can tell when you’re lying.” His eyes narrowed as he studied the young noble.
Vegeta didn’t know how to respond, so he huffed and crossed his arms.
Silence filled the room as Lord Koga headed towards the window. He stared out at the land that stretched before him, “I’ve declared the samurai a wanted man. He will be caught alive for questioning.” He glanced towards the young noble for a reaction.
Vegeta hid his reaction and kept his expression calm. “Oh?”
Lord Koga nodded, then turned his attention back to the window and looked at the sky. The purples, yellows, and reds mixed in with the darkening blue sky as the sun set. He sighed, “It’s getting late. You should return home and join your family for dinner. Tomorrow we will continue this discussion, only this time, Ookami will join us. Maybe he’ll have better luck getting the information from you.” He faced the young noble. “Know this, the more time you waste with this foolishness, the less time we’ll have in preparing for the ceremony, which is only in a couple weeks.” His expression remained sincere.
The ceremony’s only a couple weeks away? Where did the time go? Vegeta tried to look disappointed as he bowed his head in apology. “I’m sorry, Master. Perhaps you should take the situation up with Lord Akuto (word for villain…aw I gave it away ><). After all, the samurai is their target.” He tried to hide a sarcastic smirk at the flash of infuriation that passed on his Master’s face.
Lord Koga narrowed his eyes at his pupil. “Very well, I will. Now, you must take your leave before your Father worries.”
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When Vegeta returned home, he got a scolding from his father about his stubbornness in withholding information from Lord Koga when he asked if he told him anything. He should’ve answered yes. He just glared at him and replied that he should take it up with his Master. Lord Hokoru returned the glare and sent him to bed without supper. Vegeta did as he was told and put on inconspicuous attire and left through his window. He’ll just have to eat out. As soon as he climbed over the manor’s walls, he heard a rustling noise in the trees. He looked up and saw someone within the branches. “Who’s there?” He asked quietly, but loud enough for the figure in the tree to hear him.
He was startled to see the samurai land in front him, a few leaves floated down around him. “It’s me.” He whispered back.
“Samurai?! What are you doing here?” He asked accusingly.
The samurai looked sheepish. “I’ve…been watching you for the past week to see how you were doing.” He paused. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you.”
Vegeta got over his shock as a knowing expression took over. “Yes, I suppose we do need to talk.” He looked around himself before guiding the samurai away from his manor. “But we must leave here before we’re found.”
They entered the town in silence. Neither speaking the whole way in. So much for needing to talk. As they made their way on the other side of town, where it was the least populated, Vegeta’s stomach decided to make it’s hunger known. They stopped walking at the noise and Vegeta blushed. Kakarot gave him a confused look. “I guess eating at home must be stressful as well.”
The noble growled and crossed his arms. “As a matter of fact, it is.” He looked around the area they were in until he found a small restaurant. “Come on. You must be hungry too. My treat.” Vegeta lead the way to the restaurant as Kakarot stood in surprise for a moment, then followed.
Once they entered the empty hovel and seated themselves, a young man came over and asked what they wanted. When Vegeta ordered, he looked over at Kakarot. The waiter and noble stared at the samurai as he stared dumbly back. “Well, order something!” Vegeta barked.
Kakarot jumped out of his thoughts and came back to the present. “Oh! Sorry, hehe.” He rubbed the back of his head in his embarrassing moment before recuperating. “Let’s see. I’ll have three bowls of the hot and sour soup with as much rice, five plates of whatever meat you have, two bowls of dumplings with sauce, three plates of chow mein noodles with vegetables…oooo and five plates of those stuffed, fried….things.” He made a gesture with his hands to signify the shape of the food he meant.
The waiter stopped scribbling for a moment to stare at the warrior. “Wantons?”
“Yeah, those! What else? Oooo! Six plates of taro buns, and…do you have anything else besides tea to drink?” Kakarot held his chin in thought as the waiter wracked his brain for whatever else they had.
“Uhh…we have sake?” The waiter suggested.
Vegeta watched the samurai order with an amused yet saddened look. By God he was ordering everything they had. He felt a twinge of pity for Kakarot. How long has it been since he’s had a meal? Finally, he decided to speak up for the samurai since he couldn‘t make up his mind. “Yes, sake. That’s just fine. Now, be quick with the food! We don’t have all night!” Vegeta ordered as the waiter jumped at the command and rushed to the kitchen. Now, he turned his attention toward Kakarot as he rested his head on his hand with a undecipherable look.
Kakarot was confused at the look. “What?” A moment of silence past. “Was it okay that I ordered so much?” He was starting to panic a little from the look.
Vegeta waved a hand at him. “Yes, you’re alright. I’m just wondering how you managed to stay alive with the way your diet has been lately.”
The samurai was puzzled. “Me too.” He chuckled lightly.
Vegeta frowned at the answer. However, he didn’t get a chance to question more about it as the waiter returned. “Sir, the only meat we have is pork and chicken. Is that alright?”
Kakarot turned his attention to the waiter and was about to answer when Vegeta beat him to it. “He did say any kind of meat you had, didn’t he?! So, I’m sure it’s fine! Now, where’s the sake?!” How dare he interrupt them with a stupid question?
The waiter bowed in panic. “Uh, yes sir! Sorry, sir! I’ll be right back!” And left.
Kakarot slowly returned his gaze to the noble and frowned. “Why do you feel the need to do that?”
Now Vegeta was puzzled. “Do what?”
The samurai rolled his eyes. “Boss people around. They are making the food, you know. What if they burn it because you were so rude to them?”
Vegeta growled. “They better not! Or I shall have their heads for dinner!” He slammed his fist on the table at the thought.
“Calm down. I was merely stating the possibilities of what could happen if you don’t treat others fairly.” Kakarot leaned forward as the waiter returned with the sake and poured it into two cups and left the bottle.
“Yeah? Well, I can state the possibilities of what could happen if they don’t do as I command them.” The agitated noble drank his sake in one gulp, then poured himself another.
Kakarot sighed. “They don’t know who you are. Isn’t that the whole point of sneaking out at night? The only time where you can be free and not have to worry about your identity?” He whispered.
Vegeta gulped down his second cup and poured another. He stared unseeingly at the bottle of sake for a moment before answering. “Yes.”
“Then maybe you should get used to the idea that not everyone is going to do what you say. That’s the whole point of being free, to make your own decisions. For once, wouldn’t it be nice to let anyone do as they please and not have to worry about every move they make and every word they say?” Kakarot asked in a polite and convincing tone as he watched for the noble’s reaction.
Vegeta looked up at the samurai and narrowed his eyes. “I suppose you have a point there.” He gulped down his third cup and poured another. “Yeah, who wants to be paranoid of everyone around him? After all, they don’t know who I am. At night, I’m just like everyone else.” Half-lidded eyes stared into the sake in his cup as a light blush colored his cheeks, the sake making his head a bit fuzzy and his body to feel a bit warmer.
Another pair of half-lidded eyes stared at the noble’s slightly drunken state. “Exactly.” Kakarot whispered in agreement.
Vegeta snapped out of his thoughts and concentrated on the samurai. “Drink up. This could be your only night without tea.” And with that, he threw back another cup and poured another. Kakarot snapped out of his thoughts as well and looked down at his first, full cup with clueless eyes. Vegeta quirked an eyebrow. “Have you ever had sake before?” He leaned forward a bit, eager for an answer.
Kakarot blushed lightly and gripped his cup. “Of course I have! It’s just…been awhile.”
The noble gave him a skeptical look. “I don’t believe you. You never had a drink in your life!” He downed another cup. “Ah. You’re a terrible liar, Kakarot.” He poured himself another.
The samurai brought his head up in shock and the light blush on his face became a bit brighter as the noble called him by his name. The shock melted into a smile, then the smile turned into concern as he watched said noble drain another cup. “Uh, Vegeta? Maybe you should…” He watched him down another. “Slow down on the sake, yeah? You’ll be too intoxicated to eat.” He brought up his hand as if signaling him to slow it down.
Vegeta narrowed his eyes and grunted as he brought his cup back down. “Ah, shut up. I’m more of a drinker than you are.” His words slurred a bit as the blush reddened.
Kakarot was about to retort when the waiter returned, his arms full of food. “Here you are, gentlemen. Sorry for the wait.” He set down what was in his arms, then left to get the rest of the food.
The samurai’s concerned thoughts for the noble disappeared as the wonderful aroma of food wafted into his face and down his throat, promising of deliciousness soon to be consumed. His stomach growled loudly. He didn’t wait for the rest of the food to be brought to them as he started to dig in. Manners be damned. Vegeta watched the disgusting display for a few moments before picking up a leg of meat and tearing into it. The food should help him sober up a bit. As the waiter placed more food on the table, Kakarot couldn’t help but grab what was on the dishes before they were even on the table. The food looked sinfully delicious and fresh. How long has it been since he’s eaten like this? The question was soon ignored as he swallowed his food half chewed, not being able to get the nourishment in his stomach fast enough.
After the samurai consumed everything on the table and the noble drained three bottles of sake, both belched or hiccupped their state of being. Kakarot patted his stomach as it was pleasantly stretched from the amount of food he ate. It’s been so long since he’s been full! He almost forgot what it felt like. As for Vegeta, he was just dandy. He couldn’t feel a thing. Not the confusion and guilt that ate at his mind, nor the messed up way his heart leaped in is chest from the ach of loneliness that pumped through his veins and throbbed throughout his whole body. He slumped in his seat. His drunken state no longer able to keep up his perfect posture.
The noble reached for the bottle again and began to pour himself another, but stopped when he decided he had the courage to bring up the topic. “Yo-You know, Kakarot.” He hiccupped as he drunkenly pointed the bottle at the samurai and slurred his thoughts out in the open. “I…I’m not ashamed of…of what we did. No…no I’m not. I’m not ashamed.” He watched the bottle move around in front of him as he repeated some of is slurred words, as if reassuring himself. “And…and you wanna know why, Kakarot? Because…because you…are a worth-…worty…worrrrthy w-warrior, Kakarot. More…even more woooorthy…than that…other…bastard.” His arm flailed about in front of him as he pointed at the samurai and towards the direction of the Hara manor, sloshing the sake all around as he did so.
A look of concern and confusion replaced Kakarot’s calm features as he listened to the drunken noble.
“No. You know what? I am. I am ashamed. Because…you, Kakarot…defeated me. Not only in battle…but in bed too.” Forgetting he had a cup, he swallowed back some more sake straight from the bottle. His mind was too fuzzy for him to concentrate on what he really thought. “And yo-you know what e-else?” He hiccupped a couple times. “Youuuu…piss me off with that…goody…good guy…act.” Another swig. “You know, just because…you look innocent…doesn’t mean…doesn’t mean you are. I mean, come on. You have the…Doomi clan after you.” He mispronounced his ally’s name as he was too drunk to notice and lacked the capability to pronounce it right.
The samurai’s features turned more concerned than confused. “I can teach you how to fight, then you can try defeating me again.”
“Ohhhh no! No, no, no, no, Kakarot. See, that’s what I-I mean. You and you’re…good guy act. See, you think you’re being a…a good guy for…for…for…” He trailed off, losing his train of thought.
Kakarot leaned forward to take the sake bottle away from Vegeta. “Okay, Vegeta. I think you’ve had enough sake for today.”
The noble pulled the bottle away from the samurai’s reach. “I’ll say it’s enough when I’ve had enou-enough!” He took another drink from the bottle, emptying it. Kakarot frowned at the display. Vegeta slammed the empty bottle down. “S-So, what do you think, Kakarot? Are you ash-shamed?” Kakarot was about to answer before he interrupted him. “Of course, you’re not. You must feel pretty damn proud for…for bedding a noble.” He went to take another swig when he realized there was nothing left in the bottle. He looked around for more and noticed the samurai’s untouched cup of sake and snatched it and emptied it.
Kakarot sighed and sat up into a more comfortable position. “No, Vegeta. I don’t feel pride in what we did. In fact, I don’t how I feel about it. I guess I’ve been alone for so long that…I just acted without thinking. Either way, I know it’s something that shouldn’t have happened.”
Vegeta’s drunken gaze became depressed. “I…I knew you were…going to say that.” His words sounded more hesitant than slurred.
The samurai’s expression became down too as he tried to think of what else to say. “Well, it’s true. Now, there’s no doubt that you’ll be targeted…just like me.” He murmured the last part.
Vegeta suddenly slammed down his cup and stood up, staggering slightly. “Damn it, Kakarot! I don’t care about those f…fucking assassins! I’m talking about us! My pride is m-much more important than my own life! I could care l-less about why…why you’re being targeted! Right now…” His tantrum calmed somewhat as he sagged back in his seat, not having the balance to stand for very long. “Right now…I’m trying to figure out…us. Can’t you help me out here? I…I don’t know…what to do. I don’t know…what to do…about us. I just…want a simple answer. What should we do?” The noble looked utterly depressed as his hazy mind tried to come up with a solution. Right now, he was more worried about how to get his Master, father, and fiancé off his back.
Kakarot was surprised at the outburst, but calmed somewhat when he realized Vegeta was just as confused as he was. He didn’t know what to do either. “I…I don’t know, Vegeta. I don’t know either.” He looked down at the empty dishes in disappointment.
The noble gestured drunkenly toward him. “See, all I wanted was a simple answer.” Kakarot looked up in confusion. “Bartender! Bring me another bottle!” Vegeta hollered over his shoulder and gestured for the waiter to bring him another bottle of sake, thinking that he’s in a bar, not in a common restaurant.
“Vegeta! You’ve had enough! You’re not going to be able to walk home! I mean, for crying out loud, you drank more than you ate!” Kakarot gestured to the empty dishes that he finished off practically himself.
Vegeta waved a hand at him. “Ahhh. The urge to drink was more powerful.” As soon as another bottle was placed in front of him, he took a hold of it and chugged.
Kakarot was about to protest, but decided the effort was wasted. “Uh, excuse me?” He called for the waiter before he went back into the kitchen. “Can you bring some tea? That’ll be all.” The waiter nodded and returned with what he requested.
After both men were sated, Vegeta threw all the money he had with him onto the table and took a few steps toward the exit before he tripped. Kakarot quickly caught him before he hit the ground and placed the noble’s arm around his neck and took a hold of his waist. He thanked the men who were ecstatic about the amount of money the two strange men left and helped the drunken noble out the door.
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Oh my gosh! Have any of you had those taro buns before? (They’re taro right? >.>) They’re so delicious, words can’t describe their sticky sweetness. X) I tried them for the first time this year. ^^ If anyone doesn’t know what they are, they’re like steamed buns that have either custard or plum inside of em. The plum you can’t even tell it’s plum, it’s just sweet hehe. And the custard tastes like sugar cookies. X) Ugh, I’m getting hungry just thinking about them. >< Anyway, hope you all liked a drunk Vegeta. ^^ He’s serious and confusing at the same time, hehe. Too bad Kakarot didn’t have any. :p But who knows? Maybe he will. We shall see. ;) Oooo I wonder what's going to happen in the next chapter? :D
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