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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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‘Unwanted question’s & answers.’
            Kakarot held his resolve firmly like a preacher grasping the bible. He kept silent these past few days under the rain and wind; he wanted so badly to speak to Vegeta of what has been happening between him and the captain. But every time he almost blurted out the question his voice failed. Deep within himself he knew he feared the answer. Instead he took the coward’s way continuing on with his teachings as if he never witnesses the sinful act.
            “Hey Spanish wait up!”
            Kakarot turned thankful for the moment reprieve from his thoughts. He smiled as he saw the young deck cleaner boy rush towards him. “What can I help you with John?”
            “I just want to know what the savage is like?” His bright green eyes sparkled with the little boyhood wonder curious as to the habits of the strange one. Kakarot sighed it seemed his hope for a break from the savage was not going to happen anytime soon, and as to the question he really did not know how to answer. The truth would be scandalous, and a lie seemed just too difficult to articulate.
            “Boy! Leave Kakarot be to his own duties! Come top deck and mop the floor!” Yamcha shouted leaning over the rail sending a small smirk Kakarot’s way.
            Kakarot just nodded his understanding his stomach and throat felt dry; he could never look upon his captain as he once did. Even his dear friend Krillen made his stomach ache from his hidden emotions alone towards the captain. Was Krillen the captain’s old lover replaced now by Vegeta? More questions, more unwanted questions! He should have never pried into their private lives, he should have stayed ignorant to it all, play the fool as he once had. Then he would never have these disturbing dreams…
            Vegeta stood placing on the clothing left for him on the bed; he knew Kakarot would show soon for their daily teachings. He felt dead inside; his mind was on auto-pilot. He couldn’t take what was happening to him, it was all too much to bare in one go. So his inside just shut down accepting everything that was offered. He noticed he was becoming more and more silent as the days went by, he noticed he didn’t think too much on his old life. It scared him, the fact he was becoming submissive and docile. That was not him! But maybe it was just a mental defense blocking out the bad so it would not be so drastic and easier to cope.
            Vegeta placed on the coat that the captain was generous to give saying it was going to become much colder soon, it would look great on him, and that it was in high fashion. He didn’t care how it made him look; fashion was not something he cared for. But it was in-fact becoming much cooler and the jacket provided the extra warmth he so much desired. He hated being cold.
            Kakarot walked through the hallway taking a moment before he touched the door knob. He heart pounded, sweat gathered in his palms, and he felt his mouth become dry; the past few days this was happening to him, and only becoming worse as the days progressed. He shook his head and opened the door roughly making it bang against the wall. He noticed Vegeta jump and turned quickly from the abrupt entrance and he brought his hands up and waved. “Sorry Vegeta sorry it is only me.” He watched as Vegeta relaxed, grunt, and scowl at him and for that moment he smiled. That was Vegeta’s new greeting for him these days. Or had he always done that and he only noticed it now?
            “Next time knock.” Vegeta ground out, he hated being caught off guard.
            “Sorry I will next time. So how are you today?”
            Vegeta paused for a moment thinking on the English term that described his emotions. “The feeling that is best described as…… I need to do something outside of this room…”
            “You mean bored. That is the word.” Kakarot nodded. “But I am sorry Vegeta you cannot leave here.”
            Vegeta turned his back to Kakarot keeping a powerful stance and released a sigh; he didn’t want Kakarot to see the unhappiness in his face. “Well then what am I allowed to do?”
            Kakarot scratched his head thinking on things they could do together. He looked over to the liquor cabinet and smirked. “We can get drunk.” Kakarot walked over to the bottle containing rum and pulled it out along with two glasses. Pouring them both he turned his head noticing Vegeta still had his back to him not at all curious as to what he meant. He walked over glasses at hand standing right behind Vegeta. “Here. You might not like this at first but take you’re time and taste the liquid.”
            Vegeta frowned; he could smell the vile liquid from where he stood and fear crept slightly up his spin when he turned and saw the smile on Kakarot’s face. His mind swirled with the past memory of the disgusting sharp liquid; his mind raced did Kakarot wish to do as Yamcha had done? He leaned back and scowled swinging it arm out knocking the glass offered to him. Making it shatter against the wall. “No! I will not play you’re foolish games! Once was enough!”
            Kakarot took a step back in confusion, once was enough? “You had this drink once before? What happened?”
            “Why all these useless questions! Always asking those stupid questions! Stop it!” Vegeta turned away from Kakarot. “It doesn’t matter anyway.”
            “It does matter Vegeta! I know what is happening in this room Vegeta.”
            Vegeta tensed. “You know nothing.”
            Kakarot’s patience wore thin all his confusion, anger, and hurt came forth. He spun Vegeta where he stood taking a strong hold of Vegeta’s shoulders and pushed him to the bed hovering over him. “I know what you and the captain do in secret. I know he touches you, makes you cry out with need! Do you like it?” He growled. “Do you beg for more Vegeta?!”
            Vegeta felt tears of shame fill his eyes. He wanted to look away from Kakarot but the raw emotions in Kakarot’s eyes held his. “No… No! You don’t know anything!” He struggled weakly his own emotion of shame and hurt drained his energy. “I just want to go home.” His voice was soft and strained.
            “Why Vegeta? Why do you let him do those things to you?”
            Vegeta turned his head and closed his eyes letting the hot shameful tears burn his face. “I do not have a choice do I? What is it I can do to stop it all? Who would listen to a savage Kakarot?”
            “I will Vegeta.”
            Vegeta opened his eyes half way and looked over to Kakarot keeping his head to the side. “How will you help?”
            Kakarot leaned back. How was he going to be able to help Vegeta? Sure knowing the problem can be liberating but how would the course of action ensued? More unwanted question’s more thoughts to plague is already riddled mind. “I am unsure Vegeta but I will find a way.”
            Vegeta directed his head towards Kakarot staring hard into his eyes. “If you can; then save me.”
            Kakarot felt that urge once again taking over his rational thoughts. He leaned in forward and took Vegeta’s lips in his own. It was not passionate, nor was it filled of desire. It was strange, new, and filled of hidden emotions underlined with confusion. He felt Vegeta push himself forward sealing their lips in a tighter embrace releasing a small whimper in his throat.
            Kakarot become more aware of himself when he heard the strangled whimper and yet he didn’t pull away; he couldn’t something was keeping him there. It was strange to him to feel the lips of another man on his own and yet it felt like it was always meant to be as such. But not another mans but Vegeta’s soft plush lips against his; it was as if it was made for him alone. Maybe his dreams weren’t dreams at all but premonitions.
            Vegeta was lost in his turbulent thoughts. How could he kiss Kakarot and feel a tingle in his heart? He never once thought of Kakarot in such a way. Maybe this was what sky woman told him of?
            Kakarot slowly pulled away noticing Vegeta’s eyes still open waiting for his eyes to portray his emotions. He sat back and touched Vegeta’s cheek cupping and stroking. “Vegeta… I…I..”
            “Stay quite Kakarot.” Vegeta pulled himself away from under Kakarot and sat on the bed his legs crossed. He placed his chin upon his hand and thought. “We can discuss this at a later time Kakarot. First how are you going to help me?”
            Kakarot relaxed happy that what ever was growing between them will be discussed at a later time. “First Vegeta tell me the truth did you kill Yajirobe?” He watched as Vegeta shook his head. He knew then Yamcha was the one in-fact that removed Yajirobe and he had a damn pretty good idea as to why. “What did they say that night Vegeta when you met them on the shore?”
            “He said that I was to meet him in three days and become his slave. Then he would leave and never come back.” Vegeta removed his head from his hand so his arms could wrap around his waist. “But you all came to my village and took me. He didn’t wait.”
            Kakarot leaned back looking to the ceiling and a bright smile came to his face. “I know when we return and winter subsides we can hop a ship and return you back home! We would have to disguise you naturally but you would not be noticed. It will be a ship full of women, men, and children to get settled in the southern lands. Then we could gain a horse and bring you back to you’re lands.” Kakarot grinned from ear to ear with his clever plan. “You would only have to deal with Yamcha for three to four months but I will make sure I am there.”
            “No.”
            “What do you mean no? You don’t want me to stick around?” Kakarot felt hurt from the statement but hid it from his features.
            “No… I still want you around… I am beginning to trust you. You are different from them I can see it in you’re eyes.” Vegeta was thankful Kakarot wasn’t looking at him or he would have seen the small blush staining his features.
            “I am glad you do Vegeta. I would never do anything to harm or betray you, you have my word.” Kakarot glanced over quickly and a small smile splayed his lips, Vegeta was pouting like a child. “So why did you say no Vegeta?”
            “I cannot return Kakarot for the sake of my people. Just bring me to a forest I can fend for myself.”
            “Vegeta we have to. It is the only way for you to get away from Yamcha. You would not be able to hide anywhere else. They would be able to point you out a mile away if you live as you had in the new world. You must go back and I will make sure you have a safe return.”
            “No Kakarot! I cannot return!” Vegeta leapt from the bed turning away from Kakarot. He grunted to himself, noticing how much he has been doing this action to the man.
            “Why Vegeta? Will you’re people no longer accept you? They do not have to know what happened to you Vegeta.”
            “No you do not understand. I must stay away for my people present and future generations.”
            Kakarot shook his head and face palmed. “No you are right I do not understand Vegeta, and it is killing my head. It would help if you told me.”
            Vegeta sighed; what would be the harm in telling Kakarot? He had been silent for far too long, he needed some liberation from it all, he needed to be himself again. The secrets, silence, and thoughts had been killing him slowly inside. “I will tell you.”
            Yamcha walked around the upper deck to warm his body; the bitter chilled wind gust and whistled in his ears signaling winters beginning. He was happy soon he would be in his large family estate just on the fringe of Britain’s blustering streets of London. There he could sit back relax amongst his riches and play with his treasure. He wondered how the savage would take to his magnificent home, and being treated like royalty by his many slaves. His welcoming thoughts were cut short by his second in command.
            “Captain a word with you in private.”
            Yamcha raised his brow it wasn’t a question but a demand from the usual submissive Krillen. It peaked his interest. “Why of course commander Krillen.”
            Krillen crossed his arms. “You’re quarters or mine?”
            “You dear friend the Spaniard is teaching Vegeta so you’re quarters will have to be the one.” Yamcha opened his arm wide; a gesture for Krillen to lead the way. “You there! Man the ship until I return.”
            “Yes cap’in!” A sturdy man raced up the deck to watch over the men ensuring none lacked off.
            Krillen walked to his room in the second level hall not once looking back at Yamcha’s looming figure until they entered the room and shut the door for privacy. “Yamcha stop this crap now!”
            Yamcha moved around the room acting nonchalantly. “What are you talking about Krillen?”
            “You know damn well what I speak of! Stop acting so ploy!”
            “Krillen what do you want from me?” Yamcha scowled.
            “I want you to stop doing what ever it is you are with that…that fucking savage! It’s ungodly! It is disgusting!”
            “Shut up Krillen! Stop this nonsense! Stop you’re jealously! You know that this is all about it! I am not a fool. You are jealous because of Vegeta.”
            “That thing has no name! It is a savage!”
            Yamcha backhand Krillen harshly across his cheek making him sail down to the floor. “I said shut up Krillen.” His whole demeanor changed to a fierce beast. Yamcha walked over and place his booted foot to Krillen’s throat. “Now listen fool. You and I was nothing but a means to gain satisfaction. I used you for my own pleasure, I do not care, nor love you. Understand that. And if you make a signal peep about me trying to tarnish my good name I will have you demoted, and hung. I will speak very ill of you, and make you run much like you’re family had understand. I am done with you Krillen.” He knelt down sitting on top of Krillen’s chest and used both his hands to cup his face. “Unless you want to continue and just bend over like a good bitch and let me fuck you. But that is all. After all I haven’t taken the ‘savage’ yet but believe me I will soon enough.” Yamcha’s eyes glazed over in lust and day dreams. “He taste so divine and you bitter, he arches and moans like a saint, and you grunt like a penny whore. He is better than you in everyway Krillen. Does it hurt to know this?” Yamcha moaned and a shiver crawled up his spine from the near thoughts of taking Vegeta.
            Krillen swallowed his pride and love for Yamcha and tilted his head back. “Use me. If I can only get you like this then I shall take what I can. Use me captain.”
            Yamcha nearly growled out removing his hands from Krillen’s face he ripped open his shirt. “If you wish to be used then who am I to stop you? Remember stay quite and never speak ill of me!”
            Kakarot walked down the halls after leaving the room that held as Vegeta’s prison. He was awed by the things he heard was it magic, was Vegeta crazy, or was there indeed spirits? Were they the one’s giving him these dreams? What was he going to do to save Vegeta? What was he going to do to save himself from the sinful path he partook in? He groaned as he thought about the kiss they shared and how much he wanted more of it. He was going to hell filled of fire and brimstone from such an act. He moved quicker down the lower levels he needed his bible, he needed to pray! He must save himself.

Ahhhh and so the angst continues. I know I am such a bad gal. *Bad veggieswriter bad* In all honesty ( if you haven’t noticed yet) I like to make things build and build and build before I get into the real tasty parts. But it seems this fic is going to become a monster one like ‘life is ironic’ Btw I know I’m making Krillen a real ass/fool but I do in-fact like Krillen so don’t get it twisted. Tomorrow I was going to work on my brolly/vegeta fic but it’s my bday so I will be very very intoxicated and I do not think it will turn out good at all. So you’re gonna have to wait hehe. Thank you for reading/reviewing love you’re inputs ;)
Zofo Poor confused Vegeta being forced to enjoy the experience with Yamcha, hope Kakarot can get him to open up to him, but he is wracked by thoughts of himself liking him :(     I know, but I do like to keep to reality of the past somewhat. And for Kakarot it is hard on him growing up in a time where religion ruled it will be very hard for him to overcome the teachings (brainwashing ssshh) but don’t worry soon Kakarot will cut those chains and be liberated ;)
Last note many people think this is based on the po/john smith true story but no it is not. Especially the Disney bs that ruined the real story of the beautiful princess.
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Welcome to the new world filled of savages