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Finding Destiny	By : NLDCat Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1587 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's note: This is a VERY AU fic taking place on Vegeta-sei (So...no Frieza). It's a dark fic centered around a Class System that is more corrupt and evil than should be allowed and revolves around Tora (who is an Elite in this fic) and Bardock (who is Third Class). It includes Yaoi (m/m), M-Preg, some Het (not necessarily a big part of the fic), and Non-Con. As always feedback is greatly appreciated!

Finding Destiny

Prologue: Intuition (Tora's POV)

I wouldn't have been in the Third Class Quarter if I wasn't so damn tired due to a long shift and wanted to get home as fast as I could. If I went through the heart of the quarter, I could cut my travel down in half which I was all for. Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against lower classed Saiyans...I'm just Elite and I tend to stay away from places that make me inwardly cringe. However, I figured that one time wouldn't kill me. I made it halfway through when something, some intuition made me stop and look around. I was in a rather run-down and decript part of the quarter, where all there was was practically garbage. However, something in me wasn't going to let me go any further. Sighing, in annoyance, I walk off the path searching for what it was that had my attention.

After a while of searching which leaves a very unpleasant scent, I decide that I've definitely worked too hard and turn to go back to the path intent on returning home. However, as my gaze moves, I see a flash of flesh out of the corner of my eye. A little startled I still instantly before heading to where I'd seen it. Beneath a few trash bags, thrown out like so much garbage...I find a male Saiyan nude and bleeding curled in a fetal position, his spiky hair all askew. I kneel down and find a weak pulse before rolling him over and wincing at the sight of a potruded stomach. I was pretty sure whoever had worked this male over had more or less ruined any chance the male had of finishing this pregnancy.

I had a choice to make; I could leave the male here and pretend that I never saw a thing and no one would dare question me OR I could pick him up and take him to MY house and call a medic in. Sometimes, I hated having a conscience. That's how the male ends up laying in my bed while I call for help.

The medic arrives shortly after and the look he gives at the sight of the male on my bed makes me snort softly. "Where did you find him?"

"The Third Class Quarter," I admit, "Someone tried to throw him out with the trash."

"Seems an interesting route for an Elite to take."

"I was tired and I wanted to get home," I tell him defensively.

"I didn't say I suspected you, Tora. I'm just saying..."

"I know. I don't normally go through it. It just cut my travel time down so I decided to attempt it. I wasn't planning on locating...THIS."

"No, indeed," the male replies as he continues his tests. I watch wondering just how badly injured the male was and how he was going to react to what I was sure was bad news. The male finally straightens.

"Well?"

"He's been raped and badly beaten...but that's not the most pressing issue. The most pressing issue is that he's eight months along and that child is going to come probably any day now."

"Wait," I say startled, "He still carries?"

"None of the blows got near his stomach. I am pretty sure that was what he was protecting most. I am going to have to ask you a favor, though. He's far too injured to be moved anymore. Will you keep him here...and keep an eye on him?"

I groan softly. "What do I look like?"

"Tora, he's too fragile right now to move. He will DEFINITELY miscarry if you won't let him stay here."

I hated the fact that I had a soft-spot for the less fortunate. I was going to regret this, I am sure...but I couldn't bring myself to condemn the child carried. "Fine, fine. He can stay ONLY until the child is born and he is healthy enough to travel. Then he gets the hell out of my house and out of my hair."

"You're a saint, Tora."

"That's not always a compliment," I mutter gazing down at the male who would be in my home until well enough to travel. He needed a bath definitely because he was a mess and smelled of garbage. "Can I bathe him?"

"You'll have to use a bucket and a rag."

That makes me sigh at the thought of MORE work. "Of course."

"I'll leave you bandages and salves with instructions."

"Like I wanted to add THIS to my list of duties," I mutter.

"I am well aware that this is an imposition, but he didn't ask for this to be done to him, Tora."

"I know that!" I retort angrily, "I just...This is NOT my problem!"

"Well, you found him...so yes it is."

I was fervently wishing I had just gone the long way around at this point because I just was NOT in a charitable mood. Not a bit. Unfortunately, the male on my bed made me have to at least give SOMEWHAT of a damn. I go and get a bucket of warm water and a rag. "Do you know who he is?"

"Yes, actually," the medic replies, "I am pretty sure this is Bardock."

The name gives me pause. "Bardock...the Third Class Commander?"

"One and the same," he answers.

"Who the HELL could manage to tear him a new one like THIS?"

"An Elite," comes the quiet response.

"Whoever it was...was a monster."

"That I won't argue with. I'll have to report this to the King...so don't be surprised if he makes an appearance to your home."

"Nice," I mutter, "If I already wasn't enough of a pariah."

"Tora, people are afraid of you...that's why they stay away. You don't exactly have a reputation for being kind or gentle."

"Being kind and gentle gets people killed," I tell him sourly.

"On a battlefield, yes, I will agree with that...but this isn't the same thing. Just...take care of him, Tora. I know it's an imposition but he NEEDS someone to look after him."

I groan again and wonder what deity was laughing at me over this because I am sure one WAS. "Fine, fine. I got it; protect him and his unborn whelp."

"Let me know when he goes into labor, alright?"

"Like I want to bring a child into the world MYSELF," I snarl at him, "What the FUCK do I LOOK like?"

"Temper, temper, Tora."

I was REALLY glad when the male gets out of my home because I was definitely in the mood to hurt someone and he made a REALLY good target. However, once he IS gone, I realize that left me alone with the male...Bardock on my bed. I look at him and sigh softly. "Thanks," I say to his unconscious form, "Because I was in need of more stress." It was kind of pathetic of me to blame HIM for getting hurt but I was tired and not in the mood for more WORK.

I sigh and settle myself in for the long task of cleaning the male up. Someone really HAD taken out some frustration and anger on him. The lower, I move, the angrier I become. When I gently push his thighs apart, I was more than willing to kill the bastard who had thought that THIS was an acceptable way to treat someone. 'You really had no luck did you?' I thought to myself as I continued trying not to focus too much on the dried liquids mixed on his inner thighs and down his legs. It would help no one for me to lose my temper. Once he's cleaned, I carefully apply what was left for me to the various cuts, scrapes, and gashes. That he was healing so slowly told me that it was bad. That he couldn't be moved to a tank was even worse. Whoever had done this...hadn't meant for him to survive it. It made me wonder if it was the same male who sired the child he carried. It was NOT a pleasant thought...but it wouldn't leave me alone. It made me feel worse considering that the medic had probably been right. Only a strong elite would have been able to do this to Bardock. No one else dared with the male's reputation for being a deadly adversary.

Once he's properly bandaged, I carefully change the sheets beneath him and then tuck a blanket around him. Maybe now I could get a little bit of sleep before he actually woke up. I leave my door open so that if he does, I'd be more likely to hear him and lie down on a couch. This wasn't going to be comfortable but...my bed was occupied so it would have to do. As I closed my eyes, I found myself wondering for what seemed like the millionth time why I had bothered going there in the first place.
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