Thanks for all the reviews on the last chapter. You guys have got no idea how awesome they feel.
The chapter is a bit of Prince Vegeta ruffling Kakarot's feathers. Hahahaha. I'm so mean sometimes. But only in the beginning. This chapter takes on a completely new direction and sets the foundations for a few things. Well actually the previous chapter set a few foundations as well. Let's see where they go. Hopefully it's not too confusing. I get it but not everyone always gets where I'm going.
Nana is a play on Banana. Before you all yell at me Bil is totally derived from food. It comes from Biltong, a South African food thing. It's delicious.
As for the swords I didn't explain them in great detail because I'm not sure how many people know sword terminology. So I left it to your imagination.
Chapter 12.
Kakarot watched the pod blast away yet he remained where he was long after the trail of the pod's trajectory had disappeared.
"Miss you already dad." he sighed before walking back to the landing bay entrance where Prince Vegeta was watching him thoughtfully.
"You really are attached to your father aren't you?" Prince Vegeta asked attentively.
"Yes, why wouldn't I be?" Kakarot replied somewhat morbidly.
"It's not Sayian like." Prince Vegeta replied as though it were obvious.
"And I suppose you and your brother are very Sayian like." Kakarot muttered under his breath, "Who are we to dictate what is and isn't Sayian like. Everyone breaks one or another or the rules."
"True, but only the imbeciles get caught." Prince Vegeta said with a shrug.
"We resume our training tomorrow." Kakarot said before taking off into the air, not really in the mood for company.
Bardock had stayed for two days at the palace. The second had been spent with his son. They had mainly spoken about the current situation that they now found themselves in. Bardock was mainly interested in the Prince's personality.
Kakarot had told him his theories, that the Prince was only like that for appearances. He believed that the Prince was really a nice guy but had been forced to suppress his true intentions due to the Sayian expectations. He told his father that everyone expecting Prince Vegeta to kill Frieza was ludicrous. No one knew how strong Frieza really was and there was no way to make them realise it so as a direct result Prince Vegeta didn't know exactly what he was up against. He concluded to his father that Prince Vegeta's only hope was the Super Sayian ascension of Legend but that was a stretch since no one actually knew how it was done. No one even knew what it looked like.
Bardock had been given a new assignment rather quickly after his training with the Prince. He told Kakarot before he left that he suspected that the King did not enjoy it. He had winked when he had said it, indicating that he was amused by the situation.
Kakarot was not.
"Wake up Kakarot." The Prince grumbled while shaking the sleeping boy.
When he got no response he scowled before promptly lifting Kakarot by the ankle and tossing him into the air.
"WHAAAAAA!"
"Good, you're up. Time to go." The Prince said simply.
"But the sun isn't even awake yet." Kakarot pouted.
"Pay back is a bitch now move it."
Kakarot yawned and reluctantly got off the bed he had landed back on. Prince Vegeta was standing in the shadows leaning against the wall, watching, Kakarot presumed to make sure he didn't go back to bed.
"So where are we training today?" Kakarot asked around a yawn as he hunted in the poor lighting for his armour.
"I thought that was your department." Prince Vegeta drawled amused by Kakarot's misfortunes.
Kakarot stubbed his toe and stumbled, his arms flailing about to try and keep his balance. He eeped just as he thought he was about to hit the floor. He was more than surprised though when he didn't. He felt pressure around his waist and looked down to see the Prince's tail wrapped securely around his waist. He looked in confusion behind him, only now registering the heat radiating off of the Prince's body.
"Wouldn't want you to hit your head and get a concussion. You wouldn't be able to train then now would you?" Prince Vegeta smirked.
Kakarot gulped and shook his head quickly. He regained his balance but the Prince's tail lingered, almost caressing him as it left its position from around his waist. Huh what was that all about? Kakarot shook his head. He must be imagining it.
"Hay Kakarot?" Prince Vegeta suddenly asked, his voice seeming to come from right next to Kakarot making the poor disoriented Sayian jump.
"Yeah–" Kakarot started but couldn't finish as the breath whooshed from his lungs as he was spun around and pinned to the wall.
Prince Vegeta's predatory grin gleamed in the darkness and Kakarot's confusion grew. What was the Prince up to? He was in a weird mood today. Perhaps this was some weird training.
"What do you know of female Sayians?" The Prince asked leaning in closer to Kakarot.
"Not much really, why?" Kakarot replied with even more confusion.
"So you don't know about the mating rituals and the courtship expectations?" Prince Vegeta continued, his voice low.
"Not really. Dad's off world too much to teach me and Radditz doesn't bother." Kakarot replied.
"Hn. That idiot probably doesn't even know himself." Prince Vegeta muttered, "Anyways, so this," The Prince continued using his tail to gesture at the space, well lack thereof, between them, "Doesn't affect you?"
"I don't know, should it?" Kakarot squeaked.
"And what about this?" Prince Vegeta asked in a low purr, his tail moving around them both to caress Kakarot's tail.
Kakarot began to whimper despite his best efforts to hide it. His spine was tingling in a way it had never before and he was only growing more confused. In response Prince Vegeta chuckled, his voice far deeper than usual.
"W-what's h-hitch-appening?" Kakarot gasped out.
"What do you think is happening?" Prince Vegeta all but purred.
"I don't know." Kakarot said on an almost wail.
Prince Vegeta regarded him carefully for a moment before pulling back, without his support Kakarot falling to the floor. Before Kakarot had figured out quite which way was up Prince Vegeta started to roar with cruel cold laughter.
"You should see yourself. It's pathetic." Prince Vegeta gasped out, "Just so you know, your Ki was doing all sorts of interesting things."
"I'll bet." Kakarot muttered getting to his feet, his face flaming.
He might not understand the situation but he did understand that Prince Vegeta had been mocking him. He glanced down in horror when he realised that he now had a painfully throbbing erection. He gulped as his heart began to race faster than what it had been doing and glanced over his shoulder at a still chortling Prince. There was no way he could train like this. Even if he did manage to change and start training, he had nothing but Sayian armour to wear. That didn't exactly hide his dilemma. The Prince had caused this, but how would he react to it?
"What's the matter now?" Prince Vegeta huffed, noticing that Kakarot was standing too still.
"Uh, uhm n-nothing." Kakarot stammered out quickly.
"Yeah right." Prince Vegeta growled walking around to face Kakarot who promptly turned around to face the other way.
"Oh come on, you can't be mad at me for THAT." Prince Vegeta snorted.
"I-I'm not mad." Kakarot tried to sound earnest about it while adding under his breath, "but you just might be."
Prince Vegeta knew exactly what was wrong. He'd gone through puberty himself so he wasn't a stranger to the Sayian body. He smirked wondering just how this situation was going to end. He certainly hadn't planned this when he'd entered the room but the opportunity had been too sweet to miss. Having had fun earlier, Prince Vegeta decided to have some more.
"Kakarot." He purred leaning towards the smaller Sayian who froze immediately.
Prince Vegeta stepped closer to the younger Sayian, his arm snaking around his waist and pulling him closer. Kakarot was trembling but that might have been from any number of things. He hadn't reacted violently thus far so perhaps he wouldn't just yet.
"Seems you have a problem, several actually. Perhaps I should help you out there." Prince Vegeta continued.
"What do you mean?" Kakarot managed to say, and without stuttering.
"Well if one did this," Vegeta whispered, his hand gently gripping the base of Kakarot's tail and sliding slowly up to the tip, "The results are almost always this."
Kakarot moaned deeply and fell to his knees before he could stop any of it. Prince Vegeta sat down behind him and pulled the practically boneless and panting boy into his lap. The room was starting to get the greyish hue of early morning. He'd have to hurry if he didn't want to attract the attention of the unwanted kind.
"And if you do this," Prince Vegeta stroked the skin just under Kakarot's tail causing the young helpless Sayian to cry out and arch his back, his eyes squeezing shut tightly.
"Lastly, if you want to end things rather quickly, you do this." Prince Vegeta murmured taking the tip of Kakarot's tail into his mouth and sucking. Kakarot's eyes flew open and the Prince saw the pupils dilate to tiny barely there black dots nanoseconds before Kakarot yelled incoherent words and he ejaculated. Prince Vegeta knew that for just a moment Kakarot's heart and ceased to beat before suddenly racing at incredible speeds. He also knew something that Kakarot did not. The sucking of a Sayian tail was seen as the ultimate intimate act. He, as the Prince had never done it to a female Sayian lover. Hopefully Kakarot would never come to see it as more than the game it had been.
"Hn, so weak." Prince Vegeta murmured as he stroked the hair away from Kakarot closed eyes.
He stood and put Kakarot back on the bed, noting that he wouldn't be moving around anytime soon.
"See you at breakfast runt. Don't be late." Prince Vegeta said with a smirk before leaving the room.
Prince Vegeta jerked awake with a gasp. His heart was pounding in his chest and his breathing was so harsh his throat was parched. What the hell had just happened? He couldn't be having those kinds of dreams. It just wasn't right.
Why had he done that? His intentions had been to go and train early, but when Kakarot had started to fall he'd acted almost on instinct. What the hell was happening? If he started to avoid the brat Kakarot would get confused and start to ask question, maybe to the wrong people. So he couldn't avoid him. If he asked questions and any normal Sayian would, then Prince Vegeta decided that he'd pretend it was all a test of self-control which Kakarot had failed miserably. In reality any Sayian, even the strongest would've failed that test. Himself included.
He jerked his thoughts to a halt. He was obsessing over a dream? Come on. He didn't need to analyse a situation that had never happened. What was wrong with him?
Prince Vegeta stayed in his room, sitting unnaturally still against the door as his mind automatically followed Kakarot's Ki. It was erratic and not at all stable. What was he dreaming about? Or was his perception being warped due to his own racing thoughts? Kakarot's Ki was starting to steady though, he'd be waking up soon. He'd be getting up and he'd be ready to get moving, go train. That much was certain. What was unknown was if he'd notice the sudden difference in his behaviour. Would he see the calculating and speculative stares the Prince gave him, as he was sure he no doubted would?
Prince Vegeta got to his feet when he felt Kakarot's Ki start to move away from his room. His room was far closer to the dining hall than Kakarot's so even if he dawdled he'd still get there before the runt. His thoughts stuttered at the insult. Could he really think of Kakarot that way anymore? And why the hell was it that he could sense Kakarot's Ki without any trouble? It was as natural to him as breathing.
Prince Vegeta shook his head once, violently, as though it could dislodge the swirling thoughts from his mind. He decided that he'd only ever refer to the earlier dream should it happen to fall into his favour to do so. Which would be never.
Kakarot sensed that the Prince was already in the dining hall. They would be getting back to their training today. That would make the Prince happy. Kakarot would be glad to get out of the palace. The place was just so stuffy and cold. There was nothing in there that spoke of a pleasent place to live.
He would wait, wait and see what the Prince did before he decided on what to do next. For now he was hungry and food was waiting for him. It'd be very un-Sayian like, not to mention rude, to ignore it.
"Oi, Kakarot! Hurry up. I still want to get some training done today." Prince Vegeta yelled from the door.
"Prince Vegeta, your father has requested that you do a progress evaluation today. You know how those go." Nappa said with a barely discernible sneer, his tone disrespectful to all those who knew to look for it.
Progress evaluation. Great. Prince Vegeta snarled at Nappa who visibly quailed. Yes, he did know how those went. They took the whole day. There went another day of training. Great, great, great, just gloriously fantastic. Prince Vegeta's silent fuming was cut short by the sudden realisation that Kakarot was standing in front of him. He looked at the Sayian and saw the hesitantance in his eyes.
"Hn. Looks like you have the day to yourself brat. Do what the hell you want. Unfortunately I still answer to that fool." Prince Vegeta stated so that only Kakarot really heard him.
He spun on his heel, his cape flicking out dramatically and exited the room without another word.
Kakarot stood still for a moment as he decided just what exactly he was going to do now. Well there was one thing he'd always wanted to do but was previously unable to do so due to his low class rank. He looked down at the unmarked, almost royal looking armour he wore and smiled. With a mischievous chuckle he made up his mind.
He walked out the dining hall and went to the nearest window before blasting out of it. A Sayian did not have any understanding of currency. Their life style was determined by their rank. As a low class he'd never been allowed much. Now though they really couldn't tell the difference. It was just another reminder of their flaw as a race.
Kakarot was going to enjoy today. He flew right into the heart of the city, landing on the ground carefully so as not to disturb the ground. Although many of the Sayians were off world, it was still busy in the major cities of the planet.
Kakarot grinned in glee. What to do first? He ran over to a store and looked in at the window. A food store! He looked at the menu on the wall and saw that it was pretty standard stuff. Nothing exciting in there. He hurried to the next store and looked in. This was an accessory store!
He decided to go in and look around. He opened the door and was about to step in when he was suddenly whipped off his feet. He wiggled in the grasp of the Sayian that had grabbed him by the back of the armour.
"What you doing outta training whelp?"
"I got the day off." Kakarot replied.
"Ohkay, I'll pretend to believe that. What you doing wearing armour. Trainees don't get armour."
"Fair enough. But I don't train with the other Sayians. The armour is so that I can take the beating for longer." Kakarot lied, sort of.
"Hahaha, yeah sure kid, but you know what you don't look like no elite I ever saw. . ." The Sayian said thoughtfully, "Oi Nana, come check this kid out. He looks familiar but I aien't so good with faces. You come tell me."
A female Sayian standing across the street looked up at the name and scowled at the Sayian holding onto Kakarot.
"What do you want Bil? Leave the kid alone. If he says it's his off day, then it's his off day. Maybe he's playing dress up. Who cares?" Nana replied walking over to them.
"I got it!" Bil said happily snapping his fingers and totally ignoring what Nana had said.
"Doesn't he look like that Bardock guy?" Bil asked offering Kakarot up to Nana who was glaring at Bil.
Kakarot noted that both of them were elite soldiers. His father's fame wasn't lost on him. He'd have to think fast.
"Oh please, that third class weakling. I don't fight like no third class scum." Kakarot growled doing his best to impersonate the elite children he had briefly trained with.
"Yeah kid, you should show some respect. That Bardock guy is legend. His name blazes in glory in all the minds of every low class and third class Sayian. Too bad I hear his son is such a disappointment, both of them." Bil said sarcastically with a cruel laugh.
Kakarot tried his best not to show the anger he was feeling.
"Put me down you idiot." Kakarot said instead, putting as much venom into that statement as possible.
The elite was so surprised that he did.
"You know what Bil, the kid is right. You are an idiot. Look at his armour. That kind of stuff isn't exactly lying around you know. How the hell did you think he was lying? You'll be lucky if you aren't killed for your insolence." Nana scolded starting to look fearful.
Getting confused now, Kakarot looked down at the armour. He knew it meant high ranking but why did she look so scared. She was an elite, raised to feel superior, even to the Sayians around her.
"Prince's property are you." Bil said slowly with a careful nod that could've been a once over.
"Oh! So that's what this thing means. Huh. What do you know. He never told me that." Kakarot said with a happy grin.
"So what's your power level kid?" Nana asked.
Sayians always gave their power level when asked because if they didn't it just became a simple matter of pressing the button on the scouter and it was displayed anyways. For Kakarot though, it was another matter entirely. Should he lie? Possibly best.
"Uhm, last reading was at about 10 000 or so." Kakarot replied looking thoughtful.
The elites recoiled in shock.
As far as the Sayians knew, the King was standing at 10 000 to 15 000. Nappa was widely known to be 12 000. Prince Vegeta was also a question as being somewhere between 15 000 and 20 000. Kakarot knew it to be slightly higher than that.
"Don't lie kid." Nana said sternly.
"I'm not. Do you really think the Prince would make me his property if I wasn't worth something to him?" Kakarot replied.
"He has a point." Bil muttered.
"So can I go now? This is really a day off for me and I don't think I'll be getting any more any time soon." Kakarot asked with a sigh.
"Yeah, whatever kid." Nana said smacking Bil upside the head when he opened his mouth to protest.
"Thanks!" Kakarot said before entering the shop he'd been going to earlier.
He looked around and noticed the stuff was all fighting related. There were bandages, Gi, Gi add-ons, level rank badges . . . It was all so new. Kakarot walked over to a display that held weapons. Oh these were great. Every item had a badge on it. Each badge represented its worth and which rank of soldier could have it. Had the Prince ever trained with these before?
Kakarot carefully lifted one of the items on display. It was beautiful. Could he have it? By all rights, no he couldn't. He was still a low class Sayian, classified at birth and forever to remain as such. With a heartfelt sigh he placed it back down just as carefully.
"You could have that sword boy if you so truly desired it. You have the right rank." The shopkeeper suddenly piped up.
"No, sword smith, I may not." Kakarot replied turning and bowing in respect to the old Sayian warrior behind the little counter. He was too old to fight but too Sayian like to do nothing. So he had chosen a profession that suited him and his Sayian lust. He had chosen to create weapons of war. Objects of great deadly beauty.
"I know who you really are boy. I made that sword so it is by law my property. You may have it. Think of it as a reward for not taking something that you easily could have. Oh and take its twin for that brat Prince of ours. I suspect you two will need them on this fool's errand you've chosen to follow." The older Sayian barked gruffly.
Kakarot bowed lowly again and very carefully picked up the sword, this time taking the other with him. They were identical in every way, apart from the colour.
He strapped one to his back and the other around his waist, just under his tail. Kakarot turned to leave the store but the old Sayian stopped him with a few last words.
"You look after those brat." He said sternly, "They also say that swords can keep Ki in them as a sort of reserve or for that extra oomph when you need it most."
"Yes sir." Kakarot said with a smile before walking out and blasting into the air far faster than he had arrived.
He went directly to the palace and to his room, planning on giving the sword to Prince Vegeta as a surprise. He wondered which colour was better suited for the Prince. There was a red one, red as the blood that pulsed through them all, giving them life. Then there was the black one, like the very night that surrounded them at the end of each day. The scabbard had a yellow disc at the top, representing the sacred and most beloved full moon. Which one was the right one for Prince Vegeta?
Kakarot landed in his room and carefully took both swords off, placing them on his bed. He lifted the red one and drew the blade, studying the etchings on the blade. Sayian ruins, long since forgotten but not completely.
Pride above all else.
While that was true for the Prince. He was the proudest Sayian on the planet. Then again he had a harder life than the rest of them.
Swords were handy in battle because they had the ability to channel the wielder's Ki. In some cases it also amplified the charge. These blades were as such. Kakarot also noted that these had the ability to store Ki. That was rare. These were swords worthy of royals. So why had the Sayian let him have it?
Kakarot took the blade into his hands and concentrated. He concentrated his Ki into the purest form he could before sending it into the sword. There would come a day when he would need it more than he did today. He did the same for the other, trying to cram as much of his energy as he could into the swords without shattering them.
With a grin he put the swords under his bed. Somehow that felt right, for now. He then hopped back out the window and headed back for the city. He felt a little tired but it was in the good kind of way. Kind of like a really strenuous exercise routine. However he wasn't going to miss out on the opportunity to see the city through the eyes of an elite.
Kakarot hummed to himself as he ate the sugary yet light substance. He'd given in only when it came to food. The rest of the things he'd left well enough alone. He didn't even look too long afraid that someone else might recognise him.
His happy go lucky mood instantly vanished when a familiar Ki brushed his mind. Prince Vegeta and by the feel of it, he was angry, extremely angry, but he was still at the palace. No, now his Ki was jumping all over the place. What was going on?
Kakarot jumped in shock when two elite soldiers that wore the palace guard uniforms landed not far away. They landed with an intensity that cracked the ground and shattered windows. Kakarot felt his heart speed. What was going on?
The two Sayian guards scanned the crowds with deadly glares. Their eyes zeroed in on Kakarot and they immediately started to make their way over to him.
Kakarot was too shocked to move, much less sense the danger he was now in.
"What HAVE YOU DONE!" Prince Vegeta screamed in a near uncontrollable rage.
Nappa flinched away but stood his ground.
"I simply gave the King my analysis of your progress as I saw it." Nappa growled in reply.
"You fool. You have no idea what you have done and this time I won't forgive you." Prince Vegeta whispered, the panic finally starting to sink into his rage filled thoughts as he frantically tried to focus on his father's Ki.
Nappa looked at him in confusion but that didn't last long as Prince Vegeta closed his eyes and simply, uncaringly, blasted him to a mere pile of ash. The Sayians in the room all pressed against the wall in fear but they didn't dear make a move for the door, fearing that it would bring the Prince's attention to them.
What had Nappa done? Nappa had given the report as it suited him best. Yet, now the game Prince Vegeta seen as so amusing when the stupid tests had begun were now crashing around him in complete chaos. So yes it was easy to blame Nappa, a dead Sayian who could no longer defend himself.
. . . . . . but in reality it was he that was to blame.
With a snarl Prince Vegeta blasted straight through the wall. He wouldn't find his father. His mind was far too chaotic for that. Instead he sought out the one Sayian he truly wished to find. One thought kept repeating itself over and over again in his mind. What had he done?
It was supposed to have been a joke. Nothing like this was supposed to have happened. Prince Vegeta could feel something inside of him that he had never felt before and he hated it. He hated this feeling of urgency and lord forbid, pain. Kakarot meant nothing to him. So why was he feeling these things. He didn't even know what it was.
Whatever it was, it only intensified when he felt the spike in Kakarot's Ki. He immediately flew faster. There wasn't any time to waste.
Kakarot was in the city. The centre of the Sayian Empire. Prince Vegeta gasped when he sensed his father's Ki. Finally. It was right there, next to Kakarot's wildly fluctuating Ki. Oh no. . . . .
With a scream of pure seething rage Prince Vegeta flipped through the air and slammed his boots into the head of the Sayian guard holding Kakarot down. He stopped his vicious momentum dead in its tracks so that he was able to spin violently and send the other guard flying to meet the other one.
He landed on the floor in front of Kakarot seething at the floor. Slowly, with barely leashed control he looked up and into his father's eyes.
"You will NOT touch him ever again." Prince Vegeta said lowly, only making that statement that much more dangerous.
"You have forgotten your place Vegeta." The King snapped angrily.
"NO! IT IS YOU WHO HAVE GROWN WEAK! YOU WHO BY RIGHTS SHOULD BE THE ONE TRAINING ME BUT CANNOT BECAUSE OF HOW PATHETIC YOU ARE!" Prince Vegeta screamed his rage finally snapping.
It was a rage he had bottled up for years. His father made to hit him but he stood no chance. Prince Vegeta caught the fist so easily it actually made him want to cry.
"That boy has made you a disgrace to the Sayian people! You have no right to even call yourself a Sayian much less a Prince!" King Vegeta snapped wrenching his hand from the Prince's grasp.
"Were you just looking for an excuse?" Prince Vegeta asked, finally starting to understand.
When the King didn't answer Prince Vegeta turned away from him and looked down at Kakarot who was kneeling on the ground, looking down and trembling. Prince Vegeta knelt down next to him and placed a gloved hand under Kakarot's chin, forcing him to look up.
Blood poured from Kakarot's nose and from a cut just above his eyebrow. His breathing was strained, filled with pain. His eyes were filled with confusion and hurt, but it was not the pain that filled his breaths that reflected in his eyes. No this was the pain of betrayal.
"Why do you let them do this to you?" Prince Vegeta whispered.
"Why do you let them do this to you?" Kakarot repeated, only he wanted a different answer than the one he could give.
"I'll explain later." Prince Vegeta muttered before getting to his feet and pulling Kakarot with him.
"You continue to disgrace yourself and the Sayians. Release the brat and stand aside. You will do as you're told Vegeta. You are not King yet." King Vegeta said angrily.
"As I said, you will not have him." Prince Vegeta replied just as angrily.
"Do you not understand that this is for your own good?" King Vegeta snarled almost pleadingly.
"What? Based upon Nappa's report? That report was a joke." Prince Vegeta sneered.
King Vegeta looked at him in confusion.
"You know father, there really is a lot you need to learn." Prince Vegeta smirked before releasing the restraints he had placed upon his power before the tests had begun.
Scouters all around them bleeped to life and started to register a power that had never before been recorded in Sayian history.
"My own good you say." Prince Vegeta scoffed, "Just look at what he has done for me already father."
"How is this possible?" King Vegeta breathed out in shock.
Prince Vegeta ignored him turning instead back to Kakarot.
"You! Why did you not defend yourself?" The Prince demanded.
Kakarot's eyes were still on the floor. He didn't even react to the Prince's barked command. He had no idea what was going on and all he really wanted right now was to go home. He wanted things to go back to the way they had been before. He just wanted not to be noticed. He needed a break.
"Kakarot!" Prince Vegeta snapped walking closer to the younger Sayian.
"Leave me alone." Kakarot murmured almost inaudibly.
"What did you say!" Prince Vegeta demanded grabbing the top of Kakarot's armour and giving him a little shake.
"I said leave me alone!" Kakarot yelled, his confusion snapping to anger as he slammed his fist into the Prince's face.
Prince Vegeta flew backwards and slammed into a building. Kakarot's anger was directly linked to his Ki as it too spiked up at dramatic speeds. He walked over to where the Prince was picking himself up off the floor.
"You think you can just get whatever you want, no matter the cost to everyone around you. You think you can have it just because you possess more power than the rest of the Sayians. Well guess what my Prince, you can't." Kakarot said coldly.
"I see there's a Sayian in you after all." Prince Vegeta coughed with a laugh.
"Hardly, I just learnt from the best. I just want you to know something. It might not make a difference to you, but it means the world to me. I was happy. Exactly where I had been, I was happy." Kakarot replied his eyes shining with tears.
"You were living a lie." Prince Vegeta snapped.
"It was my lie to live!" Kakarot yelled.
"Your whole life was a joke! Especially your family!" Prince Vegeta yelled back.
Kakarot screamed out his frustration and sprang at the Prince, fighting him for the first time while holding nothing back. Every punch and every kick was a meant to be a word he could not say, a life he could not have.
Prince Vegeta fought back, using everything he knew just to not get hit by the infuriated Sayian. The two blazed across the city, levelling buildings in their destructive battle. Sayians could only watch in awe as the two blurred figures battled out their frustrations and anger. Intensity knew no bounds as the two very well fought for their lives. Most of the Sayians couldn't even see the fight.
Both Kakarot and the Prince landed a devastating blow to the other at the same time. The two spiralled down to the ground, hitting it hard and painfully. Prince Vegeta groaned and rolled over so that he lay on his back. Both of them were gasping for air, staring up at the sky in amazement.
Kakarot suddenly started to laugh. It was weakly at first but soon he was laughing so hard it hurt.
"Feel better?" Prince Vegeta asked.
"Yeah, I do. Thanks." Kakarot replied.
"Any time." Prince Vegeta replied just wanting to go to sleep.
"So you going to explain what that back there was all about?" Kakarot asked.
"Not right now. I need something to eat." Prince Vegeta replied.
"One last thing, why is Prince Tarble with your father?" Kakarot asked.
"He is? Well clearly I don't know the answer to that. It's interesting but not enough that I want to move just yet." Prince Vegeta groaned out.
The two lay silently as the chaos around them fluctuated in tempo. Medic Sayians were brought in to take both of them to the medical bay. Prince Vegeta tried to refuse a rejuvenation tank but reluctantly allowed it when Kakarot reminded him that it would allow him to train faster.
Prince Vegeta thought in complete annoyance that he was never going to get back to his training at this rate.
"When the tests started I had thought it would have been amusing to see how my father reacted should my result be lower than that of my previous test. So I deliberately did worse on everything. Nappa was the one in charge and he made the report seem as though you were the cause of my sudden loss of power. My father got angry and ordered your execution." Prince Vegeta sighed as he watched the sun set.
Kakarot remained silent as he stood next to the Prince, waiting for him to finish.
"Turns out he was just looking for an excuse to get rid of you. He believes that you're influencing me in a bad way, in an un-Sayian like way. He thinks that I am nothing more than a disgrace now but there is nothing that he can do since I and even you are stronger than him. He does however think that he is stronger than your father but he is sorely mistaken." Prince Vegeta continued thoughtfully.
"I'm sorry." Kakarot said softly.
"Why?"
"I am the cause of this." Kakarot sighed.
"Hn, it was a long time coming. You are merely the thing that pushed it over the edge. It could've been anything." Prince Vegeta snorted.
"Ohkay." Kakarot said looking at the sunset as well.
"Tomorrow we are training. No matter if it rains, snows or if the sun is shining. Tomorrow there will be no interruptions. You got that!" Prince Vegeta said.
"Yes sir." Kakarot replied with a grin.
"You got that right." Prince Vegeta approved with a smirk.
