My Arrogant Prince
By: Chibi Kakarotto Koi or Chibi Koi no Kakarotto
(I had forgotten to put this Ý here the last time! Forgetful me!)
I don't care which one you call me, I like them both…
Author's Note
Obviously I've decided to write another chapter! After those lovely reviews, how could I not? I'm sorry it took so long… My computer erased the whole bloody original chapter, so I had to start over from scratch…And then I had to get off the thing without getting to complete the chapter… And then I got a little lazy… --¿
But I still warn you, that more than likely this will never get finished, as I just don't think I have the ability to.. I'm hoping I am wrong, because I so do want to put this out in the world. I want to finish this, but I don't think it will add up to all the great stories out there…
I want to say thank you to The Chi Chi Slaughter House, if only to say that I want to dedicate this to her, for all the good ideas I've gotten from reading 'No Title As Yet'. Its one of my favourites, I have to tell ya!
Also I want to thank my other reviewer, suisheu, for reviewing as well!
I don't want to disappoint you, so I just want you to know this before hand, please understand that I don't know if this will ever be completed…
Disclaimer
I don't own the Dragonball Z characters, but I would definitely loooovvvvveeee to own Vegeta and Kakarotto… coughs Excuse me, Goku… Also, I have to warn you all, I never did see all of Dragonball or Dragonball Z, or that horrid rendition called Dragonball GT… WHERE'D THEY GET THE NERVE TO CUT POOR ICKLE Veggie'S HAIR???? Also, I do not own the below lyrics… They are 'Kryptonite' by '3 Doors Down.'
Warnings
Rape, abuse, Chi Chi bashing, Yaoi between Goku and Vegeta (if I ever get that far, mind you), and maybe a little Goten and Trunks in the near future? Dominance and Submission and many things, if I ever truly do get this off the ground…
You called me strong,
You called me weak,
But still your secrets I will keep…
You took for granted all the times,
I never let you down…
You stumbled in and bumped your head,
If not for me then you would be dead…
I picked you up,
And put you back on solid ground…
By 3 Doors Down 'Kryptonite'
Chapter Two
A Painful Guise
(Goku's Point of View)
I don't know how long it took, but I finally returned from my coma-like rest… When I did, all I could wonder was how I couldn't remember all this, and why, if Chi Chi had been able to use the Dragonballs without anyone else's knowledge? No one ever said anything about not being able to use them within the last few years… The Kais would have told me something by now… I pulled my legs to me, wrapping my tail around myself to gather some form of comfort…
How had I let this happen?
I don't know how long I stayed in this position, but I finally decided I had to go somewhere. I finally got the brilliant idea to hide out at my Grandpa's old house… It might still be up. I wanted to be somewhere comforting and familiar for a while… The only emotions in me were hurt and this creeping numbness…
I tried to take off into the air, but my strength wasn't up to it and I almost plummeted to the ground. I caught myself in time and just stayed close to the ground as I made my slow and numb way in the direction of my childhood home. It would be welcoming. It would bring me back to the days before I met Bulma and everyone else. Before I ever thought the Dragonballs as a tool.
It took a long time, but I finally made it to the rundown shack. It was in bad repair and practically in ruins, but it was still standing. Forestry was growing over it, but it wasn't too bad. To stay in for a while, at least. I walked carefully on the badly squeaking floorboards, some feeling a little too weak to hold my weight, but those I tried to avoid.
The three-room house was obviously abandoned, as I hade not done anything to leave it protected since I suddenly up and left. Dust covered everything, and there was a spoiled and rotting smell coming from the area I remembered my younger self using as a kitchen-type area. No doubt I had left food. I decided to ignore it for a while and made for one of the other rooms. One had been our room, the other our sitting and resting area.
That had been where I kept the Dragonball after he died. I walked into the room, hoping I had left some type of thing I could use for bedding. I found old animal skins piled together, and not caring for anything else, fell to them and curled into a ball, familiar old scents surrounding me as I wrapped my tail around myself to try and stifle the painful feelings lurking in my mind. And then…
I fell into a troubled dream of when I was younger…
But it was a lot different than what I remember of my childhood.
For one thing, I didn't remember some of the things that were shown…
It's almost like it's a part of myself I had forgotten long ago…
(Normal Point of View)
He opened his eyes from he cryogenically induced sleep as the pod doors opened with a hiss of releasing air. The scanners had configured that the planet's atmosphere was much similar to that of Vegeta-sai, however, the gravitation was much more lighter. How could those¾ what were they again, Earthlings?¾ stand this lightness about them? He unbuckled, but tripped slightly out of the pod. He looked around. The planet was¾
"Peaceful. How pathetic. These creatures must be really weak…" The strangely young, but obviously intelligent child, seemingly no older than three (A/n: umm? I'm not exactly familiar with that part of his story… Sorry… Just pretend that on Vegeta-sai that their child grow slowly and are highly intelligent… Obviously they most be if Vegeta came out as alright as he is! ) years old said without using his scanner that covered his right eye with a green screen, but when he spoke it wasn't in any of the native languages from the planet. He turned back to the pod, flipping switches labelled in an unfamiliar, but fascinatingly pleasant writing and then a scratching sound, slightly high, came from the pod, much like a microphone's fizzing sound. He spoke then, in his tongue of his species.
"Date (A/n: I don't know timeline dates or anything, so I'm making something up… sorry) of the Hundredth and thirteenth year of His Majesty, King Vegeta of the House Vegeta of the Mazu Gouzoku family…" and with a long pause, for though he remembered his teachings he did have a personal feeling of dislike to the horrid ice-jin, even without meeting the creature, "And of Lord Frieza. This is Third Class Saiyajin, Kakarotto, son of Bardock, of the family motif of Akaaka (A/n: I made this up to help the story… It means Bright Reddish in Japanese. I don't know about Bardock (Dock), but the names Radditz (Radish) and Kakarotto (Carrot) have to do with the colour red/ orange, depending on who you are so I just went with that for a last name). I have made it to the planet, in the far quadrants of the Frieza Empire, file named E454C22. The Planet's atmosphere reads 78 percent nitrogen, 28 percent oxygen, 0.9 percent argon, 0.03 percent carbon dioxide, and trace amounts of other gases…" He continued reading out what the Pod said and what he could detect for thirty minutes, giving his first report on the planet. Soon he would search the planet for its population, see if any were strong or good enough for slavery, and then kill the others.
After finishing the report he began to explore the surroundings a little more closely. The vegetation was almost the same as Vegeta-sai, but with slight colour variation and shape differences. He noticed that the water, instead of the beautiful red he had learned from his pod that his planets' water was, it was clear and had a slight blue tinge to it. He noticed some flying animals and just one sun. He continued away from his pod, not worrying, since his scanner could show him where it was if he needed to get back.
Soon his wanderings brought him to a wooden cabin-like structure, with a smokestack with grey smoke billowing out. 'Ah, my first experience with one of the populace,' he thought with bloody delight. He twiddled with a knob on his scanner to see the power level of the individual inside. He knew the person to be male and along only because of his sense of smell. The power readings were lower than his, otherwise he wouldn't be on this planet, but significantly high.
Hmm… Perhaps he would do as a slave? He wasn't sure, but didn't think over it too long. Suddenly he moved into a defensive stance. The person was coming out of his house.
He looked weak! And he also looked similar to Saiyajin's
But his scanner had told a different story. He dropped the defensive stance quickly, trying to look blank. The man called out to him in a slightly funny language. It sounded like a sub-language of one of the farther planets that was in Frieza's Sector. He only knew this because while in the pod while asleep the computers had been teaching him ever since he left Vegeta-sai.
It had been maybe seven space cycles (A/n: I have no clue in Hell what I'm talking about. Just look at it like this… one cycle equals a year and a half in Earth years… So Kakarotto is nine and a half Earth years old… He bumped his head a quarter of an Earth year and forgot everything, and thinks he's been with his "Grandpa" his whole life, okay? I think he meets Bulma when he's eleven Earth years right? His Grandpa had died sometime that I don't know, but he dies just a year before Kakarotto meets her in this story, okay?) since he had been born on Vegeta-sai and sent on his mission, this mission, to purge the planet of its populace and wait for Vegeta-sai to get his beacon from his pod to come and collect him. It had taken him a long time to get there, but he planned to complete this mission. He thought to the language that was like the one the man was speaking and he slowly tested this out.
"H-hello, I aim lost." He said shakily. He knew some of the words were a little messed up, but hoped he had gotten it right. The old man seemed to not have a problem with this and carefully walked up to the child, bending down to meet him eye-to-eye.
"Ah! So you do understand me, child," the man started (A/n: I am sorry, I can't remember Kakarotto's Grandpa very well, so I'm not sure if I got his way of speaking or actions down right…) in a soothing voice, "You're lost, are you? Can you tell me your name, Child? Mine is Son Gohan." He said.
"I, I-I don't remember…" Kakarotto said in a worried voice, although in side his mind he was grinning like the proverbial Cheshire cat who ate the canary, but he didn't know this saying. Son Gohan lifted the boy into his arms and looked around worriedly, wondering where the boy's parents could have been.
"Do you mean to say you don't know where your parents are?" Gohan said in a worried voice. Kakarotto bit his lip, making him look miserable.
"I don't remember!" He said with a wail, and burst into tears. 'I never knew I was a good faker like this (A/n: He doesn't know the word for actor yet…).' he thought with a feral grin. Gohan carried him into his house, deciding to take the boy in, or at least until the boy's parents came back, or he remembered something…
(Normal Point of View, but Starting with Son Gohan)
The boy was very harsh in his manners, and obviously was very strong. It came to a shock for Gohan to learn of the boy's tail. He allowed it, not saying anything. He disappeared to the pod every day, recording his findings, and probably was a little ill-tempered to the old man, but it was his nature, and he was getting restless, but had wanted to learn as much as possible before going on with his purge. But that all changed with one day…
(Normal Point of View, but Starting with Kakarotto)
He was coming back to the cabin, after his normal recording session, with his tail, for once, not wrapped around his waist but free to dance around. He had stopped using the scanner the day Gohan had found him, not wanting to have to answer any questions, though strangely, the man, though obviously intelligent, didn't question him as much as he expected. He normally kept his tail around his waist for protection and safe reasons, but today he was feeling just a little too relaxed. That's why he had ignored his sense of smell when disaster hit him. He had thought the creature just something passing through, and his hearing had said as much, but it was obviously more intelligent than he had given him.
Underestimation.
Something that a Saiyajin rarely did twice after learning from a previous learning experience. And something that all seemed to learn very quickly. And it just happened to be the day that Kakarotto, now named "Goku" to Gohan, though he shuttered every time the name was spoken, would learn a lesson that would, unknowingly, be engraved into his being forever…
(Normal Point of View)
The only warning he got was a twig snapping, which right away had him whirling around to try and meet with what was in back of him. This was a little faster than a normal humans speed with turning, but no one was there at the moment… He had enough time to raise his hands in defence before the weight of the large cat slammed into him, making him grunt as he fell and got off one shot of chi before the back of his head meet and became great friends with Mr. I'm-a-Sharp-Pointy-Rock, and he was out like a light.
It was a good thing that Gohan, who had completed his chores he had had that day, had decided to meet the boy half way from the direction he always returned to the house from. And he was just turning around the bend when he saw the large cat snarl and completely jump the obviously now unconscious boy. Hurrying to his rescue, he fought the great cat off of who he considered a surrogate-Grandchild, since he had no more family that he wanted to mention…
After a slightly difficult time, he finally killed the great cat, and hurriedly picked up the boy, although it was wrong to move someone that was injured, in fear that you would just make it worse if you did so, he carried the boy to his house, and laid him onto his own new bed of skins. He tried everything that he could think of that could help the blood from flowing so freely, under one technique finally worked. After that, he only needed to worry about what the injury had done to the boy. He was no fool. He knew that there was more than likely going to be some complications…
He just hoped that the boy remembered himself this time…
(Normal Point of View, but Starting with Kakarotto)
The boy woke up, and when he looked around he noticed that Gohan was sitting, Indian-style, right next to his bed.
"Grandpa Gohan!" He said cheerfully. This startled the old man into waking up with a start. He blinked a couple of times before looking down at the boy.
"Goku! Your alright. What did you say?" His brain had finally caught up with the words that had sprang out of the boy's mouth. Goku (A/n: For now on in this chapter he'll be known as shudders Goku… That way, I don't have to constantly call him boylooked at his Grandpa in bewilderment.
"I called you Grandpa Gohan… Isn't that what you are?" Goku said, scratching his head in confusion at the odd behaviour of his (supposed) Grandpa. Gohan mentally sighed. Goku obviously didn't remember who he was originally.
'Andnow this time he only remembers that he is Goku and that I'm Gohan, although I don't know why he added "Grandpa" to the name. He must be trying to fill in what he's lost, and I'm the only one who supposedly he knows,' Gohan thought reasonably. And he was, of course right.
Soon after that, Gohan learned of Goku's power, although the boy didn't seem to know. When Goku finally got up the nerve to ask why he had a tail and Gohan didn't, he made something up. He also gave him the warning to never look directly at the moon, or something terrible would happen. Goku, now obviously and totally an opposite from what he had been, stayed around the house most times, starting to learn a little Marital Arts from Gohan. And when he was sure that nothing else terrible would befall his surrogate Grandson, he showed Goku the four-star Dragonball, telling him that it was a wondrous thing, and that they had to protect it from ever being stolen.
Goku took to this like flies to honey. He loved that Grandpa Gohan trusted him so much to share this secret with him. But then tragedy struck. One full moon night, Goku accidentally looked into the moons light and chaos happened.
(Normal Point of View)
He never learned, until later, what really happened. He never learned, until later, that he had been the cause of his "Grandpa Gohan's" death. He just protected the Dragonball with everything he had, learning to fend for himself. He never wondered what was outside the little area that he had dwelled in for so long. That is, until a teenaged, hormone-crazed Bulma Briefs came screeching into his life…. And had had been different ever since…
Author's Note
So? How was it? I hope you liked it! I think I'll be able to be happy with how this turned out… It seems just a little bit better the second time around, although I lost quite a few things that I had been planning to bring up in this chapter… But I can't remember them at the moment…
I hope you like this and review! I haven't checked if there was anyone else who had reviewed, so sorry if I missed anyone! Thanks again, Kerry! I can't wait to find out what happens in your new ficcie!
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