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Immortal Together
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A Dragon Ball Z Fan Fiction
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By: Hatti Lee*
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Also known as:
BelovedAnimosity,
Amalthea*, &
Saiyajin Peach
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Started: 2.22.4
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Author's Notes: Here's chapter two! It's a bit longer because I just had to get Kakarotto into this story... Two chapters without him seemed unthinkable. ^_^ However, don't get your hopes up, he only makes a brief appearance at the end. Anyway, enjoy!
Warnings: IMPORTANT! This fic is yaoi, which means it contains male/male intimacy. Also, this fic contains incest, and is rated R for graphic sexual situations as well as some language. If you're under age, go no further! If you're uncomfortable with any of this, I suggest you go elsewhere!
Disclaimer: Most obviously, I don't own Dragon Ball Z or it's characters. If I did, I wouldn't be here writing fan fiction!
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Chapter II
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During their return, the prince marveled Nappa and Raditz with his abilities. Due to his quick recovery, he could train for hours on end. It was also fascinating when the prince suffered a slight injury and the wound closed almost instantly.
Also, during their return, the three of them grew close. Vejita felt himself in a good mood for the majority of their trip, and he opened up more than he'd ever had. Nappa was delighted, and it turned out Raditz was quite the idiot with a marvelous, dark sense of humor. Strangely, it seemed the three of them had become... Friends.
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A year later, they were entering the grand throne room back on Planet Vejita.
The king looked upon each of them, I assume things went well? He asked, his lips pulled in a crooked grin.
Vejita remained serious, simply bowing and answering, Yes, Sire. With those two little words, the entire room of royals and diplomats and soldiers cheered. The royal family was secure with an immortal king and an immortal heir. Vejita found he could care less. He wanted to train, he wanted to test this new body further.
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Another year passed, and Raditz found himself returning from one of many missions he'd been on since. He passed his quarters and headed for Nappa's. The bulky Saiya-jin answered quickly as if expecting it to be someone else.
Raditz grinned, Thought you had an errand to run?
Nappa stepped out of his little room, growling playfully, Shut up. What are you doing back anyway?
The long-haired warrior shrugged, leaning against the cool wall of the corridor, Things went better than expected. I don't have another mission for a while.
Nappa chuckled, What I wouldn't give. I'm sick of hanging around here.
The prince still insisting you remain? Raditz asked, his voice becoming concerned.
Nappa nodded, Seems I'm the only one he can spar with these days. He's way stronger than me already though. Soon it's be no contest.
It's unbelievable. Where is he anyway?
Nappa outright laughed, Where do you think? They both began towards the training hall. Raditz was bigger, stronger, and bulkier now. At 198 cm, he was a rather impressive fellow. Still, beside Nappa he appeared only average.
Due to the late hour, there were few warriors training. Vejita was there, pushing his muscles to their limits. Both Nappa and Raditz found it utterly amazing that despite the prince's short, lean stature, he was still so powerful, perhaps the strongest on the planet. Many argued, however, that the king was still number one.
Vejita's boots tapped as he dropped to the floor upon sensing the arrival of his friends. It was an ability he'd only recently gained. Familiar ki signatures were easy to detect now. He'd known when Raditz had entered the palace, had known when they'd stepped into the training hall.
They both bowed their heads as the prince approached, Sire, it's late. Haven't you trained enough yet? Raditz asked, a smile tugging at his thin lips.
Vejita snorted, Perhaps this line of thinking is the reason for your weakness, Raditz.
Nappa laughed out, Really though, don't you think it's time you allow your body to rest?
The prince sighed, allowing a slight hint of a smile to touch his lips. They were concerned for the health of his immortal body. Silly fools. He nodded though after a few moments, Hai, I think I shall retire.
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His room was dark as he entered, black once the door slid shut behind him. Still, his Saiya-jin senses allowed him to see much. Instantly, he knew he wasn't alone.
The prince's quarters were much like any other elite's. As much as it angered the king, Vejita insisted he disliked all that gaudiness and elegance. He flicked the light on. There on his narrow, single-size bed, lay a woman, a naked woman. Her skin was pale like nothing he'd ever seen before, and from the neck down, she appeared utterly hairless. The prince was frozen where he stood, unsure of this presence. The woman smiled then, and his heart eased, the tension leaving him all at once. There was no danger here.
She pulled her long legs up and moved into a sitting position, gesturing for him to come close. The prince did just that, coming to stand beside the bed, Who are you? He asked, his voice rough, almost harsh.
She only smiled further, Your destiny. Her voice was soft with a delicateness that screamed sex.
Vejita smirked then, My destiny?
She nodded and reached up, placing her cool hands to his face. He nearly chuckled. This woman was indeed odd, but her beauty held him. Her short, cropped hair as well as her big, innocent eyes were the deepest, darkest black he'd ever seen, and the thought crossed his mind that he couldn't see his reflection there in her eyes like he should.
He no longer wore armor, her hands going to his gloves, removing them slowly, sensually. This woman was good, a pleasure slave no doubt. He'd been with many of them but none like this. Strange, she didn't appear it at all, but her ki felt pure Saiya-jin. He shook the feeling off. Surely not. Saiya-jin were never made pleasure slaves, ever.
He was confused as to how she managed her way into his room, but each time the thought came to him, he shrugged it off. She was so beautiful and alluring, he couldn't imagine turning her away at this point. So, he stood still, allowing her to slowly undress him.
It was the best sex he'd ever had. The woman seemed to have an endless amount of energy. When morning came, the suns rising, Vejita awoke to see the woman curled beside him, wide awake.
She tilted her head then, looking him dead in the eyes, a smile still gracing her lips, Love is coming for you.
Vejita snorted, What a ridiculous notion! Love indeed. Never had he felt such an emotion, for anyone. The prince knew well enough that many of the slave women spoke of love. It was a fantasy though, nonsense.
She smiled, sitting up and moving closer, speaking in that same sexy voice, This love will not be easy. There will be death and blood. The one for you will have an amazingly innocent soul. Hardships will wear and batter it.
Vejita sat up then, taking the woman by the shoulders and holding her at a distance, Enough woman. It's time you be off.
Her smile never faded, only deepened, I'm pregnant.
The prince growled then, tossing the woman off the bed, watching as that stupid expression finally disappeared from her face, You're getting on my nerves. He growled.
The woman brought her knees together and kneeled respectfully as pleasure slaves often do, I do not lie, Sire. I'm with child.
He bellowed, rising and quickly pulling his clothes on. It was simply impossible. Rarely could two different species reproduce. Those that could were known of. Then again, he didn't exactly know what species this woman was. He still got the sense that she was Saiya-jin, or perhaps half. There was one way to be sure though.
Finally dressed, he grabbed her roughly by the arm and dragged her out of the room and down the corridors towards the infirmary. Passing soldiers stared at the naked woman but none dared speak, fearing the prince's wrath. She didn't whine or complain or whimper in fear, and the prince strangely respected her for it.
As he approached the hall that lead down to the training hall, he registered that Nappa and Raditz were there, and as he passed, they called out. Vejita didn't stop though, instead, listening to the sounds of their boots as they caught up.
Nappa questioned, having just noticed the woman.
Reaching the infirmary, Vejita turned, You two stay out here. He growled, and with that he was barging in.
The infirmary was a rather large, very spotless room filled with computers and endless medical tools the prince didn't begin to comprehend. A short alien creature approached, Ah, Sire, how may I be of service?
Vejita shoved the woman to the doctor's feet, She claims she's pregnant.
The doctor's eyes widened, but he quickly hid his surprise, Of course, if you'd please return later, perhaps this evening, we'll know for sure then.
The prince nodded, I want to know everything you can learn of her.
The alien bowed, Yes, of course.
Vejita turned then and left the room as hastily as he'd come.
Nappa watched as the prince stormed about. He and Raditz followed him to the training hall where he worked out ruthlessly. Nappa was thankful the prince didn't ask him to spar.
Raditz stood from the wall, Sire, are you alright?
Vejita stopped instantly in his motions, turning to the two fools,
What happened? Who was that woman? Raditz questioned, stepping a bit closer to the prince.
Vejita growled, striding over, shoving the long-haired warrior hard, causing him to slam into the wall, I don't know!
Both Nappa and Raditz remained silent then, their eyes wide. Vejita stood still for a moment, breathing deep, trying to calm. He wanted so desperately to blast someone to hell.
Finally calming somewhat, Did either of you have that woman sent to my chambers?
No, Sire. They both answered quickly, in unison.
Vejita sighed, I've no clue who she is, what she is, or where she came from. I went to my room last night and there she was, naked in my bed. Now, this morning, she claims she's pregnant. He glanced up to see their eyes wider than before.
B... But... Sire, even if it's true, how could she even know so soon? Nappa asked, having fathered two children in the past, both of which were presently teenagers in training at the Royal Soldier Academy.
The prince shook his head, feeling the anger and frustration returning, I don't know. It's all a damn mystery.
The docs said they'd look into it though, right? Raditz continued once the prince nodded, Right, so... No worries until then.
Vejita nodded again, I'm going to wait in my chambers. Come get me as soon as they're finished with her.
What about your meals, Sire? Nappa asked, knowing the prince had yet to have breakfast.
I'll do without for today. I may very well blast a decent soldier if I remain with this mood. Neither Nappa or Raditz objected to that. They knew the prince meant what he said, and they knew it was rare for him to care enough to retire.
Returning to the quiet dark of his room, Vejita flicked the light on. The walls were a comforting pale gray as was the ceiling and the hard, cold, tiled floor. There was a single, high, barred window facing the direction in which the first sun rises. That way, Vejita always woke at sunrise. A narrow bed took up most of the space, beside it was a small night table littered with documents and the few trinkets the prince owned along with a small alarm clock and lamp. A doorless closet held all his clothing from armor and boots to his royal formals. It was constantly being refilled due to his constant training. At the opposite end of the room was a narrow door that lead to an average-sized washroom done up in white tiles. It contained a wall-less shower, a toilet, a counter with a wash basin set into it, and a wide mirror over the counter. He had everything he needed.
When he was younger, his father had provided a massive room filled with expensive carpets and bedding as well as drapery, all in explosive royal colors of course. This suited him much better.
Stepping further into the room, Vejita realized the scent of the woman remained, mingling with the smell of their sex. He breathed deep, trying to identify it. Something sweet, like something sugary. He couldn't pinpoint it, and once he realized what he was doing, he forcefully stopped, grabbing the bedding and tossing it out into the hall.
He wanted nothing to do with her! Why did he have to sleep with her anyway? He wasn't one of those perverted warriors, constantly hounding the slave women. Honestly, he could care less about women, something he knew both Nappa and his father to be concerned with. One day he'd have to produce an heir. Well, what if he didn't want children?
He noticed the smell lingered on him and began ripping his clothes off, tossing them too out into the hall. He stepped into the washroom then, setting the shower to the hottest degree. The floor was concaved, a large drain set into the lowest point. The water burned his feet as it flowed over them. Vejita hissed and turned the cold on slightly.
As he stepped under the shower, he thought again of the possibilities. What if this woman really was pregnant? He'd be responsible for a child. It was maddening. The last thing he wanted was a child. He couldn't imagine another person being raised in the manner he was raised. He absolutely hated his father. Frustrated, he punched the wall, creating an indentation with spidery cracks.
Kami, he prayed that this woman was a liar. He simply couldn't care for a child. He couldn't.
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Slowly but surely, evening came. Vejita was lying upon his bare mattress in a clean training uniform when a knock sounded on the door.
Nappa and Raditz were standing there when the door slid open, surprised and gladdened to see that the prince had calmed considerably. Nappa cleared his throat, They've finished.
Vejita nodded, and they began towards the infirmary. The prince didn't say a word when they followed him inside, so they did just that. The doctor he'd spoke with earlier was standing there waiting, the woman nowhere in sight. Vejita crossed his arms over his chest,
The doctor sighed, She is, indeed, pregnant. Though, I cannot understand how she knew.
Silence filled the room for minutes. Vejita closed his eyes. Kami, no! This wasn't what he wanted, Who is she? He asked finally.
She'll not say. We've looked through records and asked around. No one knows of her. It's as if she appeared out of thin air.
Vejita nodded, Right, right... He was muttering in a sarcastic tone.
However, we did discover something... She's Saiya-jin.
The prince's head snapped up then, as well as Nappa's and Raditz's, Are you sure? Vejita asked, shocked.
The doctor nodded, We did numerous blood exams to be positive. Each reading had the same results. She's pure Saiya-jin. What's even stranger though, is that it's an old bloodline of the House of Shokubutsu, from before your father's father's time.
Vejita needed to sit down. He glanced around and stumbled over to a chair near a cluttered desk, dropping down into it with little grace, You can't be serious?
I am, Sire. If I do say so, it seems a perfect match for an heir.
The prince wasn't hearing anymore though. It was so completely, utterly impossible. The House of Shokubutsu was all wiped out, not a single survivor, let alone enough men and women capable of producing the young woman, whose blood was pure. He shook his head, finally pulling himself to his feet.
Nappa was saying, repeatedly.
Vejita looked up into the eyes of his most trusted friend,
What of the woman? Shall I arrange quarters for her? Slaves to care for her?
The prince quickly shook his head, No. She... She shall remain here. He said, turning to the doctor then, I place her and the child in your care. Anything you need to do so will be provided.
Raditz stepped forward, Are you sure? He said it as if he thought Vejita were being cruel.
The prince growled, I leave it to you Nappa. I must speak with my father. And with that he was leaving, storming out the swinging, double doors of the infirmary and down the corridors that lead to the throne room.
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It was late and few remained. King Vejita wasn't even positive why he'd remained so long this day. True, the planet was in slight distress, what with rising threats. Not to mention, the only planets to purge these days were far out in space. Constantly missions had to be planned for the years to come.
Sighing, the king glanced about. The room was long and narrow, his tall, golden throne placed at one end, his son's throne, a smaller version of his own, to his right, both atop a sort of platform. A red carpet lead from his throne to each of the two entrances. One was a side door for he alone, the other a set of wide, ornate double doors at the opposite end of the long room. The rest of the room was done up in grand purples, golden-framed paintings of past kings littering the walls.
The doors flew open as his son barged in. The king placed a hand to his forehead, sighing, Must you be so?
The prince growled in annoyance as he approached his father, bowing quickly before he ascended the steps, flopping down in his throne, There's urgent business.
The king's brows lifted high in a questioning glare.
Vejita growled again, glancing out to the few remaining royals and guards, Private business.
The king nodded, gesturing for the room to empty. In only moments, they were alone, What is it?
Rolling his eyes, Vejita turned to face his father, There's a woman who looks anything but Saiya-jin; however, it's been confirmed that her blood is pure. She's of the House of Shokubutsu.
The king's eyes widened, How is this possible? What's her name? Where did she come from? He asked, watching as his son shook his head, looking as lost as he'd ever seen him.
A mystery. She won't say, and there aren't any records.
The king rose to his feet, chuckling, Why, I believe, Prince Vejita, that you're growing soft! Torture the woman, force it out of her. He turned then, concerned when his son didn't protest to his accusation of his becoming soft, There's more?
Vejita nodded, Hai, she's pregnant... With my child.
The king's eyes went wide again, He whispered, gaining another nod from his son. This is marvelous! Just imagine... An heir of two royal houses. Now, if only it were male. He stopped when he realized his son wasn't overjoyed, Vejita, don't look so glum. This is good news.
The prince looked up then, rising to his feet, This is not good news! I never wanted a child!
The king laughed outright then, Good thing it happened anyway! Otherwise, our line would end with you.
As I'd hoped. Vejita growled, trotting down the steps, hurrying for the exit, dying to simply be out of his father's presence. Why he'd thought to confide in the man, he didn't know.
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When four months had passed, the king announced the pregnancy. The planet was in an uproar of celebration. Vejita took no part in it, he refused.
In the beginning, he'd hoped that perhaps it'd be false, that maybe, just maybe the woman would have a miscarriage. No such luck though. The doctors reported weekly to the king of her health, which appeared to be perfect.
Once the king had noticed how desperately Vejita wished against the child, he'd been ordered to stay away from the infirmary. If he even neared it, guards hurried off to inform the king. Vejita couldn't do such a thing though, as much as he was tempted.
The months continued to speed by, and Vejita avoided anything to do with the pregnancy.
As he was training one day, no longer able to train with anyone but himself due to his insane strength, he picked up on Nappa's ki nearing.
Sire! The child... It's time! The bulky warrior announced, huffing.
Vejita finished a series of kicks before dropping to the floor and stepping over to the fool, Have you told my father?
Nappa shook his head, his breath evening out, Raditz is now.
Vejita nodded, Very well, come on. And they both started for the infirmary at a calm, even pace. In all honesty, Vejita wished to simply retire to the quiet of his room.
Guards and soldiers stood everywhere, all at attention. The king stood near the infirmary doors, and Vejita approached, Nappa in tow, Raditz already there.
Where have you been? The king hissed, repressing the urge to slap his son upside the head.
Training of course. Vejita answered simply, glancing about.
The king snarled, Of course.
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Hours passed, the guards and soldiers finally being dismissed. When the doctor came out and informed them it'd be several more hours, the king had all but shouted, suggesting they simply yank the child out. The king then ordered that Vejita remain, that he must retire. If the child were born, they were to inform him at once.
So, all that remained was the three of them, the prince, Nappa, and Raditz. Chairs had been provided, and Raditz had long since fallen asleep, his head tilted at an odd angle.
Sire, if I may ask, why don't you want this child? Nappa asked in a hushed voice.
Vejita sighed, scowling, The life of a Saiya-jin isn't an easy one, royal or not. I can't imagine bringing a life into this world knowingly. It shouldn't have happened.
Nappa wasn't sure he understood, but let that pass. The prince was, after all, far more educated than he, Then why?
Sitting up and stretching, Vejita turned to the other man, Why did I sleep with her then? I don't know. Honestly, I didn't think she was Saiya-jin.
Nappa was going to offer some word of support, but just as he opened his mouth, the doctor rushed out, his gloved hands a bloody mess, The child is born!
Vejita jumped to his feet, The two of you wait before running off to my father. He demanded, Raditz waking in the midst of his order.
The prince hurried into the infirmary with the doctor, following the alien to the back where the woman lie sprawled out, a blanket thrown over her, a large red stain forming. He was led to a tall cart topped with a glass crib. There lie his son. A small, squirming child with skin as white as the very blanket he lie upon and a shock of raven hair.
Please, bring him... The woman was saying, her arms outstretched.
Vejita turned, looking to her when the doctor gestured for him to come close, Sire, there were complications. I'm afraid she was damaged beyond repair. There's nothing we can do. Vejita's eyes went wide.
She was calling, tears in her eyes.
The prince lifted the little bundle then, wrapping the child in the blanket and moving to the woman, placing the babe in her arms, A son. He said.
She smiled up at him, nodding, Yes, I know. His name is Kakarotto.
Vejita stepped closer, You do know... You're damaged.
She nodded again, her smile never fading, the tears still in her eyes, You must love him.
The prince gestured for the doctors and nurses to stand back as he moved closer, You must tell me... Who are you?
As she looked to his eyes then, he noticed again that they were the blackest he'd ever seen, void of any reflections, I am Bi, Goddess of Love.
He narrowed his eyes, prepared to scoff at her foolishness, but as he held eye contact, watching her blink with those magnificent eyes, he realized she spoke the truth. He stood straight, backing off then, shaking his head in disbelief.
In the seconds that passed, he noticed her energy seeping until her head fell back against the pillow, Take him. She was whispering, struggling to hold the child steady in her arms.
Vejita cautiously moved forward, doing as she said, holding the squirming babe firmly against his chest.
She smiled, You must love him. And then she closed her beautiful eyes and never opened them again. A monitor beeped and the doctor rushed over, confirming her death and unhooking the machine.
I'm sorry, Sire. Someone was saying.
Vejita only shook his head, handing the child over, Care for him.
Of course! Said a nurse, a tall yellow woman of a species he knew, What's his name?
It took a moment for the question to register. His mind was reeling, having absorbed so much so quickly, Kakarotto. His name is Kakarotto.
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To be continued...
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Post Script: Chibivegeta... Thank you for the lovely review, I appreciate it more than you can know. However, I'm afraid I'm quite happy without a beta reader. Fan fiction is, after all, just a hobby for me. No need to make things complicated. ^_^ If it's not too much trouble, I ask that you overlook all my silly little mistakes. ^_^ Thank you!