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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 we go with chapter three. I hope you guys are liking this. This chapter's not as long as I'd planned, but I couldn't figure out how else to split the story. I'll post the next chapter sooner to make up for it. ^_^ 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 and violence 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 III
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Once the news was passed to the king, and it was announced, more celebrating commenced. Vejita shut himself off in his room. He'd yet to share one tiny detail. The woman had been a goddess. He believed now that she hadn't really died but returned, to wherever it was she'd come from. Bi, the Goddess of Love. Her first words to him, when he'd asked who she was, had been, Your destiny. He'd thought then that it'd been some line to arouse him, now he thought differently.
He'd remained, ordering the doctor to test the child's blood. Nothing abnormal, except to say that it was strong blood having come from two pure sources of two different royal houses. Other than that, the child was healthy, average.
It was several days later now, and as he paced the floor, the prince decided to never reveal the truth of the woman. What did it really matter anyway?
That decided, he started for the washroom. What he needed now, after a long day of sweaty training, was a shower. Then he'd be ready for bed. A knock at the door stopped him though.
A woman stood before his door, bowing deeply, Sorry to have disturbed you, Sire.
As she stood again, Vejita recognized her as the nurse from the infirmary, Well, what is it?
She started at the harshness of his voice, The doctor requests your presence. There's a problem with Young Prince Kakarotto.
Vejita forced back a prideful smirk, Young Prince Kakarotto. He nodded then, starting down the corridor, the woman in tow, her steps slight in comparison to many. The prince had long since been capable of walking as well as running without sound.
He could hear the wailing as they approached, and his thoughts left him, What's the matter with him? Vejita all but yelled as he entered.
The doctor hurried over, We've been having a bit of trouble getting him to eat properly. That's nothing though! He screams on end and hardly sleeps. He's simply exhausted.
Vejita's brows pulled together in confusion. A baby refusing to eat or sleep? Crying on end? What the hell was going on? The doctor said something else, but the prince couldn't make it out over the piercing cries. The doctor gestured then, beckoning him to follow, and the prince nodded, understanding.
They moved to the back of the room, the child lying in the same glass crib, nude and squirming wildly, his tiny mouth open wide as he cried out. Vejita clamped his hands over his ears, Perhaps he's cold!
The doctor, also with his hands over his ears, shrugged, shaking his head, obviously unable to hear a word.
Vejita repeated himself, practically screaming with no effect. In sheer frustration, he reached out and grabbed the child from his sterile crib, prepared to shake the life out of him. However, the moment his hands touched the babe, he quieted.
All eyes went wide, the room blinking in confused unison. Vejita turned to the doctor, the child still in his outstretched arms, Is that normal?
The doctor shook his head, I don't know. Perhaps the young prince's instincts are stronger than other Saiya-jin children's. Perhaps he knows you to be a parent and demands your care.
Vejita's eyes went wide, What are you saying?!
Sire, this is the first time he's quieted since birth. The doctor said, his voice helpless.
Vejita snorted, noticing that through his gloves, Kakarotto's skin felt cool, almost cold. Surely that wasn't right. He lifted the blanket from the crib and wrapped it about the child, carefully tucking his little tail in. When he glanced up, several nurses were looking to him with adoring eyes, soft smiles on their lips.
Very well. I suppose a crib and what not need be placed in my chambers. He growled out, And I suppose someone will have to instruct me.
The doctor clapped and nurses began scurrying about, gathering things to have moved to the prince's quarters. The doctor then turned to Vejita, Don't worry, Sire. It's really very simple. And with that he began his teaching.
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It was near morning, and finally, everything was in order. The prince stood within his room, looking about at how utterly tiny it had become. The crib was in one corner, surrounded by piles of supplies, everything from diapers and blankets to bottles and toys. A mini-refrigerator had been placed against one wall, filled with some sort of formulated milk. And beside the fridge was a microwave, for heating said milk. Vejita's face pulled into an expression of disgust at the sight of the sanitary trash can for which he was to place dirty diapers.
Don't worry, Sire. It's really very simple. The doctor had said.
Vejita snorted, simple indeed. So much trouble over someone so little! He glanced at the digital clock atop his nightstand. In just an hour the suns would rise. The entire night was gone! He quickly moved to place a sign outside his door: I'M SLEEPING IN. DON'T DISTURB ME! -VEJITA, SAIYA-JIN PRINCE.
There, that way Nappa and Raditz would leave him be. He turned then, remembering that shower. He started for the washroom, but was stopped by a foul stench. His eyes darted to the crib and the babe lying within. Damn child!
He moved close, peering down at the squirming Kakarotto. He had to chuckle. The child's hair was so wild, spiked out in all different directions. Kami, and how black it was. He reached forward, tugging at the complicated little diaper. Finally getting it off, the prince squanched his nose up in defense of the awful stink. He quickly deposited the thing into the trash can and looked down at the gurgling, naked child. He then glanced at the wipes he was supposed to use to clean that little baby bottom.
An idea came to him then, and he began stripping his clothes off, lifting the still dirty child from his crib and heading into the washroom. He stopped for a moment as he began preparing a scorching hot shower. Surely that wouldn't do for the babe. He then adjusted it to warm. Once the spray felt right on his extended arm, Vejita stepped under it with Kakarotto.
He whispered, realizing this was his son, Kakarotto, not just some random child.
He said again, louder this time, massaging those wild spikes so the water soaked in. Little eyes blinked and the prince peered close, seeing that they were dark, strangely black, but his heart calmed once he caught sight of his reflection there. He then lifted the short little tail and brought it around. How odd it was to Vejita, for he thought the size simply adorable.
He shook his head, reminding himself he was a warrior, not some silly woman. He then proceeded to wash, careful not to get soap in the child's eyes.
Once clean, he pulled on a pair of gi pants, wrapping Kakarotto in a thick blanket. He stepped over to the crib and hesitated, What idiot thought to make babies' beds of glass? He all but growled, shaking his head. Glass was too cold, that just wouldn't do.
Vejita sighed, crawling into his bed, placing Kakarotto close against him, Such a small thing. He whispered, letting his index finger graze the child's cheek, the skin beautiful with pallor.
It took only minutes for the babe to drift off, and unbeknownst to the prince, he smiled as he watched, the smile remained as he too drifted off into the land of dreams.
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Nappa's fist came to a halt just before it made contact with the prince's chamber door. His eyes scanned the note again. The prince would be sleeping in.
Raditz yawned as he approached, What are you waiting for?
He's sleeping in. He whispered, gesturing to the note, clearly written in the prince's scrawled handwriting.
Raditz scowled in confusion. This was completely unlike Vejita; however, what with the woman and now a baby, he couldn't blame the guy. The long-haired warrior shrugged, Let's go get some breakfast then.
Nappa nodded,
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Vejita blinked at the feel of tiny little hands against his bare chest. He glanced down to see Kakarotto's eyes wide open. The prince smirked and glanced over at the clock. Kami, it was passed lunch. Kakarotto made a sound then, a hitch in his little throat.
Vejita gasped, hurrying to the mini-refrigerator, quickly pouring some of the formula into the closest bottle and tossing it into the microwave. He then hurried back over to Kakarotto and lifted him from the bed.
Just as the child was about to start that pre-wailing sound again, the microwave dinged and Vejita all but ripped the door off it's hinges. He quickly tested it himself as the doctor had instructed, and upon finding it, if anything, a little cool, put it to the babe's mouth. Instantly, Kakarotto began sucking, draining the bottle with impressive speed. Vejita stared in awe, realizing he was going to have to make another.
Two more bottles later, Vejita placed a full Kakarotto upon the bed while he changed, pulling on his usual training uniform. Ready to finally get out of the crowded little room, the prince sniffed.
He groaned, recognizing that smell. With sheer determination, he set to changing Kakarotto's diaper, trying to hurry. Of course, just as he had the blasted thing off, the child gurgled and peed, making a lovely wet spot on the prince's chest.
Vejita yelled, pulling the stretchy fabric from his skin, trying to keep the urine from actually touching his skin.
An hour later, the baby and the prince changed and clean, they left the cluttered room, heading straight for the mess hall for a late lunch.
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Nappa had been checking the prince's chamber every hour, finding the note still there every time, except now. He rushed over and knocked,
No note? Raditz asked, stepping closer.
Nappa shook his head, knocking again before placing his palm to the entrance pad. It flashed green and the door slid open. Both soldiers' mouths dropped open. There was stuff everywhere!
What is all this? It... It looks like baby stuff. Raditz said, his eyes wide, Is the prince caring for the young prince?
Nappa shook his head, I... I don't know, but... He's got to be in the mess hall. By now he should be starved.
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Vejita knew many were glancing his way, wondering as to the reasoning for him to be holding an infant. He was just praying one of them would say something, he'd blast them to hell. Instead, knowing their place, everyone remained silent, and he ate in relative peace.
Sire, you're up. Nappa's voice rang out as he approached, Raditz in tow.
Vejita nodded without lifting his gaze, eating with one hand, holding Kakarotto, wrapped in his blanket, with the other.
Um... Sire, I don't mean to question... But I have to ask... Why are you holding a child?
Vejita glared up then, This isn't just any child... This is the young prince. I suggest you show more respect.
Raditz took a seat beside Nappa, chuckling somewhat, Hai, hai, of course... But why are you caring for him?
The prince sighed then, leaning back, his appetite gone.
Nappa bowed his head, We saw your quarters. He explained.
Vejita lifted the child in his arms, looking down at the simply beauty, He won't eat or sleep unless with me. The prince didn't have to look up to know their eyes were wide. Perhaps they thought he'd taken a woman to his room to care for the child, anything but that he himself was doing it.
Strange, after only one night, he felt attached. The prince just couldn't imagine another doing this job. The foreign thoughts mingled with old ones, and he felt tired and frustrated. He was a strong, proud warrior, not some feeble, soft woman. Yet, looking at that little face and those black eyes, he knew he couldn't turn the child away.
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Where's Papa?
Nappa sighed, He's with the king. He'll be here soon.
When's soon?
Raditz chuckled, Soon enough, kid! He said, ruffling the young prince's wild hair.
Kakarotto looked about with wide eyes. He knew this place well. His father called it the training hall. There were only a few others present, training with one another. He turned his attention back to the entrance, waiting.
He was five-years-old now, tall for his age, but thin as can be. Raditz often said if he were to stand sideways and only stick out his tongue, he'd look like a zipper. That always made him laugh. He pulled at his pale blue gi, fooling with the knot of the white sash at his waist, holding everything in place. A small hole allowed his tail freedom where it hovered behind him.
He asked, looking up to Nappa who towered over him even as he stood some meters away.
The older man sighed again,
Just relax. Why don't you warm up? You know Prince Vejita's going to want to train you. Raditz said through a laugh, his voice warm.
Kakarotto smiled. He liked Raditz. He was always saying things that made him feel better. He liked Nappa too though. He got the sense that his father trusted the bulky warrior, which meant if there were danger, Nappa would be good to have around.
He nodded then, considering Raditz's suggestion to be a good one. As he began some stretches, he looked to Raditz, What's Papa doin' with tha king?
None of your business. Came a stern voice, and Kakarotto whipped his head around to see his father coming through the entrance.
I was stretchin'! He called out proudly, beaming up at his father who didn't tower over him nearly as bad as others.
I can see that. Vejita said, looking down at his young son. The prince was twenty-five now, still thin with the body of a teenager. His father had yet to question him on it.
The king's your papa? Kakarotto asked, his big, black eyes shining with curiosity.
Raditz chuckled, Didn't you know that? That means the king is your grandfather.
Kakarotto repeated, looking up to his father for confirmation. He'd already learned that Raditz couldn't always be trusted.
Vejita nodded, amazed with the innocence he could see so plainly in the boy, Ready to train?
Kakarotto groaned,
The prince narrowed his eyes in annoyance, You won't get strong if you don't train.
The boy glanced from his father to Nappa and back again, Strong, like muscles? Like Nappa?
Raditz chuckled again, but the prince answered first, Hai, strong like Nappa. Don't you want to be strong? He asked, watching as his son's face pulled into a sunny smile as he shook his head.
Nu-uh, I wanna be like you, Papa!
Vejita hissed, I'm stronger than Nappa! Muscles don't mean everything. Finish stretching. You must train, strength is everything to a Saiya-jin.
Kakarotto's smile faded at his father's harsh words, and he nodded once the explanation was over. He wasn't sure he understood it all, but he knew he wanted his father to be happy with him. So, he began stretching again.
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To be continued...
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