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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: I just want to thank you guys for all the reviews so far! I'm forever grateful! *bows* ^_^
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 V
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King Vejita sighed. Things just kept getting worse and worse. Not only was it hard to keep enemies at bay these days, all the new soldiers weren't what soldiers once were. They weren't as strong or respectful as warriors of the past. Many were refusing their missions or worse, abandoning their race, fleeing the planet. The economy was beginning to suffer.
Though immortal, the king felt exhausted. He couldn't even remember the last time he'd had a woman, and all this time, he'd rarely been able to spend time with his grandson, the young prince.
He could hear the sounds of battle as he approached the training hall. What he hadn't expected was most of those sounds coming from his son and grandson's sparring match.
The boy threw himself forward in the air, using his momentum to throw his leg around in a fierce kick aimed for Vejita's head. The prince ducked, however, and swiftly moved in to take the boy's off-balanced form by surprise. Kakarotto expected this apparently, for he continued with the spin until he hit the wall with the soles of his feet, pushing himself off with full force, his forward fist aimed again for the prince's head.
The king stared in awe as this continued for ten minutes, neither of them landing a blow. Their minds working so fast, their muscles surprisingly keeping up with it all.
Kakarotto screamed then, moving with a speed he shouldn't be capable of at his age. His fist grazed Vejita's cheek as the prince threw himself out of the way, causing the boy to speed passed. Vejita turned and fired a small ki blast at the boy's back, ending the match. Kakarotto landed horribly, hitting the floor and skidding until his head and right shoulder slammed into a wall.
Vejita landed, What did I say about doing yourself damage?
The boy remained silent as he rose, rubbing at his shoulder and trying to reach around to his back and inspect the damage while his father went on, That landing did as much damage as my attack!
Kakarotto nodded then, Hai, hai.
The king stepped further into the room grinning as he clapped his hands, Wonderful! You've both improved tremendously.
Vejita rolled his eyes as he bowed his head ever so slightly, And to what do we owe the pleasure?
The king didn't answer though, he was watching the young prince. The boy simply looked up at him with big innocent eyes. No respect, none at all. He reached back, prepared to knock some sense into him when Vejita grabbed his wrist.
No. If you must punish someone, punish me. I didn't teach him formalities. The prince said, releasing his father's wrist once he was through.
Are you stupid? That's why this younger generation's without respect. It's that sort of thinking. And look at him... So thin and pale, and those big eyes... Kami, I'd heard that he looked feminine. The king said, realizing the rumors were true. Unfortunately, he'd been unable to see for himself until now. The last time he could remember seeing the boy was some years ago.
That's enough! Kakarotto may be feminine, but he's stronger than any warrior under myself.
The king lifted his eyebrows, Is that so? Impressive. I must say, that was an intense spar. However, isn't it unfair to use ki blasts against a child?
Nothin's unfair in battle. Kakarotto said as if repeating something he heard often.
The king chuckled, Yes, I suppose that's so.
A few moments passed and Vejita found himself asking the same question he'd asked earlier, What is it you need, Sire?
The king crossed his arms, Do I need a reason to come see my son and grandson?
This time Vejita lifted his eyebrows, Yes, considering you've never come without reason before.
I don't know why you have to be so difficult. I simply wanted to drop by. I've heard many things from my guards.
What sorts of things? The prince asked, anger building for the damned gossipers of the palace.
Oh, that the boy's strange, feminine, pampered, the list goes on. I was going to suggest enrolling him in the Royal Soldier Academy. The king said, noticing the young prince suddenly paling.
There's no need. I've already talked with him on these things. Vejita said quickly.
I also heard you killed a soldier in an angry fit. The king said, a smirk on his lips.
That's none of your business. Vejita all but growled.
Ah, but it is when there's a shortage of good soldiers.
Fine! I won't be killing anymore soldiers! Might you leave us in peace? The prince yelled, wishing he were tall enough to look down on his father and glare at him.
Yes, yes... But there's one more thing. I insist Kakarotto learn formalities. Surely an education wouldn't do him harm. I'll have a tutor enlisted, and for Kami's sake, he must learn how to hold his tail. The king didn't wait for replies or protests, turning and striding out before even a word could be spoken.
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It happened just as the king ordered. Kakarotto began lessons the following day with an older Saiya-jin woman by the name of Keya. She was a short, bent woman with a mane of dark hair graying at her temples. Kakarotto liked her instantly. She explained to him that when in the presence of either the prince or the king, he must stand tall with straight posture and a proud chest. He tried his best, but often he forgot. And though she instructed him endlessly on keeping his tail about his waist, he still preferred it hovering behind him. It was just... Easier.
I thought today we'd talk some on Saiya-jin history. Keya began as Kakarotto stepped into the small room the king had provided for the lessons. He'd been learning from the kind woman for months now, nearly a year. They were finally finished with formalities.
The king stopped by often to see if any of it was sinking in. Kakarotto always bowed his head and said where appropriate, but when it was just he and his father, he dropped the charade, and the prince never commented on it. He preferred to be himself around his father. He wanted Vejita to know him truly.
Saiya-jin are a fairly young species compared to many. Royal eras are split into Houses. For example, currently we're in the era of the House of Vejita. When your time comes, you'll be the fourth king of the House of Vejita. Understand?
Kakarotto was hardly paying attention. He was thinking of yesterday's training. He'd accomplished ki blasts for the first time. He could see in his father's eyes that he'd been proud. That look there in those dark, mysterious eyes... It had been warm and wonderful, and he wanted more of that.
Sire? Are you listening? Keya asked, recognizing that distant expression. The boy's mind was elsewhere.
Huh? Oh, sorry. I just had a good day yesterday. He said through a grin.
Keya chuckled, closing her book and removing her glasses, Want to tell me about it? She asked, having noticed right off that the young prince didn't have a mother figure, someone to talk casually with.
His grin spread further, I learned ki attacks.
She patted his hands resting atop the table, That's wonderful! I bet your father was proud.
He nodded,
She pulled her hands back, taking the book up again, Shall we continue then? She'd have liked to talk longer, but she knew the king often popped his head in to make sure she was doing her job, and if he didn't, he had a guard do it. The poor boy. She too had heard the talk. The child was indeed very feminine, in appearance and at times in behavior. He was just so cheerful and kind. It didn't seem he had the heart of a warrior, though he was one of the strongest on the planet.
When he nodded, she slipped her glasses back on, As I was saying... The Saiya-jin's existence is split up in royal eras...
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Some three years later and Kakarotto was no longer seeing his tutor. She'd passed away not long ago of unknown causes. He'd cried himself to sleep for nights, alone in his room. He still cried now sometimes, but always alone in his room at night, when no one else could see, for Saiya-jin didn't cry.
He awaited his father in the training hall, accompanied by Nappa and Raditz. Both appeared slightly older in his eyes, but they were still in their prime, Nappa nearing fifty, Raditz a year from being forty. They watched him as he practiced one his more complicated katas. Just as when he was child, his eyes kept flicking to the entrance, just waiting to see that familiar form enter. He so wished for more from his father; although, he still wasn't sure what.
It seemed he was constantly pushing himself these days. He was far stronger than he had been, there were even rumors that he was strange, a freak because of his strength. He didn't pester his father as he used to, kept his questions to himself. It seemed the closer he tried to become with the prince, the more hostile he became. So, more often than not, he felt lonely.
He winced, faltering in his kata. That pain again. It was a sharp pain that seared through his insides for just a second sometimes, most often when training. It was somewhere deep in his chest, like someone jabbing at a raw, sensitive place with a needle. Kami, how he hated needles and doctors. That was the reason why he'd yet to say anything.
Nappa was scowling at him, obviously having noticed the flaw in his kata. He ignored the bulky warrior though, continuing once the pain passed.
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Vejita sat beside his father, annoyed and frustrated. He hated these damned meetings. They took place weekly now, and his father insisted he attend each and every one. Apparently the planet was in horrible shape. There were few warriors loyal enough to carry out their duties. Guards were aplenty, but soldiers for missions were fewer and fewer. The economy was going down the shitter, and the citizens were pissed. Vejita thought he understood it fairly well, and he could think of a few solutions. He could just picture leaving the planet, blowing it up from afar.
What are you smirking about? The king questioned rudely, gaining his son's attention.
Vejita sat up in his throne, Nothing. I just don't see what these meetings are accomplishing.
The king growled, We're trying to plan missions, build the economy. Perhaps you could join in for once.
I don't understand any of it. Vejita sighed, faking ignorance. A royal questioned his father on something, and their meeting continued, leaving him to his thoughts.
Kakarotto. It seemed all he was capable of thinking these days. He'd never forgotten that night as he'd hoped he would. It seemed every night he fell asleep imagining how it would be to touch the boy that way again. Kami, he was sick!
He trained whenever possible, trying to force the thoughts from his mind. He rarely looked at the boy or even spoke to him. Every time he faced him, his thoughts ran wild. It was becoming impossible to even train him.
Vejita blinked, apparently the meeting had ended, the royals were gone, and his father was staring at him from his large throne, What's wrong with you?
The prince snarled, Nothing's wrong with me!
For the passed couple of years you've become so... Grouchy! It's unbearable! The king roared, anger coming from out of no where as he rose to his feet.
Vejita's eyes went wide as he too rose, I don't need this from you of all people. He growled, storming out the side entrance heading straight for the training hall.
What angered him most of all though was that his father was right. He was grouchy. He was frustrated and horny and... Kami! He had so many lovers lately, pretending each time that the young male was his son. He just couldn't keep the boy from his mind. It was so infuriating.
He stepped into the training hall and stopped dead in his tracks. Kakarotto was practicing one his favorite katas. He was fourteen now, a teenager. He no longer wore his loose gi when training, instead wearing a black training suit similar to his own along with white gloves and boots. He didn't bother with armor, insisting it was hard to move with all that on.
Vejita smirked at the memory. Kakarotto was tall now, at 183 cm in height, standing some fifteen centimeters over the prince. He was thin too with long lithe limbs. Vejita swallowed, realizing instantly where his thoughts were headed. Thankfully, he'd stopped them before he'd become aroused. He made himself known then, allowing his boots to tap against the floor as he entered further.
Kakarotto finished his kata in a hurry, knowing his father would be angry if he didn't. His father gave Nappa and Raditz leave as they began their usual afternoon spar. He tried his hardest as always, striving to please his father, to become worthy. Of what he wasn't sure.
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Vejita showered quickly, yearning for the nothingness of dreamless sleep. His brain was constantly stressed as of late. He slept in the nude, rolling into bed, the lights already off. His acute senses picked up on the sounds of water. Someone in a neighboring room was taking a shower. He listened carefully for a moment, finding that it was the room to the right. His son's room.
He groaned at the ache in his groin. He could just imagine that androgynous form beneath a spray of hot water, little rivers finding paths down the inside of those thin yet powerful thighs. Kami, he really was sick!
As sexual as his incestuous yearnings were, there was also more to it, and that's what made him crazy. As a person, he liked his son, he liked him a lot. He was compassionate, honest, humorous, the list goes on, and as a warrior... Well, at first he hadn't thought much, but with the passed few years, the boy had really buckled down. He was nearly as strong as the prince himself. It was maddening how powerful Kakarotto was becoming. So, all in all, he found himself utterly attracted.
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Want to bet Kakarotto nails him today? Raditz said, speaking to Nappa as they and a few others watched the prince and young prince spar.
Nappa turned, No way. It'll be some years before he's as strong as the prince.
Kakarotto swiped at the sweat on his brow, willing it away from his eyes. Why he was sweating already, he didn't know. His body was acting strange today. He quickly put those thoughts aside as his father approached again, fists flying.
Vejita noticed the slight sluggishness in his son's defense but let it slide. Though a bit off, Kakarotto was still keeping up, getting some really good hits in. Vejita faked a lower attack and whipped his leg around, a hard kick landing with force to the boy's side.
Kakarotto tasted blood in his mouth but swallowed it without thought, knowing the taste as well as any other. It wasn't alarming. He grabbed his father's ankle and spun. The prince flew six meters, coming to a stop in mid-air before slamming into a wall. Kakarotto knew his father was expecting a pause, a moment while he recovered from that kick. So he threw himself forward, using the raw energy of his ki to move with uncharted speed. Before his father knew what happened, Kakarotto was behind him, firing a ki blast.
The blast hit him in the back dead on, causing him to lose his head for a moment. Vejita dropped to the floor, landing on his feet and dropping down to one knee. No! His son had never gotten the best of him before! The constant anger and frustration in the back of his mind fueled this new, slight anger into rage, and before he knew what he was doing, he'd fired an intense blast back up at his son.
Normally, their matches were called when one of them touched the floor. It had always been himself until this day. This day his father had touched the floor first, and he was the winner for the first time! He'd never seen his father lose a fight, and thus, was not expecting the sudden ki attack. The beam approached with massive power and speed. There was no way he could dodge it.
Kakarotto threw up a block, his forearms crossed before his face and chest. It hit hard, but he held his defense. Just as he felt the peak of the attack pass, that pain hit him, worse that it had ever hit him before. He dropped his guard and his block. The blast washed over him, sapping his strength, lashing at his body. It was nothing compared to the pain within. It felt as if his heart were about to explode. The pain wouldn't subside as it normally did. Kami, his heart hurt!
The attack faded, and Vejita rose to his feet, watching as his son plummeted down, hitting the floor like a dead weight.
He heard Raditz whisper.
The prince's eyes were wide as he approached, expecting Kakarotto to be unconscious. The boy's eyes were wide open though, glancing about as if in pain, those big eyes watering up. Vejita dropped to his knees,
Kakarotto heard his name, could see his father, but he couldn't speak. He couldn't breath. He gasped for breath that wouldn't come. He arched his back and threw his arms out, reaching for anything. His hand came to his father's ankle, and he held fast.
Vejita yelled, realizing something was wrong. His son bowed his back again, those beautiful eyes leaking tears now.
Nappa and Raditz rushed over, We... We have to get him to the infirmary! Nappa said, surprisingly clear-headed.
Vejita nodded quickly, pulling the firm grasp from his ankle, lifting his son easily in his arms. He didn't care how odd it looked, he held his son's taller form close, long legs drooped over one arm. Blood trickled from his gasping mouth, and Vejita began running, Nappa and Raditz just behind him. They passed him as they reached the infirmary, pushing the doors open so that he may enter.
The doctors were different from the ones in the past, but Vejita recognized the yellow-skinned nurse, Something's wrong! He all but shouted, a doctor hurrying over, several nurses helping him with a narrow, wheeled bed. Vejita gently laid Kakarotto down, watching in horror as he went limp.
Do something! Vejita screamed as those big beautiful eyes rolled up in their sockets.
The doctor began shouting orders and nurses scattered. They moved the bed behind a partition, and Vejita stepped to the side so that he might peer around it. They were giving Kakarotto shots, and he remembered how frightened his son was of needles. He wondered if Kakarotto was scared. He wanted to go over there, be with him, hold his hand, whisper assurances. They put a mask over his son's mouth and nose, no doubt providing plenty of oxygen.
Vejita started as the doctor touched his arm, What are you doing? Shouldn't you be doing something? The prince demanded, stepping back from the cold, alien touch.
The doctor sighed, Sire, I could do more if I knew what happened.
We... We were training. I fired a ki blast to his front. He was blocking it surprisingly well, but then he stopped... Next thing I knew he was falling to the ground. Vejita glanced around, trying to think, It was... It was like he couldn't breath.
The doctor nodded, That's all? He didn't say what hurt?
Vejita shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest, looking again to the partition that now hid his son from view.
The doctor sighed again, Sire, if you'd just wait outside, I'll do my best.
When the prince didn't move, Nappa took his arm, surprising him, but gaining no objection. Nappa led his friend from the sterile room and to a chair just outside the double doors. He and Raditz took a seat on either side of the prince, knowing this may be a long wait. It was so baffling though. What had happened?
Vejita sunk down in his chair, slouching, suddenly exhausted. What was wrong with his son? Kami, had he killed his own son?
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To be continued...
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