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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: Hiya! This chapter's rather long, but for good reason... I may not be able to update for a bit. I know, I know... I promised to update fairly often, but my life's suddenly very hectic. Sorry! Just read this chapter slowly! ^_^ And don't worry, I will update eventually. ^_^
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 VII
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The first signs of the young prince's diminishing health started soon after. First, the prince noticed traces of blood in the boy's waste. It was slight and though he was worried, it didn't trouble him nearly as much as the sweating. It started off as a slight beading of perspiration on the boy's brow and progressed over several months until the sheets were soaking with the salty wetness.
Vejita increased his son's injections, giving them morning and night as the doctor had instructed if things were to take a turn for the worst. Even with the increase in the medication, the illness continued to worsen. There was more and more blood in Kakarotto's waste every day.
The worst was a few months later when the prince stepped into the room to find his unconscious son suffering from a serious nose bleed, Kami, Kakarotto! He all but shouted, diving into the room. He did a quick inspection and found that there was some traces of blood in his ears as well.
Vejita leaned over Kakarotto, pressing his forehead to the boy's, Not yet. Please, not yet. We're nearly there. He whispered, the tears building behind his closed eyelids. He blinked several times, taking in his son's beautiful visage. He lowered his lips, and pressed them to Kakarotto's. He sucked in air through his nose and pressed a little harder. The boy's lips were cool and unusually soft, fuller than most men's. A slight taste of blood caused his breath to hitch.
Vejita pulled back, a stubborn tear falling to land upon Kakarotto's right eyelid, Just a little longer. He whispered, leaning down again to put his cheek to his son's. The feelings stirring through him were new and strange. He wasn't used to being so attached, and the thought of losing Kakarotto was more than he could bear.
Tearing himself away, he rushed out of the room, hurrying for the small training room. The infirmary bed was still there in the corner, folded up and secured with straps and metal latches. Anger surged him forward, and in a matter of seconds, he'd reduced the thing to a splintering of twisted metal.
Vejita turned and was only partly aware of the two warriors standing, staring, in the doorway, He's dying. He said, his voice strange, cold, and distant. The prince wasn't even sure who he spoke to, if it was in fact his voice that filled the room.
He'll be dead in days. He went on, glancing back to the broken bed, The blood keeps coming... From everywhere.
Raditz said, his voice a harsh whisper.
Vejita smirked. Yes, Raditz had always been close with his son. It would please Kakarotto to know the long-haired warrior cared as much as he did, but then, Kakarotto probably knew already. Raditz was always there, teasing and laughing with the boy.
Nappa's voice was deep and broke the prince's thoughts for but an instant.
Nappa was always there as well, had always been there, like some great mountain to lean against when weary. Vejita knew the extent of the older warrior's friendship just as he knew his son knew it. Nappa was safety in every sense that strength was safety.
The only thing unsaid and unknown to Kakarotto was his own feelings. His son would never know how much he really cared, really loved him. What hurt even more, though, was knowing that even if his son weren't on his deathbed, there was no way he could express his feelings. It just wasn't natural. Father and son could not be lovers. To all it was insane and immoral.
Vejita sank down to his knees, the pure rage of it all tearing at his soul. Kami, why was this happening to him?! He felt the tears burning, threatening to come over him. He growled and pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes, feeling the round globes of his eyeballs pushing back in their sockets.
Nappa insisted, hurrying into the room. Never had he seen his prince in such a weakened state. Once close, he moved slower, knowing it best to be cautious. He knelt and rested a hand to Vejita's back. The prince jerked away, surprised as if he hadn't heard him approaching. Nappa knew how disturbing it must be for a warrior as powerful as the prince to have been so enthralled in his emotions he hadn't detected his proximity until physical contact.
We should be there in less than 12 hours. He whispered, watching as Vejita's eyes widened, his shock dissolving into disbelief. Nappa stepped back as the prince moved to stand.
Vejita shook his head, unsure of how he should feel, How can we be cutting it so close?
Raditz took a hesitant step forward, Why don't we get ready and wait in the control room...? The room remained silent for a few moments, the prince obviously having to get his bearings.
Finally, Vejita nodded, He said under his breath, strength having returned to his voice. He was determined now. All they could do was try, and he intended to try his hardest.
Nappa and Raditz left, no doubt to get dressed and wait for him in the control room. He lingered a moment, breathing deep, urging himself to stay strong. He then went to gather his royal attire.
He knew he'd have to carry Kakarotto to the goddess... The armor just wouldn't do. It'd be awkward for the task and most likely uncomfortable for the boy. He pulled on the black body suit and looked in the mirror as he slipped his feet into new, white boots. He lifted a belt from the pile of clothing at his feet. It was black, the buckle shiny silver with the symbol of the royal House of Vejita upon it in glittering red jewels. Just the belt though? He kicked at the clothing and spotted his red cape. It'd look silly if he wore it without armor, but the material was brilliant and flowing and spoke of royalty. He wrapped it about his waist, allowing the longest part to hang at the back, the front an open slit where the two ends came together. He secured the makeshift skirt with the wide belt, tightening it to an almost painful degree in order to keep everything in place. Lastly, he pulled on his white gloves and stepped back. He had to admit, he looked more than a little silly in the mirror, but there wasn't much he could do about it. Somehow, he got the feeling the goddess wouldn't care much how he was dressed.
Now for Kakarotto. He simply wouldn't dress the boy up in such tight, uncomfortable clothes... A respectable gi would just have to do. The prince stepped over to the trunk containing Kakarotto's royal robes. He tossed the armor and tights to the side, digging deeper. Nothing!
He went to the closet then and dug through the clothes they'd provided. During the entire trip, none of the boy's things had been touched. Kakarotto had been nude when he'd boarded and had remained that way for optimal comfort and near effortless care.
Mostly there were tight-fitting training uniforms, but then his hands came over soft, cotton material. He pushed the rest aside and looked at his choices. Black and blue, just black and blue gis. Sighing, he decided on a black one, but he tossed the white sash to the side.
Going again to the boy's trunk, he dug for the red cape he knew to be there. He found it soon enough and tore at it until he had a brilliant red sash for the gi. A thought came to him then, and he quickly found the boy's belt. He pulled the buckle, nearly identical to his own except slightly smaller, free, stringing it onto the new red sash. He smirked, there, that would do well enough.
Vejita's breath caught in his chest as he approached his son. There was a line of blood coming from his mouth, nose, each ear, and if he looked closely, he could even see a red tinting in the boy's eyes.
Swallowing hard, Vejita forced his tears back, determined not to become weak again. He had to be strong now for both of them. He grasped the sweat-drenched sheet and pulled it back from Kakarotto, exposing that long, lithe, ever-so-pale body.
He dampened a washcloth and wiped the blood away carefully, taking his time. The gi went on easily enough, and he tied the sash in place loosely, planning to tighten it once they landed. He left his son then, heading for the control room.
Nappa and Raditz were each sitting in their seats, gazing out at the beauty of infinite space. Vejita had no clue if either warrior thought the view beautiful, and he wasn't about to ask, but he wished Kakarotto could see this. He prayed Kakarotto would live to see the voyage home.
The three of them sat in silence for hours, watching as the Tenshi Constellation came closer and closer, their ship moving until it was deep in the angel's embrace. A familiar star twinkled, and Nappa leaned forward, pressing buttons and flipping switches. The computer's woman voice announced then, Twenty minutes until arrival on Planet Shimo.
Vejita stood, I'll stay with Kakarotto during landing. He said plainly, turning and leaving without waiting for a response. He made his way to the little room where his son lay. Some of the blood had returned, and he sat to wipe it away again.
Over the past year he'd grown to love the boy more than he cared to admit. Before, back home, he'd always held back, stayed away, kept his love from developing into too strong an emotion. Well, that emotion held him now, drove him. Kakarotto was everything.
He sat the washcloth aside, pleased to see the boy's face clean and beautiful again. Kakarotto had always been light-skinned, but lately, with all the blood loss, he appeared as white as the infirmary sheets he lie upon. Kami, and he was like a porcelain doll, especially with all that jet black hair and the black gi.
The prince leaned over, pressing his cheek to the boy's, Minutes, just minutes.
The computer announced that landing would commence shortly, and Vejita moved to lie beside his son, holding the makeshift IV stand in place.
Again, landing was far smoother than take off. Once the ship had come to a complete stop, the prince moved to remove the IV. He then tighted the sash about his son's waist and lifted the boy easily easily in his arms. Kami, he was so unbelievably light! Worry skittered across his brain, but he brushed it aside, concentrating, instead, on the matter at hand.
He stepped into the control room with his easy burden and watched along with Nappa and Raditz as the ship's door hissed open, creating a ramp down to the planet's surface. As they stepped out, that chilling wind tore about them. Vejita forgot his pride, holding his son closer, willing his body heat to warm the boy.
The glittering white, snow-like sand crunched strangely beneath their boots as they started for the palace at a quick pace. The beauty of the carved ice palace was lost this time on the prince. He was too intent on getting Kakarotto out of the damned wind. They stepped under the huge, arched entryway and looked about. Same as last time, the place appeared deserted.
Vejita wanted to hurry in, to get this done before it was too late, but he dared not test the goddess' patience. He wasn't going to ruin his son's chances by being anxious.
Enter. You're no stranger here. Came that voice, obviously feminine, but deep and strong with all the commanding authority of a king's.
They made their way to the enormous, empty throne room, and like last time, in the center of the room, was the huge throne where the goddess sat, Back again, Prince Vejita? She asked, the question a sound coming from everywhere and nowhere.
Vejita went on one knee and heard Nappa and Raditz doing the same behind him, My son. He whispered, lifting Kakarotto slightly in his arms.
He watched her rise, her flowing hair glittering from white to a myriad of colors as it fell around her. She stepped closer and closer until Vejita was sure she'd run right into him. She didn't though, stopping just before him and kneeling. Vejita glanced up in amazement. Her empty, white eyes and sparkling lashes were turned downward, gazing at his son. He too looked down, remembering he shouldn't be looking at her so.
She reached out with unusually long arms and placed her hands on either side of Kakarotto's face, Your son? Another heir?
Vejita nodded, totally confused. Here was the Goddess of Immortality before him on her knees, not centimeters from touching him. At the end of each long finger, he noticed her nails were long, glossy and clear like glass.
She glanced up, the air in the room instantly growing still, You lie. This child is of ancient, holy blood. Her full lips moved with each word, her voice harsh.
Vejita shook his head, He's also the son of Bi, the Goddess of Love. He heard Nappa and Raditz suck in their breath. He'd told no one this.
The goddess' eyes softened as she gazed again to his son, Bi... A goddess does not give her name lightly. Tell me, what happened, what did she say to you?
Vejita searched his mind for the memories, pulling them forward as if they were a trunk stored in the back of his closet, I found her in my room one night, asked her who she was... Your destiny,' she said. She was so beautiful... The next morning she told me, Love is coming for you.' She then went on to say she was pregnant. I didn't know who she was, I didn't believe her. Months later, my son was born. She told me, You must love him.' Then she died, or returned to wherever she came from.
The goddess spoke then, But you have not loved him, have you? Her voice was soft and tender like a warm blanket in the heart of a fierce winter.
The prince shook his head, tears building behind his eyes, He's sick... I know he's not of age, but I cannot lose him now.
The goddess removed her hands, sitting back on her heels, Tell me of her eyes... I will believe you if you tell me of the Love Goddess' eyes.
Again, Vejita dug through the years, the memories, Black, black eyes, like my son's... Only, they didn't reflect.
She nodded and that mass of hair shimmered about her, You speak the truth. Here, give me the boy. She said, reaching her arms out.
Vejita didn't hesitate, placing his son in her outstretched arms. She rose, holding the boy close to her nude, sexless body, moving to sit back in her throne. The prince remained down on one knee, watching curiously. In all the whiteness of the room, the throne, the goddess and her endless hair, as well as Kakarotto's skin, the black gi seemed more than out of place.
She touched his face and brushed his bangs back, He does hold the Love Goddess' beauty. Such a child. Her words were like an echo again, her lips hardly moving as the sound enveloped them.
What is his name?
Vejita answered, watching as she continued to caress his son.
A perfect name. She whispered, bending then to place her lips to Kakarotto's. Vejita watched in amazement as Kakarotto responded, his mouth opening. They pressed together, kissing deeply, and a strange energy began to build. An energy filled with pain, helplessness, and death. The strength behind this building force made the air thick, filling in all around them. And Vejita watched as Kakarotto's arms snaked around the goddess' unusually thin waist. Kami, just to see that his son was capable of movement caused happy tears to build again in his eyes.
The power began to subside, but all that horrible, negative energy remained gathered, balled together. The kiss broke and Kakarotto slumped in her lap. Vejita's eyes widened as he realized she'd sucked the illness right out of his son! She swallowed with some difficulty, and he felt that energy simply disappear within her immortal body.
She looked to him then, He is well, cured.
Then, immortality isn't necessary now? Vejita asked, glad to hear that his son, who lie weary in the goddess' lap, would be able to grow another for some years so that when blessed into immortality he might be stronger, more mature in form.
The goddess shook her head, I believe it wise to do it now. A half child of the gods, a bastard, if you will, isn't something lightly looked upon. Kakarotto was ill-fated from the beginning.
His head drooping, Vejita nodded, understanding. He remembered the words the woman had spoken to him all those years ago. He repeated them now, though he wasn't sure why or how he remembered them so perfectly, 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.
He couldn't see it, but he felt that the Immortality Goddess was smiling, Yes... I believe this is a test. Will love endure? The last she spoke with a deep voice, the echo louder, stronger. Will love endure?
Vejita looked up, nodding, Very well. If you will? He asked, rising then to his feet, Nappa and Raditz copying his movements behind him.
She nodded, turning her gaze to the boy in her arms. Kakarotto was conscious, but his eyes were closed. His body no doubt ached. Surely he was tired and wanted only to sleep.
The goddess began to speak then in a language none of them knew or understood. She went on and on, her voice slowly growing in volume. And as the sound grew, so did a new energy, a welling power. Her strange words were thundering off the icy palace walls as the power peaked. She stopped her chanting and leaned down, pressing her lips chastely to Kakarotto's forehead. Though Vejita couldn't literally see it, he watched as all that power transferred through the simple touch, flowing into his son in a rush.
Kakarotto's eyes snapped open and his back arched. The prince could feel that energy flowing, spreading through his son's body. He remembered this part... He remembered the drowning sensation, the need for air. Minutes passed, sweat breaking out across the boy's brow. Then, he coughed and gasped, sucking air in desperately.
The goddess smiled and gestured for him to approach. Vejita bowed and stepped up to the throne, reaching out as she lifted his son, placing him in his arms, He's still weak, but that will pass. I've given him immortal youth, just as I gave you. Go now, Prince Vejita, Young Prince Kakarotto. We shall not meet again.
They all bowed deeply, respectfully, before turning and leaving. Kakarotto was awake and aware, but he was confused and remained silent. They boarded the ship and began preparations for take off. Another seat had been added in the control room, and Vejita sat his son there, buckling him in snugly.
Take off was a little jerky, rougher than usual due to the high speed winds of Planet Shimo. Still, the ship managed easily enough, speeding out into the quiet darkness of space. They were leaving the Tenshi Constellation, the bright stars zipping passed.
Kakarotto leaned forward against his seat belt, looking out at the magnificence of it all. It wasn't often he saw things of beauty, and he was glad to see this, This is space? He questioned, having to try at it several times before being able to get the words out.
Vejita nodded, Brace yourself.
Kakarotto turned to look to his father. He had so many questions! He remembered the spar, blocking his father's ki blast, and then that pain! Then things went blank. What had happened? How long had he been asleep? Who was that glowing, white woman whose arms he'd awoke in? What had she done to him? Why were they on a mission? He was so confused! But even more confusing was the look in his father's eyes. He hadn't seen that look there in years. His father was happy, pleased.
The ship started vibrating and rising, and Kakarotto remembered his father's words. He leaned back in his seat and held onto it's edge. Good thing too, for when the ship blasted off, he felt his entire body sucked back against the seat. He wanted to look to his father, look for that light in those mysterious eyes, but he kept his gaze to the window, watching as the white planet faded to complete blackness.
The ship suddenly slowed, and if wasn't for the seat belt, he'd have flown head first into the control panel, Why am I so weak? He asked, glancing from Nappa to Raditz to his father, who were all rising from their seats.
Vejita approached his son, undoing the seat belt, You need to rest. Come on, I'll explain everything.
Kakarotto nodded, taking his father's offered arm as they started for a corridor. His legs were weak, but his mind was sharp, fully aware. Even though he felt drained, it was as if he had more potential strength than ever before. It was confusing.
Slowly, they made their way to the bedroom they'd been sharing. Kakarotto glanced around at all the medical supplies, Was I sick?
Vejita closed the door and suggested his son lie down. Once the boy was doing so, he moved to lie beside him. It was obvious Kakarotto was surprised, shocked even.
What changed you? Kakarotto whispered, his heart doing flip flops. Since that night long ago when his father had touched him in that glorious way, since he'd realized how much he cared for his father and yearned for his approval, ever since he could remember, he'd wanted this attention! Wanted his father to look at him just this way!
Vejita smirked, Baka... You changed me. Always you.
Kakarotto shook his head, about to ask more, but his father cut him off.
There's a lot I need to tell you. It'll explain everything. Vejita waited until his son nodded before he went on, You were ill. After that spar, when you fell... I took you straight to the infirmary. The doctors said you had some new disease, that there was nothing they could do for you.
Eyes wide, Kakarotto cut in, Then how?
The prince lifted a hand to silence his son, I'm explaining... I didn't know what else to do for you, so I decided to bring you to see the Goddess of Immortality.
Kakarotto nodded. He'd heard of the goddess. Keya had taught him that every future king was to go see her upon his eighteenth birthday, Then that's who she was? He asked, realizing this must have been who that white woman was.
Vejita nodded, I know you're not eighteen... But I couldn't think of any other way. It took a year to reach her. All these medical supplies you see are what I had to bring in order to keep you alive.
So, I'm fifteen now?
Vejita nodded again.
What did you have to do? Was it hard?
There was concern in Kakarotto's voice and the prince smiled, genuinely smiled, It was hard work, but it was worth it. I had to give you daily shots, keep you clean, and make sure your IV was always full.
The boy grimaced, Shots? You gave me needles?
Vejita laughed out, I'm afraid so!
Unable to help himself, Kakarotto found himself chuckling as well. When was the last time he heard his father laugh?! He couldn't even remember. After a few moments, he sobered, everything finally sinking in, So, I'm immortal now? Like you?
Vejita nodded, An immortal youth. Your shape will never change. I wish it could have waited a few more years... That way you could have reached your true height and frame... Plus, you're somewhat thin because of your illness, and your so very pale. It'll be this way for you always. I hope you don't mind. I just... I couldn't think of any other way.
Kakarotto remained silent, watching his father. There was grief in his words, and he honestly couldn't remember hearing anything like it in the older man's voice before. He sidled closer, Do I look bad? He whispered.
Vejita's eyes flicked to his son's, No. Kami, no.
The answer came so sudden and reflexive, Kakarotto grinned, You like how I look then?
Now Vejita was chuckling, but it faded quickly as he realized he had to answer. He sighed, You're even more beautiful than your mother.
Kakarotto leaned back then. This was the second time his father had ever mentioned his mother. Keya, his tutor, had never spoken of her, and he'd never asked. He'd always felt it was something for his father to tell him, and yet, he'd never asked.
Vejita sighed again, practically capable of reading his son's thoughts by his expressions, Yes, I think it's finally time I tell you about your mother.
The boy'seyes went wide, and the prince held back a smirk as he let the memories flood him. He started off by telling of her beauty, how he'd walked in his room, ready for a shower and some rest, only to find a beautiful woman in his bed. He told how she'd enchanted him with her sweet voice and sensuous looks. He explained the strange things she'd said, and how he'd dismissed them.
Then she was going on about being pregnant. Vejita said, watching his son through it all. Kakarotto remained calm and quiet, listening carefully to every detail. He told the boy how he'd wished against the pregnancy for all those months, and that roused him.
You didn't want me? He blurted, his eyes suddenly watery.
Vejita smiled faintly, I had never wanted children. I was... Scared to bring a child into the world.
But why? Kakarotto asked curiously, not quite understanding how anyone could not be excited with the news of pregnancy.
Vejita sighed, My childhood was horrible, Kakarotto. It made me into a harsh, uncaring person. I didn't want that for anyone else. He lifted his hand before his son could say more, And then you were born. You were the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen, have ever seen. He said, whispering the last. He went on to describe his mother's death and her final words, You must love him.
You wouldn't eat or sleep or even stop crying until I laid hands upon you. So, I had you moved into my quarters and cared for you myself. I decided to do for you what my father never did for me. Though, I'm not sure I did a god job.
Kakarotto grinned, jumping forward and throwing his arms around his father's neck, You have, you have!
Startled, Vejita was a bit unsure. Slowly, he allowed his arms to snake around the boy's waist. He reminded himself of the Love Goddess' words, You must love him. He even reminded himself of the Immortality Goddess' questioning, But you have not loved him, have you?
Kakarotto pulled back, Whatcha thinking?
Vejita shook his head, You're my son and...
Family just doesn't do that.
The words were whispered, memorized, and Vejita knew instantly that he'd said them, that he'd told his son this that night long ago. The night he'd awoke touching his own son that way. His mind was at war with itself. On one hand he wanted to crawl atop the boy and have his way here and now, on the other, he wanted to run to the opposite corner of the room and pray the evil thoughts away.
Kakarotto wasn't positive of the exact reasons, but he knew his father was in turmoil, knew the older man was unsure, Please... Ever since that night, I just want to be near you. He whispered, moving close again, the lines of their bodies pressing together.
You don't understand... Father and son? It's unheard of. Vejita said, wanting desperately to run his fingers along his son's pale forearm.
Kakarotto whispered, leaning his head forward, resting his cheek to his father's clothed chest.
Vejita swallowed, What if I've influenced you? What if you only want me because I'm the only person you've ever been near?
Kakarotto shook his head, No, I always wanted you.
Vejita swallowed again, taking his son by the shoulders and holding him away so that he might look into those deep, black eyes, Want what from me?
The boy appeared to think for a moment, glancing away as he carefully considered the question, Everything. I like just being with you, and I really miss sleeping beside you. I want us to talk like we used to when I was little, and I want to see you smile more. I want everything.
Vejita narrowed his eyes, Love. You want love.
Kakarotto wasn't positive he understood the word, it wasn't one he heard often, but he knew well enough the feeling, the emotions, and he nodded quickly.
The prince pulled his son close again, wrapping his arms about the boy, Don't you know, you've always had that. And then they were clinging to one another, silent words passing between them as they tried to control their watering eyes and beating hearts.
Minutes passed and a loud, growling sound came between then, Kakarotto's stomach. They both chuckled and wiped at their eyes, slowly sitting up. Vejita nodded, Let's get something to eat, we can talk more about all this later.
Kakarotto nodded as well, and seconds later, they were making their way into the small kitchen/mess hall. Nappa and Raditz were there, having just sat down to eat.
Hey, nice to see you up and walking around! Raditz said cheerfully, rising to give the young prince a quick hug.
Grinning, Kakarotto moved to give Nappa a quick hug as well, Well, it doesn't feel like it was that long ago since I saw you guys, but... I missed ya anyways!
No kidding. It's been quiet without you. Raditz said, reaching out and ruffling the boy's hair as he took a seat.
Vejita moved to heat up some pre-made meals, I can't wait to be back home, eating fresh-cooked food. The prince grumbled, waiting impatiently for the microwave to sound.
Nappa grunted in agreement, holding back a chuckle.
Kakarotto all but started salivating as Vejita brought over the finally heated trays, setting one before him. Instantly, the young prince began digging it. It wasn't that good, but man was he starving!
The three watched in silent awe as Kakarotto cleared his plate in just minutes, Well, at least he's still the same Kakarotto. Raditz said, breaking the silence, causing them all to laugh.
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They ate in relative quiet, Kakarotto now and then picking morsels from the others' plates. He asked a few questions, and Nappa updated the young prince on a few things that had been going on back home.
Eventually, they made their way to the small training room with the destroyed hospital bed in the corner, What happened? Kakarotto asked upon seeing it.
Vejita frowned at the ugly mass of metal, Nothing. Come on, let's train. You're behind.
Kakarotto nodded and began warming up, starting with a few stretched before moving into a simple kata. Nappa and Raditz moved to the wall, standing out of the way.
Vejita watched patiently, knowing his son to always want a warm up. Strange, not many warriors stretched before training. Well, most of the weak ones did, but Kakarotto was far from weak. He'd outgrown warming up the day he'd turned six. Still, the prince patiently waited, watching the flow of lean muscles beneath taut skin, totally transfixed.
Kakarotto finished without a single mistake, grinning as he took on an offensive position, He asked, noting that his father was a bit dazed. The older man snapped out of it rather quickly though, a smirk pulling at his lips as he crouched defensively.
A quick nod from the prince, and the boy was flying forward. In all honesty, Kakarotto was far less powerful than he once was, but he also wasn't doing bad for a warrior that had lied prone for more than a year. They went a couple rounds, punching and kicking and blocking, keeping things simple.
After only thirty minutes or so, Kakarotto backed off, signaling for a break. He bent, hands resting on his knees, breathing heavily, Why am I so weak?
Vejita shook his head, Baka... You're lucky you're not dead.
The boy chuckled, nodding, Ah, I guess you're right.
The prince smirked, gesturing his son over, Let me show you something.
Kakarotto's eyebrows rose in curiosity as he approached his father, giving his arm when it was asked for. He watched as the prince lifted his arm to sharp teeth. Kakarotto almost moaned as he felt those soft lips brush his skin, followed by the erotic scrape of his father's canines. The moan didn't get a chance, however, as those sharp teeth raked roughly across his skin, enough pressure to bring blood.
Kakarotto screamed, jerking his arm back, Why'd ya do that?! He asked, confused and a little freaked out.
Vejita laughed out, Just look at your arm.
Carefully, the boy turned his arm to inspect the slight injury. He stared in amazement as it magically healed before his eyes, flesh knitting itself back together, the blood vanishing.
Vejita smirked, You're immortal now. You don't have to worry about injury or illness. However, you can still die if your head or heart is destroyed. Got it?
Kakarotto quickly nodded, running his fingers over the place where his father had bitten him. Strange, the slight pain was worth it for those few seconds before... Kami, he could still feel those soft, firm lips. The boy shivered, shaking the thoughts away.
Raditz was chuckling suddenly, You scream like a girl. He managed after a few tries.
Kakarotto glanced at the long-haired warrior,
They all laughed out then, sharing a moment of peace and general happiness. Their stress evaporating as they enjoyed the moment.
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To be continued...
More Author's Notes: I've gotten quite a few email reviews insisting I do away with the incest bit, so I thought I'd give you guys a heads up... The reason I even started writing this fic was to write an incest fic. (Yes, I know, it's a sick fetish.) So, either deal with it and enjoy or be gone. This fic is going to stay incest.
Oh... And one more thing... I'd like to send a Thank you! out to Camaro, the author who reviewed this fic at her site, Kiss of Hell. I read up a bit about you before reading the review, and I must admit... I was terrified to read what you had to say. ^_^ However, upon actually reading the review, I must say, thank you. I greatly appreciate your honesty.