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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! I'm SO terribly sorry about the long wait!!! I can't apologize enough!!!! I've started a new job though, and I find myself with hardly any free time. No worries. I WILL finish this!!! Hopefully I'll have a much longer chapter out much sooner. (Yeah, sorry about this one being such a shorty.) 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 VIII
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For the next couple of weeks, they worked their lives into a sort of routine. Each morning they rose to have breakfast together, followed by a quick spar. Then, they moved into the control room, sitting, talking, and laughing together while looking out the window, watching stars and planets pass. They had lunch together, then separated, each of them needing some time to themselves for no good reason really. Raditz often worked out in his room, Nappa usually napped, Kakarotto would find his way to the small training hall, working at repetitive exercises in order to build back some strength in his muscles, and Vejita often would close himself up in their room, meditating or simply contemplating their situation. They'd meet again in the mess hall to have dinner together, relaxing a bit, talking and laughing together while their food digested. Then they'd all head to the training room. It was during the evenings that things got heated. Kakarotto insisted Vejita push him to the limits. The boy was discovering that with his new gift, he was capable of training harder than he'd ever trained before, his body recovering almost instantaneously. Now he understood how his father had been capable of training so insistently before, back home. Nappa and Raditz would spar during the princes' breaks, each of them growing significantly stronger. Once they were completely exhausted, they'd retire.

Kakarotto wiped the sweat from his forehead as he followed his father into their room. He closed the door behind him and moved to the closet, quickly peeling away his damp clothes. What he really needed was a shower, but he was too tired. He ached just standing, his muscles protesting and complaining as he pulled on a clean pair of gi pants, tying them in place with a white sash. He glanced over to see his father doing the same, pulling the black fabric of his pants up over his buttocks, manuevering the sash in place.

A little unsure of the thoughts running through his mind, Kakarotto suddenly found himself moving closer to the prince, coming up behind the slighter man and slipping his finger into the not-yet-tied sash.

Vejita tensed up upon noticing the gentle tugging at his waist. He let go of the sash and held his breath as his son pulled it away, causing his pants to drop to his ankles, Kaka... What are you doing?

Kakarotto took a step forward, the length of his body pressing against the prince's, I dunno. He mumbled, running a hand lightly over his father's hip.

Vejita closed his eyes and breathed deep, feeling his son's arousal press against the small of his back, No. You have to stop.

Still not quite sure what he was doing, but knowing full well he didn't want to stop, Kakarotto leaned his head down, resting his forehead on his father's shoulder,

Taking another deep breath, Vejita stepped away, pulling his pants back up as he moved to the far side of the room, tying his sash snugly in place, We just can't. It's not natural.

Kakarotto continued to face the closet, He asked, wondering at his father's meaning.

The prince moved to his son again, You don't understand. First of all, we're both male. It's not unheard of, but it's uncommon, and extremely rare among royalty. Second, you're my son. Don't you know there are laws forbidding incest? There aren't many Saiya-jin as it is, and it's forbidden to taint bloodlines. And last, worse than all the others... Love. Vejita took hold of the boy's shoulders, turning him in order to face him.

His eyes narrowed in concentration, Kakarotto paid careful attention to every word,

Vejita whispered, reaching up to place his hands to either side of the boy's face, I shouldn't, but I love you. You're my son, how could I not?

Kakarotto nodded, But I...

Vejita shook his head, No, it's a weakness to love one another that way. Our bodies and minds would be linked. If one of us were to die, or if we were separated for a long period of time, it would result in the death of the other.

Kakarotto smiled, But I do love you, Papa, more than just as my father. And dontcha see, with love we won't ever be lonely, won't die alone.

Vejita faltered, more than tempted. The longer he looked at his son, the more he wanted him, in every way. He shoved at the boy's shoulders gently as he turned away.

Remaining still and silent, Kakarotto simply watched as his father paced, his expression growing more stern with each passing second. He wasn't sure what exactly he wanted from his father except to say everything, but that obviously wasn't something the older man was willing to give just yet. Realizing this, he lifted a hand in a gesture to stop his father's pacing. The prince did just that, stilling, waiting for him to speak.

Will ya just hold me while we sleep?

His confusion melted away at the simpleness of the question. Kakarotto wasn't asking for sex or love, he just wanted to be held, From now on?

Kakarotto thought on this for a moment, then nodded.

Vejita asked, tyring to get all this clear before he committed.

The boy grinned then, nodding again,

Vejita shook his head. It was a bad idea. It wouldn't stop at just that, and he knew it. Yet... He didn't watch as his son undressed, instead moving to turn out the light. Once in darkness, the prince removed his own clothing. His Saiya-jin eyes were capable of making out shapes and outlines in the pitch, and he could see that Kakarotto was in bed, lying on the pallet on the floor.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Vejita moved to the bed, urging the nervousness away, berating himself for it as he climbed beneath the covers. Instantly, Kakarotto sidled close, that soft, virgin skin unbelievably warm against his own. Vejita sighed, giving in to the sensation, wrapping his arms about the boy's thin, narrow little waist. The slimness of Kakarotto's body reminded him of his son's age. Kami, the boy was just fifteen.

Still, he held him close, Kakarotto's back to his chest. The boy's hands moving to cover his smaller ones, pressing his outspread palms firmly to the boy's flat stomach. Vejita fought his arousal, kept it at bay, but he could smell his son's. If he were to slide his hands down only a matter of centimeters, he'd find his son half erect. As it was, the prince could feel Kakarotto's tail twitching where it was trapped against his stomach.

Ya know, the only reason I ever trained so hard was ta please you. I used ta think if I could just get strong enough, you'd want me close like that one time.

Vejita gritted his teeth in an attempt to fight the stinging at the back of his eyes. He simply wouldn't allow them to water up, he would not cry, All this time?

Kakarotto leaned his head back against his father's shoulder, I do everything to please you. He whispered.

What do you want for yourself? The prince asked, hoping to kami his son had an answer.

Kakarotto thought on it for a moment, Just you.

Vejita lifted a hand to his son's bangs, brushing them back and lifting his head to kiss the boy's forehead chastely, You may have me yet. He whispered, Now, go to sleep.

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To Be Continued...

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Again, I apologize for the shortness of this chapter! Bows! I promise the next one will be longer, and (hopefully) will be up SOON. Just hang in there. I WILL finish this fic.