Immortal Together

By: Amalthea AKA Hatti Lee

Started: 2.22.4

Author's notes: I already had this chapter, just needed to type it up again. So, that explains the quick posting. I won't be updating quite this often. I'm thinking…About once a week. Anyway, this one's pretty long. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z or its characters. So, no suing, okay?

Warnings: This fic contains homosexuality as well as incest. Does that not interest you? Then go no further. Also, this fic is rated R for sexual content , language, and violence. Please do not proceed if you're not of age.

Chapter XIII

Vejita's stomach growled loudly on his trek back to his quarters. His father had droned on the entire morning. It was now an hour passed lunch and he was starving.

He had to admit though, a lot of his father's ideas were good ones, though totally unlike anything he'd ever heard before. The king was right to assume the people would think him week. Never had a Saiya-jin with power done the right thing, the responsible thing.

His thoughts swam away as he reached his destination to find it changed. He entered and looked about. He'd expected to see Kakarotto either asleep still in bed of sitting up and waiting for him. Instead, however, he saw a makeshift, double-sized bed, an extra night table, and an extra door, which stood open. Vejita approached the new doorway to find Kakarotto's old room with Kakarotto in it.

The boy looked up, arms full of clothing, "You're back."

Vejita nodded, "You've been busy."

Kakarotto smiled, lifting the last of his closet's contents and stepping passed his father, "Nappa did it." He said, dropping his easy burden near what was now their shared closet, his old room empty now, containing only a barren dresser.

Vejita gave the new door another look before closing it, "And the bed?" He asked, turning to face his son.

The boy smiled, "Oh, I did that. What do ya think?"

A smirk pulled at one side of the prince's lips as he approached his lover, stepping out of his boots and removing his gloves on the way over, "I promised you we'd fuck as soon as I got back." He whispered, running a bare hand over his son's fine-featured face.

Kakarotto breathed deep, closing his eyes, heat instantly building between his legs, "Make love."
He whispered in correction.

Vejita chuckled, leaning forward and pressing his lips to his son's. Kakarotto's mouth came open instantly, and Vejita dove in without hesitation. He slipped his hands to the knot at the boy's waist, skillfully untying it, causing Kakarotto's pants to drop, leaving the boy completely naked. Vejita stepped closer then, running his fingertips up his son's sides.

Kakarotto shivered, breaking the kiss in need of air, "Nn…" He breathed, gripping them hem of his father's shirt, pulling the stretchy material up over the older man's head, letting it fall to the floor where his gi pants lie. He then slipped his fingers into the front of his father's pants, pulling the prince close, "I wish we didn't have ta worry about anyone finding out. It feels like we haven't done it in forever."

Vejita chuckled, "Forever? It's only been… What? Two days?"

"Ya know what I mean."

Vejita's expression softened as he leaned forward, planting a chaste kiss to his son's forehead, "Hai, I know what you mean."

Tugging downward, Kakarotto began the removal of his lover's pants. It took some effort, but he'd become skilled with the task. Both naked, they moved to the bed, Kakarotto leading the way, crawling to the center and stretching out, grinning all the while.

Vejita smirked, following suit and climbing over his son. They'd been fucking for more than a year now, and though they knew one another's bodies as well as they knew their own, exploring every centimeter of flesh, every crack and crevice, never grew tiresome. The exploration, the rememorizing was as important as the act itself.

The prince straddled his son, placing his hands on the boy's sides and running them up, higher and higher, pushing Kakarotto's arms up over his head. Vejita fingered his son's armpits, moving the touch over to already pert nipples.

Kakarotto sucked in a breath of air, his hands now dancing up and down from his father's delicious hips to his knees and back up again. He could barely keep his thoughts straight as the prince's hot mouth descended upon his neck, sucking, tongue swirling, teeth nipping. He moaned and his father responded, sharp canines biting a little rougher into tender flesh. Kakarotto lifted his hips off the mattress, causing their groins to meet firmly.

Vejita groaned, kissing the boy again on the lips, before moving down to finger worried nipples. He felt like sinking his teeth though and he didn't want to do the little buds damage, so he continued downward. Upon reaching the soft skin of his son's stomach, Vejita began kissing and licking, slowly working up to it. The moment he grazed his teeth along saliva-slicked skin, Kakarotto made a small moan. He gently nipped and the sound came again. He flat out bit down and the boy squirmed, the moan coming louder. It was as if they were perfect for one another, his sensual infliction of pain causing Kakarotto pleasure.

They played at this game until they could stand it no longer, Kakarotto's body ridden with teeth marks. Beads of sweat glistened on their skin, filling the room with the heady scent of salt and sex. Vejita kissed a slight wound a few centimeters above his son's groin, tonguing tiny teeth marks for a little taste of blood. Once satisfied, the prince moved lower, pressing his lips against the taught flesh.

He'd been trying to keep quiet. This was after all their first time having sex here, and he wasn't sure what would happen should someone overhear their lovemaking. Those thoughts left quickly though, the sensation of his father's wickedly talented tongue drowning out everything. Forgetting his worries, Kakarotto fisted his hands in their blanket and threw his head back, making sounds he couldn't identify, a mixture of words, moans, and hitching gasps. He could feel it building, knew he was going to come soon.

Vejita pulled back, taking a moment to pause and watch the boy recover.

"Kami…" Kakarotto managed, having finally caught his breath.

The prince smirked, more than pleased with himself. He sat up on his knees then, straddling his son's lower legs, and leaned forward, his hands on either side of the boy, holding himself up. Looking down at beautiful, partially-closed, black eyes, he whispered, "Turn over."

Without question or even a playful remark, the young prince rolled over onto his stomach. In the process, the boy's calves brushed Vejita's groin, causing his eyes to flutter shut for an instant. He ached with arousal and had a silent urge to just have his way with the boy, but those were dark thoughts that would never come to pass. Sure, sometimes they had rough sex, but Vejita always made sure his son was enjoying it.

The prince leaned down, kissing down from prominent shoulder blades to the small of Kakarotto's back. He lingered there before moving on down to the exquisite curve of his son's firm ass. He raked his teeth across one cheek, using his tongue once he reached the crack. Vejita had to reposition then, pushing his son's legs apart in order to move between them, his tongue never faltering in it's downward trek.

Kakarotto gasped, trying in vain to keep still, the hot, wet intrusion driving him closer to that glorious pinnacle. His father's touch left before he could get worked up though. He was about to make a sound of disappointment, but suddenly there were probing fingers where a tongue once was.

He knew the drill by now, the key was to relax and keep breathing. Just when he felt he was beginning to loosen up, his father pulled away again. Kakarotto knew what was coming next and was anxious for it. He even pushed his rear up, spreading his legs a tad more. He could hear the prince chuckling behind him, then there was hot pressure at his entrance. Seconds later, the older man was pushing forward, and Kakarotto was gritting his teeth and clutching the blanket beneath him. His father kept on until they were fully connected, then paused, both of them breathing deep.

They kept it slow for as long as they both could stand, then progressively began to speed up, Vejita's hands on the boy's hips, pulling him back with force as they came together time and again. Kakarotto came first, his hard-on trapped between his abdomen and the mattress, making a mess there. His father came moments later, exploding deep within him.

Vejita collapsed atop his son, catching his breath, "That's what I needed." He said, more to himself. The stress had been building up since their return, but now it was as if it had all been washed away. He lifted off his son, smiling when the boy made a small sound when he pulled himself free. Vejita moved to turn out the lights, then lay beside his son, pulling their blanket up over them, "We'll have to shower when we get up, and we'll have to have the bedding cleaned too."

Kakarotto sighed, changing the subject, "What did you say to the king?" He asked, cuddling up to his lover.

"I'm now in charge of keeping order, passing judgment, and giving punishment. I begin next week." This time it was Vejita's turn to sigh, just thinking about it made him tired.

Kakarotto lifted his head, "That's what you want to do?" He knew it was a job that had to be done, but he would never be able to do it, and it amazed him that his father was going to try.

"What I want is to lead a life without responsibility, to do as I please, and have you by my side, but that's nonsense. I'm a Saiya-jin Prince, and it's my duty to lead my people." He said, the last thick with sarcasm.

A smile pulled at Kakarotto's lips at the mention of himself and what his father truly wanted, but the smiled died all too soon, "I know ya feel you have ta lead the people, but there's more than one way. Why do Saiya-jin see strength in cruelty?"

The prince sighed again, "This isn't about real strength. It's about strength of power, and power is gained through fear, and cruelty is the best way to instill fear."

"Why does the king need that kind of strength? Wouldn't the people follow him if he just did the right thing?" Kakarotto questioned, not quite understanding.

"That's just it, the people don't know right from wrong, and they don't care. It's the Saiya-jin way to follow the most powerful, and everyone strives for that position. It the king falters and shows weakness, there will be a revolt in a heartbeat."

Kakarotto laid his head back down, pressing his cheek to his father's shoulder, "I just don't get it."

Vejita wrapped his arms about the boy, "That's because you're pure. Just try not to think about it."

"But I don't want you to have that terrible job!" The young prince blurted out, lifting his head again, looking his father in the eyes, concern evident in his little voice.

Leaning up, Vejita planted a wet kiss upon his son's soft lips, "I'll be fine. Now, lie down."

Kakarotto reluctantly nodded, laying his head down and closing his eyes, but the worry didn't leave him. Why did his father have to be burdened with this task? Why couldn't the people be won with compassion? Were all beings controlled by power and fear, or was it just the Saiya-jin?

………………………………...

Nappa heard the news of the prince's new position in a mere matter of minutes upon entering the mess hall that evening. It was all anyone was talking about. It was said among the soldiers that it was a good decision considering the prince's temper and harsh demeanor.

Only Raditz sat quiet. Nappa joined him, glad that the long-haired warrior was keeping quiet. He knew what Raditz was thinking. It was doubtful that the prince was going to be able to perform his new duties. It was simply fact that a warrior in love wasn't capable of being strong and ruthless when necessary. Still, the prince knew these things and still accepted the position. So, perhaps it's Vejita's plan to appear strong and ruthless and most obviously not in love. A means to keep his and the young prince's secret safe. Nappa could only guess, he hadn't spoken to his prince at all this day and hadn't seen the young prince since before lunch. He could easily speculate as to why.

He chuckled as he began eating, and Raditz looked to him, "What's so funny?"

Nappa shook his head, "Nothing." It wasn't nothing, just nothing the long-haired warrior wanted to hear. He could just imagine the princes hiding out in their room unable to come out until a good day's time passed and the scent of their lovemaking faded. Now that he thought about it, neither of them had eaten all day. He chuckled again, surely they were starving, especially Kakarotto.

"What is it?" Raditz asked, a hint of a smile at his lips.

"Nothing, it's nothing." He said, shaking his head again as he took another bite of his cooling meal.

Raditz decided whatever it was wasn't worth it and changed the subject, "I saw Kakarotto earlier today."

Nappa became serious, looking to his friend.

"We wanted to spar, but… I just couldn't. I know it makes him sad, but I don't want to be around him anymore." Raditz felt simply horrible saying these things, but they were the thoughts that weighed most heavily on his mind, and he couldn't speak them to anyone else wit Hough revealing the princes' secret.

"I know he's immortal now and the next strongest warrior on the planet after Prince Vejita, but he's still just a child, Raditz."

"I know, I know…" The long-haired warrior sighed, resting his elbows on the table and his chin in his hands, "But what they're doing isn't right. I can't ignore it. So… I… I've signed up for open duty."

Nappa sat up, realizing this was more serious that he'd thought, "Have you told him?"

Raditz shook his head.

"You know the kid loves you like family."

"I know, but I don't know how to tell him. He knows why I've been avoiding him, but hadn't really questioned me on it yet. If I tell him, he's going to want me to explain it, and I'm not sure I can without sounding… Cruel."

"That's because it is cruel." Nappa said, holding up a hand in a gesture to keep Raditz from retaliating, "Listen… I'm not trying to say I'm right and you're wrong. For all I know, you are right, but Kakarotto's just a kid. Since his birth we've all been around him, becoming close with him and one another. Our time in space changed everything… We're practically family now. You, me, Vejita, and Kakarotto. You don't turn your back on your family just because of something like this."

Raditz rubbed his forehead, his eyes closed as e concentrated on his friend's words, "Maybe you're right… But how am I supposed to deal with this? It goes against everything we were ever taught, everything I believe."

"Just give it time." Nappa said, taking another bite of food.

The long-haired warrior chuckled, "You know, that's just what Kakarotto said."

The rest of their time together was spent chatting idly over unimportant things, mostly mission and other warriors. Nappa kept the news of his sons to himself. Once he'd finished his meal and was looking down on his empty plate, and idea came to him. He bid his fellow warrior goodnight and approached a young slave hurrying about in the mess hall. Within moments he had two large meals wrapped up for his convenience. Still, it was a little awkward carrying them, but he managed.

………………………………...

Their lovemaking seemed to have an opposite effect than he'd thought. Vejita had presumed that they'd be satisfied, but upon waking that evening, they'd both been ready to go again. After that, it was Kakarotto's stomach that reminded them of hunger. Vejita had completely forgotten about food, and he'd been famished upon leaving the throne room this morning. So, the plan had been to get showered and he go out alone to get food. Should anyone smell sex on him, it'd be assumed that he'd been with some slave woman. But the moment they stepped into the shower, they were at it again. They just couldn't keep their hands off each other. Now they both lie in their filthy bed, naked, and still wet from their long shower.

Vejita sniffed the air, "Kami, I'm so hungry, I'm smelling food." He said through a sigh.

Kakarotto sat up, "No, I smell it too!"

The door opened before he even knocked, causing Nappa to jump in surprise. Here was Kakarotto, butt naked, snatching the food from his very hands. Then the prince was approaching, securing a pair of gi pants in place and gesturing him inside. Nappa nodded and did so, closing the door behind him. Kami, the room reeked of sex!

"For Kami's sake, Kakarotto… Put some clothes on!" Vejita chided, watching as the boy seemed to just realize his nudity.

"Oh, heh… Sorry." The boy apologized, moving to the closet.

Nappa remained standing since the only other option was to sit on the bed, "I thought you two might be hungry." He said through a chuckle.

"Yeah, starving! Thanks a lot, Nappa." Kakarotto said, now dressed and looming over the food again, trying to unwrap everything without haste.

"I heard of your new position, Sire." Nappa said, speaking to the prince.

Vejita pulled his eyes off the food and glanced Nappa's way, "Hai, I begin next week."

"I never thought you'd accept such responsibilities."

Vejita turned back to his son's attempt to unwrap their meals, "Neither did I."

Nappa noted that this was said with regret and annoyance and perhaps a hint of sadness. He wasn't sure until he noticed Kakarotto had stopped in what he was doing and was now staring at the prince.

"Papa…" The boy whispered in concern, his gaze becoming heavy.

Vejita breathed deep and resumed his son's task, "Never mind that. We're going to eat and clean up and no more talk of this."

Kakarotto nodded silently.

………………………………...

It was the first day of his father's new position, and he wasn't allowed anywhere near the throne room. The week seemed to have flown by. At his father's request, they hadn't spoken on it again. Kakarotto knew this wasn't what his lover wanted. It wasn't that the older man cared not for his people and planet, Kakarotto knew deep down that his father cared, as much as the prince voiced otherwise, it was just…

Kakarotto sighed, pausing in his morning kata. His thoughts were clouding his concentration. It just seemed so wrong. The Saiya-jin were such a cruel race. How could one man be responsible for order, judgment, and punishment? It was just too much.

"Sire?"

The young prince blinked back to reality and noticed a soldier bowing before him, body bent at the waist. "Yes?" Kakarotto asked, curious.

The soldier stood straight and smiled, "Might I spar with you?"

Kakarotto eyed this woman. There weren't too many women warriors within the palace, and surprisingly this one seemed to have a rather impressive ki. She was about his height, obviously fit clad in the typical armor.

The boy shrugged, "I guess so." He stood ready and prepared for the woman's attack. She was strong and clearly skilled, but nothing compared to Vejita or himself, and his thoughts wondered yet again to his lover.

………………………………...

Vejita bent his arms backwards and cracked his back as he walked. Finally finished! It had taken nearly three hours! He'd been informed that it would take anywhere from one to four hours and had thought little of this at the time, but Kami how the time passed slowly. First, he'd been given the days reports, then he'd received each of the accused, after judging each of them, he'd determined their punishment and ordered it. Once all that was done, he'd reviewed the planet's current situation and determined what should be done to keep order. The formalities were the most tiresome. It was merely ten in the morning and already he was tired.

The corner of his mouth twitched upwards as he neared the training hall. Only Kakarotto could comfort his current state of mind. He turned the corner, prepared for an excited greeting. Only, he didn't receive one. Instead, he watched as his son sparred with a young woman he'd never seen before. She was obviously a warrior, but still, she held her feminine charms. Her face was most pleasing, a smile on her full lips. Long, brunette hair streaked through with copper wisped about as she moved, sparring rather well despite her level. She managed to get a kick in, the blow landing upside Kakarotto's head. The boy appeared to be jarred from his thoughts, eyes flashing to the woman's.

"I'm sorry!" She quickly apologized, stepping back and bowing deeply.

Kakarotto laughed, "No, it's okay… Don't be sorry. I just wasn't paying attention."

The woman looked up, eyes wide, surprised, "You weren't…? Kami, I was giving it my all."

"Ah, sorry… I just have a lot on my mind."

Vejita leaned against the doorway, his slight smirk falling away. He was the cause of the boy's absentmindedness. Kakarotto disapproved of his new position and worried over it endlessly. Vejita looked to the floor, wishing he were able to carry out his duties without causing his lover pain.

"What's you name?" The question pulled the prince from his thoughts and he looked up to see his son smiling now, standing much closer to the woman.

She laughed, a cheerful sound, "Ritsu."

Kakarotto grinned, "Ritsu! Hiya, I'm Kakarotto!"

She laughed again, eyes sparkling with happy tears, "Yes, I know."

A burning sensation took hold of Vejita's heart, and his frown deepened at the sight of Kakarotto's spirit coming to life. Joy shining in his eyes as it hadn't done in the last four days. The prince felt the urge to step forward and did so, making his presence known.

"Sire!" Ritsu said, her laughter quickly dying, her smile gone as she bowed.

"Papa! You're back! How'd it go?" Kakarotto asked, quickly approaching his father, worry and curiosity swimming together in his inky eyes.

Vejita felt his smirk returning, "Tiresome, but otherwise not so bad."

Kakarotto's eyes narrowed slightly as if he didn't quite believe his father, "Really?"

"Hai, I told you not to worry." Vejita said, annoyance and a tad of anger coloring his voice.

The boy nodded, "I know, I just…" Kakarotto stopped, they'd had this conversation many times recently, and it went the same way each and every time. No need to be repetitive, right? Instead, he turned to the woman, "This is Ritsu!" He said happily, introducing his new friend. He honestly hadn't thought much of the woman at first, but now he was happy she'd approached him. It never hurt to have another friend.

Vejita glanced the woman's way, "Yes, I overheard. Is it really appropriate to converse with a soldier this way?"

"What do you mean? What about Nappa and Raditz?" Kakarotto asked, his eyebrows drawing together.

"Yes, where are Nappa and Raditz?" Anger peeked into Vejita's tone again.

Kakarotto wasn't sure what was going on. Were they arguing? "Nappa went to check on something. I think he's sad. And I don't know where Raditz is. I haven't seen him in a couple days."

Ritsu wasn't sure what the hell was going on. Shouldn't she leave? This seemed to be a personal matter. But neither of them had dismissed her. If she just left, the prince would surely be angered. Wait… Did the prince just ask where Raditz was? "He's on an mission, Sire. He left three days ago."

Vejita turned to the woman. Who the hell asked her? And what was she still doing here? He was about to give her an earful when Kakarotto spoke up.

"He left?" The boy turned to his father, "He didn't even say goodbye." The last came out in a whisper as black eyes began to water.

Vejita sighed, about to step forward and offer a warm embrace when the woman stepped forward and beat him to it, wrapping her arms about his son.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you." She said quickly, "I hear he just recently signed up for open duty. He… He probably won't be back for a while."

Kakarotto nodded, his unshed tears seeming to fade from his sorrowful eyes, "It's not your fault…"

"Stop." Vejita said, he'd had enough of this, "You, you're dismissed." His voice was stern, and the woman reacted quickly, bowing to each of them before turning and hurrying away. Once she was gone, the prince looked to his son, "Now…"

"Why'd ya do that!" Kakarotto asked, perhaps a bit angry. The emotion faded instantly though, sadness taking it's place as he too turned and left the room.

Vejita stood with his mouth open, his brows drawn together. What the hell just happened here?

………………………………...

Several more weeks passed and Nappa noticed a problem arising. The prince was slightly worn from his new job, and he seemed a bit angry as of late. Nappa had a sneaky suspicion as to the cause. Kakarotto had made a new friend. Ritsu. As far as Nappa could tell, the friendship was completely innocent. He even considered it a good thing. Kakarotto was stressed and full of worry at Vejita's obvious state of wear. Nappa was busier than ever with Raditz' absence, and his mind was often elsewhere what with his son's awaited return. It was good Kakarotto had a friend, someone to talk to. It only seemed to spur jealousy in Vejita though.

"Oh, morning' Nappa." Kakarotto said through a sigh.

"Morning. On your way to the training hall?"

"I was, but I dunno… Ritsu might be there." The boy answered as they slowly made their way down the corridor.

"That's a bad thing?"
Kakarotto sighed again, "Papa thinks so. He doesn't like her."

Nappa chuckled, "I wouldn't worry on that. How is your father?"
"His mind's always tired. And since he has to be around royals every morning' of every day…" Kakarotto stopped in his trek, "We haven't done it in a long time."

Nappa frowned, unsure as to what he should say, "I…" He didn't have to worry about it though as Ritsu turned the corner and nearly ran into them in her haste.

"Oh, Sire!" She exclaimed, bowing slightly, "I was just looking for you." She then noticed Nappa and gave him a slight bow as well.

"What's the matter?" Kakarotto asked, watching as she brushed a few strands of hair out of her face.

"I was told to let you know that Prince Vejita will be another couple of hours. There's been a bit of trouble." She reported, eyes flashing.

Nappa watched what little color Kakarotto had drain from his face, "Is he hurt?" The question was small and quiet and full of fear.

Ritsu calmed somewhat, "Huh? Oh, no! Nothing like that. Trouble with the order of the planet. A rebel group was discovered yesterday evening. Turns out it had quite a few members. No one likes the king's new policies."

Nappa's brows rose, "Did they mention whose leading this group?" He asked curiously.

She shook her head, "They don't know. Everyone's stirred up. I even heard a couple soldiers saying that they'd like to join the rebels."

"Papa's still in the throne room?" Kakarotto asked, worry pulling at his fine features.

Ritsu nodded, wishing she could run a hand along his cheek and perhaps soothe his worries away. The thought slipped away though as the young prince suddenly hurried on down the corridor. She stood still, watching him leave, Nappa following. Over the passed few weeks she'd grown to admire the boy. He was so pure-hearted, unlike anything she'd ever known before. And Kami, so beautiful!

Nappa hurried behind the boy, "Hey, where are you going?" He asked as they passed the training hall entrance.

Kakarotto didn't answer as he continued onward. Without a second thought, he pushed the door open and stepped through the royal entrance to the enormous throne room.

"What the…!" A royal started, stopping instantly upon laying eyes on the young prince. The entire room bowed, a few offering a polite greeting, "Young Sire."

Vejita rose to his feet, "What are you doing here?" He asked, trying to suppress his anger.

Kakarotto left Nappa at the door to stand among the royals and onlookers as he climbed the few steps to the thrones. He didn't hesitate as he hurried to his father, his lover, throwing his arms about Vejita's neck.

The prince stood stock still, eyes wide.

Kakarotto eventually pulled back, eyes downcast, "I heard there was trouble with things, and… I was worried." He explained softly.

Vejita cleared his throat. He hadn't thought his message would result in this. He'd simply wanted the boy to know he'd be a bit late. However, the reaction made him realize just how worried his son really was. A smirk pulled at his lips and he turned to the crowd, "Break for five minutes." With that simple command, the room began to move, voice speaking amongst themselves.

"You shouldn't worry so much." Vejita said, sitting back down on his throne, motioning for Kakarotto to do the same.

"I can't help it. This is too much for you."

The prince scoffed at that remark, "You think I'm weak?"

"No!" Kakarotto quickly answered, "It's just… I know you, and I know how all this affects you. And…" The boy sighed, "This isn't a job for you. You're strong and mean, but you're also sweet and gently, and… I think too much of this is gonna make you…" He searched for the right word, "Cold."

What little anger showed on Vejita's face instantly fell away. This was the most his son and said to him in days, and Kami did it hit home. But he couldn't just quit. This was his job now. Who else could do this? The king was preoccupied installing his new laws and policies and enforcing them.

Vejita reached forward, enveloping the boy's chin in his hand, "Go back to our quarters. I'll be there as soon as I'm done here. Okay?"

The room seemed to the have quieted, the crowd having noticed this action. Royals did not behave so softly. Fathers and sons were not so close. Vejita pulled his hand away having realized his mistake.

Kakarotto nodded then, "Okay."

To be continued…