Immortal Together
By: Amalthea AKA Hatti Lee
Started: 2.22.4
Author's notes: Hiya! You guys enjoying? Let me know if it's getting too crazy or off track. Heh… I'm not even sure where I'm going with this. I'm just sort of… Winging it. Anyway, I did a spell check, but I didn't proof read this chapter. Please forgive any grammar mistakes. Thanks!
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 XIV
Their room was unusually tidy, and it bothered Kakarotto. It was just, he was finding it hard to fill the hours as of late. He woke early each morning to watch his father dress and leave, then slept in. Then he'd have breakfast, and go to the training hall and wait for his father's daily meeting to be done. Then they'd have lunch and train together or whatever, then dinner, then bed, etc. He found training more than interesting as always, but he wanted more. He missed the days when he and his lover would lie in bed all day talking. Back when they were still onboard the spaceship in the depths of space. He'd never thought he'd miss those days. The ship had been cold and confining.
The boy stepped inside the washroom, staring into the small mirror that hung slightly crooked above the sink. As awful as he felt, he looked fine. Being immortal had it's perks, he supposed. He then made his way into his old room, flipping the light switch on. It was bare and dusty, however, a dust free trail remained where he entered this room each night to hold up the impression that he and his father did not share a room. He stepped in further and went to the closet. He'd emptied it of everything except one thing. Something he couldn't bring himself to throw out. Something he wanted to keep secret. He pulled it from the high shelf, patting the dust away. He hadn't looked at it since he'd tossed it up there so long ago.
Vejita was removing his boots when he returned to their room. Kakarotto greeted his father, moving to sit on the bed and watch as the older man changed into a pair of gi pants.
The prince turned to speak when he noticed his son held something, "What's that?" He asked, taking a seat beside the boy.
Kakarotto handed the stained glove over, "Remember?"
The prince fingered the glove, tracing the red stain with his index finger, "Hai, I remember." He'd lost his cool long ago… It was when he'd first started desiring his son. He'd been so frustrated and confused… Kami, it felt like a lifetime ago.
"You're different, ya know. You used to be mad all the time." Kakarotto said, speaking softly as he leaned over, resting his head on his father's shoulder.
Vejita cracked a smile, "I suppose I have changed, ne?" He turned his head, placing a chaste kiss to his son's banged temple, "Being with you makes me happy."
Kakarotto couldn't help but grin. The older man didn't often voice such romantic notions. He lifted his head and placed his lips to his father's in an equally chaste kiss, "That's why I'm worried. If this keeps on, you're gonna turn into that person again." He said, lifting the glove.
Vejita held his son's head between his hands, willing the tears in those black eyes away, "Please don't be sad. I have to do this, I'm trying to make this damned planet better… For the people, for us, for you. I promise not to let it get to me. Just don't be sad. I can't handle seeing you this way."
"Sorry." Kakarotto whispered, a soft smile gracing his oh-so-kissable lips.
"That's the way." The prince whispered in return, "I need you to keep me sane." And with that he pressed his mouth to his son's, tongues meeting in an instant, passion blazing to life between them.
When they came apart, breathless, Kakarotto said, "But… Can we? Won't they-" He gasped, his words lost to him as his father's hands slipped inside his pants.
"I don't care. I need you." Vejita growled, gently pushing his son down on the bed. His actions were ungraceful as he pulled and yanked at their clothing. Free of restrictions, the prince spread his son's legs, pushing the boy's knees to his chest. Vejita was already achingly hard, pressed firmly against Kakarotto's entrance. The prince paused, realizing he was about to force himself in and hurt his son.
Kakarotto rolled his head to the side, a small moan slipping passed his lips as he reached up, taking hold of his father's arms, "Do it." He whispered, pressing his body back against his lover.
Vejita, still hesitant, pressed forward ever-so-slowly, closing his eyes for the sheer tightness. All his worries left him, he thought of nothing but the moment. The lights were on, the air was warm, and Kakarotto was panting beneath him, straining to keep control of his reactions. The prince opened his eyes once fully sheathed and gazed down on his son , watching the boy's features slowly smooth out as he relaxed, his body having grown comfortable to the intrusion. Vejita leaned down and kissed his son, mouths opened wide, tongues dancing.
Kakarotto gasped mid-kiss as his father began pulling out. When the older man pressed in again, harder this time, he hit that special place, his sweet spot. Kakarotto clenched his teeth and groaned, his hands unknowingly gripping his father's arms. In just a matter of minutes, he felt that familiar building feeling, "I'm gonna…" He managed.
"Already?" Vejita asked in a breathy voice, he hadn't even gotten going yet.
Pulling his knees further back against his chest, spreading his legs a tad more, Kakarotto tossed his head to the side, "More." He begged.
Vejita slowed to a stop and captured his son's lips with his own, kissing him again with the same deep passion.
"Please…" Kakarotto said, turning his head, breaking the kiss.
Vejita smirked, "I'm not ready." He whispered, using a hand to turn his son's head back into the kiss. He felt the boy's hips shifting against him at first, trying to gain any kind of friction, but after a few moments, he calmed, concentrating on their mouths and the kiss.
When he started up again, Vejita surprised another gasp from his son. Those pale, spidery hands gripped his arms again as he set a slow, deep pace. He kind of wished his immortal healing would allow the bruises to remain, purplish marks to prove his ability to drive his lover wild in bed. The boy continued to attempt to quicken the pace by pushing his hips back as well as his begging and moaning. Vejita felt his climax nearing. He groaned, speeding up. Kakarotto squirmed, moaning like a woman, nails digging into Vejita's skin. He could feel the blood trickling down his arms. With a grunt, Vejita slammed into his son and came just as the boy did, making a mess of them both.
"Ah…" Kakarotto voiced as his father pulled back. He straightened his legs and tried to catch his breath. His father moved to lie beside him, his breathing also coming quick.
"That was insane." Vejita said having finally calmed.
Kakarotto laughed, "I guess that's what happens when we don't do it for so long."
Vejita chuckled, turning to look at the boy, becoming serious, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let that damn job ruin this."
"I just wish we could every night."
Vejita smirked, "So do I, but you know we can't. As it is you're going to have to stay here all day tomorrow."
"It was worth it." Kakarotto said through a smile, sidling close and pressing his cheek to his father's.When the older man didn't move to turn out the lights, Kakarotto realized how tired his father really was. He considered getting up and doing it himself, but he rather liked being able to watch Vejita sleep.
"You're so tired." Kakarotto whispered as his lover's eyes slipped closed.
"Nn." Came the prince's reply, eyes remain closed, breath becoming slower.
Kakarotto smiled, repositioning to rest his head on his father's shoulder, pulling their blanket up over them. His smile faded as his thoughts began to wonder. He understood Vejita had to do his job despite the stress and hardships, but he couldn't just stop worrying. He realized, however, that he was going to have to stop voicing his doubts. He was going to have to be more positive about his father's position. What Vejita needed was support. With that decided, he allowed his thoughts to drift, fading into dreams. In mere moments, he was fast asleep.
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Raditz checked in at the main ship, reviewing the status of the mission and what all needed to be done yet. He and a dozen other Saiya-jin had been sent to this large, yellow planet. It wasn't much to look at, but had vast quantities of natural resources. While the inhabitants were few in number, many were fairly powerful and all of them were troublesome. It was taking longer than planned. Raditz was surprised the mission hadn't been called off. He'd heard the other warriors talking… Seemed Planet Vejita was undergoing some changes, in government mostly. Something about new laws going into effect, laws forbidding murder, cruelty, theft, laws to help the sick, poor, and needy. Before, it had always been the strong survive, the weak perish. There were even rumors that the king was trying to create a way of life for the people that didn't involve other planets, so that they might live off their own planet, their own work and creations. Supposedly that's why some of the insignificant missions had been called off.
Recently he'd heard that there were problems, many didn't agree to the kings new policies and ideas. Many other missions were being called off, warriors needed back home to keep the people under control. Something about rebel groups and whispers of uprising. It worried him endlessly. On one hand, he wanted to hurry home and see what was going on, how Nappa and his other fellow warriors were doing, how he could be of service to the royal family. Then he'd remember that he didn't much like the royal family anymore, and he'd decide that maybe this new government was something he opposed as well. Raditz found himself confused and torn, so frustrated that he'd throw his arms up and declare to his fellow soldiers that he didn't care either way. To hell with it!
Kapion approached and Raditz stepped out of the way so that the warrior might check in as well, "We have a lot of work for us today." Kapion said, his voice deep and gruff.
Raditz looked at him questioningly, not quite understanding.
"We were given a deadline. Seems we're needed on Planet Vejita too."
The long-haired warrior sighed, "What the hell's going on back home?"
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Kakarotto decided to take another shower. He'd cleaned the place up, feeling much like maid, changing the bedding, picking up laundry, dusting a bit. It didn't take long and time was passing at an intolerably slow rate. He'd already taken two showers, this was to be his third. He stepped out of his clothes and turned the water to warm, wishing they had a bath tub. A bath would take longer.
Just as suspected, he was done in no time, a mere twenty minutes having passed. Kakarotto sighed, flopping down on the bed. He had to think of something.
A soft tapping drew his attention from his boredom. Kakarotto sat up. It took him a moment to realize it was coming from the door, someone was knocking. He bolted to his feet, hurrying over, only to stop short before pressing the pad-like button that would reveal who was calling. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to answer. After all, this was supposed to be Vejita's room, and what if the smell of sex was still in the air, still one him. Biting his lip, Kakarotto slowly backed away, but he was still dying to know who it was, what they could possibly want.
He got an idea then and hurried through the new door that led to his old room. Without hesitation, he opened the main door and stepped out into the hall. Ritsu was standing nervously before his father's door.
"Ritsu?"
The woman looked up, surprised, "Oh, Sire… I thought this was your door."
Kakarotto smiled, shaking his head, "No, that's my father's quarters."
She gasped, "Oh! I'm glad he's not in. He'd have been angry."
"You were looking for me then?" Kakarotto asked, a little worried something else had gone wrong.
Ritsu noticed the boy's smile fade, the concern evident, "It's nothing important. I just didn't see you at breakfast or in the training hall, and it's about lunch time…"
Kakarotto found himself smiling again, "You were worried about me?"
She blushed, nodding, "Hai."
He couldn't help but laugh, "I was just sleeping in."
"You must be starving though." She said, stepping closer.
Kakarotto laughed again, "You know me pretty well. I guess let's go eat then."
They walked in silence, Ritsu easily detected the scent, though it was faint. Young Prince Kakarotto had been with a lover recently. She wondered who, desperate to know. There were several other women warriors and soldiers within the palace, but she hadn't noticed any of them with the prince. From the talk she heard, none of them were interested in the boy, though there were several that favored Prince Vejita. Perhaps Kakarotto had been with a slave.
She watched him as they were served their meals. He was kind and acknowledged the slaves, thanking them for the food, but his eyes didn't linger. Kakarotto never looked at anyone sexually, not even herself. It was hard to imagine him making love.
"What's the matter?" Kakarotto asked, noticing Ritsu's face suddenly flush.
"Ah, it's nothing." She answered quickly, lifting her chopsticks and digging in. Her mind couldn't let it be though, and she noticed a few warriors looking their way. Other's must have picked up on the scent as well. No doubt they assumed it had been she who'd been with the young prince recently. She reached for her cold drink, taking a large sip to cool herself and hopefully keep from blushing again.
Kakarotto sat back, stuffed, two trays empty before him, "That was great."
"Would you like to go to the training hall now?" Ritsu asked having finished her meal as well.
Kakarotto glanced at the clock. Vejita could be finished at any time. It seemed important that they not be together with anyone else, lest their secret be revealed. He decided it'd be best to return to their room and wait for his lover there. He shook his head, "No, I'm sleepy now from eating so much. I think I'm just gonna be lazy today and go back to sleep."
Ritsu nodded and stood as he stood, remaining while she watched him walk away. Once he was out of the room, she plopped back down in her seat. No doubt about, whoever Kakarotto had been with so recently, they must still be in his room. That's why the young prince was so eager to return to his bed.
She sighed, wondering if it was healthy for her to have such a crush. They seemed to be no more than friends, but she couldn't help it, even if he was several years younger than her. He was just so…
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Nappa sighed as the last of it was done. Everyone, royals, soldiers, criminals in custody, they all filed out, the throne room slowly emptying. Prince Vejita slouched in his seat, his hand going to his forehead, eyes slipping closed.
"You're being careless." Nappa said as he approached.
Vejita opened his eyes, sitting up a bit, his posture defensive.
The bulky warrior sighed, "You reek of sex."
"And? I believe my personal affairs are none of your business."
Nappa only sighed again, stepping aside and waiting for the prince to rise. He'd been ordered to attend these tiresome sessions each morning as well as a number of soldiers in order to dissuade any rebel activity.
Vejita stood, sighing as well. He knew he'd been short with his faithful friend, but couldn't bring himself to apologize. Instead, he made a simple gesture that they were leaving and started for the exit.
"I don't mean to pry, but I can't help worrying." Nappa said once they were alone in a corridor.
"Kakarotto's staying inside all day." Vejita said plainly.
"Still…"
The prince stopped, glancing either way to ensure they were alone, "We can't do nothing. You saw how depressed he was, how stressed I was."
Nappa looked away, "I guess you're right. It's just not going to be pretty when you're found out."
Vejita shook his head and continued walking towards his quarters, "You're sounding more and more like a concerned parent."
Nappa stopped. Perhaps that was true. Still, it touched a little too close to home, "Will you be needing my services for the rest of the day?"
The prince didn't stop and didn't look back, "You have my leave." He couldn't hear a sound, but knew Nappa had turned and was heading back down the corridor. Did they just have an argument? Vejita wasn't so sure. Nappa had been acting strangely lately.
Coming to a T, Vejita hesitated. The mess hall was to the left, his quarters to the right. As he stood decided what he was more hungry for, a group of soldiers passed without noticing his presence.
"I just can't believe it." One said.
"It's the only way she can move up, I don't blame her." Another said.
"How the hell can you two be so sure?" Asked yet another.
"They were together at lunch." Said the first.
"And they both smelled of sex."
"I guess Ritsu's a lucky girl then."
"No shit. The Young Prince is quite the looker."
Vejita's mind was made up, he turned for his room, for Kakarotto. The boy was lying in bed when he entered, closing the door behind him. "What the hell's going on?" He asked, ready to be angry.
"Huh?" The boy asked, obviously just waking.
"I heard some soldiers talking about you and Ritsu having lunch together. I thought you weren't going to leave the room?"
Kakarotto sat up, a drowsy smile pulling at his succulent lips, "Welcome home." He said, climbing to edge and wrapping his arms about his lover's neck, placing a chaste kiss to the older man's cheek.
The anger melted and Vejita sighed, taking his son by the shoulders and pulling back, "You left the room?"
"I took three showers, and I only went to eat."
"With Ritsu?"
Kakarotto nodded, "Hai."
The prince snorted, "You know I don't like her."
Now Kakarotto was sighing, "I know, but she's really nice. She's my friend. You should give her a chance."
Vejita shook his head, releasing his son and stepping back to remove his boots, pulling at his gloves at the same time, "You shouldn't have left the room. I would have brought you a meal. I told you, no matter how many times you shower, it still takes time for the scent to fade."
"But you left…" The boy said, almost whining as he went from kneeling to sitting on his heels.
"I didn't have a choice. I would have much rather stayed here all day with you, but I have my duties to perform now. Kami, Kakarotto… If someone were to notice we both only smell of sex at the same time, that we're always together… If someone were to put it all together…"
The young prince frowned, realizing his mistake, "I'm sorry. I guess… I guess I didn't think."
Vejita moved close again, kicking his boots out of his path, "It's okay. Just be more careful." He whispered, leaning in and kissing his son full on the lips.
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It had been long enough, hadn't it? Nappa entered the Missions Hall for the second time this week. It wasn't as empty as it had been before. There were a few warriors meandering about on errands and what not. A young man looked up from the main desk and recognized him.
"Good news." The soldier said, punching a few keys on his computer, "Tekita will be back tomorrow. The mission he was on has been canceled like so many others."
Nappa stood wide-eyed, shocked and delighted. It took him a few moments to mutter a thank you and a few more before he turned and left, completely overjoyed. His son would be back tomorrow! He hurried back to the palace. He had to tell the princes about his son, about his return.
He nearly ran over an odd looking slave as he turned a corner, heading for the prince's chamber. He knocked loudly and waited. He could hear movement and a bit of cursing.
The door opened to find an angry Vejita dripping wet from an obviously interrupted shower, a gi having been pulled on in haste, "What's so important, Nappa?"
The bulky warrior let himself in, closing the door behind him, "Did I ever tell you I had sons?"
Vejita blinked, a but confused by the warriors happy demeanor, "I think, maybe, I don't know."
Nappa grinned, an almost horrifying yet strangely sweet expression, "Well, I do… Did. Anyway, my youngest is returning from a mission. He'll be back tomorrow. Please, request his services."
Kakarotto stepped out of the washroom, a towel wrapped about his waist, "I didn't know you had kids, Nappa. How come I never met them before?"
"Yes, well… My eldest died recently on a mission. I hadn't seen either of them in a very, very long time, but since our return from space… I thought to just look them up, see how they were doing. Anyway, I thought I'd lost my youngest as well, but he's coming home. He'll be back tomorrow! I beg you, Sire, request his services."
"Kami, Nappa, get a grip!" Vejita hissed, stepping away from the far-too-happy warrior.
"Of course, Nappa! I would love to meet your son, but…" Kakarotto said, his smile fading for an instant, "I'm sorry about the other one."
Nappa frowned as well, "I guess it's part of being a Saiya-jin. I do wish I could have met him all grown up."
"Is the one coming home tomorrow my age?" Kakarotto asked, curious.
Nappa laughed, "He should be in his early thirties."
"Oh." Kakarotto said, not having realized Nappa was that old.
"Yes, yes… Enough with the chit chat. We'll go with you tomorrow to see your son, everything will be taken care of. Now, could you get the hell out of here?" Vejita said, throwing his arms up in a gesture of frustration.
Nappa glanced from the still wet princeto the towel-clad Kakarotto, "Oh, yes Sire. Until tomorrow then." And he quickly excused himself.
Kakarotto laughed, placing a hand to his stomach, "I've never seen Nappa like that."
Vejita grimaced, "It was rather disturbing."
"Ah, don't be like that… He was so happy."
The prince shrugged, "I guess."
Kakarotto bit his lip, gazing at his father from beneath his bangs in his best sexy-look as he pulled the towel from his waist, letting it drop to the floor.
Vejita smirked, stepping closer, "Tsk, tsk. If we're going to out and about, welcoming Nappa's son home, we can't very well fuck tonight."
The young prince frowned, "Make love."
"Whatever."
Kakarotto sighed, "I guess you're right." He reached forward, untying the knot of his father's gi.
Vejita lifted a brow in question.
The boy smiled, "Even though we can't do it, I want to sleep naked. I like to cuddle."
The prince's smirk returned, "Hai, I know."
To be continued…