Can they make a difference?
Chapter 11: I don't know what to think
Pairings: Goku/Vegeta, Harry/Draco, Ron/Hermione, Severus/Remus
WARNING: This is about male/male relationships. If you have a problem with that then I suggest that you go elsewhere.
A/N: Hello Everyone and Happy Thanksgiving!
Well, it took me awhile but I managed to get this chapter together and chapter 12 is finished. Can you believe that? So, expect another update right after this one.
I would like to thank all of you for waiting patiently for this. It really means a lot to me ^_~ Also, I would like to thank the Pixel Goddess for a job well done!
Now, enough of my chatter on with the story. Enjoy!
~oOo@oOo~
Bulma and Trunks were still dazed when a strange pair greeted them. They were led inside the castle by an elderly woman dressed in a long flowing green velvet robes and a matching pointed hat along with a tall man similarly dressed in black robes.
The man brushed off Bulma's request to call someone, saying she would have to ask the Headmaster. She couldn't take her eyes off him. Her face burned every time he would ask her something, trying to make light, casual talk.
Trunks just shook his head at his mother's inarticulateness. This was the first time in years since his parents' break-up that she didn't know how to behave around a man. Trunks did have to admit the man, who introduced himself as Sirius, was nice looking.
The demi-Saiyan figured him to be around his father's age. Sirius was tall with stunning blue eyes like his own and hair that with passed his shoulders. Trunks remained wary of the stranger. He took his responsibilities as 'man of the house' seriously, and stayed on his guard, ready to protect his mother.
As they walked through the stone structure they couldn't help but be surprised that the portraits moved and even talked to them as they went by. Bulma was startled when the suits of armor moved. Sirius had to reprimand them for leaving their post.
They ascended the spiral staircase being guarded by a stone griffin that moved aside after Sirius spoke to it. Trunks kept his mother behind him, making sure that no harm would befall her. The group stepped into a large circular room filled with books and more moving pictures as well as astronomy globes and various maps.
Further inside and up one step was a huge desk littered with parchments. Next to it was a beautiful flaming bird that Bulma recognized from books.
"I thought those were mythical?" she asked, cautiously approaching Fawkes.
"No, my dear, Phoenixes are very real but their numbers are few."
Trunks and Bulma looked up to the second landing to see an elderly man dressed in flowing scarlet robes with intricate gold designs along the cuffs and hem. His beard was just as long as his silver hair. Bright blue eyes sparkled from behind half-moon glasses with wire frames.
Trunks could sense the strength of the man's energy, and stared blankly at him in disbelief. He tried to say something, but before he found his tongue, Bulma beat him to it.
"Hello. I'm Bulma Briefs and this is my son Trunks. We somehow ended up here by mistake. Could we use your phone?" she asked innocently.
McGonagall just smiled at the reference to the phone. Sirius turned away from everyone to stifle his chuckle.
Dumbledore also smiled. "I'm sorry but we have no use for such a device. However, you may write to whomever you wish and we can have it delivered by owl."
Bulma's sky blue eyes widened as realization hit her. "Owl?. . .You're Professor Dumbledore!"
He simply nodded.
"Where are Vegeta and Goku?" she demanded, shifting gears.
A grave expression crossed his features. He sat down behind his desk and motioned for them to sit as well. "There was an attack the other day and Prince Vegeta was kidnapped. Voldemort, a powerful dark wizard, took him. What he intends to do with him, I do not know. Mr. Son was injured but will recover. In order to keep him calm long enough to heal, it has been necessary for our school nurse to keep him heavily sedated. As a result, he does not know of his mate's capture."
Trunks shot out of his seat, furious. How could this have happened? "What? You haven't done anything? You just left my Father at the mercy of some evil wizard!"
"Father?" Sirius asked, surprised.
Trunks turned and snapped at Sirius, "Yeah, big guy, did you think that because my Father is mated to Goku now he wouldn't have any other kids?"
"Now see here, you-" the man bristled.
"Excuse me," Dumbledore interrupted. "I was about to go visit Mr. Son when you arrived. I have received word that he is finally awake. Let us go and see how he is fairing," he said, rising and leading the way.
Trunks gave Sirius one last glare before ushering his mother out of the office. Bulma deliberately trailed behind the teachers, holding Trunks back. She wanted her son to know that she wasn't too pleased with his behavior.
"Trunks what is wrong with you?" she hissed.
"I don't know, Mom. I can't help it. Something about that guy bugs me."
Bulma pondered the information. Maybe Trunks was bothered by the way she had looked at Sirius. She knew from experience how protective and aggressive Saiyans could be. "Trunks, he hasn't done anything but be surprised that Vegeta was your father. Maybe the subject never came up."
"Yeah, but he smells like. . ." Trunks said, not willing to concede.
"Ahh," she said, smiling and tousling his hair. "The ever-sensitive Saiyan nose. I swear, you guys get aggressive at the most amazing scents."
"Mooommm!" he protested, ducking away from her hand.
"I remember how bad you three boys were before Goku and your father were totally bonded. Fighting, showing off - It was like you were competing for them yourselves. I was relieved when they were done and you guys settled down."
/How can I forget that?/ he thought. It had been really weird, and he hadn't understood then why they were acting like that. His father had explained the whole Saiyan/scent/hormone thing to him later.
"Yeah, we got weird. But Dad says that's because of our Saiyan blood."
"So what does he smell like that's making you act like this?" Bulma was no fool, and knew better than discount her son's unusual senses.
"Mom, it's really weird, but Snape and Sirius both have the scent of someone else on them. Maybe. . .well if. . ." Trunks hesitated, embarrassed at what he was trying to say. "Umm. . .can three people be mates?"
Bulma blinked. She hadn't really thought about that before. She kind of hoped Trunks was wrong about Sirius - he was cute. /Oh god, I sound like my mother - cute - gag./
Based on her meeting with Snape, she doubted he'd share his mate with anyone. Bulma actually had her own suspicions about him. His features closely resembled Vegeta's. She intended to keep quiet about it until she knew more. She logically couldn't explain it but she was going to get to the bottom of it.
"To be honest, son, I don't know but let's worry about that later," she said grabbing onto his arm.
~oOo@oOo~
Snape had breathlessly stumbled in the throne room of the Riddle mansion. He had rushed here and now clutched his side as he tried to steady his breathing. He had to use the Pensive before answering the summons. Unfortunately, his late arrival had been noticed and Voldemort was not being merciful tonight. As soon as he had walked through the door the Dark Lord had hit him with a curse.
The other Death Eaters stayed to watch what would happen to You-Know-Who's favorite pet. They had already dragged an injured Malfoy out of the room, and now it seemed they would be doing the same for the Potions Master. Voldemort was punishing Snape for leaving the country without notifying him.
Now, the professor was panting, sweat dripping down his face, but he didn't scream out like most people would from being hit with a curse. Voldemort took pleasure in causing pain. He had ordered someone to pull down Snape's hood on his cloak so he could look into obsidian eyes. Voldemort wanted to see the hurt.
The professor's tail remained concealed under his black robe. Severus wasn't sure what the Dark Lord would do if he found out about his true heritage. When he had apparated to the mansion he replaced the concealment charm. He couldn't afford to make any mistakes. Too many people's lives depended on him.
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Vegeta was back to pacing his room. /Two days! Two stinking days in this goddamned room!/ the prince was seething. For one thing, he didn't like being ignored, and two, he was bored. The only time he actually had some type of contact with anyone was when food was brought.
One of the guards actually had the audacity to try to come on to him - a fatal mistake. Vegeta had snapped the guard's neck the instant he had put his hand there. The other guards rushed into the cell to subdue the royal by using the same spell that had captured him.
After some time Vegeta thought back to when Draco told him about his own experience with Voldemort.
/The Dark Lord has a perverse mind. He will use you until you bleed, then once you think that he is done he will torture you until your soul begs for mercy./
"Sounds like Frieza," the prince said to himself.
The door of his room opened again.
"It seems that my Master wishes to see you."
Vegeta said nothing as he brushed past his escort. Once inside the throne room he saw the crumpled body on the floor. He smelt the familiar herbal scent. If he was here, where in the hell was Remus?
"Vegeta, I'm so glad that you could join us," Voldemort hissed, smiling. He rose and stalked to the prince, robes swirling around him.
"What do you want?" Vegeta willed himself not to step back when the wizard touched cold fingers to his belly. The threat to his child was clear.
"Direct and to the point," he purred, now stroking his captive. "I can see that we're going to get along fabulously. There is just a small matter with my servant here. Severus - you've met him before." Voldemort gestured at his victim with his wand, making him twitch.
"So what? I've met a lot of people." Vegeta repressed a shudder, forcing his tail not to twitch. He had survived Frieza; he could survive this.
Vegeta stood unmoving under Voldemort's threatening stare. "I need to know whose side he is on. I need to know if he is still loyal to me. You will tell me. . ." the Dark Lord ordered, dragging his sharpened nails lightly across Vegeta's mid-section.
Vegeta glanced down at Snape. He knew that if he attempted any type of mind probe on Snape he would be thrown across the room. However, maybe he could take advantage of this to try to contact help. But Kakarott would. . . /No, wait what's this? Hai, perfect./
Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest as best as he could. His tail wrapped protectively around his middle. He tried to ignore the monster touching him and notice details about the room. He almost smirked when he realized that moonlight spilled into the throne room. Vegeta's patience had been stretched as far as it would go and now he had ammunition to have some fun.
"I would, but you have beaten him so badly that I could kill him. But if you want me to, I could tell you where her loyalties lie." Vegeta wheeled around on Parkinson. If one good thing came out of him getting captured, it was to pay back that bitch.
"Now, wait just a goddamned minute!"
"Be quiet!" Vegeta bellowed, reinforcing his demand as a mental command, making the girl stagger as she fell silent. At the same time he sent a message, hoping that the bastard wouldn't realize what he was doing. However, in Voldemort's eagerness he forgot to spell the throne room. Vegeta could contact anyone on the outside.
Voldemort sat watching the whole exchange, enthralled with the royal. He had never seen anyone like him before. It was too bad he didn't capture his mate as well.
"Do you think just because I'm pregnant I can't defend myself? I grow tired of you ningens." Vegata moved to leave.
"I did not give you leave," Voldemort said.
"I require rest. If you want answers bring *him* to my room." Vegeta pointed to Snape and left without another word.
A few minutes later Snape was thrown onto his bed. Vegeta waited until the guards left to remove Snape's cloak. The professor's face was twisted in pain. Sweat poured off it.
"Wake up Snape," he whispered.
Severus opened onyx eyes. The black opals were unfocused.
"Listen, you must relax and let me inside your head."
Severus turned his head from side to side negatively.
Vegeta growled. "Now is not the fucking time to be stubborn. That jerk out there wants your head on a platter and if you keep this shit up I just might give it to him. I will do whatever it takes to protect mine. Now open your mind and let me in."
Snape's eyes became a little more focused. They held a scared look to them like he was trapped. Vegeta remembered when he had caused that look in his victims before he destroyed him. Sometimes he still craved that power, but he squashed that urge. This was about survival.
Vegeta began to work at gently pushing through the teacher's barriers. He wasn't going anywhere deep into his head, only far enough to report the professor's loyalties.
~oOo@oOo~
Bulma had been concerned when she first saw Goku. He looked paler than normal, with dark rings under his eyes. She was willing to bet that being away from Vegeta caused some of his condition, even though he didn't know about his kidnapping yet.
He was awake, granted, but still groggy. She watched him look around the room, searching, his eyes slowly regaining focus. Bulma sat on the edge of the bed and took his hand in both of hers.
"Vegeta?" he demanded, staring at her. "Where's Vegeta?"
"Goku. . ." she started.
"Where.Is.He?" he growled, tail thrashing, tightening his hold on Bulma's hand.
Bulma whimpered as she felt her fingers being crushed. "Goku!" she cried.
Trunks stepped over to grab Goku's wrist, applying pressure on it. "Goku, let go!" he said, flaring his ki in warning.
Goku blinked, becoming aware of his surroundings. "Oh! Bulma! I'm sorry!" he exclaimed, releasing his grip.
The mediwitch immediately stepped in to examine her hand, satisfying herself there was no damage.
"Trunks? What are you two doing here? What's going on? Where's Vegeta?" He was beginning to get frantic. He knew through the bond he was alive, but couldn't locate his mate's ki.
"Mr. Son. . ." Dumbledore began, stepping forward. "I have something to tell you. . ."
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Goku was frantic as Dumbledore finished his tale. Frantic and furious. His ki kept spiking, hair flickering between black and gold. Trunks was hard- pressed to keep him restrained. Dumbledore's command to remain calm was pointless, and even Poppy's magic to keep him in bed was being pushed to its limits.
"Damn it, Goku!" Bulma finally yelled, tired of being buffeted by waves of ki. "Knock it off! Or else I'll stick this needle in your ass!"
Goku immediately stopped fighting, his eyes wide.
"That's better," she said, blowing her hair out of her eyes.
"But. . .but. . .Bulma - I have to save him!" It was hard to breathe. His mate was in danger!
"Goku, trust me. You will. We will. But you aren't healed yet. But think - he didn't kill Vegeta; he captured him. He must want him for something - I don't think he is in immediate danger." She struggled to remain calm herself - she was worried about Vegeta too.
Bulma snapped her head around as she heard Trunks moan. He collapsed, only to be caught by Sirius before he hit the floor. "Thanks," he said, getting back to his feet with Sirius' help. Bulma looked at her son, questioning him silently. "It was Dad."
Everyone looked at the youth. "Nani?" Goku asked, hurt. Vegeta didn't contact him?
"He's fine. He said not to worry."
"Not to worry!" Goku yelled, starting to rise from the bed again. "He is six months pregnant, a prisoner of a murderer, and he says not to worry?!" His ki began to rise again - until Bulma waved the needle in his face. He dropped back on his pillow, staring at the syringe like it was a going to lunge at him.
Bulma sat next to the bed thinking. Why would Vegeta send a message only saying that he was fine? She looked around the room noting that there were no windows. "Oh, Kami!"
"What Mom?"
"What else did Vegeta say?" Worry was written on her face.
Trunks gave it a little more thought. He bit his bottom lip making swell under the pressure. "It was real fast. And it sounded like he was shouting. Um, he did say something about Snape."
"Oh, dear," Dumbledore exclaimed. This just confirmed his fears. Severus should have been back by now. How was he going to explain to Remus that Voldemort was now holding his mate?
"I'm sure that whatever mess Snape has gotten himself into he can get himself out of," Sirius said with some venom. In spite of the Potions Master's activity as a spy Sirius still didn't trust the greasy git - he still wasn't convinced he wasn't working for You-Know-Who. "Well, as much as I want to stay and hear about this I'm off to get some rest."
Sirius was hoping to catch up with Remus. Remus had been avoiding him for the past two days - ever since the incident in Hogwarts. He had the funny suspicion that Snape was somehow involved in that too.
"Wait! Don't you even care?" Bulma jumped out of her chair, toppling it and creating a loud crash in the room.
"About whom, my dear?" He was surprised by her outburst.
"Vegeta and your friend," Bulma replied.
"I'm sorry about the Prince, but he's a big boy. As for Snape - I could actually care less."
"Well mister, you better care." Bulma put her small fists on her hips and let loose. "Vegeta is on a short fuse right now. Do you know what happens during a full moon?" She had to make them understand the severity of the situation.
Realization slowly spread across the professor's face.
Bulma smirked at the reaction. "Yeah that's right. Wherever Volda- what'chamaface is keeping Vegeta, you better believe that he will take out who and whatever is within the area. The good thing is the means of keeping Vegeta under control is right over there." Bulma then pointed a slender manicured finger in Goku's direction.
Goku's eyes widened as he realized what Bulma meant.
Dumbledore hid his smile, but his eyes were a dead give-a-way - they practically lit up the room. Oh, the possibilities.
"I'm sure that Voldemort has taken precautions against him transforming," Sirius countered, but something told him that Vegeta might be a little cleverer than the Dark Lord.
"Okay, let's just say that he didn't. Let's say that Vegeta is exposed to moonlight. Vegeta is more violent in Oozaru than in his human form. He is more protective in his Oozaru form and will do anything to keep his unborn child from harm. If that means taking out a few evil wizards then I'm all for it. The problem is, while he's eliminating the threat he will also wipe out whatever innocent life there is for miles around."
Everyone's face paled except for Trunks and Goku. "Listen, I'm sorry that I'm not painting a pretty picture for you but Saiyans are warriors. Vegeta is a Royal Elite. His main purpose as Oozaru is to destroy all life. Hell, in his human form he can obliterate an entire planet if the mood strikes him."
Now, that they didn't know.
"What do we do now?"
"Vegeta is buying time. The next full moon is a week away. He's going to make his escape then," Bulma explained. "How long before Goku is released?" she asked the mediwitch.
"Well, given the fact the he was hit with multiple Cruciatus Curses and survived with minimum injury is a miracle. He could leave as early as tomorrow, provided that he stays in bed." Poppy glared at the Saiyan, daring him to object.
Bulma had something in mind. "Trunks, you're going to have to help Goku with this one."
He started shaking his head in the negative. "You know what happened the last time, Mom. I don't want to go through that again," Trunks said.
Sirius studied the boy, trying to find what was so special about him that would enable him to help Goku. There wasn't anything unusual about him except for that weird hair color and the matching belt he wore. Belt? Oh, no.
Trunks could tell that the older wizard was hiding something, but no answers were forthcoming. In fact. . .he suddenly skidded across the floor and hit the wall. Well, now he knew what happens when he tries to probe someone's mind with strong mental defenses.
"Trunks! Are you all right?" Bulma inquired as she tried to help him sit up.
"Yeah, I just. . .never mind," he said shaking off his dizziness. He looked pointedly at Dumbledore, but the old man just smiled warmly at him.
"Might I suggest some rest for the both of you? You must be tired from your journey. Sirius, could you please show them to their rooms? They can stay in the North tower of where Mr. Son's is located."
Bulma rose from the floor and stood near Sirius. He turned a lovely shade of red, uncomfortable at how close she was, but before any one could see it he turned his head away.
"Go ahead Mom, I'm going to stay with Goku for a while," Trunks said giving his mother a slight nudge in the arm. Bulma didn't answer, but smirked and wrapped her hand around Sirius' arm, forcing him to be her personal escort.
"Goku if you need anything please inform Madame Pomfrey," Dumbledore said before taking his leave as well.
~oOo@oOo~
Vegeta opened his eyes, panting from exhaustion. Snape's memories were securely locked away. Even while unconscious no one would be able to get into the Potions Master's subconscious. Snape's mental defenses were unbreakable.
The prince made ready to get up when he sensed another presence in the room with him. "Came to try your luck against me?" Vegeta asked, turning to face his visitor.
"No. For one you're not my type, and second, I know what you're capable of doing."
Vegeta smirked at him, and then went into the bathroom to wash his face. He looked into the mirror to see his reflection, motionless. The first time it had started talking, Vegeta shattered it - a victim of his bad mood.
"If you're not here for that, then what are you here for Blondie?"
Lucius curled his lip at the offensive name. "It's time to send Snape back to Hogwarts. He's been here for too long and we don't want certain people to question him about his whereabouts."
The Saiyan eyed the other male. "Maybe you should have thought of that before nearly killing him. I don't trust you. So help me, if anything else happens to him I'll kill you myself."
Stormy grey eyes widened. "I know about you and your kind. Your threat means nothing to me. I thought that your loyalties lay with Mr. Son and that you two are lovers. Which makes me curious as to why you want to protect Snape." Lucius studied the shorter man.
"That is none of your business, ningen-" Vegeta stopped when he realized Lucius was staring at the form behind him.
The prince looked back at the professor to see what held the blonde's attention. Snape's tail had uncoiled from the safety of his waist and now thumped lightly against the bed. Lucius pulled out his wand and aimed at Vegeta.
Vegeta stood frozen, not wanting to endanger his baby.
"What the bloody hell did you do to him?!" Lucius growled between clenched teeth.
"I didn't do anything. This was a natural occurrence."
"Natural," Malfoy said, disbelieving. "He's a. . .?"
". . .Saiyan," Vegeta finished. "And I don't want him here."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"He will have no control over Oozaru. Like Kakarott, he is an Alpha and will want to claim me. The problem is - I am pregnant with Kakarott's child. He will kill the baby because it belongs to another."
"Oozaru? You mean he is going to change form?"
"That's exactly what I'm telling you." Lucius opened his mouth to ask another question, but Vegeta cut him off. "Take him now and keep his tail hidden."
The elder Malfoy levitated his friend off the bed and careful secured his cloak around Snape. He just hoped that Dumbledore and Pomfrey would find him.
Severus was in bad shape. He had been hit with one curse after another, and then had been beaten into unconsciousness. Lucius wished the Dark Lord had allowed him to stay in the throne room, because he knew that he would have stepped in. It probably would have cost him his life, but it was a price that he would gladly pay.
~oOo@oOo~
The day just seemed to drag on for Remus. He hadn't been able to sleep or eat not knowing how Severus was. Dumbledore had assured him that he would inform him of anything that should happen, but that was a small comfort. On top of everything else the full moon was just a few days away.
Because of Sirius' presence he hadn't needed the wolfsbane potion for several months. That would be a problem this month. Ever since he had told Sirius he was moving to the dungeons things had been tense between them. He would have preferred Sev's help - either staying with him through the change or making the potion for him. The problem was, Sev was nowhere to be found and he would have to brew the mixture himself.
He almost laughed at himself. Remus was now mated and a Beta. He was supposed to be able to take care of his partner yet he could barely survive on his own. When it was just him and Sirius, Sirius did the majority of the cooking. Once they moved to Hogwarts, Remus didn't have to worry about burning down their chamber kitchen. When he was alone he always went to the Great Hall for meals.
The werewolf hadn't given much credence to learning how to cook better - he always thought that he would be the dominant partner. Guess he was wrong about a few things.
Inside of the classroom he and Sirius were polite to each other, but once outside they went their separate ways. He returned to Severus' private chambers at every possible break. He was haunted by the Potions Master's scent, especially in the bedroom where it was strongest. Remus was going crazy - Dumbledore had said everything was fine, but he was afraid it wasn't true. He just knew that something terrible had happened to his mate. He could feel it in the pit of his stomach.
Remus was only half listening to Sirius' instructions on how to perform a three punch kick when the Headmistress rushed into the classroom.
"Professor Lupin, you are needed in the infirmary straight away," she said. She didn't even give him time to acknowledge her for she turned and dashed right back out.
Remus turned to his friend. Sirius saw the worried look on Remus' face. His heart sank. From that look alone he knew without a doubt that Remus was in love. "Class you are excused to go back to your common room or to use this time as a free study period. Please read chapters forty and forty-one and expect a test tomorrow on Vampires. Class dismissed."
The students groaned about the reading assignment. Professors Lupin and Black were known for their pop quizzes.
"Thank you Padfoot," Remus said softly.
"Don't mention it," Sirius answered turning away to straighten up the room. There was really no point in continuing with class when their sessions were meant to be taught by the two of them.
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The infirmary was in a state of chaos. Madame Pomfrey was darting back and forth and didn't have time to answer any questions. Remus could overhear a boy being teased for having purple hair.
Remus stood in front of the door for a minute; terrified at what he would find when he opened it. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his pounding heart. He entered the private room and nearly collapsed when he saw Severus laying on the bed unconscious.
Ever since Professor McGonagall had called him out of class, Remus had not left his mate's side. For the first time in his life he was scared. Severus hadn't stirred since he was found bloodied and beaten on the edge of the Forbidden Forest. He was so pale - a ghost - compared to the sun-kissed tan of his newly revealed natural skin color.
Remus was grateful to Dumbledore for removing the concealment charm as he pushed back long strains of black hair that fell over Severus' closed eyes. "Come on Sev, open those beautiful eyes for me. I don't know what I would without you. I no longer have Sirius. He doesn't trust you.
I had hoped that the two of you would put the past behind you or at least be civil to each other, but I fear that's not possible." Remus paused to wipe stray tears from his eyes. He was about to start talking again when he caught the familiar canine scent. He turned to see Sirius standing in the doorway.
Remus kissed Severus on the forehead and went out of the room. He wasn't too sure about what Sirius wanted but the look on his face revealed nothing. Remus looked about the quiet hallway.
"Remus-"
"Don't Sirius. I'm not in the mood to hear anything that you have to say right now!" Remus exploded, tears falling from puffy golden eyes.
"I'm sorry."
"For what?! Because you refuse to accept our relationship?"
"No, Remus, that's not it-" Sirius said. He tried to defend himself but the werewolf cut him off again. Remus wasn't giving him a chance to speak, his sobs becoming louder.
"Then what?! I thought that you of all people would be happy for me. I have been in love with Severus since we were in school. When you and James pulled that stupid prank, you ruined everything. Now I have a second chance to be with him. I am a werewolf, Sirius. I don't have many choices for mates!" It wasn't fair! He was upset about Severus and Sirius deserted him when he needed him the most. It was almost more than he could take.
Sirius was taken aback by his friend's outburst. Remus was normally calm but this hurt went deep. Only now did he realize how wrong he had been. "No, Remus. I'm sorry that I didn't believe you. I was upset - jealous - when you told me that you and Snape were together. I had thought that you would choose me for your mate."
Remus looked into azure eyes surprised by the confession. "Sirius, I-I didn't know. Had it been my choice you would have been the one, but it wasn't. The wolf chose Severus. You and Sev are both powerful wizards, and either one of you could protect me. . .but Severus' animagus form is a wolf and. . ." Remus tapered off.
"And what, Moony?" Sirius stepped closer to the other male. He placed a hand on smooth skin wiping tears. Remus leaned into the touch closing his eyes.
Remus was only now acknowledging what led him to accept Snape as a mate. He still wasn't sure he understood the messages he was getting from his senses. "I chose Severus because he is a Saiyan. The wolf in me chose him because of his natural animal scent."
"What?" Sirius whispered. He hadn't voiced his surprise at Snape being an animagus, but this was getting over-whelming. Now he stepped back in shock.
Fresh tears filled Remus' eyes as he saw his friend's reaction. "Sirius I need you," he pleaded. " Please. I love you like a brother, but I'm in love with Severus. Please understand that."
Sirius gathered him in his arms. Like a brother - he had lost to Snape. "All right Moony. I'll support you in this. But if Snape does anything to hurt you I will kill him with my bare hands," Sirius warned.
Remus smiled. Everything would fine between them.
~ TBC ~
A/N: Okay, so I lied. Someone did get hurt but it wasn't that bad. Well, Bulma and Trunks have made their guest appearance. Can anyone guess now what's going to what with Vegeta or Severus? Don't worry about that we haven't seen Harry and the gang, we will. I'm just focusing a little on our Saiyans. So, tell me, do you think that Remus should have waited for Sirius' explanation or was he within his right to blow-up at him? Is there a reason why Trunks doesn't like Sirius? Hmm, I don't know but we're going to find out soon.
Tell me your thoughts and suggestions ^_~
Nemesis
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Teaser Chapter 12: The Beast within
"Sev are you all right?" Remus called from the bedroom. He had been concerned for his mate for a while.
"Peachy," Severus answered sarcastically.
The DADA teacher was now kneeling next to his lover. Ever since the attack by the Dark Lord, Severus had been ill and it worried Remus. To his relief Professor Dumbledore had forbid Severus to leave the castle. His days as a spy were over.
They entered the infirmary. Madame Pomfrey had led them to the private room that she had assigned to Severus after the Headmaster told her about him being a Saiyan. Once stretched out on the bed Severus relaxed a little but he was still wary.
Poppy quickly explained what she was doing. She knew how suspicious the Potions Master was, and she didn't want to give him an excuse to curse her.
After her exam she smiled kindly at the couple. She figured out about them too. She noticed that Severus wasn't as mean and snappy with people and Remus looked a lot healthier than he had in all the years that she had known him.
"The only thing that I can say Severus is congratulations you're. . ."
Chapter 11: I don't know what to think
Pairings: Goku/Vegeta, Harry/Draco, Ron/Hermione, Severus/Remus
WARNING: This is about male/male relationships. If you have a problem with that then I suggest that you go elsewhere.
A/N: Hello Everyone and Happy Thanksgiving!
Well, it took me awhile but I managed to get this chapter together and chapter 12 is finished. Can you believe that? So, expect another update right after this one.
I would like to thank all of you for waiting patiently for this. It really means a lot to me ^_~ Also, I would like to thank the Pixel Goddess for a job well done!
Now, enough of my chatter on with the story. Enjoy!
~oOo@oOo~
Bulma and Trunks were still dazed when a strange pair greeted them. They were led inside the castle by an elderly woman dressed in a long flowing green velvet robes and a matching pointed hat along with a tall man similarly dressed in black robes.
The man brushed off Bulma's request to call someone, saying she would have to ask the Headmaster. She couldn't take her eyes off him. Her face burned every time he would ask her something, trying to make light, casual talk.
Trunks just shook his head at his mother's inarticulateness. This was the first time in years since his parents' break-up that she didn't know how to behave around a man. Trunks did have to admit the man, who introduced himself as Sirius, was nice looking.
The demi-Saiyan figured him to be around his father's age. Sirius was tall with stunning blue eyes like his own and hair that with passed his shoulders. Trunks remained wary of the stranger. He took his responsibilities as 'man of the house' seriously, and stayed on his guard, ready to protect his mother.
As they walked through the stone structure they couldn't help but be surprised that the portraits moved and even talked to them as they went by. Bulma was startled when the suits of armor moved. Sirius had to reprimand them for leaving their post.
They ascended the spiral staircase being guarded by a stone griffin that moved aside after Sirius spoke to it. Trunks kept his mother behind him, making sure that no harm would befall her. The group stepped into a large circular room filled with books and more moving pictures as well as astronomy globes and various maps.
Further inside and up one step was a huge desk littered with parchments. Next to it was a beautiful flaming bird that Bulma recognized from books.
"I thought those were mythical?" she asked, cautiously approaching Fawkes.
"No, my dear, Phoenixes are very real but their numbers are few."
Trunks and Bulma looked up to the second landing to see an elderly man dressed in flowing scarlet robes with intricate gold designs along the cuffs and hem. His beard was just as long as his silver hair. Bright blue eyes sparkled from behind half-moon glasses with wire frames.
Trunks could sense the strength of the man's energy, and stared blankly at him in disbelief. He tried to say something, but before he found his tongue, Bulma beat him to it.
"Hello. I'm Bulma Briefs and this is my son Trunks. We somehow ended up here by mistake. Could we use your phone?" she asked innocently.
McGonagall just smiled at the reference to the phone. Sirius turned away from everyone to stifle his chuckle.
Dumbledore also smiled. "I'm sorry but we have no use for such a device. However, you may write to whomever you wish and we can have it delivered by owl."
Bulma's sky blue eyes widened as realization hit her. "Owl?. . .You're Professor Dumbledore!"
He simply nodded.
"Where are Vegeta and Goku?" she demanded, shifting gears.
A grave expression crossed his features. He sat down behind his desk and motioned for them to sit as well. "There was an attack the other day and Prince Vegeta was kidnapped. Voldemort, a powerful dark wizard, took him. What he intends to do with him, I do not know. Mr. Son was injured but will recover. In order to keep him calm long enough to heal, it has been necessary for our school nurse to keep him heavily sedated. As a result, he does not know of his mate's capture."
Trunks shot out of his seat, furious. How could this have happened? "What? You haven't done anything? You just left my Father at the mercy of some evil wizard!"
"Father?" Sirius asked, surprised.
Trunks turned and snapped at Sirius, "Yeah, big guy, did you think that because my Father is mated to Goku now he wouldn't have any other kids?"
"Now see here, you-" the man bristled.
"Excuse me," Dumbledore interrupted. "I was about to go visit Mr. Son when you arrived. I have received word that he is finally awake. Let us go and see how he is fairing," he said, rising and leading the way.
Trunks gave Sirius one last glare before ushering his mother out of the office. Bulma deliberately trailed behind the teachers, holding Trunks back. She wanted her son to know that she wasn't too pleased with his behavior.
"Trunks what is wrong with you?" she hissed.
"I don't know, Mom. I can't help it. Something about that guy bugs me."
Bulma pondered the information. Maybe Trunks was bothered by the way she had looked at Sirius. She knew from experience how protective and aggressive Saiyans could be. "Trunks, he hasn't done anything but be surprised that Vegeta was your father. Maybe the subject never came up."
"Yeah, but he smells like. . ." Trunks said, not willing to concede.
"Ahh," she said, smiling and tousling his hair. "The ever-sensitive Saiyan nose. I swear, you guys get aggressive at the most amazing scents."
"Mooommm!" he protested, ducking away from her hand.
"I remember how bad you three boys were before Goku and your father were totally bonded. Fighting, showing off - It was like you were competing for them yourselves. I was relieved when they were done and you guys settled down."
/How can I forget that?/ he thought. It had been really weird, and he hadn't understood then why they were acting like that. His father had explained the whole Saiyan/scent/hormone thing to him later.
"Yeah, we got weird. But Dad says that's because of our Saiyan blood."
"So what does he smell like that's making you act like this?" Bulma was no fool, and knew better than discount her son's unusual senses.
"Mom, it's really weird, but Snape and Sirius both have the scent of someone else on them. Maybe. . .well if. . ." Trunks hesitated, embarrassed at what he was trying to say. "Umm. . .can three people be mates?"
Bulma blinked. She hadn't really thought about that before. She kind of hoped Trunks was wrong about Sirius - he was cute. /Oh god, I sound like my mother - cute - gag./
Based on her meeting with Snape, she doubted he'd share his mate with anyone. Bulma actually had her own suspicions about him. His features closely resembled Vegeta's. She intended to keep quiet about it until she knew more. She logically couldn't explain it but she was going to get to the bottom of it.
"To be honest, son, I don't know but let's worry about that later," she said grabbing onto his arm.
~oOo@oOo~
Snape had breathlessly stumbled in the throne room of the Riddle mansion. He had rushed here and now clutched his side as he tried to steady his breathing. He had to use the Pensive before answering the summons. Unfortunately, his late arrival had been noticed and Voldemort was not being merciful tonight. As soon as he had walked through the door the Dark Lord had hit him with a curse.
The other Death Eaters stayed to watch what would happen to You-Know-Who's favorite pet. They had already dragged an injured Malfoy out of the room, and now it seemed they would be doing the same for the Potions Master. Voldemort was punishing Snape for leaving the country without notifying him.
Now, the professor was panting, sweat dripping down his face, but he didn't scream out like most people would from being hit with a curse. Voldemort took pleasure in causing pain. He had ordered someone to pull down Snape's hood on his cloak so he could look into obsidian eyes. Voldemort wanted to see the hurt.
The professor's tail remained concealed under his black robe. Severus wasn't sure what the Dark Lord would do if he found out about his true heritage. When he had apparated to the mansion he replaced the concealment charm. He couldn't afford to make any mistakes. Too many people's lives depended on him.
~*~*~
Vegeta was back to pacing his room. /Two days! Two stinking days in this goddamned room!/ the prince was seething. For one thing, he didn't like being ignored, and two, he was bored. The only time he actually had some type of contact with anyone was when food was brought.
One of the guards actually had the audacity to try to come on to him - a fatal mistake. Vegeta had snapped the guard's neck the instant he had put his hand there. The other guards rushed into the cell to subdue the royal by using the same spell that had captured him.
After some time Vegeta thought back to when Draco told him about his own experience with Voldemort.
/The Dark Lord has a perverse mind. He will use you until you bleed, then once you think that he is done he will torture you until your soul begs for mercy./
"Sounds like Frieza," the prince said to himself.
The door of his room opened again.
"It seems that my Master wishes to see you."
Vegeta said nothing as he brushed past his escort. Once inside the throne room he saw the crumpled body on the floor. He smelt the familiar herbal scent. If he was here, where in the hell was Remus?
"Vegeta, I'm so glad that you could join us," Voldemort hissed, smiling. He rose and stalked to the prince, robes swirling around him.
"What do you want?" Vegeta willed himself not to step back when the wizard touched cold fingers to his belly. The threat to his child was clear.
"Direct and to the point," he purred, now stroking his captive. "I can see that we're going to get along fabulously. There is just a small matter with my servant here. Severus - you've met him before." Voldemort gestured at his victim with his wand, making him twitch.
"So what? I've met a lot of people." Vegeta repressed a shudder, forcing his tail not to twitch. He had survived Frieza; he could survive this.
Vegeta stood unmoving under Voldemort's threatening stare. "I need to know whose side he is on. I need to know if he is still loyal to me. You will tell me. . ." the Dark Lord ordered, dragging his sharpened nails lightly across Vegeta's mid-section.
Vegeta glanced down at Snape. He knew that if he attempted any type of mind probe on Snape he would be thrown across the room. However, maybe he could take advantage of this to try to contact help. But Kakarott would. . . /No, wait what's this? Hai, perfect./
Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest as best as he could. His tail wrapped protectively around his middle. He tried to ignore the monster touching him and notice details about the room. He almost smirked when he realized that moonlight spilled into the throne room. Vegeta's patience had been stretched as far as it would go and now he had ammunition to have some fun.
"I would, but you have beaten him so badly that I could kill him. But if you want me to, I could tell you where her loyalties lie." Vegeta wheeled around on Parkinson. If one good thing came out of him getting captured, it was to pay back that bitch.
"Now, wait just a goddamned minute!"
"Be quiet!" Vegeta bellowed, reinforcing his demand as a mental command, making the girl stagger as she fell silent. At the same time he sent a message, hoping that the bastard wouldn't realize what he was doing. However, in Voldemort's eagerness he forgot to spell the throne room. Vegeta could contact anyone on the outside.
Voldemort sat watching the whole exchange, enthralled with the royal. He had never seen anyone like him before. It was too bad he didn't capture his mate as well.
"Do you think just because I'm pregnant I can't defend myself? I grow tired of you ningens." Vegata moved to leave.
"I did not give you leave," Voldemort said.
"I require rest. If you want answers bring *him* to my room." Vegeta pointed to Snape and left without another word.
A few minutes later Snape was thrown onto his bed. Vegeta waited until the guards left to remove Snape's cloak. The professor's face was twisted in pain. Sweat poured off it.
"Wake up Snape," he whispered.
Severus opened onyx eyes. The black opals were unfocused.
"Listen, you must relax and let me inside your head."
Severus turned his head from side to side negatively.
Vegeta growled. "Now is not the fucking time to be stubborn. That jerk out there wants your head on a platter and if you keep this shit up I just might give it to him. I will do whatever it takes to protect mine. Now open your mind and let me in."
Snape's eyes became a little more focused. They held a scared look to them like he was trapped. Vegeta remembered when he had caused that look in his victims before he destroyed him. Sometimes he still craved that power, but he squashed that urge. This was about survival.
Vegeta began to work at gently pushing through the teacher's barriers. He wasn't going anywhere deep into his head, only far enough to report the professor's loyalties.
~oOo@oOo~
Bulma had been concerned when she first saw Goku. He looked paler than normal, with dark rings under his eyes. She was willing to bet that being away from Vegeta caused some of his condition, even though he didn't know about his kidnapping yet.
He was awake, granted, but still groggy. She watched him look around the room, searching, his eyes slowly regaining focus. Bulma sat on the edge of the bed and took his hand in both of hers.
"Vegeta?" he demanded, staring at her. "Where's Vegeta?"
"Goku. . ." she started.
"Where.Is.He?" he growled, tail thrashing, tightening his hold on Bulma's hand.
Bulma whimpered as she felt her fingers being crushed. "Goku!" she cried.
Trunks stepped over to grab Goku's wrist, applying pressure on it. "Goku, let go!" he said, flaring his ki in warning.
Goku blinked, becoming aware of his surroundings. "Oh! Bulma! I'm sorry!" he exclaimed, releasing his grip.
The mediwitch immediately stepped in to examine her hand, satisfying herself there was no damage.
"Trunks? What are you two doing here? What's going on? Where's Vegeta?" He was beginning to get frantic. He knew through the bond he was alive, but couldn't locate his mate's ki.
"Mr. Son. . ." Dumbledore began, stepping forward. "I have something to tell you. . ."
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Goku was frantic as Dumbledore finished his tale. Frantic and furious. His ki kept spiking, hair flickering between black and gold. Trunks was hard- pressed to keep him restrained. Dumbledore's command to remain calm was pointless, and even Poppy's magic to keep him in bed was being pushed to its limits.
"Damn it, Goku!" Bulma finally yelled, tired of being buffeted by waves of ki. "Knock it off! Or else I'll stick this needle in your ass!"
Goku immediately stopped fighting, his eyes wide.
"That's better," she said, blowing her hair out of her eyes.
"But. . .but. . .Bulma - I have to save him!" It was hard to breathe. His mate was in danger!
"Goku, trust me. You will. We will. But you aren't healed yet. But think - he didn't kill Vegeta; he captured him. He must want him for something - I don't think he is in immediate danger." She struggled to remain calm herself - she was worried about Vegeta too.
Bulma snapped her head around as she heard Trunks moan. He collapsed, only to be caught by Sirius before he hit the floor. "Thanks," he said, getting back to his feet with Sirius' help. Bulma looked at her son, questioning him silently. "It was Dad."
Everyone looked at the youth. "Nani?" Goku asked, hurt. Vegeta didn't contact him?
"He's fine. He said not to worry."
"Not to worry!" Goku yelled, starting to rise from the bed again. "He is six months pregnant, a prisoner of a murderer, and he says not to worry?!" His ki began to rise again - until Bulma waved the needle in his face. He dropped back on his pillow, staring at the syringe like it was a going to lunge at him.
Bulma sat next to the bed thinking. Why would Vegeta send a message only saying that he was fine? She looked around the room noting that there were no windows. "Oh, Kami!"
"What Mom?"
"What else did Vegeta say?" Worry was written on her face.
Trunks gave it a little more thought. He bit his bottom lip making swell under the pressure. "It was real fast. And it sounded like he was shouting. Um, he did say something about Snape."
"Oh, dear," Dumbledore exclaimed. This just confirmed his fears. Severus should have been back by now. How was he going to explain to Remus that Voldemort was now holding his mate?
"I'm sure that whatever mess Snape has gotten himself into he can get himself out of," Sirius said with some venom. In spite of the Potions Master's activity as a spy Sirius still didn't trust the greasy git - he still wasn't convinced he wasn't working for You-Know-Who. "Well, as much as I want to stay and hear about this I'm off to get some rest."
Sirius was hoping to catch up with Remus. Remus had been avoiding him for the past two days - ever since the incident in Hogwarts. He had the funny suspicion that Snape was somehow involved in that too.
"Wait! Don't you even care?" Bulma jumped out of her chair, toppling it and creating a loud crash in the room.
"About whom, my dear?" He was surprised by her outburst.
"Vegeta and your friend," Bulma replied.
"I'm sorry about the Prince, but he's a big boy. As for Snape - I could actually care less."
"Well mister, you better care." Bulma put her small fists on her hips and let loose. "Vegeta is on a short fuse right now. Do you know what happens during a full moon?" She had to make them understand the severity of the situation.
Realization slowly spread across the professor's face.
Bulma smirked at the reaction. "Yeah that's right. Wherever Volda- what'chamaface is keeping Vegeta, you better believe that he will take out who and whatever is within the area. The good thing is the means of keeping Vegeta under control is right over there." Bulma then pointed a slender manicured finger in Goku's direction.
Goku's eyes widened as he realized what Bulma meant.
Dumbledore hid his smile, but his eyes were a dead give-a-way - they practically lit up the room. Oh, the possibilities.
"I'm sure that Voldemort has taken precautions against him transforming," Sirius countered, but something told him that Vegeta might be a little cleverer than the Dark Lord.
"Okay, let's just say that he didn't. Let's say that Vegeta is exposed to moonlight. Vegeta is more violent in Oozaru than in his human form. He is more protective in his Oozaru form and will do anything to keep his unborn child from harm. If that means taking out a few evil wizards then I'm all for it. The problem is, while he's eliminating the threat he will also wipe out whatever innocent life there is for miles around."
Everyone's face paled except for Trunks and Goku. "Listen, I'm sorry that I'm not painting a pretty picture for you but Saiyans are warriors. Vegeta is a Royal Elite. His main purpose as Oozaru is to destroy all life. Hell, in his human form he can obliterate an entire planet if the mood strikes him."
Now, that they didn't know.
"What do we do now?"
"Vegeta is buying time. The next full moon is a week away. He's going to make his escape then," Bulma explained. "How long before Goku is released?" she asked the mediwitch.
"Well, given the fact the he was hit with multiple Cruciatus Curses and survived with minimum injury is a miracle. He could leave as early as tomorrow, provided that he stays in bed." Poppy glared at the Saiyan, daring him to object.
Bulma had something in mind. "Trunks, you're going to have to help Goku with this one."
He started shaking his head in the negative. "You know what happened the last time, Mom. I don't want to go through that again," Trunks said.
Sirius studied the boy, trying to find what was so special about him that would enable him to help Goku. There wasn't anything unusual about him except for that weird hair color and the matching belt he wore. Belt? Oh, no.
Trunks could tell that the older wizard was hiding something, but no answers were forthcoming. In fact. . .he suddenly skidded across the floor and hit the wall. Well, now he knew what happens when he tries to probe someone's mind with strong mental defenses.
"Trunks! Are you all right?" Bulma inquired as she tried to help him sit up.
"Yeah, I just. . .never mind," he said shaking off his dizziness. He looked pointedly at Dumbledore, but the old man just smiled warmly at him.
"Might I suggest some rest for the both of you? You must be tired from your journey. Sirius, could you please show them to their rooms? They can stay in the North tower of where Mr. Son's is located."
Bulma rose from the floor and stood near Sirius. He turned a lovely shade of red, uncomfortable at how close she was, but before any one could see it he turned his head away.
"Go ahead Mom, I'm going to stay with Goku for a while," Trunks said giving his mother a slight nudge in the arm. Bulma didn't answer, but smirked and wrapped her hand around Sirius' arm, forcing him to be her personal escort.
"Goku if you need anything please inform Madame Pomfrey," Dumbledore said before taking his leave as well.
~oOo@oOo~
Vegeta opened his eyes, panting from exhaustion. Snape's memories were securely locked away. Even while unconscious no one would be able to get into the Potions Master's subconscious. Snape's mental defenses were unbreakable.
The prince made ready to get up when he sensed another presence in the room with him. "Came to try your luck against me?" Vegeta asked, turning to face his visitor.
"No. For one you're not my type, and second, I know what you're capable of doing."
Vegeta smirked at him, and then went into the bathroom to wash his face. He looked into the mirror to see his reflection, motionless. The first time it had started talking, Vegeta shattered it - a victim of his bad mood.
"If you're not here for that, then what are you here for Blondie?"
Lucius curled his lip at the offensive name. "It's time to send Snape back to Hogwarts. He's been here for too long and we don't want certain people to question him about his whereabouts."
The Saiyan eyed the other male. "Maybe you should have thought of that before nearly killing him. I don't trust you. So help me, if anything else happens to him I'll kill you myself."
Stormy grey eyes widened. "I know about you and your kind. Your threat means nothing to me. I thought that your loyalties lay with Mr. Son and that you two are lovers. Which makes me curious as to why you want to protect Snape." Lucius studied the shorter man.
"That is none of your business, ningen-" Vegeta stopped when he realized Lucius was staring at the form behind him.
The prince looked back at the professor to see what held the blonde's attention. Snape's tail had uncoiled from the safety of his waist and now thumped lightly against the bed. Lucius pulled out his wand and aimed at Vegeta.
Vegeta stood frozen, not wanting to endanger his baby.
"What the bloody hell did you do to him?!" Lucius growled between clenched teeth.
"I didn't do anything. This was a natural occurrence."
"Natural," Malfoy said, disbelieving. "He's a. . .?"
". . .Saiyan," Vegeta finished. "And I don't want him here."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"He will have no control over Oozaru. Like Kakarott, he is an Alpha and will want to claim me. The problem is - I am pregnant with Kakarott's child. He will kill the baby because it belongs to another."
"Oozaru? You mean he is going to change form?"
"That's exactly what I'm telling you." Lucius opened his mouth to ask another question, but Vegeta cut him off. "Take him now and keep his tail hidden."
The elder Malfoy levitated his friend off the bed and careful secured his cloak around Snape. He just hoped that Dumbledore and Pomfrey would find him.
Severus was in bad shape. He had been hit with one curse after another, and then had been beaten into unconsciousness. Lucius wished the Dark Lord had allowed him to stay in the throne room, because he knew that he would have stepped in. It probably would have cost him his life, but it was a price that he would gladly pay.
~oOo@oOo~
The day just seemed to drag on for Remus. He hadn't been able to sleep or eat not knowing how Severus was. Dumbledore had assured him that he would inform him of anything that should happen, but that was a small comfort. On top of everything else the full moon was just a few days away.
Because of Sirius' presence he hadn't needed the wolfsbane potion for several months. That would be a problem this month. Ever since he had told Sirius he was moving to the dungeons things had been tense between them. He would have preferred Sev's help - either staying with him through the change or making the potion for him. The problem was, Sev was nowhere to be found and he would have to brew the mixture himself.
He almost laughed at himself. Remus was now mated and a Beta. He was supposed to be able to take care of his partner yet he could barely survive on his own. When it was just him and Sirius, Sirius did the majority of the cooking. Once they moved to Hogwarts, Remus didn't have to worry about burning down their chamber kitchen. When he was alone he always went to the Great Hall for meals.
The werewolf hadn't given much credence to learning how to cook better - he always thought that he would be the dominant partner. Guess he was wrong about a few things.
Inside of the classroom he and Sirius were polite to each other, but once outside they went their separate ways. He returned to Severus' private chambers at every possible break. He was haunted by the Potions Master's scent, especially in the bedroom where it was strongest. Remus was going crazy - Dumbledore had said everything was fine, but he was afraid it wasn't true. He just knew that something terrible had happened to his mate. He could feel it in the pit of his stomach.
Remus was only half listening to Sirius' instructions on how to perform a three punch kick when the Headmistress rushed into the classroom.
"Professor Lupin, you are needed in the infirmary straight away," she said. She didn't even give him time to acknowledge her for she turned and dashed right back out.
Remus turned to his friend. Sirius saw the worried look on Remus' face. His heart sank. From that look alone he knew without a doubt that Remus was in love. "Class you are excused to go back to your common room or to use this time as a free study period. Please read chapters forty and forty-one and expect a test tomorrow on Vampires. Class dismissed."
The students groaned about the reading assignment. Professors Lupin and Black were known for their pop quizzes.
"Thank you Padfoot," Remus said softly.
"Don't mention it," Sirius answered turning away to straighten up the room. There was really no point in continuing with class when their sessions were meant to be taught by the two of them.
~*~*~
The infirmary was in a state of chaos. Madame Pomfrey was darting back and forth and didn't have time to answer any questions. Remus could overhear a boy being teased for having purple hair.
Remus stood in front of the door for a minute; terrified at what he would find when he opened it. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his pounding heart. He entered the private room and nearly collapsed when he saw Severus laying on the bed unconscious.
Ever since Professor McGonagall had called him out of class, Remus had not left his mate's side. For the first time in his life he was scared. Severus hadn't stirred since he was found bloodied and beaten on the edge of the Forbidden Forest. He was so pale - a ghost - compared to the sun-kissed tan of his newly revealed natural skin color.
Remus was grateful to Dumbledore for removing the concealment charm as he pushed back long strains of black hair that fell over Severus' closed eyes. "Come on Sev, open those beautiful eyes for me. I don't know what I would without you. I no longer have Sirius. He doesn't trust you.
I had hoped that the two of you would put the past behind you or at least be civil to each other, but I fear that's not possible." Remus paused to wipe stray tears from his eyes. He was about to start talking again when he caught the familiar canine scent. He turned to see Sirius standing in the doorway.
Remus kissed Severus on the forehead and went out of the room. He wasn't too sure about what Sirius wanted but the look on his face revealed nothing. Remus looked about the quiet hallway.
"Remus-"
"Don't Sirius. I'm not in the mood to hear anything that you have to say right now!" Remus exploded, tears falling from puffy golden eyes.
"I'm sorry."
"For what?! Because you refuse to accept our relationship?"
"No, Remus, that's not it-" Sirius said. He tried to defend himself but the werewolf cut him off again. Remus wasn't giving him a chance to speak, his sobs becoming louder.
"Then what?! I thought that you of all people would be happy for me. I have been in love with Severus since we were in school. When you and James pulled that stupid prank, you ruined everything. Now I have a second chance to be with him. I am a werewolf, Sirius. I don't have many choices for mates!" It wasn't fair! He was upset about Severus and Sirius deserted him when he needed him the most. It was almost more than he could take.
Sirius was taken aback by his friend's outburst. Remus was normally calm but this hurt went deep. Only now did he realize how wrong he had been. "No, Remus. I'm sorry that I didn't believe you. I was upset - jealous - when you told me that you and Snape were together. I had thought that you would choose me for your mate."
Remus looked into azure eyes surprised by the confession. "Sirius, I-I didn't know. Had it been my choice you would have been the one, but it wasn't. The wolf chose Severus. You and Sev are both powerful wizards, and either one of you could protect me. . .but Severus' animagus form is a wolf and. . ." Remus tapered off.
"And what, Moony?" Sirius stepped closer to the other male. He placed a hand on smooth skin wiping tears. Remus leaned into the touch closing his eyes.
Remus was only now acknowledging what led him to accept Snape as a mate. He still wasn't sure he understood the messages he was getting from his senses. "I chose Severus because he is a Saiyan. The wolf in me chose him because of his natural animal scent."
"What?" Sirius whispered. He hadn't voiced his surprise at Snape being an animagus, but this was getting over-whelming. Now he stepped back in shock.
Fresh tears filled Remus' eyes as he saw his friend's reaction. "Sirius I need you," he pleaded. " Please. I love you like a brother, but I'm in love with Severus. Please understand that."
Sirius gathered him in his arms. Like a brother - he had lost to Snape. "All right Moony. I'll support you in this. But if Snape does anything to hurt you I will kill him with my bare hands," Sirius warned.
Remus smiled. Everything would fine between them.
~ TBC ~
A/N: Okay, so I lied. Someone did get hurt but it wasn't that bad. Well, Bulma and Trunks have made their guest appearance. Can anyone guess now what's going to what with Vegeta or Severus? Don't worry about that we haven't seen Harry and the gang, we will. I'm just focusing a little on our Saiyans. So, tell me, do you think that Remus should have waited for Sirius' explanation or was he within his right to blow-up at him? Is there a reason why Trunks doesn't like Sirius? Hmm, I don't know but we're going to find out soon.
Tell me your thoughts and suggestions ^_~
Nemesis
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Teaser Chapter 12: The Beast within
"Sev are you all right?" Remus called from the bedroom. He had been concerned for his mate for a while.
"Peachy," Severus answered sarcastically.
The DADA teacher was now kneeling next to his lover. Ever since the attack by the Dark Lord, Severus had been ill and it worried Remus. To his relief Professor Dumbledore had forbid Severus to leave the castle. His days as a spy were over.
They entered the infirmary. Madame Pomfrey had led them to the private room that she had assigned to Severus after the Headmaster told her about him being a Saiyan. Once stretched out on the bed Severus relaxed a little but he was still wary.
Poppy quickly explained what she was doing. She knew how suspicious the Potions Master was, and she didn't want to give him an excuse to curse her.
After her exam she smiled kindly at the couple. She figured out about them too. She noticed that Severus wasn't as mean and snappy with people and Remus looked a lot healthier than he had in all the years that she had known him.
"The only thing that I can say Severus is congratulations you're. . ."