Lamb Without Blemish [Discontinued]

Lamb Without Blemish

"If you will redeem it, redeem it; but if you will not redeem it, then tell me, that I may know; for there is no one but you to redeem it."

(Ruth 4:4)

Chapter Ten

Kakarrot did not know what to think when Vegeta grabbed his arm and took him off to some secluded forest. He felt a strange aura coming from Vegeta. He had felt it once before around him but could not remember when. Vegeta had released his hand as soon as they landed. Now, Vegeta stood with his back to Kakarrot. Kakarrot hated that their time together would be filled with silence. He decided to speak. "Vegeta, I'm glad you came. Though, I'm very surprised that you came back before the time. Your heat would be over by tomorrow, right?" He smiled at Vegeta's back, awaiting a response.

"Yes, it should be over soon." Vegeta turned his head to throw a backward glance at Kakarrot as he spoke the eerie words. Kakarrot was slightly taken aback by the red eyes he saw.

'The heat is controlling him.' Kakarrot thought, not sure of what he should do. He did not want to agitate Vegeta's excitement any further, so he stood still. He knew that Vegeta was physically stronger than him. He could take Kakarrot if he wanted to. Kakarrot refused to allow himself to be scared of the man that was to be his future mate. "Vegeta, I know you are in heat, but it will be okay. We have to wait, remember?" He smiled nervously.

Vegeta's eyes showed no intention of waiting. He advanced and voiced his thoughts. "What is the point of waiting, Kakarrot?" Vegeta yelled. "They will never accept us a couple, not as a prince and a third class. The day will never come. I am tired of pushing aside my desires for this crown. Screw it all. I don't care. I'm sick of it – the rules, the structure, and politeness. It is all fake. I have the real thing with you, Kakarrot. I will not settle for less than that."

"With politics, with this crown, I can never be my true self. I have never been my true self until I met you. That is when I could not push down my feelings anymore. For the first time, I felt something so completely that no manner of wishing and urging could will away my desires. My desire is to have you as my mate, Kakarrot. Do you still want to mate with me? I will not force you. I will only ever touch you if that is what you want."

Kakarrot blushed. He had only known Vegeta for a short time, but knew that he loved him. He truly did, yet this felt too rushed. He had thought last night that Vegeta would be able to find a way for the two of them to mate. Kakarrot had even thought about what the mating ceremony might be like.

The event was six months down the road, giving Kakarrot plenty of time to adjust to the physical aspects of his relationship with Vegeta. To be asked so suddenly if he wanted to mate Vegeta here and now, Kakarrot could not think of what to say. He only felt something, and it was an extreme nervousness that comes with inexperience. Seeing the impatience written on Vegeta's face, Kakarrot opened his mouth to speak, but only soft, inaudible noises came out.

Vegeta advanced towards Kakarrot. Placing a hand gently against Kakarrot's cheek, his eyes faded back to their dark hue. "Kakarrot, I told you. I will never force you. I will go away right now if you wish it."

Kakarrot grabbed Vegeta's extended hand and lightly squeezed it. "I still want to be your mate. But Vegeta, there must be something more we can do about becoming mates the right way." He smiled.

"I love you, Kakarrot." Vegeta let his hand trail down Kakarrot's neck, stopping on the crook where his shoulder met his neck. Vegeta instinctively licked his lips. He envisioned his lips on Kakarrot's neck, biting the skin, tasting his blood. Vegeta looked up at Kakarrot, eyes slightly red, glazed over with intent. "I cannot wait, Kakarrot."

Kakarrot felt himself pushed down against the ground. Vegeta was very gentle, but with every touch Vegeta's body declared to Kakarrot that he was not going to be denied. "Vegeta." Kakarrot could only mumble his lover's name as Vegeta's lips kissed his neck.

His fingers intertwined with Vegeta's chestnut locks. Kakarrot unknowingly let a moan escape his mouth while Vegeta's tongue swirled over his future mate spot. When Vegeta's teeth nipped at Kakarrot's virgin skin, Kakarrot groaned. "Vegeta, I want you too, but we have to wait." He panted.

Vegeta's hand moved to clutch Kakarrot's growing bulge over his pants. "I don't think this wants to wait." He smirked down at Kakarrot.

"Vegeta, that…" Kakarrot could not finish his statement before Vegeta's lips pressed against his. Vegeta's tongue demanded entrance into Kakarrot's mouth. Kakarrot parted his lips, allowing Vegeta to swirl their tongues together. Kakarrot already felt like he was getting swept away, but this made things worse.

With every new sensation, the younger Saiyan fell further into the ecstasy of the moment. He only came back to reality when his lungs cried out for air. Vegeta must have had the same urge, for he drew back from Kakarrot with a flushed face.

"I will take care of you, Kakarrot. If I must forfeit the crown, we can find a house near your family or near my uncle. We can make this work, Kakarrot."

"I know we could," Kakarrot paused, "if that is what it came down to, but Vegeta, I know you want to be king. No matter what you say, I know your desire to change this world. I believe you could do that most completely as king. I love you too, Vegeta. But, I don't want you to give up your title for my sake, not when you don't necessarily have to. Have you spoken to your father about us yet? Do you know for certain that there is no hope?"

Vegeta ground his fists into the soil. "I have spoken to my bearer's brother. He told me about how my father mercilessly killed him. I got my bearer's journal. I have only read a few pages. So far, the book details a happy relationship. I know from my uncle that something drastic happened to turn them against each other. Kakarrot, I don't want to end up like my father. I don't want to hurt you. I never want to hate you.

My bearer, Tokata, was certain that my father would never hate him, but it happened. I cannot let myself become that kind of person. How can I pursue the crown when all the noble family members are the same as my father? Will I become that way too?" Vegeta looked up at Kakarrot, awaiting his response.

Kakarrot was shocked. Vegeta was afraid of becoming evil. Vegeta was afraid of hurting him. Kakarrot reached forward. Cupping Vegeta's slender face in his large hands, Kakarrot whispered his reply. "If you have already realized this, then you will not become like your father." A warm smile lit up Kakarrot's face.

Vegeta pushed his face to Kakarrot's, so their lips could meet. The kiss the couple exchanged was not a desire ridden kiss, but a gentle one. When Vegeta drew back from his friend and his future mate, he could not help but smile. "Thank you, Kakarrot."

Kakarrot pulled Vegeta to him to lay the smaller man against his chest. Kakarrot soothingly rubbed Vegeta's back and murmured words of encouragement. "We will make it work, Vegeta. It will be okay."

Time passed by slowly while Vegeta laid against Kakarrot's chest surrounded by a hidden wood. Both men drew in the warmth of the other man's body. Vegeta felt more relaxed than he realized, for within thirty minutes, he fell asleep atop the larger man, who followed his lover's example and drifted off to sleep as well.

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Vegeta awoke to the sounds of the midnight forest. He saw a few rays of moonlight cascading through the trees above. He heard a stir beneath him and looked down to find Kakarrot's bright eyes peering up at him. "How are you feeling, Vegeta?" Kakarrot's arms were still wrapped around Vegeta's back. As he spoke, Kakarrot lightly squeezed Vegeta's body against his, savoring the warmth a minute longer before he released Vegeta, so that both Saiyans could stretch.

"I'm fine, Kakarrot. I hope your family will not be worried. We did not give your brother a reason for your absence." He smiled after standing.

"It will be okay. I'm not ten or something like that." Kakarrot paused, slightly embarrassed. "Vegeta, is this what it will be like when we are mated? I mean. Will we sleep like this sometimes?" His blush was nearly invisible in the dark.

"I hope so." Vegeta smiled, thinking about his future with Kakarrot. "Now, let's get you home. I'm sure your family is worried. I need to show my face at the castle before too much longer to avoid suspicion."

Kakarrot took Vegeta's hand and nodded. Following Vegeta's lead, Kakarrot flew into the sky headed towards his home and anxiously awaiting brother and father.

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Vegeta found himself in his bedroom the next morning. He had not slept most of the night. His heat still ravaged his mind. The overwhelming scent of Kakarrot on his clothes and skin made him demand the servants prepare a bath when he arrived home late.

To answer their questioning gazes, Vegeta told the servants that he had been sparring all night in the woods and had dirt in his hair. They seemed to respect his answer, for they left him alone once he was in the bath. Vegeta even sent away his personal servant after apologizing for the late hour and told him that he could prepare his bed and clothes for the night.

His mind had also been engaged with the not-so-distant future dealings with his father regarding his situation with Kakarrot. He really did not know what to do on that front. He decided that he would read more of his bearer's book now that his mind was not overtaken by lustrous feelings.

He gathered up the book and flipped to the last entry he read and began on the next one.

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Day One Hundred Twenty Nine

I have been pregnant for about three months now. Most of the early morning sickness has passed. I can even feel the baby moving around within me. The doctor told me that bearers carry their young for about seven months, but it was not unusual to have the child at six and a half months. If that is true, I only have about three or four more months until I get to see my child. I'm sure the baby will look like Vegeta. The royal blood line has very dominant genes. I may be of noble blood, but my brother and I look very different. He got darker features, while I have lighter hair and eyes. Vegeta's hair is a deep brown. I hope that our son will look like both of us, but maybe it is too much to hope for. Either way, I know I will love this child. I already do. I guess that it is only natural to wish that child would look like your mate, the person you love. I'm very excited about the future life with Vegeta and our son, who I am sure will also be named Vegeta, after his father and grandfather. Vegeta is calling for me. I must go.

Day One Hundred Seventy

I feel my time to give birth draws closer. Vegeta has ordered that the doctor remain at my side until the child is born. My stomach has gotten much larger in the past few weeks. I find myself nervously pacing, reorganizing things that the servants have already attended to. Vegeta told me to try and relax. It has become a very difficult task for me. I am going to check on my son's room once more.

Day Two Hundred

Vegeta, my son, is about three weeks old now. After I gave birth, I became very sick. The doctor said that I lost a significant amount of blood. I was very weak initially. I could not even hold Vegeta without assistance until Vegeta was a few days old. It was so difficult to watch my brother, father, and some of noble family members hold my son before I could. I do not hate them or even dislike my family, but the noble family has always been rude to me. I cannot help but feel a small swell of anger form within as they pass my son from person to person with no regard for how badly they are making me feel. Their presence made me feel worse. I asked the servants to send them away after I could not take it any longer. Maybe it is the hormones, but they really bothered me. I will go and attend to my son now. I can finally walk on my own again.

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Vegeta was puzzled by this entry. He did not know much about Saiyan births, and the new information regarding the health of the bearer made him worry. He feared for Kakarrot's safety already because of his class status, but he currently felt a pervading sense of dread. He could not bear the thought of losing his mate.

Vegeta had felt like there was nothing more frightening than dealing with his father regarding this mate situation, yet he now recanted his previous declarations. Losing Kakarrot or his son would be the worst thing that could ever befall him. He would have to find the strength to stand up to his father, if he were ever going to take care of Kakarrot. He would have to do his best to keep Kakarrot safe and to provide for him and his son.

Vegeta closed the book and hid it. His brows knit in utter frustration. He found himself in a far worse predicament than before, and he did not know what his next step would be.

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TBC