Lamb Without Blemish [Discontinued]
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Wrath Of A King
Lamb Without Blemish
"The wrath of a king is like the roaring of a lion; whoever provokes him to anger sins against his own life."
(Proverbs 20:2)
Chapter Eleven
Day 236
My son is two months old now. He is crawling. The doctor said that he is doing well. I'm very glad for that. Unfortunately, King Vegeta has fallen ill. I don't know how much longer he will make it. The King is taking it very well. He is very rarely upset. If he is saddened, it is because of another's plight. On another note, Prince Vegeta was invited to a rally for the lower classes. He declined at first, but the King insisted that he go. King Vegeta is a very kind man. I know he wants Vegeta to know as much about this world as he does. I hope it goes well. I'm sure things would get better for the third class Saiyans if it did.
Day 240
My mate, Vegeta, got back from the rally last night. He seemed very upset. I got a servant to take care of our son, so I could see what was troubling him. He told me that there had been a fight at the rally. A third class ended up accidentally hitting him. Vegeta said he got terribly angry then. He said before he realized it, he had knocked down three third class Saiyans. The guards had to keep him from killing the man who hit him. I'm very worried.
Day 268
My son continues to grow and so does Vegeta's anger. At first, I understood why he was upset. No one before the rally had ever hit him. I would feel bad for my mate, but he is very strong. I feel worse for the third class who hit him. I have no problem with the lower classes, but Vegeta seems to now. Everyone in the castle wants the social relations on this planet to improve. Though, there is a growing number of nobles who are coming to hate the lower classes. They heard of what happened to the Prince. I'm afraid of what might happen if the nobles come to despise the third class Saiyans. The class lines are not so strictly divided as it stands now, but if a noble were determined enough, I'm sure they could be. I hope that Vegeta will let go of his anger. Anger can destroy even the strongest man.
Day 273
I fear the worst thing has happened. After persistently questioning Vegeta about his continual absence over the past month, he reluctantly told me that he had been meeting with a noble family on the eastern side of the planet. He said they killed the third class Saiyan that struck him. I pleaded with him to tell me that he was lying and that he had not killed another man. He not only didn't deny it. He seemed proud of killing the third class man. I can't write anymore. I feel sick.
Day 291
I tracked down the third class man's family. His name was Karva. He left behind a mate and two young children. I talked and wept with his mate for what seemed like an eternity. I had to lie to Vegeta and the servants, telling them that I went to visit my brother. After I apologized more times than I can remember to Karva's family, I promised them that I would make restitution to them. I left Karva's house to see my brother. I must have looked wild, for my brother had the strangest facial expression when he saw my face. I could not contain myself. I have given myself to Vegeta, my heart and body. I don't know what to do now. Where is the guide that could tell me how to live with a murderer as a mate? I have a child with him. There is no separation for the mate of future kings. There is only death. It feels like a piece of me has died. I worry for my future with Vegeta, for the planet's future, and for my own future with my son. What will this anger take down with it?
Day 300
This is my last entry. I have stolen my son away with me. I am in my hometown, making preparations to live on my own. I am in the process of securing a home and a job. I will leave from Vegeta's sight and never come back. I will entrust this journal to my brother in the hopes that one day it may end up in the hands of my son. I have no delusions about my mate anymore. When I came home from visiting my brother, we fought. I told him about visiting Karva's family. He went mad. He hit me. I made up my mind right then. I had to run away from him. My son cannot be brought up in that environment. The King is on his deathbed. Once he is dead, there will be no one to stop Vegeta from destroying all third class Saiyans. I've got to hide while I can. I have no delusions that I can run forever. I'm sure I will be found out soon enough. After I am gone, I can only pray that my son turns out to be a good and righteous man. I pray that with all of the heart I have left.
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A fresh set of tears streamed down Vegeta's already wet face. 'How could Father do this? How can someone be killed over something so minuscule?' Vegeta bent his neck to bury his aching head in his arms. The forest roared in preparation for a heavy rain that was ready to rip from the sky at any time. Vegeta felt that the forest was hurting along with him.
After crying for several more minutes, the sky opened. The cool raindrops trickled down Vegeta's flame like hair and continued downward to soak his coat and back. Vegeta stood.
Tucking the now sacred journal in his coat pocket, Vegeta flew into the sky. The rain stung his face, but Vegeta felt completely numb. He began to cry again. He was not only mourning the loss of his bearer, but he also let tears fall with the rain for a faceless man named Karva as he flew to Kakarrot's house.
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Kakarrot was shocked to find Vegeta at his front door. Vegeta had not come around for a few days. Kakarrot thought that Vegeta was just being careful because of his heat, but there had to be more to the story. Vegeta stood on the other side of Kakarrot's front door completely soaked, looking very pale.
After receiving Vegeta into his home, Kakarrot carefully helped Vegeta into some dry clothes and took him to his bed to rest. Vegeta fell asleep with Kakarrot soothingly massaging his scalp.
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Vegeta awoke to sound of Kakarrot's voice off in the distance. He reflexively rubbed his sore forehead. After pulling himself from underneath the sheets, Vegeta stood shakily. He walked to the door and listened. He guessed that Kakarrot was in the kitchen, so he quietly opened the door and proceeded down the hall.
Vegeta found Kakarrot in the kitchen with his father. Bardock noticed his presence first. Kakarrot noticed his father's gaze and turned his head to smile at Vegeta.
"I'm glad you're up, Veggan. How are you feeling?" He stood and walked towards Vegeta.
"I'm alright." The burning in his throat surprised Vegeta. He persisted despite the pain. "How long have I been asleep?"
"It has been about fourteen hours. You got here last night. Do you remember that?" Kakarrot looked at his friend with genuine concern.
"Yes, I remember coming here and getting changed. Then, I laid down on your bed. From then on, I do not remember anything. I don't think I even dreamed." Vegeta rubbed his temples.
"Yeah, you showed up soaked. I got you some dry clothes and put you to bed. I slept on the floor. You seemed feverish. I didn't want my body heat to make you worse. Oh, yeah." Kakarrot moved forward and placed his hand on Vegeta's forehead. "I think your temperature is about normal."
"Good. I'm sorry about all this, but I should be going." Vegeta took a step back towards Kakarrot's room, where he suspected his clothes might be, only to lose his balance. Kakarrot caught him before he fell.
"I don't think it would be wise to fly away right now, Prince Vegeta." Kakarrot and Vegeta blinked several times, attempting to assure themselves that they had heard Bardock correctly. The two younger Saiyans could only stare back at Bardock, for they had forgotten how speak.
"Yes, I know who he is." Bardock said answering their stares. "Remember - I wash the clothes around here. His outfit had the royal seal on it. Only two people on this planet could have that mark legally. King Vegeta would be my age, but Prince Vegeta should be in his mid-twenties. Plus, the hair is a dead give away. I wasn't sure of it when Kakarrot brought you in last night because your hair was matted, but I am now."
Kakarrot and Vegeta's eyes fixed on Vegeta's prominent hair. The upright hair was flatter than usual, but no one could deny its unique shape. Vegeta cursed himself mentally for such a thoughtless slip. After a few moments of silence and much mental counsel on Vegeta's part to assure himself that Bardock could be trusted, Vegeta opened his mouth to speak.
"If you knew that," Vegeta started, "why not turn me out where I stand? My father hates third classes. Even if I defended your family and said that you helped me, he still may not spare you. Would you take that chance on me?"
"I wouldn't have for Prince Vegeta, but for Veggan, the man my son loves, I would." Bardock smiled at Kakarrot. "Vegeta, you should stay until you are well. Kakarrot, take good care of him."
Bardock retreated to the kitchen and returned with a large plate piled up high with food. "Kakarrot and Raditz have already eaten, but I was able to save some food for you." Bardock set the food down on the table and left the younger Saiyans alone.
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About thirty minutes later and after Vegeta had eaten all the food, Kakarrot turned to his future mate, intent on knowing what had caused Vegeta to come to him last night. "Vegeta, what happened?"
Vegeta wiped his mouth again and exhaled deeply. "I went home and tried to find a way for us to be together legally, but I couldn't find anything. I searched our library and databases around the planet for days. I poured over thousands of pages of history, trying to find a loophole somewhere."
Vegeta continued. "I couldn't sleep at night. I couldn't eat. I went to the forest, the one I took you to the other day, and read the end of my bearer's journal. My bearer was murdered for standing up for a third class Saiyan. My father killed a third class for accidentally hitting him."
"Are you sure? I mean. Could it be an exaggeration?" Kakarrot grabbed Vegeta's hand.
"I had hoped for that too, but it is true. I went to see the family of the man my father murdered. His eldest son is a few years older than I am. He confirmed my bearer's story. He told me that his bearer died after his father's murder." Vegeta sighed.
"I will not repeat my father's mistakes." Vegeta squeezed Kakarrot's hand. "Kakarrot, I have decided on something."
"What is it?"
"I will forfeit the crown once we have mated."
"What are you saying, Vegeta? You can't give up the crown." Kakarrot jumped to his feet.
"I will, Kakarrot. I don't have to be a prince or a king to make a difference in this world or in any other. I only have to stay true to my beliefs, and I believe that the royal families have been defiled. The kingship has been tainted. There is no reason for me to cling to a dirty title. I will rebuild this world's leadership, even if that means I must fight against my own father."
Kakarrot grabbed Vegeta's shoulders and nearly yelled at him. "What do you mean? Are you saying that you will confront your father?"
Vegeta pushed Kakarrot's arms off his shoulders lightly as he stood. Crossing his arms, Vegeta declared. "We will mate, Kakarrot. Then, we will change the world."
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TBC
"The wrath of a king is like the roaring of a lion; whoever provokes him to anger sins against his own life."
(Proverbs 20:2)
Chapter Eleven
Day 236
My son is two months old now. He is crawling. The doctor said that he is doing well. I'm very glad for that. Unfortunately, King Vegeta has fallen ill. I don't know how much longer he will make it. The King is taking it very well. He is very rarely upset. If he is saddened, it is because of another's plight. On another note, Prince Vegeta was invited to a rally for the lower classes. He declined at first, but the King insisted that he go. King Vegeta is a very kind man. I know he wants Vegeta to know as much about this world as he does. I hope it goes well. I'm sure things would get better for the third class Saiyans if it did.
Day 240
My mate, Vegeta, got back from the rally last night. He seemed very upset. I got a servant to take care of our son, so I could see what was troubling him. He told me that there had been a fight at the rally. A third class ended up accidentally hitting him. Vegeta said he got terribly angry then. He said before he realized it, he had knocked down three third class Saiyans. The guards had to keep him from killing the man who hit him. I'm very worried.
Day 268
My son continues to grow and so does Vegeta's anger. At first, I understood why he was upset. No one before the rally had ever hit him. I would feel bad for my mate, but he is very strong. I feel worse for the third class who hit him. I have no problem with the lower classes, but Vegeta seems to now. Everyone in the castle wants the social relations on this planet to improve. Though, there is a growing number of nobles who are coming to hate the lower classes. They heard of what happened to the Prince. I'm afraid of what might happen if the nobles come to despise the third class Saiyans. The class lines are not so strictly divided as it stands now, but if a noble were determined enough, I'm sure they could be. I hope that Vegeta will let go of his anger. Anger can destroy even the strongest man.
Day 273
I fear the worst thing has happened. After persistently questioning Vegeta about his continual absence over the past month, he reluctantly told me that he had been meeting with a noble family on the eastern side of the planet. He said they killed the third class Saiyan that struck him. I pleaded with him to tell me that he was lying and that he had not killed another man. He not only didn't deny it. He seemed proud of killing the third class man. I can't write anymore. I feel sick.
Day 291
I tracked down the third class man's family. His name was Karva. He left behind a mate and two young children. I talked and wept with his mate for what seemed like an eternity. I had to lie to Vegeta and the servants, telling them that I went to visit my brother. After I apologized more times than I can remember to Karva's family, I promised them that I would make restitution to them. I left Karva's house to see my brother. I must have looked wild, for my brother had the strangest facial expression when he saw my face. I could not contain myself. I have given myself to Vegeta, my heart and body. I don't know what to do now. Where is the guide that could tell me how to live with a murderer as a mate? I have a child with him. There is no separation for the mate of future kings. There is only death. It feels like a piece of me has died. I worry for my future with Vegeta, for the planet's future, and for my own future with my son. What will this anger take down with it?
Day 300
This is my last entry. I have stolen my son away with me. I am in my hometown, making preparations to live on my own. I am in the process of securing a home and a job. I will leave from Vegeta's sight and never come back. I will entrust this journal to my brother in the hopes that one day it may end up in the hands of my son. I have no delusions about my mate anymore. When I came home from visiting my brother, we fought. I told him about visiting Karva's family. He went mad. He hit me. I made up my mind right then. I had to run away from him. My son cannot be brought up in that environment. The King is on his deathbed. Once he is dead, there will be no one to stop Vegeta from destroying all third class Saiyans. I've got to hide while I can. I have no delusions that I can run forever. I'm sure I will be found out soon enough. After I am gone, I can only pray that my son turns out to be a good and righteous man. I pray that with all of the heart I have left.
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A fresh set of tears streamed down Vegeta's already wet face. 'How could Father do this? How can someone be killed over something so minuscule?' Vegeta bent his neck to bury his aching head in his arms. The forest roared in preparation for a heavy rain that was ready to rip from the sky at any time. Vegeta felt that the forest was hurting along with him.
After crying for several more minutes, the sky opened. The cool raindrops trickled down Vegeta's flame like hair and continued downward to soak his coat and back. Vegeta stood.
Tucking the now sacred journal in his coat pocket, Vegeta flew into the sky. The rain stung his face, but Vegeta felt completely numb. He began to cry again. He was not only mourning the loss of his bearer, but he also let tears fall with the rain for a faceless man named Karva as he flew to Kakarrot's house.
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Kakarrot was shocked to find Vegeta at his front door. Vegeta had not come around for a few days. Kakarrot thought that Vegeta was just being careful because of his heat, but there had to be more to the story. Vegeta stood on the other side of Kakarrot's front door completely soaked, looking very pale.
After receiving Vegeta into his home, Kakarrot carefully helped Vegeta into some dry clothes and took him to his bed to rest. Vegeta fell asleep with Kakarrot soothingly massaging his scalp.
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Vegeta awoke to sound of Kakarrot's voice off in the distance. He reflexively rubbed his sore forehead. After pulling himself from underneath the sheets, Vegeta stood shakily. He walked to the door and listened. He guessed that Kakarrot was in the kitchen, so he quietly opened the door and proceeded down the hall.
Vegeta found Kakarrot in the kitchen with his father. Bardock noticed his presence first. Kakarrot noticed his father's gaze and turned his head to smile at Vegeta.
"I'm glad you're up, Veggan. How are you feeling?" He stood and walked towards Vegeta.
"I'm alright." The burning in his throat surprised Vegeta. He persisted despite the pain. "How long have I been asleep?"
"It has been about fourteen hours. You got here last night. Do you remember that?" Kakarrot looked at his friend with genuine concern.
"Yes, I remember coming here and getting changed. Then, I laid down on your bed. From then on, I do not remember anything. I don't think I even dreamed." Vegeta rubbed his temples.
"Yeah, you showed up soaked. I got you some dry clothes and put you to bed. I slept on the floor. You seemed feverish. I didn't want my body heat to make you worse. Oh, yeah." Kakarrot moved forward and placed his hand on Vegeta's forehead. "I think your temperature is about normal."
"Good. I'm sorry about all this, but I should be going." Vegeta took a step back towards Kakarrot's room, where he suspected his clothes might be, only to lose his balance. Kakarrot caught him before he fell.
"I don't think it would be wise to fly away right now, Prince Vegeta." Kakarrot and Vegeta blinked several times, attempting to assure themselves that they had heard Bardock correctly. The two younger Saiyans could only stare back at Bardock, for they had forgotten how speak.
"Yes, I know who he is." Bardock said answering their stares. "Remember - I wash the clothes around here. His outfit had the royal seal on it. Only two people on this planet could have that mark legally. King Vegeta would be my age, but Prince Vegeta should be in his mid-twenties. Plus, the hair is a dead give away. I wasn't sure of it when Kakarrot brought you in last night because your hair was matted, but I am now."
Kakarrot and Vegeta's eyes fixed on Vegeta's prominent hair. The upright hair was flatter than usual, but no one could deny its unique shape. Vegeta cursed himself mentally for such a thoughtless slip. After a few moments of silence and much mental counsel on Vegeta's part to assure himself that Bardock could be trusted, Vegeta opened his mouth to speak.
"If you knew that," Vegeta started, "why not turn me out where I stand? My father hates third classes. Even if I defended your family and said that you helped me, he still may not spare you. Would you take that chance on me?"
"I wouldn't have for Prince Vegeta, but for Veggan, the man my son loves, I would." Bardock smiled at Kakarrot. "Vegeta, you should stay until you are well. Kakarrot, take good care of him."
Bardock retreated to the kitchen and returned with a large plate piled up high with food. "Kakarrot and Raditz have already eaten, but I was able to save some food for you." Bardock set the food down on the table and left the younger Saiyans alone.
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About thirty minutes later and after Vegeta had eaten all the food, Kakarrot turned to his future mate, intent on knowing what had caused Vegeta to come to him last night. "Vegeta, what happened?"
Vegeta wiped his mouth again and exhaled deeply. "I went home and tried to find a way for us to be together legally, but I couldn't find anything. I searched our library and databases around the planet for days. I poured over thousands of pages of history, trying to find a loophole somewhere."
Vegeta continued. "I couldn't sleep at night. I couldn't eat. I went to the forest, the one I took you to the other day, and read the end of my bearer's journal. My bearer was murdered for standing up for a third class Saiyan. My father killed a third class for accidentally hitting him."
"Are you sure? I mean. Could it be an exaggeration?" Kakarrot grabbed Vegeta's hand.
"I had hoped for that too, but it is true. I went to see the family of the man my father murdered. His eldest son is a few years older than I am. He confirmed my bearer's story. He told me that his bearer died after his father's murder." Vegeta sighed.
"I will not repeat my father's mistakes." Vegeta squeezed Kakarrot's hand. "Kakarrot, I have decided on something."
"What is it?"
"I will forfeit the crown once we have mated."
"What are you saying, Vegeta? You can't give up the crown." Kakarrot jumped to his feet.
"I will, Kakarrot. I don't have to be a prince or a king to make a difference in this world or in any other. I only have to stay true to my beliefs, and I believe that the royal families have been defiled. The kingship has been tainted. There is no reason for me to cling to a dirty title. I will rebuild this world's leadership, even if that means I must fight against my own father."
Kakarrot grabbed Vegeta's shoulders and nearly yelled at him. "What do you mean? Are you saying that you will confront your father?"
Vegeta pushed Kakarrot's arms off his shoulders lightly as he stood. Crossing his arms, Vegeta declared. "We will mate, Kakarrot. Then, we will change the world."
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TBC