Lamb Without Blemish [Discontinued]

Lamb Without Blemish

"Getting treasures by a lying tongue is the fleeting fantasy of those who seek death."

(Proverbs 21:6)

Chapter Twelve

Vegeta tore down the stairs. He had already bathed, cleansing any lasting traces of Kakarrot's scent from his skin and was now ready to confront his father. Vegeta paused on the stairs, remembering his last conversation with his future mate.

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"We will mate, Kakarrot. Then, we will change the world."

"Vegeta, are you sure you know what you are doing? You would have to give up your home, everything you know."

"They are just things, my friend. Starting something new with the only Saiyan that I can be my true self with is very exciting. I think we should mate, let you finish your heat cycle, and start working towards are goal. We could have our own private mating ceremony." Vegeta smiled at Kakarrot.

Kakarrot thought for a moment before his face lit up. "We should invite your uncle. Of course, Dad and Raditz would be there."

"Yes, of course. Maybe we could even have the ceremony here. It would need to be very private. Oh, I would need to secure a home first. We've got to have a place to go to that night." Vegeta winked mischievously.

Kakarrot blushed lightly. To distract the younger Saiyan, Vegeta crushed his lips against Kakarrot's. After enjoying a short, yet passionate kiss, Vegeta pulled back with smirk. "I'm glad we agreed to my plan." Vegeta began walking towards the door. "I will start working on my end of the plan. I'll leave the mating ceremony and all the details up to you. I will return in a few days."

"Vegeta, wait!" Kakarrot yelled into the empty air.

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Vegeta nearly laughed at the memory of Kakarrot's voice, but held his mouth with his hand, bringing his mind back to the present. He could not detract from his mission. This would be the most challenging event in his life. Everything else in his life had made sense, had been planned out for him, but the impending conversation with his father contradicted what he had been told his whole life, which was to respect and obey his father. In spite of that, Vegeta could not steer away from his course. He had chosen this fate with his eyes open, fully aware of the price for his happy life with Kakarrot. He risked his relationship with his father and would have to give up his title as Prince.

The weight of his decision chose to fall upon him then. Before that moment, he had gone off the high of his future joy. Now, reality crashed in and did not let up. Vegeta gripped the wall and closed his eyes. After a few intense moments, Vegeta regained his resolve. "I have to do this." He said. Vegeta forced his steps onward, pushing down his fears for the moment.

He landed at the bottom of the stairs and made his way to the dinning area, but stopped when he saw a servant. After inquiring about his father's whereabouts, Vegeta commanded his legs in the direction of his father's study. Standing in front of the door for a moment, Vegeta had to convince himself of his own strength once more. He exhaled deeply and placed his hand on the door knob. 'It's time.' He thought before turning the knob and entering the study.

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"It's me, Father." Vegeta announced when he cleared the doorway into his father's room.

"I'm glad you are here. We should begin planning your mating ceremony. I need to give our distant family members ample time to plan. They tend to make excuses and miss royal events when given invitations any less than three months in advance."

"About that," Vegeta began, "I've decided who I want to mate."

"Excellent." King Vegeta smiled. "Now, the kingship won't entailed away."

"The Saiyan I want to mate is a third class." Vegeta paused, seeing his father's face contort from happiness to rage in a second. "He is good man, Father. I can't mate anyone from the noble class. They trade sex slaves and are vile." Vegeta's voice rose as he saw his father open his mouth. "I've already asked him to be my mate."

"So, that is how you think this works? You can just go around shaming our family because you have something against a few members of the noble class. Third classes are the ones who are vile. If you knew what I knew about them, you would never think about mating one of them."

"What do I not know?" Vegeta nearly yelled. "I heard that the only reason that you hate third classes was because you were hit by one when you attended a rally many years ago."

"Who told you that?"

"I went to the cities and asked Saiyans about it." Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest. He did not want to reveal his relationship with Gratto, fearing his uncle's safety.

"You don't know the whole story then. Very few Saiyans know what really happened. Not even your bearer knew that."

"What do you mean? There is another reason for why you hate the third classes?" Vegeta's eyes went wide. He had been so upset about his father's actions that he never considered there to be another side to the story.

"Of course, Son. Do you think me that irrational? I was raised to respect all Saiyans. My own bearer was a third class. I loved him, but I could not love what him after what happened to me."

"I'm sorry, Father. I let my feelings control me. Please tell me what happened."

King Vegeta shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "I don't know if you'd understand, Son. I tried so hard to protect you when you were young. I never wanted the same thing to happen to you."

"Father, I must know. I will never understand your feelings unless I know what created them."

King Vegeta sighed. "Alright, Prince Vegeta, I will tell you, but I warn you. This will probably change your view on third classes."

Vegeta nodded and King Vegeta began his tale.

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"My father was not as protective of me as I have been of you. I was allowed to visit the nearby cities when I was a child. I would run there everyday and play in the park with the other children. One day, I went to the park and none of the kids would play with me. They told me that they weren't allowed to play with noble bloods. I felt terrible. Up to that point, I had never been discriminated against."

"I was just about to leave the park when an older Saiyan approached me. His name was Rallen, and he was very friendly to me. He apologized for the other kids and said that he wanted to be my friend. Rallen told me that he was a third class and didn't know any noble bloods and was very honored to be my friend. I loved the attention this older Saiyan gave to me. I brought Metga, one of my cousins, to meet him. The three of us were friends from then on."

"I looked up to Rallen. We were together often. Over time, I fell in love Rallen. Rallen and I even kissed a few times. I was very happy."

"When I was going through my first heat, Rallen agreed to take me to one of Metga's family homes. The house was secluded. Metga had ordered all the servants away for my privacy. My heat was nearly uncontrollably. Rallen said he would help me, so he strapped me down to the bed that night. I trusted him, so I fell asleep quickly."

"In the middle of the night, I woke up to find Rallen on top of me. He told me that we were alone and no one would stop him. I started to scream, but Rallen covered my mouth and smiled at me. He told me to scream if I wanted, but no one would hear me. He was right."

"Rallen raped me that night. In the morning, he fed me and gave me some water, but would not untie me. I tried to blast at the restraints on my feet, but I missed. Rallen hit me in my temple, and I passed out."

"When I woke up, I found Rallen and several third classes standing around the bed. They were laughing and placing bets about who could make me scream the loudest. Then, they took turns raping me."

"For the next week, Rallen and the other third class Saiyans raped me continuously. After my heat cycle was up, Rallen released me. He told me that he did not care if I told anyone about what had happened and smirked at me. I tried to hit Rallen then, but I was so anemic that I missed. Rallen hit me in the face. I passed out."

"When I woke up, Metga was there. He said that he had come to check on me. I broke down and told Metga everything. He took me back to his castle and nursed me back to health. While I was healing, Metga explained to me how disgusting the third classes were. He said Rallen betrayed our trust, the trust between all third classes and nobles. He swore to me that we would track down Rallen and the other Saiyans who hurt me. He said the third classes should pay for their crimes. In exchange for his assistance, I promised him that I would tell no one else about the abuse. He said that the news would shame the royal family."

"I returned home and kept the secret. A few weeks later, I found out that I was pregnant. I was scared. Noble bloods weren't supposed to be bearers. I didn't want to shame my family or ruin our lineage by mating with a third class, so I made up my mind to kill the child." King Vegeta paused, seeing his son's horrified expression. He rubbed his eyes for a moment before continuing.

"I told my father that I was going to visit some friends and went to see Metga. I told Metga that I needed some time to myself before we hunted down my attackers and left to carry out my plan. I didn't want anyone in my family to know."

"I flew to a deserted part of the planet. After I landed and set up my bandages, I took my place. I made a powerful ki blast and aimed it at my stomach. I turned my head as I let the ball of energy go. Everything went black then."

"When I awoke, I had a gapping hole in my lower abdomen. I knew that I had to be seen by doctor before I died. I bandaged my stomach as best I could before flying to the nearest town. It took me a long time to get there because I kept losing consciousness due to the blood loss. I made it to the outskirts of the town before passing out again."

"When I woke up, I was in a small hospital. My stomach had been repaired, but I was very sick. The doctor told me that a passerby had found me and brought me in. He said that I was very lucky to be alive, but unfortunately, the baby could not be saved. The next day, I developed an infection from exposure to the elements while trying to get to the town. I ran a terrible fever and went into a coma."

"The next time I opened my eyes, I found an oxygen mask on my face. The doctor came in later and was surprised to find me awake. He informed that I had been out for nearly a week. After that, I continued to get better. I stayed in the hospital for a few more days before being released."

"I had a lot of time to think about the child that I had killed. I vowed while I lay in the bed that if I survived, I would never let a third class touch me, I would become king, and I would separate the noble bloods from the perversion of the lower classes."

"I returned to the castle and regained somewhat of a normal life. Metga and I set out to hunt down all the Saiyans who attacked me. Metga found Rallen before I did and killed him for me. We killed the others together."

"Afterwards, Metga and I began spreading rumors about the third classes Saiyans, saying that they were murders and rapists. Other noble families heard of it and pushed for segregation. My father would not allow it though. I planned to choose a mate as soon as possible and succeed my father."

"I mated your bearer, and he gave birth to you. When you were still very young, my father insisted that I attend a social rally for lower classes. Not wanting him to uncover my hatred of the third classes Saiyans before I was king, I went to the rally, insisting on plenty of security."

"The third classes disgusted me. They all wanted to shake my hand. I had my guards keep them away from me. I did my best with my speech and tried not to look at the third classes."

"Midway through the rally, a fight broke out between a few second classes and several third class Saiyans. A second class Saiyan was thrown on stage. That's when things got out of control. Third class Saiyans jumped on stage and ran for the second class. My guards try to intervene, but one of the third classes broke free from the guards and went wild. He knocked out a couple of the guards. I moved to pick up one of my men, and he punched me in his fury."

"I lost it after that. I was not going to be hit by some piece of trash third class. I hit him back. He fell to the ground. His friends came to defend him. I knocked them back and pounced on the third class who hit me. My guards were able to restrain me before I killed him right there on the stage."

"When I returned home, I told your bearer about the rally. He tried to comfort me, but there was no use. My father found out what happened and told me that I should not hate third classes because my bearer was one of them. I was enraged. I had lost my innocence to a pack of third class Saiyans and devoted my life to separation of classes only to find out that I was half third class." King Vegeta's face read of pure disgust.

"I felt humiliated all over again. I felt the shame of having third class blood running through my royal veins. Metga visited me then. He was outraged by what had taken place. He said that the third classes were getting out of control, and we had to take action. Metga and I decided to hunt down the third class who hit me. We found the third class and killed him."

"Not long afterwards, your bearer questioned me about killing the third class. I admitted the truth. Your bearer was depressed. He moved out of our room and refused to let me touch him. I later found out that he had visited the family of the Saiyan I killed. In my anger, I hit him. He ran from me and locked himself in his room."

"When I went to find him the next morning, I found his room empty and you were missing. I was scared. I did not know what he would do with you, but I had a guess as to where he had taken you. I went to get Metga and explained what happened. He and I left immediately to go to your bearer's brother's home."

"I found your bearer alone with you. He said that he would not return to the castle. He said that he would not let 'his son' be raised around such anger. I showed him true anger then. I struck him down and took you away from him. Metga restrained your bearer. We agreed that your bearer could not live after what he had done. Metga said he would take him back to his castle and kill him there."

"My father wondered where your bearer had gone. He was on his deathbed by this point, so I told him the truth. He broke down crying and said that I had broken his heart. My father died the next day." King Vegeta paused, rubbing his eyes once more.

"I became king then. I made laws to segregate the lower classes to certain cities. After I set the laws in place, I focused on keeping you safe, so you would never have to see the horrors of the third classes like I did, but I guess I haven't been watching you close enough. You say that you are going to mate a third class. Can you still do that? Do you still love the third classes after hearing about what they have done to me?" King Vegeta stood and advanced toward his son. "Well?" He questioned with anger in his voice.

Vegeta stood still. He searched his mind for a moment before answering his father. "I don't know what to think, Father. It is terrible – what happened to you, but the events in your life do not condemn all third classes. Your rage has blinded you to the truth." He continued. "I love the third class that I have chosen to be my mate. He has never hurt anyone. He is a good man. I have already made up my mind, Father. I will mate this Saiyan without your permission. I will forfeit the crown and live my life with my mate."

King Vegeta's mouth hung open. Vegeta had no more to say to his father, so he took the opportunity to leave, not wanting to hear anymore negative comments about the third classes.

Although he could empathize with his father, Vegeta had already agreed that he would not be deterred from mating Kakarrot. He walked towards the door and grabbed the knob. Before he could turn it, Vegeta felt his father's hand grip his shoulder.

"Son, I'm sorry, but you aren't going anywhere."

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