Conquered

Conquered
Chapter 3: Ties that binds
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, so don’t ask

Warnings: This is about m/m relationships. If you ha pro problem with it then I suggest that you go elsewhere.

~oOo@oOo~

It was dinner time and Kakarott didn’t feel like going to the cafeteria. That place reminded him of a meat market on a Saturday afternoon. He could just on hon his self as the day’s special. They might as well forget that noise he was definitely not the one.

Instead, he made some rice, chicken and noodles and called it a day. Right when he sat down someone knocked on the door. Since Krillin was out having dinner in the dining hall, he was left to answer it.

He noticed that his best friend was spending most of his time hanging out with some of the other guards that he knew, which was okay. Kakarott couldn’t expect Krillin to spend every waking moment with him.

On the other side of the door was the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen. Kakarott’s dark eyes almost popped out of his head. He stood there gawking at her.

She stood tall and erect. She had long flowing black hair with red highlights running throughoute ale also had piercing black eyes that seemed to know what he was thinking.

“Hello. Are you lost or something?” Kakarott asked not really sure why she was there.

“May I come in please?” Even her voice was soft and sweet. Almost like heaven he thought.

“Um, okay.” Kakarott opened the door wider. She entered into the ‘living room’ and took a sit on the small sofa.

“Can I uh get you something?” He asked.

“No thank you. What I have to say won’t take long. My name is Yasai and my son was a little concerned about what happened to you today; and he wanted me to make sure that you were alright."

It took Kakarott a minute to realize whom he was talking to. Seeing that he lived out in the middle of no where and turned down invites to palace functions that his father and brother usually attended. He basically kept to his self, mostly training and hanging out with his friends.

“Your-your Majesty, please forgive me. I didn’t know---”

raisraised hand to cut him off. “No apology is necessary. However, I want to know something about you.”

Kakarott knew about the power that his queen welds, because of all the stories that his father told him. Besides, what was he going to tell her: ‘Um, sorry queenie my thoughts are my own, so get lo Nop Nope, he couldn’t tell her that.

“Okay, Your Majesty. What would you like to know,” he replied.

“Come.” She patted the place next to her for him to sit. “Just relax. You won’t feel a thing.”

She took hold of his hand and took in a breath of air as future events of his life flooded her mind.

~ Flash ~

Buildings burned. Bodies laid shrewn across the blacken farmlands and cities. The streets were charred beyond belief. Even the familiar sights around the town were no longer recognizable. Everything seemed to be gone, but the citizens were able to escape to the under tunnels and hide until the fighting stops.

The only building that was untouched was the prestigious white palace and the guards didn’t know how much longer they could hold their attackers back.

“Mother! What are still doing here?” The young prince asked he spotted her down the long corridor talking to one of her personal bodyguards as he exited the throne room.

“As Queen it is my duty to make sure that everyone is evacuated from the palace.”

“Father will have my head if he knew that you were still here,” he grated out.

“Don’t worry about me Vegeta. I’ll be fine. Where is your mate?” His mother asked. The prince searched for his mate’s energy only to fin it in the middle of a heated battle with the enemy.

Just then his blood ran cold. Vegeta did the only thing that he could do and that was go to his partner leaving his mother staring after him.

~ Flash ~

The room was dim. Monitors bleep every few seconds indicating that there was a strong steady heart beat. Flame hair was nestled on the side of the warm body that was asleep. A russet tail limply hung on the cream tile floor letting the outside observer know that its’ owner was sad.

Soft onyx eyes flutter opened. A hand tried to come up and cover them to block out the artificial lights but something was preventing movement. The curious orbs owedowed the path of reddish-black hair to another hand that was intertwined with said hand. Vegeta had his hand wrapped securely around the large callous hand.

“Geta?” He called out weakly. His throat hurt from the lack of use. The prince’s head shot-up quickly. “Geta, what happened?”

“You got sick during training baka. You’ve been out for the whole day.”

Dark eyes widen. “What did the doctor say?”

“Aside from the fact that you haven’t been able to hold your food down you’re fine, but he said to lay off on heavy food and stay in bed for awhile. Just until you regain you strength.”

Eyelids started to sag from the heavy medication. Vegeta reached up and kissed his mate on the lips.

“I’ll be back later Kakarott” The young Saiyan was already asleep again.

The ouji stood wrapping his precious tail around his waist walking out of the hospital room leaving his young lover in the care the medical staff.

~ End Mind Sequence ~

Yasai let go of the young Saiyan’s hand. What she saw was totally unimaginable. She stared into his expressive windows. Yes, He was the one. He would be the one who would conquer her son’s heart but the price would be paid in blood.

Kakarott had a questioning look on his face. Wondering what made his queen seemed a little frighten but at the same time happy.

“Your Majesty, what---”

“I’m sorry Kakarott but I can not tell you what I saw. To do so might alter future events. However, I can say that you play a very important role in my son’s life. At any rate I will be seeing you at the banquet tomorrow night” Yasai said.

She gave the teen a hug and bid him good-bye. The royal quickly made her way to her husband’s study.

~oOo@oOo~

Dinner was okay by some standards; but then again it probably would have been better if the prince’s mind wasn’t on the tall Saiyan that he unexpectedly met in the med-lab. On top of everything else his crazy father put this tournament together just so he could get a mate.

/Blasted fool!/ Vegeta thought.

He wasn’t interested in a mate. To have a mate would be just another weapon thn enn enemy could use against him, but he couldn’t help but wonder why his father would go through all the trouble of forming such an elaborate show of strength unless the older royal knew something that he didn’t.

~ Flashback ~

Another guard just entered the training area when a previous guard was being hauled away on a stretcher barely breathing. The guard nervously swallowed he prayed that the prince was in somewhat of a good mood.

“Ahh, another weakling? Well, come on let’s get this over with,” the prince stated.

Most of the Elite and Second guards knew that the prince could somehonse nse power levels without a scouter, which was why the majority of them stayed away from the training arena when the royal heir was having an intense session. Even Nappa and Raditz didn’t stay around when their charge was working out.

“I’m sorry Your Highness but King Vegeta has requested your presence immediately in his study,” the scared d and announced quickly, hoping that the ouji wouldn’t kill him.

Vegeta floated down to ground level and grabbed a towel and wiped off the light sheen of sweat that formed on his face and muscular arms. He closed his dark eyes and smirked. “Hn, guess I don’t get to pound you into the ground after all. Today must be your lucky day.”

Ten minutes later the ouji was sitting in front of his father’s desk. Sometimes he wondered what his father did all day besides sit on his throne and listens to the Counsel members nag him to death.

The king paced around the room before standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. “Vegeta,” his father called out gaining his attention somewhat. “The reason why I summoned you was to inform you about the up coming tournament---”

The young heir stood ready to leave uninterested about the meaningless event. “Like I really care.”

“Sit down brat and listen to what I have to say.”

The fierceness in the king’s voice made Vegeta ease back into his chair crossing his arms and grumbling a bit. Only shit like this happens to him.

“As I was saying- A tournament will be held within two weeks and during that time you will be introduce to the participants of the competition.”

By this point, Vegeta raised his head. “And why would I want to meet a bunch of weak fighters for this tournament that you are giving?”

The king smirked. This was why he wanted his son present. He wanted to see Vegeta’actiaction. “Because the winner of the competition...will become your mate” King Vegeta sat down in his chair and leaned back waiting for the fireworks to erupt.

Vegeta fell out of his chair. “YOU CAN’T BE SERIOUS!!! I WILL NOT FUCKIN’ MATE WITH SOME WEAKLING!!! LET ALONE A COMMONER!!! *YOU* OLD MAN IS OUT OF YOUR FREAKIN’TREE!!!” The prince was outraged. He couldn’t believe what his father just laid on him.

The older royal was trying his best to stay csed.sed. Sometimes his son made good for comic relief.

“First of all Vegeta the royal bloodline ended with your mother and second the participants are not weak. They wouldn’t be fighting in thernamrnament if they could not hold their own. Besides, one does not have to be strong to be a worthy mate but it would help.”

Vegeta pinched the bridge of his nose. He had a migraine the back of his head was killing him. This had to ome ome nightmare or worse yet one of those cheesy dating games shows that he watched one time when he went to Earth on a scouting expedition.

“I refuse to be a part of this.”

“You have no say in the matter. The High Counsel has agreed with me on this. You will meet the contestants the day after tomorrow at the banquet. This discussion is now over.”

The ouji left his father’s study unable to fathom that he had to take a mate. A male mate, Kami! He was not going to take a male mate if he didn’t look somewhat decent. After all, he had to think about his image and could not be caught dead with a mate who was the equivalent of a dog.

Vegeta went back te tre training area to work off his frustration of becoming tided down for life.

~ End Flashback ~

Tomorrow was the dinner and Vegeta was not in the mood to get a feel for any of the would-be suitors. What in Kami’s name was his father thinking? Whatever it was, it wasn’t in his best interest. Obviously the Counsel had nothing else better to do than to stick their noses in his private life.

Vegeta tuned onto his stomach and let his tail thump back and forth on his queen-size bed. The blue satin sheets fell just below the reddish-black furry length showing off his tan slender waist. He always slept without any clothes and he could imagine how that would change when he takes on a mate and yet he wondered if he would see that Saiyan from the other day.

He closed his dark eyes in hopes to get some rest. Since that day from the link, Vegeta had been dreaming of the youth that he knew as Kay.

~ TBC ~

A/N: Well, it seems that the queen found some juicy information about Geta and Kay. Are you guys hungry? Well, the banquet is up next. Let’s see what happens. If we don’t get a good seat every thing will be gone. You all know how Saiyans eat ^_~ Tell me your thoughts and any questions that you may have ^_~

Nemesis