Slave
Deception
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style='font-size:10.0pt'>A/N – Uh…hi! Please review and be kindly (after all I
was preeeety fast with this chapter!) I know this chapter is a little short but
at least it’s out and posted!
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Kakarot grinned ghoulishly
as he dodged his father’s attacks with the practiced ease of a pro. His body
moved gracefully through evasive twists and turns that would have made a star
gymnast green with envy. Years of exile from his saiyan home had strengthened
him physically and living on Earth amongst the scum of the Saiyan Empire had
hardened him mentally. He had become more then his father had even envisioned,
more even then he himself had dared hope.
The chilling smile on
his face didn’t falter once as he easily planted a strategic blow to his
father’s right kidney, rendering him immobile with pain for a short amount of
time. While his father was doubled over he sent a small concentrated ki blast
at him and was rewarded with a startled scream of pain, encouraged he sent another
ki blast flying at him. Following behind his blast he viciously kicked Bardock
twice in the head, avoiding the red splatters of blood that he knew from
experience would stain his clothing if he were fool enough to allow them to
land on him. Normally he would have taken more time with his kill, but he knew
that his father was far stronger then he seemed.
Bardock staggered
forward, one hand holding his head as he fumbled blindly with the other hand,
seeming to search for something. Kakarot, the mirror image of his father strode
forward cockily and grabbed his father up in a chokehold – the urge to kill
pulsed through his head, filling his mind with boiling clouds of rage. He knew
nothing except that he had to kill thak cak creature that struggled and
gasped within his arms.
Kakarot snarled and
tightened his grasp, knowing that soon his father’s windpipe would crush and
his lungs fill with blood. A painful death but a death that, in a way, he had
been earned through a lifetime of slaughter and bloodshed.
10.0pt'> “What’s going
on?”
The loud voice echoed
through the room like a gunshot, but Kakarot ignored it despite the imperious
tone, choosing to complete his mission rather then deal with whichever idiot
had been fool enough to interrupt him. He would deal with the ingrate after he
had finished with his father…
style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>Abruptly, Kakarot froze as whoever was
standing behind him released their power, the sheer magnitude and strength of
their aura almost knocking his feet out from beneath him. Slowly, oh so slowly,
the grip on his fathers neck loosened and he straightened to his full height –
the prone body of his sire sliding to the floor and lying still.
“The next time I ask
you a question I expect an answer.” The same arrogant voice sliced through the
air, grating along Kakarot nerves. “Now, can I ask who you are and what
you’re doing to my guard?”
Kakarot turned around
and faced the mysterious saiyan who stood barring the med bay doorway, his
powerful aura still causing a gentle wind in the room. He smirked ever so slightly
as he saw a young King Vegeta staring back at him, haughty black eyes staring
at him as though he was nothing more then a bug.
“I was trying to kill
him…My Liege.” The second part was added as almost as though it was an
afterthought. He bowed his head briefly in a brief show of respect. He’d
encountered Vegeta before, but it was most likely that the Prince had no
recollection of him. They had served together in the King’s Afor for several
years – although admittedly Vegeta had always been a more senior officer then
he had been. Still, he had served alongside the heir in his last battle with in
the army, before the unfortunate incident involving his brother Raditz.
The mere thought of
his older brother made Kakarot almost chuckle outwardly. He’d never forget the
look on his brother’s face when he’d shot a hole through his chest. Right up
until the end Raditz had believed that Kakarot was only joking around, that he
was going to save him. It was when the last of his life was slipping from him
that Raditz had asked that unanswerable question, finally realizing that his
brother had planned his death all along.
“Why?”
brother, not having prepared an answer ahead of time. The truth was that he’d
simply never liked his brother. His brother had annoyed him, so he’d killed
him. The same had gone for his twit of a twin Turles – although that fight had
been a little messier. He hadn’t expected his brother to bring along a backup –
still killing them both and stealing the Shinseiju*
style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>Kakarot glanced down at his father and
resisted the urge to laugh. His old man, for all of his cunning and brute
strength couldn’t compare with the strength he had gained from eating the fruit
of the Shinseiju tree. It was a pity really; he would
have liked to have had a challenging fight with the last of his kin.
style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;color:black'>“What is taking so long, Vegeta?”
A shrill female voice pierced the uneasy silence that had descended upon the
room – Kakarot being lost in his own thoughts and Vegeta trying to decide
whether he should try to get Bardock back in the healing tank in the hope of
him recovering again or whether he should just attack the Bardock clone who was
grinning manically. Vegeta felt himself pushed rudely to one side as Zucchini
stormed into the room. She took one look at Bardock and crossed her arms across
her chest.
style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;color:black'>“Oh great, now we have to wait
for him to heal all over again.” She rudely stuck her face close to Kakarot’s,
claiming his attention easily. “I suppose you’re proud of yourself?”
style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;color:black'>“Very.” The rogue saiyan replied
truthfully in a voice almost identical to Bardock’s. He ran appreciative eyes
over the delicious smelling female in front of him, his mouth curving into a
smirk as he noticed a faint blush stealing over her cheeks as his appraisal
became noticed. The woman reminded him of the black haired princess who he had
had the pleasure of bedding Earth. She had been the only child of the Ox King,
the good-natured ruler of the mountain kingdom in which Kakarot had crashed
landed. He’d slaughtered the king without a second thought, however his
beautiful daughter had been of more use and her death had only occurred once
Kakarot had grown tired of her.
style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;color:black'>Vegeta frowned at the look
Kakarot was dealing out to the Zucchini. While he had no affection for the
princess, she was his future mate and the way in which the Bardock clone
was watching her was a challenge to his authority. Forgetting about Brolly who
was standing behind him, ready to step in if things got out of hand, Vegeta
crossed the room and jerked Zucchini behind him roughly.
style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;color:black'>“Do not look at your future queen
as though she is a cheap whore.” Against his will Vegeta’s brain added silently
‘…even though she is one…’ It was only through strength of will that he
resisted from speaking the afterthought out loud. Behind him Zucchini sidled
closer to him, encouraged by his sudden protectiveness.
style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;color:black'>Kakarot inclined his head again,
catching a glimpse of Brolly through the corner of his eyes. He froze almost
immediately and cursed inwardly – not many people on the planet Vegeta would
remember who he was, however Brolly was one of the few saiyans who would know
him by sight. But of course Brolly wasn’t the smartest of saiyans – he had
often thought as a child that what Brolly lacked in brains he more then made up
for in strength. He’d proved his theory when he’d easily deceived him about the
truth of Raditz death.
style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;color:black'>“I apologize.” He ignored Brolly
and the female, focusing on the Prince as he decided that smooth talking out of
this situation was probably his best bet. “My name is Kakarot, second born son
of Bardock and Natoru.”
He smiled politely and continued, not liking the bubbling scorn he could see
just below the surface of the prince’s eyes. “I do apologize for breaking the
decree, you see I’ve only recently returned from a surveillance mission of
Earth.” The lie slid like honey from his tongue, Kakarot’s rich tone
embellishing as he elaborated on the tale. “Your father, King Vegeta sent me to
Earth on a mission to gather information on suspected spies of Frieza…”
style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“My father is dead.” Vegeta snapped
waspishly, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. Something at the back of his mind
telling him not to trust the smooth talking son of Bardock. He hadn’t even
known Bardock had any children let alive, he seemed to remember hearing a rumor
several years ago that they had all perished under suspicious circumstances.
The prince however didn’t let any of his suspciousions show outwardly.
style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“Dead?!” Kakarot blanched, not having to
feign surprise. He had spent the past few days deep in Frieza’s territory,
gathering what information he could about his father’s location. Had he known
that the King had been killed he would have postponed his visit home, at least
until less attention was focused on the royal abode which his father guarded.
Still, at least now none could disprove his lie…except of course for his
father. He glanced down warily at the bloodied body, expecting him to sit up at
any moment and let the cat out of the bag. Luckily the body stayed where it had
fallen.
A member of the icejin royal family, whose
identity was a closely guarded secret, had issued the bounty on his father’s
life several years ago. Kakarot had been mildly surprised to find that despite
the bounty his father was still alive, but then the amount on his father’s head
was less then substantial and his fathers battle prowess was legendary so it
wasn’t all that surprising that as yet no hunter
decided to take on the challenge. Noticing that the Prince was become edgy from
his prolonged silence Kakarot hurriedly spoke.
“I did now
know of your fathers demise, I hope you will accept my sincerest apologies for
barging in on the palace in a time of mourning.” Vegeta nodded in acceptance of
his apology and watched as Kakarot leant down and scooped his father into his
arms, avoiding eye contact with any of the other saiyans in the room. Almost
unwillingly Vegeta found his eyes briefly sweeping over the young saiyans body,
noting the controlled strength in his muscles as he lifted his father gracefully.
The Prince
cleared his throat hurriedly and looked away, wildly wondering why he’d just
felt an almost sexual stirring at the thought of a more intimate meeting with
Bardock’s child. Ignoring Kakarot, Vegeta strode from the room, pausing briefly
to confer with Brolly in an undertone before disappearing down the hallway.
He’d never in his life found a man attractive! Even when his mentor Nappa had
explained that same sex relationships were common amongst saiyan males, he’d
never once found himself entertaining the thought of engaging in sexual
relations with another male until now!
Deciding
that it was just the human tailoring of Kakarot’s clothing – which of course
reminded him of Bulma – Vegeta stormed back into his room, slamming the door
behind him. By the time Zucchini returned to the room he was seated at the
table typing furiously on the portable computer, his mind firmly planted on the
worrisome issue of weather or not the wedding should take place in the castle
or on one of Vegeta’s moons, far away from public eye.
Back in the
med bay, Kakarot, who had not been unaware of the Prince’s eyes following him,
deposited his father in the healing tank with little finesse, fixed the mask on
his face and silently promised that he’d be back to finish his father off when
time would next allow. The fact that the prince had been so easy to fool with
his lies gave him an idea – although it would cost him dearly if is plan went
awry, but if all went according to plan it would get Brolly out of his hair for
good and that was worth risking everything for.
“Now I know
who you are.” Brolly stepped forward, his tail swishing back and forth behind
him. For the briefest of seconds Brolly merely stared at Kakarot with bitter
black eyes, then he snarled angrily. “Kakarot!” He spat his name out as though
it was poison.
Kakarot
shrugged indifferently. “You must have known I’d come back one day – I couldn’t
stay away for ever.” He stepped towards Brolly, struggling to control his urge
to release his power and flatten the egotistical henchman of the former king.
It had been a long time since he’d laid eyes on Brolly indeed the last time
they’d met he had looked nothing like he did now, he’d been a little more…upset.
Kakarot
chuckled at the memory.
They
watched each other distrustfully, for the moment forgetting the reason that had
brought them to the castle. Their past together was a jumbled mix of pain,
hatred and betrayal – it was a past that Kakarot had nonchalantly shrugged off
long ago, but a past that Brolly had dwelt upon. Once they’d been friends and
had worked together for the king on ‘special’ purging missions, but all
that had come to an abrupt halt with the death of Brolly’s saiyan lover;
Raditz.
“Give me
one reason why I shouldn’t rip you to shreds…” The former bodyguard to Bulma
bared his teeth, his muscles tense with inaction. He wanted to lunge and grab
the insane little weasel before he slipped through his fingers as he’d done
last time. Kakarot was far smarter then the average saiyan, having inherited his
fathers wily intelligence and strategic ability. It was sickening though to
realize that Kakarot had played them all, pretending to be something he wasn’t
all through his adolescent.
It wasn’t
until he’d killed his own brother for fun that Brolly had seen the more
sinister side of his nature emerge. Kakarot was a killer, but more so then
that, he was a liar. When confronted with the death of his brother Kakarot had
pleaded ignorance until a few months later when he’d told Brolly that is was Turles
who had slain his lover. Brolly had gone after Turles of course, convinced that
his good friend Kakarot wouldn’t lie to him – he’d gone so far as to
chase Turles off planet.
How was he
to know that Kakarot was lying? How was he to know that everything Kakarot said
was part of an elaborate plot to force his remaining brother off planet? With
the clarity of retrospect he could see now how devious Kakarot had been, even
at a young age. The only remaining question was why?
Kakarot
didn’t bother to answer his question of why Brolly should spare him, instead he
yawned slightly and stretched. “You know Brolly, given the chance I’d love to
fight you. However I have more pressing matters to attend to…” He held up his
hand and Brolly growled in response, not realizing that Kakarot was
deliberately baiting him. “Now get all upset, I’ll be on planet for a while
longer yet.” He grinned sneakily and let out a small chuckle. “Don’t worry –
you’ll be seeing me again.” With that Kakarot strode confidently past him,
apparently too cocky to acknowledge the warning growl from Brolly.
It wasn’t
until later that night that a med-technician, coming to check up on Bardock’s
healing process, found Kakarot lying bloodied on the floor – unconscious but
still alive. Had Kakarot still been awake he would have smirked at his good
fortune, after all Brolly had set the wheels in motion for his latest plan by
attacking him, but as it was all he could do was groan almost inaudibly as he
was put into a healing tank next to his father.style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>
is the energy-eating tree that Turles plants in the third DBZ movie.
style='font-size:10.0pt'>A/N – Yeah! I got it done in less then a week! I so
rock! Wahoo! Please review and let me know what you think my dear!