Forgotten Innocence
Longing
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A month
had passed since their arrival on Solace. To Kakarrot’s surprise, Vegeta had
decided to name the planet after a long-dead star that once orbited their home
planet. Though the amnesiac Saiya-jin knew nothing of his long-destroyed
planet, the prince had begun teaching him of the culture that he never even
knew of. Despite never setting foot on the planet itself, he felt a yearning
for something he never experienced.
At the
same time, the dreams persisted and though there were fragments of people he
should know or recognize, he still couldn’t put a name to the faces or people
he had seen. He still had not told Vegeta anything about it and kept to
himself. It was probably a good self-preservation tactic that allowed him to
get to know his prince even better than anyone else alive.
Yet,
there were times Kakarrot felt vulnerable whenever he was alone; almost though
someone was watching him. Whenever he attempted to find out what it was all he
was greeted with was a horrible, yet boding silence that almost seemed
deafening. Of course, he never voiced his complaint with Vegeta; knowing that
the prince thinking he was in a state of paranoia. So he kept quiet.
Until
today when he finally found his answer fighting an intruder off with what he
had learned.
“Who are
you?” Kakarrot growled. He wanted to blast the guy to bits; however, a more
rational part of him told him to ask questions first, kill later.
“None of
your business monkey… my orders were to bring you back to BREED headquarters…”
the alien hissed.
“Whoever
gave you their orders can go fuck themselves,” Kakarrot fired a blast through
the guy’s torso and discarded the body to the ground. It was moments after he
took the life that he felt guilt; almost though he had not given the guy a
chance to redeem himself for something he had yet to do wrong.
live…’
Leaving
the scene of the incident, he headed back to the ship.
-
“Kakarrot,
what the hell happened?” Vegeta demanded; wanting an answer for the raised chi
he had felt earlier.
“Some
bastard from BREED or whatever it was wanted to take me somewhere…” Kakarrot
trailed off from his thoughts when he noticed the panicked look on his prince’s
face. “Did I say something wrong?”
“Shit,
we have to get the fuck off this planet,” Vegeta growled; totally angry at the
idea that their ideal paradise was no longer a valid training spot. “You are
not to leave the vicinity; we are going into space after we find the tracking bug
on this ship.”
“As you
wish.”
-
The ship
was searched top to bottom before a small microchip was crushed; rendering the
tracking device ineffective. Deciding then to not take any chances, Vegeta
fired a blast; incinerating the planet entirely and hindering BREED’s attempts
in locating them anytime soon.
Now
within the void of space once more, the very darkness seemed far infinite
despite the sea of stars sparking within the vast distance. Were there other
planets like Solace out there or was the planet destroyed one of the many
precious gems that could not be restored without divine intervention? In any
case, Kakarrot felt like this had happened once before; however, the images
seemed faint, so fleeting and odd.
planet’s destruction? We couldn’t stay…’
asleep.
-
against the very sandy beach and for an odd reason, he noticed his prince
standing there naked in all of his glory. He seemed to have a serene look on
his face; one that seemed to beckon the amnesiac Saiya-jin closer. Droplets of
sweat seemed to roll down his perfectly sculpted body; outlining the very
curves and strong features that made him unique.
prince apart from this dream one was the irresistible glint in his eye that
spoke of animalistic desire; a desire that sent a wanton heat to his loins.
Before he could question this outspoken and demand an explanation, lips brushed
against his own; almost though he couldn’t bring himself around to protest. The
carnal kiss seemed to last forever, yet, there was confusion why he felt such
lust towards his prince; why he was returning this with such favor.
-
Almost
though the dream had become unrealistic and bizarre, he awoken suddenly;
drenched with sweat with an odd feeling down south that seemed to make him
uneasy. Unsure of how to go about relieving himself of such an exotic dream, he
sat up and sighed.
For the
rest of the night, the odd feeling persisted. He had to deny this forbidden
attraction towards Vegeta before it began. Otherwise, what had started could
possibly spell some sort of cataclysm between him and his prince.
-
Morning
came much too soon for Kakarrot. He was awoken rudely by Vegeta; the same
grumpy, obnoxious prince of jackasses he normally tended to be when he failed
to comply with such a simple request. Waking up took quite awhile to get around
to, the dream he had seemed like a fortnight ago vanished without a trace.
“You
were expected on the bridge half an hour ago,” Vegeta demanded. “Now get your
ass up and get dressed.”
A
grumbled reply was heard as he dressed before his prince; not giving a flying
fuck what he was witnessing. Yet, the gaze seemed to linger upon his flesh and
it sent chills down his spine. Not paying heed to the staring, Kakarrot adorned
the normal armored top and shoes before grabbing his gloves and leaving the
room. It was only after the door hissed shut that Vegeta’s mind suddenly
returning from the gutter of his own twisted wanton.
being more responsible… if not, I will ensure on the next planet he delivers
what he’s been told to give…’
Vegeta summarized mentally before leaving the room.
-
Despite
the setback of the incident on Solace, Vegeta had figured that their stay at
the destroyed planet had been long enough to teach the amnesiac Saiya-jin how
to fight. He decided to travel to a climate-conditioned planet since he had to
teach the warrior that there would be times where his power could either save
or screw the fighter. The white and blue orb that now seemed to fill the entire
screen as the ship prepared to land upon this planet with a gravity much higher
and the terrain much more challenging.
As the
ship cleared the atmosphere and the high level clouds, there was a foggy
setting and snowflakes dancing across the sky and planet’s surface. Geysers of
ice and water exploded from the small holes in the ground; almost a sign that
the planet was threatening to send away any seasoned fighter from landing on
the foreboding landscape. Yet, Vegeta wasn’t turned off from this chaotic
snow-covered planet’s warnings while the ship landed softly on a smooth, yet
unnatural surface.
“Outside
Kakarrot, our training continues,” Vegeta told the younger Saiya-jin.
Deciding
not to argue with the prince, Kakarrot followed as the bay door hissed open.
The snow and cold air hit them as they trudged out onto the icy and
snow-covered planet. The winds that whipped around them would have forced a
human back into the comforts of the warm ship; however, Vegeta was doing this
as a test to see if Kakarrot could be temperament to the sudden climate
changes. Neither one of them had the right equipment to survive a night on this
planet, let alone train here for long periods of time.
There
was no warning as Kakarrot carefully dodged the first punch delivered by
Vegeta; forced back onto the icy surface as he nearly lost his footing. Yet, he
quickly recovered and delivered a kick as their sparring began to intensify on
the grueling planet. For a fleeting moment while he was training, he froze,
feeling a vague sense of being in an environment like this before; however, in
a void. A punch across the face jarred him out of these thoughts as he growled
and returned the favor.
-
“You
have gotten sloppy since our last spar,” Vegeta spoke in such a disappointed
tone of voice. “As punishment, you are to find dinner.”
“I
understand,” Kakarrot bowed before flying off into the cold air. As he moved
further from the ship, he felt a sense of fear creep up his spine and turned
back to see the ship in the distance. He felt like if he went too far away, he
would be doomed on this planet. Landing at the current position, he noticed ice
carvings of an alien race. His hand gently touched them; admiring the work that
probably took days to complete.
A noise
startled him from behind as he turned; his hands summoning a blast before he
noticed a strange dwarfish creature standing there with his tools. His skin was
a tinted blue with pointed ears and wearing the thick furs of an unknown
creature. It seemed Kakarrot had stumbled into this creature’s art studio as
more of them seemed to emerge out of nowhere. The cold was already taking its
toll on his body as his vision blurred; the numbers seemed to double before he
fell headfirst into the snow.
-
Warmth
seemed to surround Kakarrot when he awoke from the dark void. His eyes opened
as he noticed that he was in a cavern near a fire. Sitting up, he noticed the
other dwarf-like creatures near an opening in the ceiling where the snow was
coming in. There was a light that fell upon a beautiful ice carving of an
unidentified female with sprite-like wings. A song-like ballad was heard in the
alien language and Kakarrot cursed that he couldn’t understand the significance
of their odd world.
Despite
being the outsider, they had allowed him the chance to warm up, to rest within
the only world they were familiar with. It felt foreboding; almost though he
had been given this chance a few times in his life. The smell of food brought
his mind back to the present though and he suddenly rose to his feet as the
singing stopped and all eyes fell upon him.
“I have
to go back where I belong…” Kakarrot began, backing up before tripping and
falling upon the ground. A nearby dwarf, a female one, climbed on top of him to
pin him; however, Kakarrot had no issues pushing her away before realizing he
had been stripped out of his clothes. Grabbing the fur from the bed, he sprinted
out of the cave into the snowy wilderness; not wanting to spend another minute
of their bizarre ritual.
Firing a
blast at the entrance of their world, he caused it to cave in; to keep them
from following. Taking off into the sky, he felt frightened; worried that he
had done something wrong, yet another saying that he did the right thing.
they were going to violate me and use me for their fucking desires… I belong
with Vegeta…’
Kakarrot
froze in mid-air; wondering why he thought those words. The wind blew through
his hair and against the fur that was draped around his body; reminding him of
his current dilemma. At the same time however, his mind was a million miles
away, numb from the actual experience he was facing. At that moment, he didn’t
care if he died on that planet; he had more questions now than answers that he
yearned to hear for himself.
Was it
truly fair to belong to Vegeta? The same prince who seemed to have a mysterious
and shady past that he had yet to explain to the younger Saiya-jin? Was he
truly supposed to be something more to his prince or was he making up such a
disillusion to cover for the amnesia he was struggling against?
did he admit he cared about me? He’s my prince…he wouldn’t want anything from
me besides that transformation he’s looking for. I’m nothing to him… just
nothing but a tool… nothing more, nothing less…’
Flying
onwards towards the place he felt his prince’s chi, he decided to abandon the
idea of hunting with only a fur on his back; knowing full well he would have a
lot of explaining to do when he got back to the ship.
-
“Mind
telling me what happened to your clothes and the food you was supposed to bring
back?” Vegeta growled.
“I was
attacked by an alien group that stole my clothes and dragged me to their lair.
I had to wait until their guard was down before I could escape,” Kakarrot lied
to his prince, knowing if he had told the absolute truth, he would be punished
far worse.
“Hm…
well… guess we’re not going to stay long on this planet either…” Vegeta
replied. “I was hoping that the cold climate would have prepared you for the
transformation, but it seems our trip here was in vain. Get a shower and get
dressed. We’ll be leaving in a half hour.”
-
The
survivors of the alien race had managed to dig their way outside again, the
ship blasted off the surface; causing them to cry in vain of the stranger from
the heavens leaving them. It was the last thing on their minds before their
very world was rocked by the hand of destruction, wiping them out without a
trace.
To Be Continued…