Lamb Without Blemish [Discontinued]

Lamb Without Blemish

"Do not curse the king, even in your thought; do not curse the rich, even in your bedroom; for a bird of the air may carry your voice, and a bird in flight may tell the matter."

(Ecclesiastes 10:20)

Chapter Nine

Vegeta hurried to the dinning area. His father had requested his presence for breakfast. This was not unusual, considering that the King had been gone for a week, but Vegeta could not help but to be nervous. He knew that he had uncovered a tightly kept secret. If his father found out about his actions, Vegeta feared what would happen. Vegeta ran to the entrance of the dining area, adjusting himself before stepping into the room. When he felt sure of himself, he entered. "Good morning, Father." Vegeta called after he saw the King's face. "How was your trip?"

"It went well, Son. Have you been keeping busy in my absence?" The King motioned for Vegeta to take his seat.

"Yes, Father. I would say that I have. I've been reading a good deal."

"What have you been doing about this mate situation? Every day the mating ceremony draws closer. I do not want to have to turn over the title to another family, Vegeta. I hope you understand the seriousness of this situation." His father said the last sentence in a questioning tone.

"Yes, I understand it quite well. I have been trying to obtain a mate, Father. I know the importance of our lineage." Vegeta examined how true his words were, especially after all he had learned about his family history.

"Good. I'm glad to hear it. Now, when would you be planning to have your first child after you are mated? When I was mated, I wasted no time. I hope you will have the same attitude. It is one thing to find a mate by the allotted time, but you must also produce an heir before I die. I'm sure you could handle that, Son." His eyes again deemed the statement as a question.

Vegeta was momentarily saved by servants bringing in the food. Once they left, the King continued in the topic.

"Vegeta, you still haven't answered me. What are you intentions regarding the start of a family?"

Vegeta truly had not considered this himself. He did not know how to answer because it would be Kakarrot who would have to carry the child. He would have to tell his father something though. "I am not sure. I would like to have a son before the end of next year." This response seemed to work because the King fell silent on the subject and began to reminisce over the past week on another planet.

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Vegeta returned to his room with a headache. He had never kept something of this magnitude from his father, and the pressure was a significant strain to bear at once. He sighed. Turning towards his closet, Vegeta dug out the object of his recent pains and his escapes. It was the journal his bearer had left before his death. Vegeta flipped the book open once again.

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Day Twenty Six

The mating ceremony is going to be tomorrow. I feel so nervous. Vegeta has tried to reassure me that everything will be fine, but I cannot stop this growing fear within me. I need to remember what to do. Though, Vegeta told me about that too. He told me just to follow his lead, and I should be fine. Vegeta has always been honest with me. He is pretty direct also. I asked how his extended family would feel about me. Without a pause, he said, "They probably won't like you." I just blinked at him. He again told me not to worry. He said that his family was very biased about the people they liked and not to take offense to their attitudes. I will try to do as he said. I have never had people dislike me so severely before meeting me. It seems very odd to me. Why judge someone before laying eyes on them and speaking to them? Maybe I will never understand that. Vegeta seems to understand it. He was raised around those sorts of people. I hope I never have to see that side of him. It would kill me to see such a kind and honest person become deceptive or hateful. I don't think I will have to worry about that. Vegeta is unlike his relatives from my understanding. I need to sleep. All I can ask from myself is to do my best.

Day Twenty Seven

Vegeta and I are mates. My body is still sore. It was awkward being alone in his bedroom chamber last night. It was even stranger to see him naked. I blushed so deeply that I thought my face would be stained a permanent red. He tried to calm me down, but I must admit I was nervous throughout the whole experience. It hurt quite a bit. He had paused to wait for me to adjust. For that, I am very grateful. Otherwise, I'm sure I would be in much more pain this morning. My mate mark on my neck is still fresh, just barely scabbed over. I got the urge to leave my mark on him while we were being intimate, but he did not let me. After we had finished, he explained that future kings were not supposed to take the mate mark. In royal couplings, only the bearer should take the mark. He apologized for not telling me sooner. It did hurt my feelings slightly that he could not take my mark, but he will be the king someday. I would not want to hinder him in anyway.

Day Forty

I believe I am pregnant. Vegeta said he would send for a doctor to check on me. It feels so rushed. I mean. I just met Vegeta, mated him, and I could be carrying his child. I am going to lie down. I'm feeling suddenly very tired.

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Vegeta heard a knock at his door. He hurried to hide the book in its secret place and went to answer the door. Vegeta found his servant behind the door. "Sir, the King has asked me to help you into this." The servant held out an unusual outfit. "He got it on his trip." The servant smiled. Vegeta complied and allowed the man into his room.

As the man helped him dress, Vegeta wondered what Kakarrot might think about having a personal servant. The man that served him had been with him since he was very young. Vegeta never trusted any other person to help dress him or to see him undressed. He nearly laughed at the thought of Kakarrot with a servant undressing him. He paused and was curious if he or Kakarrot would become jealous over such things, yet these thoughts seemed useless at the time. Vegeta was still uncertain about his fate with Kakarrot and his role as the future leader of the planet.

After Vegeta was dressed, the servant told him about the King's desire to see him in the outfit. Vegeta followed his servant to his father's personal study. When he arrived in his father's large study, he found the King sorting through some papers on his desk. The King took notice of his son.

"Ah, that looks great, Prince Vegeta. You could almost pass for a local on that planet." The King's deep laugh echoed through the big room.

"Thank you, Father. I appreciate your gift." Vegeta bowed.

"It is nothing, my Son. You will be king before too long. You should become accustomed to other cultures." He smiled. "Your mate should become used to it as well."

Vegeta felt more uneasy. He wanted some assurance about Kakarrot, so he asked. "Father, must I mate someone from the noble class?"

"No, not necessarily. You may choose a mate from the second class if you wish."

"What about the third class?" Vegeta said shakily.

"No, that is forbidden, but why would you even want to? The third class Saiyans are such barbarians. They are wild. They could never be trusted to be a bearer of a future king."

"What if they could be?" Vegeta said. His voice rose slightly.

"Why do you ask such questions, Vegeta? Surely, you have not fallen for a third class." His father said it more as a joke, rather than believing that there was any truth to the statement.

Vegeta could not bring himself to be so blatantly dishonest with his father. He stood silently, hoping that his father would drop the subject. The King was about to ask his son about the topic again, but a servant entered with the King's tea. He decided to let it go for now. 'There is no way Vegeta could love a third class. Fate cannot be that cruel to me.' The King mused before excusing his son from his studying, telling him that he had some papers to go over. The Prince left the room. King Vegeta began to feel a creeping fear in the back of his mind. He pushed the thoughts aside and focused on his work.

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Vegeta went back to his room, removed the foreign clothes as quickly as possible without ripping the fabric, and put on his commoner's disguise. He had the sudden urge to see Kakarrot. He did not know if he needed the reassurance or if it was due to the time of day, as late afternoon was just drawing in. He did not care though. He had to see Kakarrot now.

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Vegeta landed in Kakarrot's backyard. He saw Raditz first. The man had his back turned to Vegeta. He took this opportunity to compose himself before walking up to greet him. When he had adjusted his angered face, Vegeta walked forward, but before he could call out to the Saiyan, Raditz fired a ki blast at him. "Gotcha, Kaka!" He yelled.

Vegeta deflected it with only a few burnt fibers on his coat's sleeves. He stared mortified at the long haired man.

"Oh! I'm sorry, Veggan. I was sparring with Kakarrot. He was hiding. I thought you were him. Nice block." He smiled at Vegeta.

"It's alright." Vegeta was able to say. "Where is Kakarrot? I wanted to speak to him."

Raditz turned and yelled for his brother. "Kakarrot, Veggan is here to see you. Come out. The fight is over." Upon those words, Kakarrot jumped out from his hiding spot with a large grin on his face.

"Vege… I mean, Veggan! I can't believe you're here." He ran across the field until he stood just before Vegeta. The breeze created by his run stirred Kakarrot's scent to Vegeta's nose. Vegeta did not have much longer with this heat, but he did not know if he could handle this. Kakarrot stood in front of him in a thin shirt. Sweat beaded on his forehead and his arms. Vegeta wanted to taste that skin.

When Vegeta had hope of making his relationship with Kakarrot work, he had more control. Now, he felt his control pushed aside for his growing need. He grabbed Kakarrot's hand. "Come, Kakarrot. I need to talk to you alone." Kakarrot had not been able to utter a reply or a parting message to his brother, for Vegeta took off quickly into the sky with Kakarrot as his prisoner.

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TBC