Broken In Pieces [Discontinued]
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Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult +
Chapters:
13
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4,354
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17
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There Is A Season
I picked this particular verse after much deliberation. This chapter marks a different point in Kakarrot's life, so I wanted the verse to reflect that. It is a rather short chapter in spite of my previous ideas. This chapter is basically here to set up the next one. Thanks for reading.
Broken In Pieces
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“To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under heaven.”
(Ecclesiastes 3:1)
Chapter Nine
Kakarrot’s tense fingers curled into the fabric over his knees. The Warriors had told him that he would have to be calm in order for the meditation to work properly. ‘Not so easily done.’ He thought.
Raditz had given up the training rather quickly. It had not surprised Kakarrot at all, but he now had to deal with his own emotions and his brother, who had no problem with voicing how irritating and boring he thought the experience was.
Kakarrot exhaled sharply. He hated the anger inside him, which in turn caused him to be more upset. “Quite useless.” He mumbled.
A week with the Yardrat Warriors had already passed. Gratto had let one of the Warriors read his mind and somehow transferred the Saiyan language to him mentally. Kakarrot and Raditz did not understand how it worked, but then again they did not care. They could communicate with the Warriors. That was the only important thing. Kakarrot wondered what two weeks would have been like if they could not understand one another.
Kakarrot threw a glance towards the main temple – where Raditz must be. Kakarrot rolled his eyes.
While Raditz sulked about the Warriors’ temples, Kakarrot had worked very hard. He trained for at least ten hours a day. At the end of each day, he felt terribly tired; though, his perseverance had paid off. He had learned a new technique called Instant Transmission. It had been rather difficult to learn with Raditz complaining constantly. Kakarrot had hoped that Raditz would be interested enough in his progress to join the training himself, but that had not happened.
Instant Transmission allowed Kakarrot to instantly go from one place to another. He started with very short distances and gradually went further away. He even learned how to leave the planet. He could travel using an individual’s energy as a beacon or go to well-known place. His furthest trip so far was back to his home. Kakarrot clenched his eyes shut at the memory.
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The house had been burned on purpose. Kakarrot was certain of that. The roof had fallen in on far side of his childhood home, crushing his bedroom. He shrugged off the feeling of loss. He did not think he would be able to return there anyways. He figured King Vegeta would have found it and destroyed it at some point. ‘Better now than if we were here.’
Kakarrot did not like to think about the day Vegeta died, but the idea of a future battle with King Vegeta and his elite family members brought back the memory of his transformation into Super Saiyan. He wondered if that strength was enough to defeat the powerful men who killed all of the Namekians.
Kakarrot walked to the backyard. He looked for Vegeta’s unmarked grave. He found it, but was disturbed at the sight of it. The grave looked pillaged. The wrappings that had covered Vegeta’s body were caught on a few pieces of broken wood that must have blown away from the house.
Kakarrot had to hold his mouth to keep the nausea from rising out of his throat. ‘Did King Vegeta find his son’s body and take it with him? Did he give it to royal family to be destroyed? Had Metga been wished back and had he taken Vegeta’s body?’ The thoughts rushed through his body. The last on made Kakarrot’s knees weak.
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Kakarrot clenched his pants harder in response to the sight of Vegeta’s wrappings in his mind. His eyes remained closed; he had to calm himself before he opened them again. He practiced one of the breathing exercises that the Warriors had taught him. His breathing slowed while his chest made slow rises and falls.
‘I can do this.’ Kakarrot reminded himself. He opened his eyes before closing them again, ready to begin. Kakarrot finally settled into a few hours of peaceful meditation.
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Kakarrot leaned his head back against his pillow as he gently stroked Vegeta’s fresh mate spot with the tips of his fingers, causing Vegeta to arch into his touch.
“Kakarrot.” Vegeta moaned.
“Yes?” Kakarrot purred.
“Kakarrot.” Vegeta’s voice sounded suddenly so far away.
“Yes, Vegeta?” Kakarrot looked down and found his lap empty. “Vegeta, where are you?” Kakarrot stood up and started running about the house and into the yard. “Vegeta! Where are you?”
Kakarrot dropped to his knees on the verge of crying. “Vegeta, come back!”
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Kakarrot opened his eyes. ‘What was that?’ He wondered. He stood up, dusting the dirt off his pants and began walking back to the temple.
“Kakarrot.” A voice called.
Kakarrot wiped around and searched for whoever was calling him, but found no one. His body automatically went into a defensive fighting pose.
“Kakarrot, it’s me.” A voice that Kakarrot had not heard in what felt like years said again. It took his mind a moment to register the familiar yet foreign voice.
“Vegeta?”
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To Be Continued.
Broken In Pieces
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“To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under heaven.”
(Ecclesiastes 3:1)
Chapter Nine
Kakarrot’s tense fingers curled into the fabric over his knees. The Warriors had told him that he would have to be calm in order for the meditation to work properly. ‘Not so easily done.’ He thought.
Raditz had given up the training rather quickly. It had not surprised Kakarrot at all, but he now had to deal with his own emotions and his brother, who had no problem with voicing how irritating and boring he thought the experience was.
Kakarrot exhaled sharply. He hated the anger inside him, which in turn caused him to be more upset. “Quite useless.” He mumbled.
A week with the Yardrat Warriors had already passed. Gratto had let one of the Warriors read his mind and somehow transferred the Saiyan language to him mentally. Kakarrot and Raditz did not understand how it worked, but then again they did not care. They could communicate with the Warriors. That was the only important thing. Kakarrot wondered what two weeks would have been like if they could not understand one another.
Kakarrot threw a glance towards the main temple – where Raditz must be. Kakarrot rolled his eyes.
While Raditz sulked about the Warriors’ temples, Kakarrot had worked very hard. He trained for at least ten hours a day. At the end of each day, he felt terribly tired; though, his perseverance had paid off. He had learned a new technique called Instant Transmission. It had been rather difficult to learn with Raditz complaining constantly. Kakarrot had hoped that Raditz would be interested enough in his progress to join the training himself, but that had not happened.
Instant Transmission allowed Kakarrot to instantly go from one place to another. He started with very short distances and gradually went further away. He even learned how to leave the planet. He could travel using an individual’s energy as a beacon or go to well-known place. His furthest trip so far was back to his home. Kakarrot clenched his eyes shut at the memory.
|||:
The house had been burned on purpose. Kakarrot was certain of that. The roof had fallen in on far side of his childhood home, crushing his bedroom. He shrugged off the feeling of loss. He did not think he would be able to return there anyways. He figured King Vegeta would have found it and destroyed it at some point. ‘Better now than if we were here.’
Kakarrot did not like to think about the day Vegeta died, but the idea of a future battle with King Vegeta and his elite family members brought back the memory of his transformation into Super Saiyan. He wondered if that strength was enough to defeat the powerful men who killed all of the Namekians.
Kakarrot walked to the backyard. He looked for Vegeta’s unmarked grave. He found it, but was disturbed at the sight of it. The grave looked pillaged. The wrappings that had covered Vegeta’s body were caught on a few pieces of broken wood that must have blown away from the house.
Kakarrot had to hold his mouth to keep the nausea from rising out of his throat. ‘Did King Vegeta find his son’s body and take it with him? Did he give it to royal family to be destroyed? Had Metga been wished back and had he taken Vegeta’s body?’ The thoughts rushed through his body. The last on made Kakarrot’s knees weak.
|||:
Kakarrot clenched his pants harder in response to the sight of Vegeta’s wrappings in his mind. His eyes remained closed; he had to calm himself before he opened them again. He practiced one of the breathing exercises that the Warriors had taught him. His breathing slowed while his chest made slow rises and falls.
‘I can do this.’ Kakarrot reminded himself. He opened his eyes before closing them again, ready to begin. Kakarrot finally settled into a few hours of peaceful meditation.
|||:
Kakarrot leaned his head back against his pillow as he gently stroked Vegeta’s fresh mate spot with the tips of his fingers, causing Vegeta to arch into his touch.
“Kakarrot.” Vegeta moaned.
“Yes?” Kakarrot purred.
“Kakarrot.” Vegeta’s voice sounded suddenly so far away.
“Yes, Vegeta?” Kakarrot looked down and found his lap empty. “Vegeta, where are you?” Kakarrot stood up and started running about the house and into the yard. “Vegeta! Where are you?”
Kakarrot dropped to his knees on the verge of crying. “Vegeta, come back!”
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Kakarrot opened his eyes. ‘What was that?’ He wondered. He stood up, dusting the dirt off his pants and began walking back to the temple.
“Kakarrot.” A voice called.
Kakarrot wiped around and searched for whoever was calling him, but found no one. His body automatically went into a defensive fighting pose.
“Kakarrot, it’s me.” A voice that Kakarrot had not heard in what felt like years said again. It took his mind a moment to register the familiar yet foreign voice.
“Vegeta?”
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To Be Continued.