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To Win A Royal Heart By Kami Kaze Part 12 A little over two weeks after Bardock’s first visit, Goten was released from the recovery room, completely free of the disease that had plagued him. On his way back to his quarters, someone poked him in the middle of his back from behind. Frowning, he turned to face his smiling grandfather. “No longer sick, I see?” He asked with a smirk, siding up next to Goten. “Thankfully, no…still not following orders, I see?” Goten asked in return, grinning. Bardock, he knew, was supposed to have left with the General back to planet Vegeta. Bardock continued to smirk. “Seems you’ve gotten to know me a little better than I thought.” He said with a chuckle, reaching out to ruffle Goten’s hair. They both laughed, Goten’s heart swelling with happiness at the close relationship he was forming with his new-found grandfather. His happiness wavered, however, as a snort sounded from behind him. “Well well well…what have we here? I had heard that you had taken up a new friend, father, but it looks to me like you found a new son, ne?” A sarcastic voice called out. Bardock turned slightly as Goten spun around to meet a tall burly saiyan man, his arms crossed in a stance eerily familiar of Vegeta. Bardock snorted, a smirk twitching his lip. “So…you’ve decided to finally come see your old man, eh, Raditz? It’s about time. How long have you been back now?” Raditz shrugged his shoulders. “A couple months or so. Sorry, father…I’ve just been…busy.” His eyes strayed from his father to narrow dangerously to Goten; they were about the same age. “So. Are you going to introduce you’re new…friend? I’ve heard a bit about him…they say he’s quite a fighter.” Raditz leered at Goten, flashing a set of sharp pearly teeth. “He is. Could probably whip you easily, Raditz.” Bardock sneered, then smirked with amusement at the look of surprise from his oldest son. “This is Goten.” He said simply, motioning with his hand. ‘And he’s from planet fucking Earth!’ He wanted to say, but held back, knowing that the little piece of information was something Goten and his father didn’t want to share…for whatever reason. Bardock would be sure and have a little…talk…with Goku when he and prince Vegeta got back, as his curiosity was getting the best of him. He simply didn’t have the heart to plague Goten with questions; it was quite obvious that Goten was more sensitive than his fellow saiyans, and the look on the boys’ face when he had realized he had let the secret slip had, for some reason, twisted Bardock’s heart in his chest. Radditz nodded his head, his eyes roaming Goten’s form suspiciously. “Hn.” Was his reply, not sure if his father had been joking about the young man’s strength or not; however, his father rarely joked. Goten blinked in surprise. ‘He’s my uncle Raditz?!’ Goten asked himself, hoping his face wasn’t too awestruck. Another family member he thought he’d never meet. His eyes raked over the taller man, finding some resemblance to Bardock, but he didn’t look half as much like him as Goku did. If anything, his uncle reminded him of a larger version of Vegeta. “Uh…nice to meet you.” Goten said, not liking the predatory look in Raditz’s eye. “Hn.” Was the only reply he received; Raditz finally looked away and back to Bardock, just as Bardock received a call on his transmitter. “Kuso!” Bardock cursed softly. “I have to go, sounds like the General is here to try and drag me back to the home planet. Gotta run.” And with that, he sprinted away, disappearing down the hall within seconds, leaving Raditz and Goten staring after him. “He’s always running off like that. Can’t keep himself out of trouble…kind of like me.” The young man grinned widely, stepping towards Goten. Goten’s eyes went round as Raditz leaned towards him, his grin widening. “So…you want to fight me?” He asked softly, his nose just inches from Goten’s. “I’d be willing to make a bet…” He began, staring down at Goten with heavy-lidded eyes. “that you aren’t as tough as my father says; you want to make a little bet, Goten?” Raditz’s voice took on a seductive tone that was beginning to lull Goten’s senses. “Wh…what kind of bet?” Goten managed, taking a small step backwards, cursing silently as his back hit the wall. Raditz chuckled softly, taking yet another step forward, their bodies almost pressing together. Goten swallowed audibly, staring up at his uncle with wide eyes. He held back a flinch as Raditz brought his large hand upwards, stroking Goten’s cheek softly before sliding it up his jaw and into his hair, where he fisted his hand into the short, dark strands, pulling Goten upwards onto the tips of his toes. “You sure are pretty, for a male saiyan.” Raditz muttered, staring at Goten’s face with interest, his look of intense contemplation vanishing as his head dipped downwards to lick across Goten’s lips seductively. Raditz growled softly, his eyes closed as he hovered a breath away from Goten’s lips. “You smell and taste different, too…” He said, lowering his head to trail his mouth and nose across Goten’s face and down his exposed throat. “I wonder what your blood tastes like…” he mused, nipping at the hollow of Goten’s throat. Goten’s eyes flared wide, a small moan escaping his throat as he became aroused by the taller man’s administrations. He then blinked, his mind a flurry of confusion. ‘Goten! Get a hold of yourself! This is your uncle, for Kami’s sake!” Raditz lifted his head from Goten’s neck, his hand still deeply imbedded in the dark mop of hair. “The bet is, that you can’t beat me in a spar. Winner takes all.” He said, that intense stare pinning Goten to the wall once again. Goten frowned, slightly confused, but happy to have at least a little bit of space between them. “Winner…takes…all of what?” A smirk, those dark eyes narrowing onto his, glinting mischievously. “Whatever the winner wants.” He replied, his grip tightening in Goten’s hair. Raditz chuckled at the startled reaction from the young man before him, delighted with his new pretty play thing. A glance down the hall to confirm their privacy was all the encouragement he needed to continue his little game, his left hand moving swiftly down to Goten’s groin to rub the firm erection he found there. Goten jerked violently at the intrusion. “Hey!” He growled, his hand shooting out to catch Raditz’s wrist to begin pulling the man’s hand off of his crotch. “Well…” Raditz grinned, ignoring Goten’s efforts by pressing the smaller man against the wall with his body. “looks as if I’m not the only one enjoying this little game, hm, Goten?” Goten gasped as he was crushed against the wall, the hand in his hair tightening painfully as it wrenched his head back, the other saiyan’s lips crushing against his with brutal force. Raditz’s other hand came up to jerk his jaw downwards, immediately moving his tongue into the soft wetness of Goten’s mouth as it was pried open. The kiss was long and fierce, Goten dismissing the acknowledgement of family ties between himself and his uncle and instead yielded to the battle lust that burned in his blood, telling him to fight. But this was a whole different kind of fight. Their tongues battled savagely against each other, twisting, turning, pushing and shoving against the other with passionate fury; Goten’s hands moved up Raditz’s sides, one hand imitating his foe's as it wound its way into the long thick ebony mane of hair that hung in soft spikes down Raditz’s back, his fingers entwining around the soft strands and fisting tightly. A small sound of surprise escaped Raditz’s throat as his head was suddenly jerked downwards, his hands slipping down to brace against Goten’s shoulders. A low growl sounded, and Goten found his shoulders being painfully pressed against the wall, the other man’s nails digging into his skin hard enough to cause thin rivulets of blood to course down his bare arms. Raditz managed to pull out of the kiss, his eyes glazed with arousal, his breath coming in small pants against Goten’s cheek. “Now for a taste…” He whispered softly, his head lowering as he jerked Goten’s arm across his chest, his tongue flickering out to lap up some of the blood that leaked from the small wounds he had created. Goten’s mind surged with excitement, his eyes rolling back as the man licked his wounds, small waves of pleasure washing over his groin. He was, at that moment, defenseless. ‘Kami help me…’ His mind screamed before being swallowed whole by his own passion. *** Bardock sprinted down the maze of hallways that finally brought him to the pod landing chamber, his eyes darting over each pod closely as he tried to find General Kellek’s. If it wasn’t there, then he hadn’t yet arrived. The alarm was sounded, signaling an incoming pod, so as quickly as he could, Bardock ducked behind the closest stationary pod and peeked from behind it as two pod doors opened, awaiting arrival. He watched as the two pods descended through the doors and crashed somewhat lightly onto their landing pads. His eyes narrowed, only to open in surprise minutes later when a head of spiky black hair like his own appeared as the man exited his pod. “Goku!” He whispered, his eyes flashing quickly to the other pod, it’s door crashing open to reveal his prince. Smiling he darted out from behind the pod and approached them, more than happy that it wasn’t his General. ‘Then again…if Prince Vegeta hears of my actions, he may send me back to planet Vegeta himself.’ Too late, he was already within feet of the two men. Goku turned, a look of confusion flashing across his features before he smiled widely, lifting a hand in greeting towards Bardock. Bardock returned the motion to Goku, then bowed briefly before the prince. “Welcome back Prince Vegeta, Goku. How did your mission go on Zablyn 5?” He asked, knowing full well the planet had been purged without much of a problem. It was always that way when Vegeta was sent to purge a planet. “You’re back a few days early.” “Vegeta barely acknowledged Bardock at first, then turned to face the man, shocked to see exactly how much he and Goku looked alike. He frowned, then snorted. “It went fine, of course. The planet is purged. What else did you expect of your prince, Bardock?” Bardock smiled. “Nothing less, my prince.” “Hn.” Vegeta said, stepping around Bardock and motioning for Goku to follow him. Bardock fell into step with Goku, their silence stretching until they were inside the hallway. “Did you hear that Goten became ill?” Bardock asked, glancing to Goku. Goku stopped, his eyes wide. “Sick!? Is he ok? What’s wrong with him??” He asked, panic gripping his heart. If anything happened to his son, he would never forgive himself. Vegeta stopped at hearing the panicked outburst and turned, his brow furrowing. He looked to Bardock for an answer. Badock clapped his hand on Goku’s shoulder reassuringly. “He’s fine now, but he had contracted Keccitopitis, and was hospitalized for a week.” “Kechy-what?! What the hell is that?” Bardock cringed at Goku’s questioning, wanting to kick himself for his stupidity. He should have waited until they were alone to tell him about Goten’s illness; now Goku had just made a mistake and didn’t even know it. “Keccitopitis…you know…like the measles?” Bardock stated calmly, trying to deflect Goku’s mistake. Everyone on planet Vegeta knew what Keccitopitis was. “Wait a minute…” Vegeta stepped in, scowling. “Every child is vaccinated for that disease! Only animals carry it now, it’s been that way for years! How did Goten contract it?” Goku flinched, his mouth opening without sound. He had no clue what to say. Bardock shrugged his shoulders, hoping he’d be forgiven for lying to his prince. “He wasn’t vaccinated as a child. Most are, but sometimes a few slip through and end up without the vaccination.” He said, pushing Goku’s shoulder to get him walking again. Goku blinked softly, nodding as he began walking down the hall with the two other men. “Hn.” Vegeta replied, turning to continue down the hall. “I haven’t known anyone to contract that disease…or even remember hearing about anyone getting it.” The prince pondered, blinking softly as something Goku had said to him floated back into his memory. “There are things about me I cannot tell you, for if I did, it may change…the future.” No one knew the father or son. There were no documents anywhere on planet Vegeta that proved either of their existence. The man was of legend, a super saiyan. He had to have come from somewhere else; perhaps another time, given the man’s words. How else would knowledge of him change the future? Vegeta frowned. How believable was that, though? How could the man have come from another time, that was impossible…pure fantasy. The only way Vegeta would ever learn the truth about the man was if Goku told him, and he wasn’t sure if that would happen. ‘Ah, but my original plan was to talk to Goten…perhaps I can persuade him to tell me the truth.’ Goku glanced towards Vegeta, wondering why he had become so quiet; looking at the prince made his heart leap in his chest, and made him wonder what his own Vegeta was doing right then. ‘Damn, I miss him. Funny, I never thought I’d ever feel this strongly for him, but I do. Will he ever feel this strongly for me? I doubt it.’ He sighed softly, then froze as a deep growl sounded from in front of him. Vegeta stood, his posture rigid as he stared down the hallway a few feet. Goku followed his gaze and gasped, his vision wavering as he spied a tall muscled warrior, about the same age as Goten, pinning Goten to the wall as he ravaged his son’s body with his tongue, the heavy scent of arousal and blood hanging in the air. Before he could move, Bardock darted forward, lashing out with his fist to knock the man off of Goten; Goku gasped when he realized just who the young man was; his own older brother. “Raditz! What in fuck’s name do you think you’re doing?” Badock thundered, glaring murderously down at his son, who had fallen onto his back on the floor. He rubbed his chin painfully, his eyes shooting daggers at his father. “I’m just having a little fun, damn it! Calm down, what the fuck did you hit me for?” Raditz yelled back, beginning to climb to his feet. Goten stood stunned as he watched the scene unfold. He winced, raising his hand to his head and rubbed the spot where Raditz had managed to tear a hunk of hair from it. “Goten, son! Are you ok?” Goku’s voice came from his side. A deep flush spread over the young man’s cheeks as he licked his lips and nodded. “Yea dad, I’m fine. No harm done…really.” He said, waving his hand nonchalantly. “We were having a bit of a spar, if you want to call it that…” Goten finished, feeling stupid for using such a miserable excuse. He leaned closer to his father and whispered. “Dad, don’t you think it would be better if Raditz doesn’t see you?” Goku froze, glancing over to his brother who was still busy arguing with his father. “Yea, you’re right, I’ll hang back a bit. No use in being seen by more people than necessary, huh?” He didn’t wait for his son to answer, but instead took a few steps away, more than a bit disturbed over the situation. Finding his own brother making out with his son was one thing; but smelling Goten’s arousal AND finding out that Goten knew it was his uncle the whole time had Goku completely baffled and discontented. Bardock growled. “Keep your hands off him, Raditz. I mean it.” Raditz sneered, brushing his legs off. “I’ll do whatever I like, to whomever I like, when I like, and NOBODY is going to tell me different!” his sneer turned to shock as he doubled over, a point-blank ki blast hitting him in the gut. As his upper body thrust downwards, he was decked in the nose, his body shifting again to fly backwards and hit the wall. Vegeta stood over the other man, his cheeks flushed with anger. Raditz’s eyes snapped open, anger flaring before he realized who it was that stood over him. Vegeta reached down, grabbing the front of Raditz’s armor, yanking him up to his knees. “First of all, you shouldn’t talk back to your father like that, Raditz. It’s rude. Second of all, you do not touch Goten unless he wants to be touched, which, for all I know, he may have. I don’t really care. Thirdly, and most importantly, I am your prince, and I say that you will NOT do whatever you like, to whomever you like, whenever you like. I AM telling you different right here and now, you inferior piece of shit, and you will listen to me, UNDERSTOOD?” Vegeta hissed, releasing his grip on Raditz so that he fell back to the floor. Raditz growled softly, but nodded. “I understand, Prince Vegeta.” Vegeta smirked. “Good. That’s what I like to hear. Now, go “have fun” somewhere else.” Raditz climbed to his feet. “Yes sir.” He cast his father a deathly glare before stomping off down the hall, pausing only to smirk at Goten and wink before continuing down the hallway, which was now crowded with soldiers, attracted by the sound of a scuffle. Vegeta turned, his eyes moving over Goten briefly. “Do you need medical attention?” Goten flushed again, shaking his head. “N..no. I’m not hurt. Thanks.” Vegeta’s eyes narrowed briefly, nodding his head. “Good. If you had, I might think you weaker than I first imagined. It would be a pity.” Vegeta said, enjoying the look of anger that flashed across the older teen’s visage before he managed to hide it. “Goku. Go ahead and spend some time with your son and Bardock, if you wish. I am going to report to Frieza. Be back in our quarters by mealtime.” He said, walking away before Goku could answer. “Ah…ok, Vegeta-sama. Thank you.” Goku answered, not sure if Vegeta had heard him or not. Bardock frowned at Goten. “Goten..” he started, but Goten silenced him with a grin and a shake of his head. “Don’t bother apologizing, Bardock, it’s ok. Raditz didn’t do any harm. Besides, I’ll just kick his ass when we spar.” Bardock laughed at this, approval shining through his eyes, something that made Goku’s throat tighten. ‘They’ve become closer since I was away.’ Goku thought to himself, holding back a smile. He only wished that they would have all the time in the world to get to know him, but he knew that they would not. They arrived at Goten’s quarters, all three piling into the room to sit around and talk until Goku had to leave at mealtime. Goku began describing Zablyn 5, and how the purging had went, leaving many of the details out, for obvious reasons. Just as he was about to ask Goten about his sickness, a strange crackling noise filled the air, the smell of electricity filling their nostrils. “I don’t see no fucking picture, woman!” A voice boomed out from nowhere. “Sorry, Vegeta, but it’s not working…but the sound should work.” A female voice came. Goku nearly fell out of his seated position on Goten’s bed. He jumped to his feet, his eyes glazing with wetness. “V…Vegeta?” He said unbelievingly. Silence, then a soft sound, like a sigh. “Kakarotto? Is that you?” “Vegeta! Yes, of course it’s me! You found us!” Goku exclaimed, his eyes roaming the room with confusion. “Where are you? Was that Bulma I heard with you??” Goten gasped. “Vegeta-sama! Have you found us a way home?” Silence again, more static. “Kakarotto…Goten. Listen, I’m not sure how much time we have with this tin-foil crap equipment the woman has made.” After an indignant response from Bulma, he continued. “Where the fuck are you?” “We’re in the past, Vegeta! And you’re never going to believe WHERE we are!” Goku exclaimed. “I don’t believe I’ve gone out of my way to worry about you, you baka. I’m going to kill you when you get back here!” The voice of his prince growled threateningly, then paused. “Where are you then?” Goku swallowed, not knowing how Vegeta was going to respond. “Planet Vegeta…er, actually, right now, we’re on Frieza’s ship, serving duty.” Silence. The smell of electricity became stronger, as did the static in the air. “WHAT?!?!” Vegeta yelled in disbelief. “Yea, crazy, huh? It’s about the year 750, I think.” Goku responded, his heart fluttering in his chest. “Kakarotto, I don’t have much time, this thing needs to be recharged. Listen. We can’t bring you home yet, but the woman is working on it, and is very close, so just hold tight. No matter what you do, Kakarotto, don’t let anyone see you that will know you in this time.” Vegeta’s voice began cutting out. “I have to go now. I’ll make contact with you soon, Kakarotto. And…I’ll get you both back here. I promise you that.” Goku was about to respond, when the static simply vanished as quickly as it had arrived. Goku stood staring blankly at the wall, his mind elsewhere before a noise broke his train of thought. “Uh…” Goten said softly behind him, just before Bardock made a choking noise. Goku turned his head to find Bardock staring at him, his eyes wide and bulging, his mouth moving without any sound coming from it. It felt as if ice water had been thrown over him, inching it’s way down his face and shoulders, creeping down his back. He had forgotten about his father; his father had witnessed the whole transmission. Goku rubbed the back of his neck, letting out a nervous laugh. “ahh….well….” He began, but was cut short as he was suddenly enveloped by two strong arms. “Kakarotto……” Came his father’s muffled voice. Guest Main Page / Chapter 11 / Chapter 13 |