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Eight Years Later ****
"Brat!" Nappa bellowed, reaching out large arms to grasp at the eight-year-old boy that was intent on driving him mad. He'd been heading towards the training hall to give his king a message when the boy had sprung out of nowhere, grabbing at his tail and running circles around him before finally turning and running as fast as he could for the training hall.
"Damn it, Kabu!" Nappa yelled as he charged forward, running after the boy as fast as he could and still unable to catch him. He was at the ripe age of forty-five and was huffing as he came to stop in the training hall.
The young prince was tall for his age and rather thin. He was nearly a mirror of his father. Black spiky hair, jutting out in may different directions, pale skin, onyx eyes, dark features, he even held his tail in that odd way, letting it hover behind him rather than wrap it around his waist. He was strong too, very strong.
Nappa looked up to see that the boy was standing behind his king, grinning like an idiot.
"Kabu, are you pestering Nappa again? What have I told you about that?" Vejita said through a smirk, powering down. Kakarotto smiled, powering down as well.
"It looks like he's getting the best of you, Nappa." Raditz said, stepping forward. He'd been leaning against the wall, watching as the strongest beings in the universe trained in an all out battle. Kakarotto had truly improved and was nearly as strong, if not stronger, than the king.
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"Kabu-chan, you eatin' that?" Kakarotto questioned, gesturing at a portion of his son's food.
"Nn… Yeah." The boy said through a mouth full, causing his father to pout in reply. Thinking the whole situation was the funniest thing ever, the young prince burst out in laughter, causing Kakarotto to do the same.
"Really, the both of you are bakas." Vejita said, wiping a stray piece of food from his face that had exploded from his son's mouth when the laughter had erupted from him.
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"Wow, that was really good." Kakarotto said, rubbing his stomach, causing his orange gi to slide up, exposing his pale skin.
"What's that, Papa?"
"Nn?" Kakarotto said, looking down at his stomach, where the boy was gesturing, "Oh, that's my scar from where I had you."
"You had ta cut me outta your stomach? Ew." Kabu said, sticking out his tongue.
"Nappa, remind me to find someone to educate him. Last thing I need is another Kakarotto." Vejita said quietly, causing his bodyguard to chuckle lightly.
"Actually, Jita was that one who cut you out." Kakarotto said, tracing the scar with his index finger.
"Ew! Did you really, Papa?" the young prince said, grimacing even further.
"Don't tell me that grosses you out. Just wait until you're sent on a purging mission." Vejita said, smirking at his son.
"Don't even talk about that." Kakarotto said, warning his mate. That was the one thing the two of them didn't agree on. Vejita insisted the boy go once he came of age. It was tradition, however, Kakarotto refused to agree. The last thing he wanted was for his son to become a killer, a murderer. He'd hated having to go on the one and only purging mission he'd ever gone on.
"Hn, fine, but we'll have to talk about it sooner or later."
"Papa…" Kabu whined, letting the word roll on his tongue as if he were using it to keep himself from becoming totally bored.
"What?" Vejita asked in annoyance.
"Can I stay with Raditz tonight, please?"
"How can you tell who he's talking to?" Nappa asked, interrupting the conversation.
"Just can." Kakarotto said simply, tucking his shirt back in.
"That's another thing. He needs his own room." Vejita said, narrowing his eyes at his mate.
"Nn… Come on, wait 'til he's a little older." Kakarotto whined.
"Hn, you're as bad as he is." Vejita mumbled, completely annoyed with all the whining.
"Well, can I?" Kabu questioned, looking up at Kakarotto with puppy-dog eyes.
"If Raditz doesn't mind."
Instantly, the puppy-dog eyes were turned on Raditz, "Please?"
"Sure, sure, I don't mind." Raditz said, chuckling.
"Yea!" Kabu exclaimed in celebration.
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Nappa stepped over to his room, watching as the young Kakarotto made sure the prince had everything he needed. Life on the red planet was good and for once he smiled, "Goodnight."
"Night." Both Kakarotto and Kabu said in unison, watching as he bulky bodyguard stepped into his room, leaving them out in the corridor.
Kakarotto watched as his son trotted across the hall to Raditz, "Night, Kabu-chan."
"Night." The young prince replied, a grin on his face as he and Raditz stepped into the bodyguard's room, closing the door behind him. Kakarotto smiled. Kabu had it so good, considering both he and Vejita had had bad childhoods.
He then stepped into the large room he shared with the king and his son, closing the door behind him, "I still worry about him."
"Hn, you always will." Vejita said, stepping out of the washroom, wearing only a towel.
"I guess." Kakarotto answered, reaching down to pull off his boots.
Vejita watched, amused as his mate undressed before him, removing his navy boots and wristbands first. Then, pulling off both his orange go and navy undershirt at once, exposing deliciously compact muscles. Kakarotto had insisted on wearing nothing but gis like the one the Namek had given him. Vejita didn't understand what was so special about the ridiculous color, but didn't much care what he wore, he looked good in everything.
Vejita chose that moment to intervene, approaching his mate and reaching forward to take hold of the knotted sash at the younger man's waist.
"Jita?" Kakarotto questioned, looking into his king's eyes to see both lust and love. It hadn't been that long since they'd made love, but Vejita was never satisfied. Grinning, Kakarotto watched his mate untie the sash impatiently, jerking at his pants.
The thin orange material fell, pooling around Kakarotto's feet as Vejita finally finished his task, placing his hands no pale, warm skin, letting his sensitive fingertips trace and retrace muscles he'd memorized long ago. Reaching up, he pulled his mate down into a searing kiss. In the process of keeping their lips locked and arms around one another as they moved to the bed, the small towel fell from the king's body.
Kakarotto stopped when he felt the edge of the bed at the backs of his knees, surprised when Vejita pulled back smirking.
With a single quick movement, the king gently pushed his mate back on the bed, slowly climbing on as well. He reveled in the look of seriousness in Kakarotto's eyes as he leaned over him, pressing their oh so warm bodies together.
Kakarotto moaned as heated flesh met heated flesh, "Nn… Jita…"
Smirking, the king lowered his lips to the scar on his mate's neck, his mark, ever so gently biting down, loving the taste of thick, hot blood and the way it caused the lithe body beneath him to arch, begging for more. Licking across the wound, he trailed his sloppy kisses and gentle nips down Kakarotto's sweaty body, dipping his tongue in the younger man's navel suggestively.
"This is my favorite part," Vejita said, lightly running his fingertips over smooth, warm skin as pale and beautiful as ivory, "Just under your bellybutton and just above…"
Kakarotto couldn't help but blush, "But my scar…"
Vejita traced the mark with his finger, "Beautiful."
Kakarotto slowly sat up, reaching forward and resting a hand on his love's cheek, urging him closer. Their lips met calmly, letting the passion build. He was surprised Vejita hadn't noticed the slight change in his body. He could feel a warmth growing within that same place deep inside.
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Vejita lay with his eyes closed, his mate cuddled up beside him, "Enjoying yourself?"
Kakarotto smiled. He had his head resting on his king's chest, watching his own movements as he slowly traced patterns on the compact, bronze chest, stopping to memorize and re-memorize ever tiny scar and battle wound.
"I think I'm gonna have another baby." He said quietly, simply.
Vejita opened his eyes, looking down at his mate, "Are you sure?" he asked, surprised his mate could tell.
"Hai, it's a feelin' I won't ever forget."
"Hn, how long?" Vejita asked, sitting up.
Kakarotto rested hi head in his king's lap, "Nn… Four more months," he said, not quite sure, "I think it's gonna be a girl."
Vejita smiled down at his mate, "You know, I just can't get enough of you."
Kakarotto smiled as well, resting a hand on his stomach. Everything was perfect. Before long, he was unable to keep his mind on any thought at all and he slipped into a peaceful sleep.
Vejita leaned over, kissing his mate chastely on the forehead, "I just can't get enough." He repeated, barely a whisper as he ever so slowly slouched back down into the covers, holding his love close. Before long, he too was slipping into the world of dreams, completely and totally happy.
Through everything… Rough childhoods, their difference in ranking, the fact that there were both male, Freeza's ruthlessness, near death, planetary revolt, and childbrith… Through everything they'd remained together, never standing down from one another's side. Their love was epic… Epic Saiyajin love.
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"The end," Raditz said, closing the book he held, "That's it… Time for bed." He said, amused as his young nephew whined, lazily stomping over to the large bed they were going to share for the night.
Finally, the young bodyguard had managed to get the prince to calm down and get in bed. Turning the lights off, he too climbed in bed, being sure to keep to his side.
"I don't like when tha story ends." Kabu mumbled sleepily, turning over a couple times before getting comfortable.
"It's just beginning." Raditz whispered, he too on the verge of sleep.
The entire palace was dark except for a few corridor lights and everything was quiet. Small talk was being held here and there between a few guards, but other than that, there was nothing but silence.
It was the same outside. The cool night air was fairly still, a gentle breeze now and then, and up in the sky, the stars shown brightly, promising everything. The story was just beginning. ****
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