Kakarotto awoke, eyes wide. Emotions were still surging through him. What had happened? Then, a strong, muscular arm suddenly coiled around him from behind, and an undeniably masculine body snuggled warmly against his back. Vejita. Slowly, Kakarotto lifted a hand to his chest and slid it up to his neck, where he found an aching wound, Vejita’s mark. He was Vejita’s. He belonged to Vejita.
Kakarotto repeated the phrases several more times before he drifted back into a peaceful sleep, regardless that it was several hours past noon.
****
"It’s good to be back, even if it is to Freeza’s ship." Raditz muttered as he and Nappa sauntered towards their quarters. Upon entering the large common room, the two bodyguards were surprised to find that the air was filled with the thick, heavy scent of sex. They looked to one another and grinned, guessing that the prince had finally given into one of the many women warriors that constantly flirted with him. As if reading one another’s minds, they guessed that Kakarotto must be in either the mess hall, finishing up dinner, or in the training hall, getting one last workout before bedtime.
They were both surprised to find the boy in neither place. Shrugging it off, the two warriors stepped out into the training hall, prepared to do a little sparring.
"Nappa, Saiyajin Elite!" A small, wormy looking alien announced in a voice far too deep for the look of him. Both bodyguards turned to face the low-class messenger, nodding slightly, letting the frog face know to continue.
"We’ve been buzzing the room all day… Lord Freeza insists a meeting with Kakarotto, Saiyajin Elite." Bowing slightly, the teal skinned creature scampered away.
"Guess we should head back to our quarters. He should be there by now." Raditz suggested, eyeing the large digital clock that hung high on the wall of the training hall.
Nappa nodded and the two made their way back. As they entered the room they could hear the buzzing of the intercom.
"Yes?" Nappa questioned, as he hurriedly leaned over the device, pressing its button, and becoming even more surprised than ever at the voice he heard answer him.
"Where is the boy?" Freeza demanded more than question.
"We’ve been searching for him for some time now, my Lord. We’ve just found him; he was sleeping. We’re getting him ready as we speak. Shall I send him to your quarters?" Nappa explained shakily.
"That’ll do." Freeza replied, cutting off the communication link.
"Shit. Now we have to find him." Raditz muttered, unhappy with his friend’s lie.
"Well, we might as well wake Prince Vejita. He’s the only one who will know where the brat is."
"He’s going to be pissed."
"Come on. Let’s get it over with." Nappa said through a sigh as the two of them approached the closed door. They could smell the strong scent of sex on the other side and knew well that the prince was going to be as mad as a hornet to be disturbed.
****
Vejita yawned deeply, opening his eyes to the dim light of their bedroom. He looked down to see that Kakarotto was snuggled warmly against him, the boy’s cheek pressed to his bare chest. The prince tightened his arms around the younger Saiyajin and let the boy’s raven locks tickle his chin. Suddenly the door slid open and bright light poured into the room. Vejita could feel Kakarotto squirm slightly and was surprised to see Nappa and Raditz’s faces come into view.
"What the fuck?" Raditz mumbled, more than shocked. He was feeling a tad bit angry and disgusted. This wasn’t normal, and this was his little brother.
"Prince Vejita." Nappa greeted with a quick and friendly bow. He held his composure much better than the younger bodyguard. He knew the prince would have his head for any rude comments, but it was quite a shock to find the two in bed together in such a way. It was obviously intimate, and the scent in the air continued to remind him of that. He stood silent watching as the rush of anger and embarrassment calmed in his prince. Then, Kakarotto began to nuzzle the prince’s chest, a gentle purr filling the silence. Nappa was surprised to see Vejita look lovingly, lovingly , down at the boy as he awoke. A flush filled the boy’s cheeks as he grinned, embarrassed.
"Hiya, Nappa… Raditz." Kakarotto mumbled as he slowly sat up.
"What is it, Nappa?" Vejita questioned, sitting up as well.
"Kakarotto was requested to report to Freeza’s quarters some time ago. It’s urgent that he get there as soon as possible." Nappa said quickly, adding to the importance of the limited amount of time there was.
Kakarotto quickly stood, unashamed of his nudity as he hurried to get dressed. Soon, he was rushing out the door but turned to say goodbye before he left. For some reason he had a strange feeling.
"Be careful, Chibi." Vejita called, watching as his mate disappeared behind the door. The prince pulled a blanket up around himself and trudged into the common room.
"Shit. This worries me. I have a bad feeling." Vejita said as he sat on the couch Indian-style.
"My prince, there must be some explanation…" Nappa began, purposely not finishing the thought.
"Really, this is crazy. Are you using my brother?" Raditz said in a kind of quiet rage.
Vejita knew better than to take it to offense. It was in fact the low-watt-warrior's little brother he’d chosen for a mate.
"What do you think, Nappa?" Vejita questioned, knowing that the bulky warrior was wittier than he let on.
"It seems, from the wound on the boy’s neck, that you’ve chosen him." Nappa said honestly.
Vejita smiled inwardly. He was right; Nappa had brains after all. Too bad he couldn’t say the same for Raditz, who looked to be utterly confused.
"Chosen him for what?" Raditz asked, looking from Nappa to the prince and then back again.
"Yes, Nappa, I have chosen Kakarotto as my mate." Vejita answered, remembering last night’s bliss as he ran a hand up his neck. His wound had already healed, and he knew that there was no trace that he’d been marked externally. That was what happened to the dominant. There was, however, a severe mental link between he and the boy that would only grow stronger with time. Kakarotto’s mark would not disappear though. It would slowly heal into scar that would never fade, letting all know that he was property of another, and this is what upset Raditz.
"Mate? No way… You’re both male. It doesn’t work between two males." Raditz denied, shaking his head as if it would help.
"Nonsense. A bond can be formed between any two beings." Vejita scoffed. A moment later, Raditz stood and went into his room, needing to be alone to figure things out. Vejita looked up at Nappa who, for some reason, was smiling. Vejita gave him a puzzled look and waited patiently for the bulky warrior to speak.
"I should have known this was going to happen from the very first day I saw the two of you together. I believe it was your destiny." Nappa said, sitting back and sighing. He saw a glint of emotion pass over his prince’s eyes, but it was gone all too soon. It wasn’t often the prince shared his feelings since he was so good at shielding them. That’s why it amazed the bodyguard so much that the innocent boy was able to crack that shield. Perhaps it would be a good match, although, not many accepted the idea of homosexual relationships. Surely that didn’t matter to either the prince or the boy though.
Vejita nodded lightly to let Nappa know that he had heard him, and with a simple "hn" he let his bodyguard know he agreed. Still he had a bad feeling. Something wasn’t right.
****
Kakarotto smiled widely as he made his way towards Freeza’s quarters. He had no idea why the powerful king wanted him at such a late hour, and frankly, he was too happy to care. There was bounce in his step as he ran a hand up his neck to the wound that remained there.
His joyous grin left his face as he saw the two warriors making their way towards him. It was Zarbon and Dodoria. As they came closer, he stopped before them.
"I have to meet with Lord Freeza." He said honestly, letting the two men know that he didn’t have time to stop and "chat." When they didn’t answer, Kakarotto decided to just walk past them.
Zarbon grabbed the young Saiyajin’s arm as he tried to pass and threw him into Dodoria.
"Lord Freeza’s been waiting for you. You’re late." The pink blob said, trying for a snarl but only managing to worsen the amount of saliva that dripped from his lips.
"I was asleep. I’m on my way there now." Kakarotto argued, tensing at the firm grip he was being held at, but his protests did nothing to persuade the two to let him go. He was lead through the dull corridors until they came to the entrance of Freeza’s chambers. The large door slid open and he was unceremoniously thrown in. The door was quickly shut behind him, Freeza’s two henchmen left out in the corridor.
As Kakarotto was picking himself up off the floor, he heard a dry laugh.
"Hello, my young Saiyajin."
The boy snapped his head towards the far end of the room. Near a large window, viewing the beauties of space stood Freeza, swirling wine in a glass. The tyrant took a sip of the beverage and smiled, turning to face the young Saiyajin.
"You’re very late, Kakarotto."
Kakarotto remained silent, knowing better than to speak unless told to do so. Freeza finished off his wine and stepped forward, setting the glass down on a nearby table.
"Tell me, Kakarotto. What am I going to do with you?"
"I don't know, Sire." Kakarotto answered honestly. Freeza approached with a thoughtful look on his face.
"Hn." The tyrant muttered, circling around the boy as if inspecting something he was about to purchase.
"How old are you, boy?" the white alien questioned, noticing that the boy held his tail in a hovering manner behind him rather than wrapping it around his waist like all the other Saiyajin did.
"Sixteen, Lord Freeza."
"Hmm… Interesting." Freeza said, not really thinking about the boy’s answer as much as he was the wound on the boy’s neck. It was obvious that he’d just been taken as a mate, but to whom? The young Saiyajin was one of the strongest he’d ever seen, who could possibly dominate him?
"I won’t be late again." Kakarotto said finally, feeling increasingly unnerved by Freeza’s behavior.
"I have no doubt of that." Freeza said, chuckling as he cracked a smile. Vejita must have been the one to mark the boy. It made perfect sense. They were always together, and the boy seemed to worship the prince. Although Freeza’s alien skin was white, with the heat of anger he felt, he was certain that the blood rushing to his head was causing his face to glow a bright shade of red. How dare Vejita take the boy as his mate without his consent! Right when he was planning to take the boy as his pet, too! Freeza knew well that the bond of a Saiyajin was said to be unbreakable. He smirked. Soon enough he would see if that were true.
Suddenly sensing danger, Kakarotto stepped back and took a fighting stance. Freeza moved faster than his eyes could track though, and suddenly, white-hot pain raced through his entire body. It took him a moment to realize that the tyrant was squeezing his tail with a crushing force. He let out a piercing scream and fell to his knees as he felt his bones grind together. Scalding tears came to his eyes as he tried to ride out the waves of pain.
Just then, the grip on his tail loosened and he fell forward, bracing himself with his arms. For a moment all he could do was focus on breathing as the pain faded away. Surprisingly, a hand began caressing the back of his neck and he cringed.
"You didn't like that, did you, monkey? I have always been told of the sensitivity of Saiyajin tails but never had the opportunity to see it for myself."
Before Kakarotto had a chance to respond, Freeza squeezed his tail again, tearing another scream from the young Saiyajin's throat. The pain weakened the boy and he collapsed on the ground, writhing in pain with hot tears burning his cheeks.
"No, you don't like that at all." Freeza said, chuckling.
As the pain continued to course through him, Kakarotto was dimly aware of ripping cloth. In the back of his mind he was reminded of a nightmare, but he soon forgot when he felt a strange weight against him, pressing from behind, and dry lips on his ear.
"Now scream for me, boy."
As excruciating pain forced roughly into his body, Kakarotto did just that.
