A/N: This chapter is written with the song ‘Glory of Love’ by Peter Cetera (all disclaimers apply yada yada) so try to imagine the song in your head as you read this. ^_^



Rebels Chapter 16: Hero

Although Vegeta appeared outwardly emotionless, he was a raging turmoil of emotions on the inside. He could feel the leers the guards had thrown his way as they were escorted in, and his skin crawled in disgust. He stood there rigidly, keeping his head bowed like a docile slave as Zarbon made a flowery introduction and a fawning speech.

To keep his mind off the upcoming ordeal and to alleviate his feeling of humiliation, he thought about his mate. Years of memories passed in a matter of seconds, slowing down as he recalled the past few years when they had finally discovered each other. Hate had changed gradually to acceptance and love, harsh words to tender murmurs. Kuso! He missed Kakarotto so much, he could almost smell him! His nerves tingled, and it was as if his mate was in the very same room.

Tonight it’s very clear
As we’re both standing here
There’s so many things I want to say
I will always love you
I will never leave you alone

Vegeta could just make out the amused glint in the ice-jin’s crimson orbs as he leaned forward in his throne and gave the command for the performance to begin. Zarbon moved quietly to stand in the shadows as a sultry beat started. Taking a deep breath, he looked up with a sexy smirk on his face as his lithe body started to sway liquidly to the beat. He imagined it was Kakarotto he was dancing for, and in actuality, he was only doing it for Kakarotto. He might have never spoken those actual words of love, but he would show it in his actions.

Sometimes I just forget
Say things I might regret
It breaks my heart to see you crying
I don’t want to lose you
I could never make it alone

The sexy prince spun and undulated gracefully to the pounding music, his lushly furred tail trailing his every move like an afterimage. The spotlights shifted erratically to the music, occasionally throwing the lithe figure in momentary darkness as he slid between the circles of light. Mercurial glints could be seen at time from the matte silver bands, suddenly drawing attention to the delicate arch of his neck or washboard abdomen. As he twisted around again, the shiny and matte buckle encircling the base of his tail glinted brightly, abruptly highlighting the taut ass cheeks below it. The sheen from the light oil on satiny skin caught the shadows among chiseled muscles that rippled enticingly as he moved.

Elegant fingers trailed seductively up gleaming muscled thighs and lingered along narrow hips. Lean fingers splayed out and caressed a tight ass, playing lightly over the deep cleft in his flanks as the dark prince twisted his body to the side, a come hither smirk playing at his lips, and his russet tail curling invitingly.


Vegeta was glad that the rest of the room was dark – he did not wish to see the leering eyes. He already felt totally humiliated at having to do this in front of the ice-jin. As he continued to twist liquidly, he imagined it was Kakarotto he was dancing for. He gave the sexiest smirk in his arsenal as he rolled and ground his hips, his fingers smoothing over his flanks. Want this? C’mere…


He spun away, flipping his head back with abandon as his hands continued their skillful ministrations up his sides before lingering at his chest. The lean, strong hands crossed over his pectorals, stopping briefly to toy with his nipples before moving to caress his shoulders and then his neck.

Arching backwards into a series of liquid flips that ended in a sensual roll, the prince spread his lean legs into a deep spilt before stretching out almost lazily. Rolling over onto his hands and knees, the lithe Saiyan arched up erotically, his fluffed tail waving sinuously. Flexing his body, he brought his legs up into a handstand, then a spilt before arching his back to curve one leg back down until he was upright again. A reddish brown furry length played enticing along his flank, curling around his thigh and swishing gently against his tight ass all the while.

Goku was watching wide-eyed; this dance was even more sensual, if possible than the one he had seen Vegeta perform that night at the club some years back. He had never been able to get Vegeta to dance like that again though, the gruff prince shrugging that performance off as a lapse in his judgment due to his inebriation. He felt a hot wave of jealousy; yet Vegeta was willing to dance like that now? Stifling a groan, he brought his hand down to rub his burgeoning erection, hoping to ease his discomfort, but the friction only served to excite him further.

As the music sped up, the lithe dancer’s movements became wilder and more exaggerated. He was practically whipping through the air now, spinning like a top and executing perfect flips. Many fighters rely on a little burst of ki to help them through aerial leaps and maneuvers, but the athletic prince showed no such dependence. His tail slashed through the air in counterpoint, providing a counterbalance. Vegeta landed noiselessly and went into a series of fast rolls and splits on the floor, stretching impossibly. A thick furry coil slapped tight cheeks whenever they reared up enticingly and raised faint reddish marks.


The prince’s movements became more languid as the music slowed down, and he uncoiled gracefully from the floor. Vegeta spun slowly to a stop, his tail coming to rest around his waist again, as the music faded. He resisted the urge to cross his arms in his familiar habit but kept his arms hanging loosely by his side and his head bowed submissively.

A slow clapping started, and the ice-jin started to walk towards the still figure. “Wonderful! You have not exaggerated the talents of your dancer!” He stalked slowly around the slight Saiyan, leering openly. “I look forward to enjoying more of his talents later… Come!” The ice-jin turned towards his quarters.

Vegeta followed the ice-jin into the saurian’s lavishly decorated bedroom. Though he could not see Kakarotto anywhere, his mate’s scent hung heavily in the air, along with the musky scent of sex, the sour stench of fear and the metallic tang of blood. His lips curled in rage, and he had to fight down the growl that was threatening to break forth from his chest. Stay calm… at least until I’ve found Kakarotto… His fingers clenched in eager anticipation of what he would do to the ice-jin then.

“Stay here until I call for you.” Coolant tapped the entry code to his pet’s room. Hm, it might be amusing to see the two Saiyans perform together later… But for now, the Saiyan dancer’s sizzling performance had left him with a ‘hard’ problem and since he was under contract not to damage the dancer…too much… He now has a need for his pet.

Vegeta could barely control his gasp as he stepped into the small room. Kakarotto’s scent hung the heaviest here, and there was no scent of sex, which meant this must have been the room Kakarotto was kept in! He barely heard the heavy metal door hiss shut behind him as he walked dazedly towards the bed. Picking up a soft pillow, he inhaled deeply. Yes, his mate had slept here… His sweet spicy scent was everywhere. Vegeta smiled for the first time in weeks since his mate was taken; the plan was working better than he expected. When Kakarotto was brought back here, he would break the both of them out. He sat down on the bed to wait.

Minutes went by, agonizingly slowly as Vegeta tried to calm his nerves with a meditative technique. Suddenly, he heard a soft muffled shriek through the thick door. His eyes shot open with fury as he recognized the voice, and with a howl, he powered up rapidly with a speed that he had never achieved before. His hair exploded back into his trademark flame as his eyes blazed teal.

Vegeta shot his hand forward and blasted the thick door outwards. The scene in the ice-jin’s personal bedroom horrified and enraged him. The tall saurian was raping his mate!

Lunging at the startled ice-jin, Vegeta delivered a ringing roundhouse kick that sent the saurian crashing into the wall.


His primal howl continued to tear from his throat as he rapidly ascended through the super saiyan levels until with a final burst of his golden aura, the furious prince stood in the middle of the room, his red fur rippling with barely contained power that emanated from him. The delicate leather straps that crossed his chest had been shredded away during the transformations.

I am a man who would fight for your honor
I’ll be the hero you’re dreaming of
We’ll live forever knowing together
That we did it all for the glory of love

After sparing a quick glance at Kakarotto who lay curled up, he strode furiously to ice-jin, who had now quickly recovered and was crouched in a defensive stance. Vegeta spared no mercy as he slammed blow after blow into the ice-jin who could not muster any defense, cursing fluidly all the while.


He looked down on Coolant who lay in a broken bloody heap on the expensive cream carpets with vengeful, cold eyes. Death would be too quick and merciful. Instead, he proceeded to meticulously shatter every bone in the screaming saurian’s body, working from feet up. He placed a hand on the body part, simultaneously squeezing and directing a small controlled burst of ki, which rippled through the flesh, tearing tendons and shattering the bone. What made it all the more terrifying was the flat running commentary as Vegeta noted detachedly which bone he was breaking, and what he would do next.

Terrified crimson eyes met icy onyx eyes for a moment after the Saiyan had broken his femur. Vegeta smirked cruelly as he lifted his hand and blasted the ice-jin between his legs. “And that is for raping MY mate.”

It was quite an ironical twist of fate actually. Kakarotto had killed Freiza, the ice-jin who tormented him for a large portion of his life, a fact that angered the proud prince at first because he believed that revenge was his to execute. Now he was exacting similar revenge for his mate.

Vegeta looked down at the shrieking heap at his feet, frowning. As much as he would have loved to really prolong the ice-jin’s demise, his first priority was Kakarotto. Otherwise, the prince would have been capable of inflicting exquisite pain for hours without killing, especially with the precise use of pressure points. Sighing almost regretfully, Vegeta placed a booted foot on the slobbering ice-jin’s head and reached down to grab the thick tail firmly. With a hard yank, he pulled the spine and flung the bloody bony column to the floor. The ice-jin gave a last burbling shriek before convulsing.

Vegeta ran over to Kakarotto, who lay curled in a fetal bundle quietly sobbing. Quickly, he wiped most of the blood from his hands and body before reaching over to embrace his mate. The broken Saiyan stiffened for a while before abruptly turning to clutch desperately at the ouji. With a snarl, Vegeta tore the ki collar off, and their bond flared up. Trembling and vacillating between concern and fury, Vegeta embraced his mate fiercely, murmuring soothing sounds as he tried to reassure Kakarotto through their bond. He could feel Kakarotto’s tangled and raw emotions, and it brought hot tears to his eyes.

You keep me standing tall
You help me through it all
I’m always strong when you’re beside me
I have always needed you
I could never make it alone

“Kakarotto? Sshh… I’m here… Everything’s going to be fine.” Vegeta tried to sound confident and comforting but the state of his mate worried him greatly. Ever since he had met Kakarotto, the tall, strong warrior was always confident and cheery. However, his larger mate now seemed especially broken and vulnerable in his arms. Kakarotto had lost some weight during his ordeal, and his hair and tail hung limply. What really distressed him was that though their link was now wide open, he sensed that the previously open Saiyan was now hiding from him. He wasn’t very good at that though, and hints of shame and feelings of helplessness leaked through the mental barriers. 


This is not the place for this. Frowning, he concentrated.

The pair reappeared in the control room of their ship ‘Hope’. Zarbon was already there, and as soon as he saw them, he started the take-off sequence. As the ship took off, Vegeta laid Kakarotto on the floor tenderly.


“Hold on.” Vegeta gave Zarbon a meaningful look, and Zarbon nodded in understanding.


The ship hovered, just within the stratosphere as Vegeta appeared outside. Still in his level 4 mode and scowling, he started to gather his ki and brought his glowing hands together. The ki ball that formed in his cupped hands was only the size of basketball, but the tremendous energy contained within was extremely focused. Finally, Vegeta released the blinding white sphere of crackling ki before he disappeared back in his ship. The ki ball flew downwards at a moderate speed, giving the small ship enough time to get clear out of the detonation range when the planet exploded.


Vegeta carefully carried his larger mate to their bathroom and stripped off their clothing. With the space and water constraints, a shower on board the ship was the only efficient choice. He regretted the lack of a bathtub now. All the while, Kakarotto clung to him tightly, as if afraid that Vegeta might be suddenly taken away.


Slowly, they started to wash each other, starting with their hair. Kakarotto cracked his first smile when he noticed the red dye coming off and staining the white foam as he worked his fingers through Vegeta’s now limp locks. They kept silent, content to bask in the cozy moment after the ordeal and just enjoy the feeling to being reunited again. After rinsing off the shampoo, their hands roamed slowly and intimately over the other’s body, re-discovering contours and memories.


Kakarotto stiffened as Vegeta’s right palm started to move towards his left hip and immediately, Vegeta stopped, worried. “What’s wrong koi?”


The taller Saiyan started to cry upon hearing that term of affection, something Vegeta rarely used. “Nuthin’…” He pushed the smaller palm away, hoping to wash that region himself.


“Kakarotto…” Firmly, Vegeta pushed the hand away to see what he was trying to hide.


Kakarotto closed his eyes in shame and waited for Vegeta’s disgusted reaction. To his surprise, he felt Vegeta caressing the scar tenderly.


“Koi, look at me. I’m not disgusted at you.”


Kakarotto opened his eyes slowly but kept his gaze down. “How can you stand it? To know that your mate was branded?”


Vegeta gave a reassuring smile as he raised his fingers to tilt his mate’s chin up. “Because I know how you feel.”


“How do you know?” The question came out a little sullenly. “You were not branded.”


“I was…” The proud prince sighed. It was an aspect of his past that he was reluctant to reveal.


His startled mate looked him in the eye. “But you have no scar!”


“I had… I managed to remove it.”


“How?” Eager hope lifted the brawny Saiyan’s voice.


“I’ll show you tomorrow.” Vegeta rubbed the hated scar reassuringly as he leaned forward to kiss his mate.

Just like a knight in shining armor
From a long time ago
Just in time I will save the day
Take you to my castle far away


“’Geta?” A head lifted drowsily from the bundle of blankets where the two lay entwined. They had lain in bed quietly after their bath, content to just cuddle each other. Vegeta would have liked to do more, but he knew that he could not push his mate now.


Hearing a mumble from his sleepy mate, Kakarotto continued softly. “Aishiteru.” After a while, he had almost drifted back to sleep when he heard a muffled reply from Vegeta. “Nani?”


When Vegeta gave a louder mumble, Kakarotto asked again insistently. The gruff ouji flushed but twisted his head slightly towards his mate.


“I said Aishiteru, dammit!”



Onto Chapter 17


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A/N: I do believe that’s the first time Vegeta has said ‘Aishiteru’ to his mate and he unfortunately couples it with a swear word! *LOL*


This is the first time I tried to work a song into a fic! I hope the words fit. I’m not really into pop songs – I’m more a New Age/Celtic/Jazz fan, but when I heard this song, it seemed to convey Vegeta’s POV perfectly.


Special thanks to Dark Fate for beta-ing this chapter!

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