Hallow Moon

 

A/N: # denotes announcer’s voice.

(25/10/2002)

 

Chapter 2

 

Vegeta smirked as he sauntered back to the row of benches that ringed the arena. He had easily won his last match and was now in the finals. Despite the sweat that soaked his tight-fitting navy gi, he still looked quite fresh. A few small scrapes and abrasions marred the bronzed flesh on his bare arms, but otherwise, he was uninjured.

 

Kakarrot was up next, against an unknown fighter called Tien. It was the last semi-final match for their category; if Kakarrot won, he would meet Vegeta in the finals.

 

“See you in the finals, koi.” Kakarrot flashed a confident grin as he stood up, tugging at his orange and blue gi. He had won all of his previous matches easily.

 

Vegeta laughed as he wiped his face with a towel. “Don’t be too sure… I caught a look at your next opponent and he looks like he could give you a good fight.”

 

“How dare you check out other guys!” Kakarrot mock-growled as he grabbed the smaller prince in a bear-hug, nipping possessively at an ear lobe.

 

“Jealous?” Vegeta squirmed laughingly, a grin on his face. He wrapped his arms around the well-built teen. “You know you’re the one for me.”

 

“I had better be!” Kakarrot turned his head. “Ach, there’s the call for my match.” Reluctantly, he released his arms. “See you later, koi.”

 

“Hai.”

 

Kakarrot studied his opponent warily as they waited for the match to begin. Tien was as tall as him, though not as built. Still, compared to most of the other teens who had entered the Tournament, he looked to be one of the most competent fighters around. Dressed in a green gi, the most striking thing about him was the fact that he’s totally bald. Goku squinted closer; and what was that odd crease in the middle of his forehead?

 

“Are you Prince Vegeta’s mate?” Tien spoke up suddenly.

 

Kakarrot blinked in surprise. “Hai. Why do you ask?”

 

The bald teen gave a smile as his eyes flickered to the slim figure who was watching from the sidelines. “Just being friendly.”

 

For some inexplicable reason, Kakarrot found himself irritated at that smile. He frowned slightly. Strange, he’s usually an easy-going guy but somehow, he’s taken an instant dislike to the baldie, as he had termed the other teen. Hn, maybe it’s because he’s checking out Vegeta. The black-haired teen gave a sudden low growl. “Hai, he’s my mate.”

 

Cool eyes flickered back to the unmarked skin on his neck. “Not yet.”

 

“We will be.” Kakarrot grew angrier. Was that bastard challenging him? “Tonight.” He placed careful emphasis on the last word.

 

Tien did not say anything, but he gave an enigmatic smile. Kakarrot cracked his knuckles; suddenly, he could not wait for the match to begin.

 

# Start! #

 

The words had barely left the referee’s lips when the ebon-haired teen flew at the other. Fists and feet flew fast and furious, and the spectators were more than a little stunned by the ferocity of the fight.

 

# The two teens lost no time in hurtling at each other, and the defending champion Kakarrot is holding nothing back! But Tien is putting up a very good fight! Both seem evenly matched; will we see an upset in this round? #

 

Vegeta smirked slightly as he took in the fight. Baka announcer. He doesn’t know anything. Tien was good, very good. The two fighters initially do seem evenly matched, but already Tien was being pushed back on the defensive. He knew as well that Kakarrot had an ace up his sleeve. Crossing his arms, he leaned back against the wall behind him. It should be a quick match and he did not want to sit down lest his muscles cool down and stiffen. In the background, the commentator went on and on about the match.

 

Kakarrot lashed out a leg square in the bald teen’s chest, sending him flying back. But at the last second, Tien twisted in mid-air and managed to land right in a clumsy crouch at the edge of the arena. He glared back at the smirking fighter in orange and navy, and then smiled coldly.

 

# An excellent hit! But Tien had managed to catch himself in the nick of time! #

 

Kakarrot watched curiously as the green-clad teen concentrated, panting slightly as he tried to catch his breath. He could push the other off the tiled arena now with a well-placed ki blast, but that would be dishonorable and besides, he was curious as to what techniques the other fighter had. As much as he disliked Tien, he had to admit that the mysterious teen was a good fighter.

 

# What is Tien up to now? #

 

To his utter surprise, instead of powering up, the other teen’s ki seemed to be… splitting? Kakarrot blinked. Was he seeing double? He blinked again… Did the figures split further? Before he could react, the 3 figures flew at him. Caught off-guard, the black-haired teen could barely defend himself.

 

Vegeta frowned. Shit, this wasn’t looking too good. Tien’s technique was very impressive. Individually, each split figure wasn’t as strong as the original; however, there are now a lot more lashing limbs to avoid. “Oi! Kakarrot! What the hell are you doing? Power up, you baka!”

 

Kakarrot stumbled again as another fist clipped him on the jaw and then a blow to his back sent him crashing to his knees. His head still ringing, he pushed down with his ki, sending himself flying up into the air. Blindly, he just continued flying straight up; he needed some time to catch his breath and to power up.

 

His power rose as rapidly as his altitude. Suddenly, the glowing figure made an abrupt turn in mid-air and headed back down to the arena floor. The orange glow surrounding him expanded and intensified, becoming brighter and lighter until his ki suddenly exploded in a quantum leap and the teenager burst into golden flames.

 

# Oh my kami! Kakarrot has achieved the level of the Super Saiyan-jin; very few warriors have achieved this legendary state, and certainly not at such a young age! #

 

The crowd erupted into pandemonium, and Vegeta gave a proud smirk.

 

One of the Tiens barely managed to jump aside as Kakarrot drove a fist down into the arena floor, cracking the tiles, but a low spinning sweep sent him crashing to the ground. The golden fighter snarled and grabbing hold of one ankle, still in a crouch, picked up the fallen teen and swung him directly into one of the other split figures.

 

Instead of a collision though, the two figures merely coalesced into one. Kakarrot grinned wolfishly at the slightly panicked look on the bald fighter’s face and leapt towards the other. The match was already in his bag. More than that, he was enjoying himself… the power rush that came with the transformation was unbelievable. His expression became positively feral.

 

# Kakarrot is certainly giving Tien a pummeling! Tien is no match for the power of a Super Saiyan-jin! Two of the figures have been forced back into.. Wait! A most excellent throw! #

 

Kakarrot smirked at the one figure that now swayed unsteadily as he favored one leg. With a low growl, he slid back on one leg and readied a ki-blast. The green-clad teen gritted his teeth and crouched, with his arms held up in front of him in a X-block but…

 

# And we have a winnah!! Kakarrot makes it to the finals! #

 

Kakarrot relaxed his ascended form with a satisfied sigh and leapt down agilely from the raised fighting arena, raking a hand through his now black locks. He flashed a grin at Vegeta, who was walking to him with a proud smirk of his own. “Told ya I’ll see you in the finals.”

 

“And I told you Tien could give you a good fight.” The prince chucked. “It was a very good fight. C’mon, I think we had better haul him to the medics to check him over.”

 

Kakarrot frowned slightly as he followed Vegeta towards the other side of the arena, somehow feeling a little jealous of the attention his slender mate was giving the baldie. “Tien can take care of himself.”

 

# And now, there will be a short break before the under-21Tournament finals between Kakarrot and Prince Vegeta, as the finals for the sword-fighting category will be decided. Next up will be the semi-final match between Goten and Yamcha! #

 

“Hai, but it is only courtesy. Tien was a worthy opponent, one of the very few fighters here who can actually put up a decent fight.” Vegeta grinned down as he offered a hand to pull the dazed fighter up. “You were very good, Tien. Your fission technique was especially interesting.”

 

Tien gave a wobbly bow, smiling. “My thanks, Prince Vegeta.”

 

“Do you need help in getting to the medic tent?”

 

Kakarrot’s frown deepened as the green-clad fighter did not release Vegeta’s hand. Gruffly, he broke in and pulled his mate away. “I’ll show Tien to the medic tent. Why don’t you go and watch the next match with Trunks?”

 

Vegeta turned to look over to where his younger brother was seated with a sly grin. “Why, I think I will… Hurry back, Kakarrot.”

 

Both tall fighters watched the prince as he walked over to the benches, his auburn tail swinging alluringly over the navy-clad bum. Vegeta was compact and well proportioned, curvy muscles shown off well by the snug navy gi. More than that though, the lithe royal moved with an innate feline sensuality and confident air. Kakarrot noticed the other looking as well and leaned over with a low growl. “Vegeta’s taken.”

 

“So you keep telling me.” Tien only gave him a cool smile as he dusted off the front of his green gi. “I think I can make it to the medic tent myself. Hurry back to Vegeta, Kakarrot.” The last sentence was mocking.

 

Kakarrot watched the bald-headed teen saunter off with a scowl on his face for a moment, and then turned to stomp back to where the princes were seated. ‘Bastard. I know he had his eye on Vegeta.’

 

Vegeta was ribbing Trunks again about Goten when he got there. It was obvious to the two older teens that Trunks had a serious crush on Goten. Kakarrot slid onto the bench beside Vegeta, his arm sliding around the slim waist in a clear display of possession as he listened to the two brothers arguing again. Well, sort of arguing. Trunks was too embarrassed to make his usual witty comebacks.

 

“Just tell him you like him, brat.”

 

“I do not!” Trunks kept his eyes on the match, hoping his brother would leave him alone.

 

“You keep staring at him…”

 

“I am not!” The younger prince’s head snapped around to level a glare at the smirking figure beside him.

 

Vegeta grinned at his brother’s slightly reddened cheeks. “You’re blushing.”

 

“I am not!”

 

“It’s so obvious.” Kakarrot leaned over with a grin, moving his arms up to drape over Vegeta’s shoulders and nodded as well.

 

“It is not!” Trunks flushed further.

 

“You’ve got it bad. You’re losing your edge.” Vegeta shook his head and continued with a semi-serious tone. “Look, I can tell that Goten likes you too. Just ask him out or something; you don’t have to declare your undying love for him yet.”

 

“I..” The flush on the lavender-haired teen’s face had spread up to his ears as well.

 

“Yeah, Trunks.” Kakarrot smiled. “Do you need any help? Any ideas?”

 

“…Ididthinkingofaskinghimtonight…” Trunks dropped his head into his palms. ‘Kami! I can’t believe I said that! And in front of my baka brother too!’

 

The two black-haired teens leaned forward, grinning widely. “What’s that?” “Spit it out, brat.” 

 

“…”

 

“Did you say you were thinking of fucking him senseless tonight?” Vegeta smirked. Keen Saiyan hearing had no problem making out the muffled sentence, but he wanted to tease his brother further.

 

“No! I only said I’m thinking of asking him of asking him tonight if…” Trunks clapped a hand in front of his mouth and groaned. ‘Shiiiiiiit!’

 

Their grins were nearly splitting their faces by now.

 

“Ah hah! So you do admit!”

 

“Way to go, Trunks!”

 

“You need a room?”

 

“What are you going to say?”

 

“Astroglide™ is good.”

 

Trunks buried his head in his hands with a low moan.

 

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A pair of cold eyes watched the trio, his attention focused on the slim figure in the middle.

 

‘Beautiful. And tonight, you will be mine, little ouji.’

 

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Kakarrot leapt down from the arena dais, a grin on his face as he extended a hand to help the prince up. “A very, very good match, koi.”

 

# And Kakarrot retains his Under-21 championship title yet again!! #

 

Vegeta frowned as he allowed himself to be pulled to his feet, blinking slightly to clear his head. “Hn.”  The roar of the crowd in the background was deafening and giving him a headache. He was displeased with losing, even though he knew that he would. The prince smirked; at least Kakarrot had to turn Super Saiyan in order to win.

 

Kakarrot looped an arm and tail around the prince’s waist as they walked back to the lockers. Well-wishers and general busybodies rushed forward to congratulate the Tournament Champion, but the brawny teen shook his head firmly, pulling his dazed mate protectively into the quiet sanctuary of the competitors’ locker rooms. The stout doors were coded only to the competitors’ irises, and gave the athletes privacy and security.

 

Many of the other competitors, especially if they had been knocked out in the earlier rounds, had already showered and changed. Some had left early and those who remained behind hung around the outer rooms where the lockers and changing rooms were, chatting excitedly. The general mood was jovial and upbeat, especially with the prospect of a lavish Hallow Moon Dinner to look forward to in the evening. Good fights, great food and the promise of a hot night… What more can a Saiyan ask for?

 

 “I’ve to get back to the castle early; my parents want to see me about some details for the Dinner.” Vegeta scowled as he retrieved his backpack from his locker. “I hate formal affairs… I’ll take a quick shower in my room and see you in at 6, at the entrance to the Ballroom.”

 

“Hai.” Kakarrot stood behind the shorter prince, one hand resting casually on the locker door. When Vegeta turned around, he grinned lasciviously, his other arm coming up to trap the royal as he leaned in for a kiss. He pressed the smaller figure back against the locker as he deepened the kiss, loving the way his slender mate felt against his front and smirking at the little sounds of half-hearted protests.

 

“Get a room, you horny dicks!”

 

“No, you two can do it here!”

 

“Whose turn is it this time?”

 

Catcalls and raucous laughter filled the locker room, which were of course ignored. Their peers were used to such displays. Blood and testosterone were running high and many of them were thinking hard of their own mates too. Not only were the fights physically stimulating, but the full moon that night also had the Saiyan populace in an excited mood.

 

“Mmmm… I can’t wait for tonight.” Kakarrot purred, giving a slow lick along the prince’s neck and enjoying the salty taste and musky scent. Kami, Vegeta was just so sexy… His purr deepened as he ground his hips against the royal’s. 

 

Vegeta pushed his lusty mate away firmly and twisted out breathlessly, a faint blush on his cheeks. “I had better get going.”

 

“Awww, you don’t have to stop on our account!”

 

“Is that all?”  

 

“Yeah, don’t mind us… We’re all hentais here!”

 

“What? No more action?”

 

Both sable-haired teens good-naturedly flicked the entire locker room off, amidst loud laugher.

 

“Later, koi.” Kakarrot flashed an anticipatory, feral grin as he watched his mate walk out, before grabbing his own stuff and turning to head towards the inner rooms where the showers were.

 

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The ebon-haired teen whistled cheerfully as he strode out from the showers, toweling his hair briskly. Suddenly, his eyes fell upon the bench where he had left his stuff…

 

“What the fuck?!” Kakarrot cursed loudly as he dashed to the outer locker room. There were still a few other guys around, all freshly showered and getting ready to head off for the Dinner as well. All of them, he knew well. “Shit! Someone stole my clothes!”

 

Gohan blinked. “Nobody here but us. And you can check our bags.”

 

His brother, Goku nodded as he buttoned his shirt up. “Yeah.” He inclined his head towards a blue duffel bag. “Mine’s over there.”

 

“Kuso!” Kakarrot slammed a fist into one of the lockers, denting it. “No, it’s not that I don’t trust you guys. I know you wouldn’t steal my stuff.”

 

“Hey, maybe it was a prank.” Raditz suggested as he brushed his long spiky hair back.

 

“Some sick joke.” Kakarrot grumbled as he scanned the room, hoping to find his clothes perhaps strewn on top of the lockers. “Now I’ll have to rush home because my only other pair of formal clothes are at home. And I’ve to meet Vegeta in an hour. Can anyone lend me some clean clothes?”

 

Goku tossed him a spare gi. “Here, you’re about my size.”

 

“Thanks, man.” Kakarrot struggled into the baggy orange pants. “Shit shit shit… Gotta fly. See you guys at the Dinner later.”

 

Raditz shook his head as the other teens watched Kakarrot. “I think someone doesn’t like Kakarrot.”

 

“Maybe he’s jealous Kakarrot won the Championship again.” Gohan snorted.

 

“Probably.” Goku nodded.

 

tbc...

 

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A/N: In case anyone has not realized… Kakarrot is not Goku in this AU…

 

The stage is set…

 

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