Lies. . .they all lied to him, made him believe in the twisted sick words that they threw at him. He would not digress for they would only take it as a weakness. Something that he could not afford to be affronted with. Had he not learned the truth from the one person on the whole god forsaken planet that he never expected to tell the truth he would have killed them all. Yet he stilled his anger for a brief moment upon seeing a beauty with the likes to steal his very breath from his chest. An epitome to his entire race and the filth and treachery that had become a once great land. Staring back at him with fear filled doe like eyes and a frown twisting his fine face.
"You! What is your name?" the angry prince tried not to lash out at the boy but only failed.
"Kakkarot," the youth muttered looking away from the anger in those eyes.
"Do you fear me Kakkarot?" the prince asked starting to become amused.
"Yes, your highness."
"So you know who I am," the prince said losing a bit of his rage.
"Yes, you are his highness, Prince Vegeta," Kakkarot said bowing to him.
"What is your status here, Kakkarot?" Prince Vegeta asked looking around the palace.
"I am a breeder. I am to be chose among the Elite and Nobles to be placed in a harem."
"Tck, filthy liars all of them!" the Prince said suddenly flying back into a hateful rage.
Kakkarot chose to remain silent for fear that he would become the Prince's object to relieve his pent up rage. While he would love to fight with him just to see if he could hold out long enough but he was also worried about being killed. It was said among all third class, breeders or not, that the Prince tended to kill all of the third class that crossed his path when he was angry. He chose not to take that path for he was indeed a third class and a weak one at that.
"Be away with you breeder," the Prince dismissed him with out a second glance.
Grateful that he was going to be pardoned from anything worse than a snapping at Kakkarot quickly ran off to find the rest of the breeders that were going to be sold. Even though he told the prince that he was going to be 'chosen' he had lied for his own skin. They were told not to tell the King or the Prince that they were really going to be auctioned off to slave traders after they were chosen. Life was not fair for a breeder who didn't get mated the moment they went in heat. Those that weren't even close to their heat were sometimes snatched from their families and told that they were going to be sold off. Kakkarot was one of those few unlucky ones to be snatched out of his own home by the Breeder Gatherer's.
Bowing his head and looking down at his bare feet he hoped that his brother, Raditz, was going to be okay. He had attacked them the moment that they came for his little brother. They were stronger than him and beat him down while still being able to restrain their father and dragging a screaming Kakkarot out of the house and throwing him in a cage with several other crying youths. Some had families of mothers and fathers trailing behind the cage begging the Gatherer's to release their sons so that they could find proper mates. Of course they were denied and any time that they tried to force their way to the cage to retrieve their child they were brutally beat back down. He could still hear his brother and father screaming and begging them as well.
Flash back. . . .
* "No! Not my younger son! You fiends release him!" Bardock screamed struggling to free himself.
"Kakkarot!" Raditz shrieked fighting three of them at one time but having no luck.
"Let me go!" Kakkarot screamed trying to bite at his captors arms and hands.
Raditz finally managed to free himself from the grasps of two of the Gatherer's only to be engaged by four and beaten to the ground and held down. Bardock was still struggling to free himself but he was still weak from his public whipping not many days before. Kakkarot tried not to cry in front of them so that he could save some of his dignity. However, it all crumbled the moment he saw them beat his restrained brother bloody and he began to shout and cry.
He was thrown bodily into the cage and the door slammed before anyone could move. Whipping his eyes he looked around him and saw to his astonishment several more breeders were crying as well. Some of them were barely of age to even think about mating. Others were older and crying out to their mates that had followed after them and those who didn't have mates tried to reach family. He rushed the bars and reached out his own hand to his father who was right there next to him. Though Bardock was pushed away from the carriage before they could touch each other.
"I promise you this one thing my son! I will never stop until I have you back in my arms and in the safety of our home!" his father vowed as the carriage started rolling taking the prisoners to the Castle.
Once there they were all told what to do and what to say in the presence of their King and Prince. They were not to tell them that they were being sold nor were they to even look at them directly even if asked to do so. Any who broke these rules would be taken outside and be either put to death on the spot or immediately sold off to a whore house where they could work their way through life. This brought even more fear into their hearts and they all agreed not to anger the Gatherer's.*
End Flash back.
Kakkarot forced himself to blink back tears of anger and pain at the thought of who or what might buy him. He just wanted to go home to his brother and father like all of the other breeders brought here. Some would never see their mates again while others may not even have the chance to be properly mated. Still some maybe sold and resold again to cruel aliens or people. He just hoped with a small portion of his heart that he was lucky enough not to be sold into a bad life.
Little did he know fate was already turning her wheels and making him a life for which nothing was the way it seemed.