The Bonded
A VegetaxGoku and TrunksxGoten Multi-parter
Begun December 24, 2000
Completed June 16, 2001
Disclaimers, warnings, and notes: I do not own DragonBall Z. I am making absolutely nothing off of this. This story contains some of everything: yaoi (explicit sex between two males), angst, humor attempts, sap, and some pointlessly PWP sections. You have been warned. It's also quite long.
This fic was originally posted in 2001. It was tolerably popular at the time, but it no longer represents my skills a writer. I am reposting it now for posterity's sake. I've changed the worst of the epithets and removed the worst of the adverbs, but otherwise the story stands untouched.
The Bonded
Prologue
The day was normal, warm and bright. In the sky, illuminated by the intensely shining sun, were two figures, moving swifter than the human eye could see. Periodically a blast of red or gold would streak through the air as the forms dodged and attacked.
Goku was the stronger of the two, and on most occasions, he won. But he had sparred with Piccolo already that day, and Vegeta had been training constantly and hard, growing much more powerful. He was tired -- not too tired, but just enough to give Vegeta an edge. And so the Vegeta won.
The first blast he dodged easily, but Vegeta met him as he ducked, wrapping an arm around his waist so could not flee. With his free hand, Vegeta shot a ki blast directly into Goku's gut. Holding out the attack a little longer than was necessary, he finally let the other fall. Goku descended swiftly, and crashed into the ground with a violence that made it crack. It was moments before Goku finally stirred, opening first one eye and then the other. Vegeta floated above him, casting a scarlet glow, blood trickling from a wound on his brow.
"You win, Vegeta." Goku raised one arm weakly to wipe blood from the corner of his mouth, and then let it fall again. "You've certainly gotten stronger." The saiya-jin landed on earth and then powered down. In a rare show of decency he reached down and helped Goku to his feet. The palms of both men were damp and charred, and when they rubbed against each other the friction was warm.
Standing, Goku cocked his head and looked at his sparring partner. "Hey, Vegeta, I know this area pretty well. There's a pond near by. Wanna go for a swim?"
Vegeta grunted in response, but followed Goku as he flew into the sky. Their trails were red and ice blue, heading up over the trees and deep into the woods. Goku was the first to touch down, immediately pulling on the sash of his gi. The pants dropped to his ankles and he was tugging up his shirt just as Vegeta reached him. The shorter saiya-jin watched silently from behind as Goku undressed, completely unashamed. The orange shirt was pulled over the spiky black hair, followed by the navy weighted shirt. The wristbands and boots were next, each piece of clothing sending up dust when it landed on the ground. Brazenly, Vegeta ran his eyes up the nude body before him.
Totally oblivious, Goku jumped into the lake. He ducked under the water for a few moments and then burst through the surface. His hair dripped with pond water and upon seeing Vegeta, he called to him. "Come on in, the water's fine!" With a breath, he ducked down again and swam to the other side of the pond.
Vegeta stripped down swiftly, leaving his uniform on the bank next to Goku's. He glanced at the similar piles quickly before diving into the water. Entering with barely a splash he swam down before traveling the length. On seeing the shadow of Goku above he dropped down to the bottom of the pond, pushed off, and jetted upward.
He moved with the force of an attack, and the second man had no time to prepare. Goku was caught in a large wave when Vegeta broke the surface, gulping down a good mouthful of water. Blinking and coughing, Goku looked at Vegeta, curious. It was totally out of character for the cold hearted, steel-eyed saiya-jin, and he did not know how to respond. Suddenly, without thought, he ducked under the water.
Vegeta watched from under heavy eyebrows as Goku's shape disappeared. Then, something latched on to his ankles. Two hands roughly pulled him beneath the surface, air rushing out of his lungs at the hard impact of the water. The grip around his ankles released and he could feel Goku's skin brush passed his own as the warrior swam away. The touch was purely electric -√ that was the only way to describe the power in it, and Vegeta felt his blood begin to heat.
In the midst of it all, Vegeta stopped suddenly and thought. Homosexual pairing were common on Vegeta-sei, it was a form of birth control for an exploding population. It was also not the first time he had looked at Kakarotto in a sexual way. But it was the first time he had done anything, and the response shocked him. Although it was unconscious, Kakarotto was acting like a saiya-jin blow for blow.
Forcefully, Vegeta made his mind stop and allowed his predator's subconscious to take over. Reaching out mentally he sensed the other man's ki and swam swiftly towards it. He never wondered what would happen, deep in his saiya-jin heart he knew, and moved as quickly as he could without being sensed.
He met Kakarotto from behind, standing in the shallow water at the edge of the pool. Standing and reaching out, he roughly grabbed a handful of the thick dark hair and pulled the other's head back. When Kakarotto turned to face him, Vegeta moved forward and attacked the parted lips with his own in a burning and hard kiss. He ran his tongue across the canines and then forced his way in, tightening the grip he held on Kakarotto's hair and meshing their bodies together. Vegeta could feel the other saiya-jin stir and harden quickly.
They parted and Vegeta was surprised at the uncharacteristic wildness and unrestrained lust in Kakarotto's usually innocent eyes. "Kakarotto." He whispered the name hoarsely, and then they met again, even rougher than before. Goku ran his hands over Vegeta's skin, feeling the muscles and scars. He reached his hands down Vegeta's back, following the spine. On his way he absently brushed the spot where Vegeta's tail had once been and the Prince growled into the kiss. Kakarotto grabbed the tight ass and pulled their bodies close.
They broke for air and Kakarotto began to attack Vegeta's neck, kissing roughly from the earlobe to collar bone. Vegeta tilted his head to the side, exposing his skin and savoring the violent, bruising touch. Kakarotto licked across the prominent collarbone and in, to the chest. He found and encircled one nipple, biting it too hard and pulling forth a bark. His hands roamed everywhere, touching each inch of skin and ending their journey at the sensitive tailbone. He pushed against it roughly, causing Vegeta to flinch backwards in reflex. At the same time, Kakarotto kicked out in a tight ark, hitting the back of Vegeta's knees and making the very startled saiya-no-ouji fall.
Kakarotto flew out with grace, landing on the edge of the water and regarding the very indignant saiya-jin. Then, there was a blur of movement: Vegeta jumped up from the water but Kakarotto met him in mid air, knocking him to his knees; Vegeta looked into the other's narrowed eyes and then Kakarotto moved again, striking just below the hairline and knocking the Prince to all fours.
And then the hand was stroking Vegeta's removed tail again, thumb molesting in retaliation, and he could do nothing but close his eyes and growl. The pressure increased until Vegeta was breathing raggedly, becoming harder with each pounding heartbeat. Kakarotto paused briefly, and Vegeta's breathing ended all together, starting again only when he felt a warm tongue circle the spot.
The crouching saiya-jin's arms were weak and he struggled to stay upright. Each touch sent a million nerve impulses to his brain, overwhelming his senses with red and blinding white. The tongue moved slowly around where his tail had once been and then lapped at the slight protrusion that was left over from the surgery. He could feel himself tightening, precome leaking from the head of his erection, and knew he was close to release. Vegeta moaned harshly and then spit out "harder" with a rough throat. Kakarotto complied, the force making Vegeta's body buckle. His teeth rubbed sharply against the sensitive skin and his tongue moved as if with experience.
Within seconds, the first convulsions ran through Vegeta's body, each attached to a choked animal's cry. Kakarotto didn't stop as Vegeta came, seed splashing to the ground in torrents. The Prince's body shook violently and then his arms gave out completely. He fell to the ground and rolled onto his back, breathing labored and eyes closed as the long grass tickled his bare skin. Kakarotto crouched to his left side and watched his face.
Time passed, and finally Vegeta opened his eyes. He took a moment to reassert himself and then pulled his body up to kneel on one knee and looked into Kakarotto's eyes with an amazed glare. "Shit."
"Been awhile, Vegeta?" The taller man chuckled jaggedly, sounding more like a saiya-jin than he had in over a year. Vegeta smirked and then attacked, knocking the other onto his back and meeting him in another burning kiss. Vegeta's hand moved immediately downwards, gripping Kakarotto's still unsatisfied erection. He ran his hand down the length roughly and passed his thumb across the slit at the top with vengeance. A stifled groan snuck into the kiss and Vegeta smiled, pumping harder.
Kakarotto gave up on the kiss, his head rolling to the side so that his cheek rested against the grass, eyes closed. With a knee, Vegeta parted Kakarotto's legs and fit himself between them, hand still moving. He ran his tongue over the exposed neck and then bit into a tight cord of muscle. He could feel Kakarotto's entire body tense beneath him and heard a low, constant growl. Tightening his grip, Vegeta moved his hand harder and waited. The growl grew louder and more beastal. It opened into a low-pitched howl and Kakarotto threw his head back, teeth bared.
Suddenly, Vegeta stopped.
Kakarotto broke off abruptly, pushing up on his arms and looking down with brutal anger. But Vegeta did not meet his gaze; his attention was elsewhere as he moved back to sit between Kakarotto's spread legs. Before anything could be said or done, Vegeta advanced. He leaned forward slightly and took Kakarotto into his mouth, deep-throating him with ease.
With a cry that rang through the surrounding woods, Kakarotto came violently and Vegeta swallowed every white-hot drop. The world vanished as his groin exploded into the wetness of Vegeta's mouth and throat. As he convulsed, the taller man felt a hand run down his body, moving over his chest, down to his waist, and then across one leg, into the thigh, and up to stop just between his buttocks. One finger circled his anus and then pushed in uncomfortably. As the ripples of orgasm ended, Kakarotto noticed and began to squirm away from the intrusion.
To stop his movements, Vegeta placed a strong arm across his waist, moving his head back from the flaccid member at the same time. He absently licked his lips as his left hand continued to probe the dry entrance, ignoring Kakarotto's dangerous glare. With a long stretch that caused a sudden throb in the sensitive area, Vegeta reached back and clawed at a spot deep in Kakarotto's body. The prey jumped and his back arched, body straining against the ground. Vegeta continued to maul the spot as he stretched the entrance with one, two, and finally three fingers.
When the Prince pulled out Kakarotto moaned lustily, looking up with heavy-lidded eyes and already hard again, pushing against the arm that held him captive. In a smooth movement, Vegeta grabbed Kakarotto's hips and pulled him forward and up, driving hard into the hastily prepared entrance. Vegeta growled loudly, the sound rolling from his throat and clashing with the pained yelp from Kakarotto. Immediately, the aggressive saiya-jin began to thrust, slamming into the tight sheath and making the victimized body rub roughly against the ground. He smiled as the cries morphed into a filled, throaty purr and rammed in harder, using all his saiya-jin strength, until he could feel a slight lubrication of blood leak in from Kakarotto's torn anus.
The pain was blazing, but insignificant compared to anything he had suffered in battle. The taller saiya-jin pushed with abandon into the thrusts that caused the sensitive spot deep within him to send rivers of pleasure to every part of his being. It was amazing, beyond comprehension, and he could feel Vegeta drive in with even more intensity. Vegeta was close, each increasing level evident in his vocalization. Kakarotto reached forward and clutched his renewed member, pumping roughly in time to the thrusts. With his free arm he pushed himself up from the ground and then floated until he was pressed against Vegeta, looping his arm around the other's neck as they continued to move together. He attacked the gasping mouth deeply, tongues warring before Vegeta broke the kiss in favor of Kakarotto's neck. His bite was sharp, cry muffled by the skin as he came into the burning heat of Kakarotto's ass. The second saiya-jin reached release seconds later, his blood pulsing and spilling down his shoulder and back. For the second time his seed escaped, on this occasion coating his hand and Vegeta's muscled abdomen.
Kakarotto and Vegeta stayed pressed uncomfortably together as the feelings tore over them, both sets of eyes shut tightly. The woods were silent, not even a breath infiltrated the still. When the waves receded and he could control his own body again, Vegeta pulled out and dropped Kakarotto. Red handprints remained on the second man's waist and did not fade. From the throbbing pain that accompanied them Kakarotto knew that when they did, there would be bruises. Vegeta lay down next to his partner and their bodies moved together instinctively, fitting together tightly despite the dirt and sweat. Kakarotto held the other close, one hand interlaced in the spiky hair, his other against the steel-muscled chest. Vegeta reached around the younger saiya-jin, slowly caressing the removed tail. Kakarotto was lulled to sleep and when his breathing finally slowed to a deep and even rise and fall, Vegeta allowed himself to relax and drift.
When Goku awoke, he was alone. Vegeta was gone and his pile of clothes on the opposite bank was also missing. Moving slowly, Goku made himself stand, wincing at the unfamiliar soreness that ran from his hidden opening to the core of his body. His ass and thighs were covered in blood, excrement, and sperm, dirt had rubbed into the abrasions and shallow cuts on his raw back, and the wound on his shoulder was clotting. In comparison to the rough ground the water was silky and cool, smoothing the stinging from his anus. Goku washed gently and then swam across, picking up and changing into his clothing.
What had happened did bother him; there was no doubting it. But, doing what he had done with Vegeta felt right, even if it hurt like hell afterward. It felt as if some part of him directed it, the animal, alien nature that he had yet to accept and whose actions were unbelievable. He knew as well that worry would accomplish nothing. They would not speak of what had happened -- not now, probably not ever. It would be best if he put it from his mind.
He did, flying back the scarce few miles to his house and letting his hair dry in the wind, hoping that he would have the energy to train his son. Above all, they had to prepare for the coming threat: the androids.
