This Story is Rated R, for explicit sex scenes!

Chapter 1,

Yearning,

We sat at the crowded dinner table, the sound of kids laughter and women's chatter all around us. I sat silently, more moving my food around my plate than actually eating it. How long could I continue this charade? How long before someone noticed that something was very wrong.

I hated these gatherings at the best of times but over the last few months they are getting harder and harder to bear. Spending all this time around 'him' was becoming torture. I glanced up at him, shoveling food into his mouth as if he felt someone would steal it at any second. Somehow, even like that he still looked amazing, his black hair pointing in all directions, his tight white t-shirt didn't leave much to the imagination and his body was toned and perfect.

I suddenly realized that I had been staring at him for far too long and quickly looked back to my plate. I scanned the room to check no-one had noticed, their eyes were not on me but as I surveyed the table he looked up from his food and caught my eyes. Was it just my imagination or did he hold my gaze a little longer than necessary, a little smile spreading slowly across his face making him look even more beautiful, then he went back to his food.

My heart beat hard in my chest and I mentally slapped myself for such a display of weakness. What an idiot I am. I should have looked away from him first but his face just held me in place…to tear my eyes away from that smile would surely kill me.

That smile.

What I wouldn't give to see that smile every day, to call it mine, to kiss it. God I need to stop this, what am I thinking? This is crazy I'm married…I should not be looking at another man this way. How did I let myself slip in such a pathetic state? I must stop this insanity. What would my wife say? I glance at her across the table chatting away, center of attention, as always. She is so beautiful and smart, any man in their right mind would give anything to be with her and here I am pining over a man like a total fool.

I don't know why my wife always insists on my presence at these ridiculous dinner parties of hers. Let's be honest here, I've never been the life and soul of the party like she is. Most of the guests here would go out of their way to avoid any kind of conversation with me, or even eye contact for that matter.

They fear me, but not him, he never has…

Even in my younger years when I was much more of a threat than the family man I've turned into, he never took me seriously. Come to think of it he never takes anything seriously. He is the polar opposite of me, which is why we would be perfect together. The only drawback really is that we are both married men and I can never tell him how I feel about him because...well, just because it's totally preposterous really.

Finally after what seems like an eternity of torture the party comes to an end and me and my wife stand at the door pretending to be the perfect couple and thanking everyone for coming even though everyone knows I'd rather never see any of them again... well most of them anyway.

She closes the door behind them and turns on me immediately, "I may as well have hosted that whole party by myself, you hardly said two words the whole time."

"Well then do it on your own next time." I growl back, as I walk past her and up to my room.

"Are you not even going to help me clean up?" She shouts behind me as I ascend the stairs,

I ignore her and slam my bedroom door behind me. I know she wants an argument, it seems like that's all she wants nowadays but I just don't have the energy tonight. I lay down on my bed and close my eyes, what on earth is happening to me? I'm Vegeta Prince of all Saiyans and here I am yearning over Kakarot like some pitiful woman.

I get up and start pacing my room. I can hear the woman downstairs slamming cupboards and throwing cutlery around. I need to get out and clear my head but I can't face going down and seeing my spouse right now so I open my window and fly out. She won't even notice that I've gone. I don't really know where I'm going until I get there. I land on a high open grassy cliff with mountains all around.

This is right where I stood the first time I ever laid eyes on my Kakarot.

No.

Not mine. Chi-Chi's Kakarot, he would never be mine.

I looked around the area, so many memories. To think I nearly killed him right here on this very spot. And he nearly killed me, he could have killed me but he didn't, nor did he let anyone else do it. I almost wished he did so I wouldn't have to be living this nightmare right now. I hear a noise behind me and turn to see Kakarot land on the grass a little way back. Great this is all I need, what is he doing here?

"Hey Vegeta." He flashes me that stupid, annoying…breathtakingly stunning smile.

"What are you doing here Kakarot?" I growl.

"Uh, I like to come up here sometimes when I need to think. How about you Vegeta?"

"Same." I snap.

I stare dead ahead refusing to look at him as I sit down on the slightly damp grass. He sits himself down next to me, uncomfortably close. I can feel his eyes on me, staring at my face. I feel hot as I blush under his gaze. I resist the urge to shift my weight awkwardly and stay perfectly still.

"Pretend he's not there." I tell myself, but I can't. He's so close I can smell him, he smells like summer and cinnamon and it's driving me crazy. I can hear him breathing, oh my god I want him so bad it hurts.

"What do you want?" I finally snap, as I can no longer bear him staring at me.

He lifts one hand up and scratches his head in that adorable way he always does, he looks like he's thinking.

"What are you thinking about Vegeta?" The way he says my name gives me shivers up my spine.

"You didn't answer my question." I reminded but he just stares back at me waiting for a response.

This man is impossible. I want to backhand him across the face, yet at the same time I want to touch and kiss every part of him, it's maddening.

I sigh defeatedly, "I was thinking about Bulma." I tell him.

"That was true at least, I was thinking about my wife. I was wondering if I should leave her and thinking about how much easier my life would be without her." A small smile touches my lips as I think this.

"Oh ha-ha." He laughs nervously, "That was a great dinner party, Bulma really knows how to cook, you're a lucky guy."

"Am I really?" I ask sarcastically.

His face softens, he knows something is wrong.

He reaches out and ever so softly puts his hand on my shoulder "You ok?" He asks.

The touch of his hand seems to send static racing through my whole body, my heart beats so hard I'm sure he must be able to hear it. Before today I have never touched him out of combat. Even when we are sparring and our bodies touch it's difficult for me to control myself, but this is just too much. I need to get away before I say or do something stupid.

Without a word I throw his hand off me and fly away without looking back. I realize I must look like a crazy person right now but that's got to be better than the alternative. I stop a few miles away by a river and try to catch my breath. I had to get away from him, run away like a coward. I'm sure if I had stayed there one second longer I would have declared my love for him and thrown my arms around him. The thought of myself sharing these irrational feelings with another being gives me shivers; it's sickening to think about. Though I can't help but wonder, what would he have done? How would he react? Is there any chance he would want me too?

Probably not.

When I finally return home I sneak back into the house, I don't want to deal with the wrath of Bulma right now on top of everything else. I tiptoe my way through the lounge, she is not there. I see that she has finished all the cleaning up, thank god. She must have gone to bed. I sneak past her bedroom door towards mine. We have slept in separate rooms for some years now, her incessant snoring finally becoming too much for me to take.

I made it to my room and slowly cracked the door open, I enter the room and silently close the door behind me. I breathe a sigh of relief as I turn to face my bed.

"Oh fuck…"

There she is laying on my bed wearing nothing but a black lace thong and bra. She looked absolutely amazing, but that doesn't change the fact that she is a colossal bitch and I'm in love with someone else. I look at her and sigh. She smiles sweetly up at me, to be honest after the day I've had I could do with some release so I walk toward her and smile back.

"I assume you're not mad at me anymore?" I ask.

She simply shakes her head. I kneel down on the floor beside the bed and run my hands over her flawless breasts and stomach; her skin is soft to the touch and always smells sweet, kind of floral. Nothing happens downstairs. I can of course see how beautiful she is but I just can't get turned on by her any more.

I lean down and kiss her hard on the lips, still nothing. I slowly climb on top of her and lift her hands above her head. She is underneath me grinding her hips into me. I reach behind her back and undo her bra; she helps me slip it off her arms. Her nipples are hard and perfectly round. I slip off her thong and gaze upon my beautiful wife lying naked beneath me, eyes hooded with lust, wanting me.

Why the fuck is my cock not getting hard? This is about to get embarrassing, there is only one thing for it. I close my eyes kiss her and imagine its Kakarot. Seconds later I'm standing proud. This is ridiculous but still better to get this over with before things start to go downhill again. I spread her legs and tease her entrance with my fingers, she's wet.

I move into position and slowly ease into her, she moans as I do so, "Vegetaaaaaa."

I start off slow and deep keeping my eyes closed the whole time so I can't see her. I keep the image of Kakarot's face in my mind. She feels good, warm, wet and soft I start to quicken my pace, the faster I go the louder her panting and moaning becomes. I push her legs up high and she shouts my name again and again. I can't help but wish it was a different, deeper voice moaning my name beneath me.

I move my hands into her hair and imagine that its black, spikey Saiyan hair that I am running my fingers through. I kiss her lips and imaging how it would feel to have his lips pressed to my own, I moan at the thought alone. She seems to feel my enthusiasm and of course thinks it is directed at her. She gasps and pulls me closer, lifting her legs higher still so I can penetrate her deeper. She is close, and so am I.

"Thank god this is just going to be a quickie I'm not sure I could continue for hours like I used to, I'm just not feeling it at the moment."

I keep up the rhythm for a while and I soon feel her tense up around me. It's enough to push me over the edge. I explode inside her and before I even know what I'm doing I shout out…

"Kakarot!"

The world seemed to stop spinning for a moment, there is nothing but silence. And me. And her. And that furious look on her face. For just a moment I, Vegeta prince of all Saiyans am truly, totally terrified. What have I done? She continues to stare at me silently for what feels like forever, her mouth hanging open slightly, unblinking. Then she slid her body out from underneath me, gathered up her underwear and left my room without a word.

And there I was alone, cock still dipping, feeling like the biggest idiot in all the world.

Why?

Why did I scream his name out? I could hardly sleep that night for thinking about it, and hating myself for being so stupid. I was so going to hear about it in the morning.

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