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The tears ran down his face, he stood sobbing in front of the mirror, cursing himself for what he longed for. His sworn enemy, that man, of all the people in the world he chose the person he had loathed because of his power. How strange passion is.
He had been drawn to that power over the years. He wanted the person he had made himself hate. He wanted to feel the power he had, wanted to share it and become one with not only the strength, but the person. Not just as a mate, as a lover.
Could a commoner be a lover?
Vegeta bent forward and dipped his hands into the bowl of water.
Cold.
He could have sworn he ran the hot water. A brief memory of dipping his fingers into the bowl and scolding the tips slightly swam before him.
"Tch, are you kidding me? I've been stood here long enough for the water to turn cold?"
Casting his swollen eyes towards the small window he observed the clouds hanging low and heavy with rain, their presence making it difficult to tell the time, let alone how long he had been stood in front of the mirror, weeping.
"Weeping?" Vegeta smirked, "I think it was more of a breakdown, I mean, look at me" He gestured at his reflection, pulling lightly at the puffy lids of his eyes, as much a result of tears as the lack of sleep he had been forcibly denying himself.
"And, I'm talking to myself. I need to sort out my head." He leant closer to the bowl of water this time, seeing his reflection caused him to lose momentary control over himself, the deep brown of his eyes causing anger to well up inside, he squeezed his eyes closed, seeing spots of red dance before him.
"Get it together."
Slapping himself in a physical attempt to rid the images from his mind however proved useless. Still, something stirred inside of him, a feeling of pleasure and shame, mingling together inside his stomach and spreading down to his groin, causing blood to rush to his penis.
He needed to be punished if his self disgust was to leave him.
He plunged his hands into the water, the feeling slowly leaving his fingers, numbness grasping its way to his writs and finally settling there.
Bringing his cupped hands to the surface minutes later caused the water to ripple and break his reflection. He watched the water slowly trickle from his hands before throwing it full force into his face.
The cold liquid from his face dropping slowly down his body caused his nipples to harden, his hands instinctively stroked their way towards them, the water running over his muscles and stopping finally at the top of his shorts
Moaning slightly and beginning to get harder inside his shorts, he decided the restriction was too much. He moved from the bathroom to his bedroom, sliding his hands reluctantly from his nipples to his shorts as he walked.
Landing gently on his bed he eased off the shorts, wet from the water and damp in the crotch from the slight pre cum he had already worked out of himself.
He threw them to the floor, and took up twisting his nipples again, a little harder than last time, one hand stroking his thigh and making its way towards his penis, which stood, waiting to be touched.
The stroking turned to light scratching, the closer Vegeta got to his throbbing manhood the deeper and harder the scratching became; he began to draw a small amount of blood and realized the pleasure was so immense he would cum right then if he wasn't careful.
His clawing fingers finally closed in on his cock, grasping it and squeezing hard he began to moan slightly, his left hand never leaving his nipple, which had began to turn red and feel immensely tender to the touch. Vegeta hoped it would bruise, becoming a temporary reminder of the inner turmoil that man had caused.
Kakarot.
Vegeta felt the familiar sense of shame, but now he knew how to control it, take pleasure from it even.
He placed his thumb over the head of his penis and began to dig the nail into the flesh; a wave of pleasure mingled with self loathing caused him to cry out. He removed his nail and took the ball of his thumb this time, rubbing it gently, then harder across the tip of himself.
His hand suddenly left his nipple, seemingly of its own accord, and firmly grasped his left ball, digging the nails in and making the young prince scream in agony. He rolled from his bed and fell to the floor, landing on his knees and elbows, face almost touching the floor he cried out for Goku.
"Look at what you've done to me, Kakarot! Look at me!" A fresh wave of tears began to fall from his face, but still he stayed in the same place, naked and hard. Frustration began to take hold however, the throbbing of his penis striking up an image that Kakarot was teasing him.
He punched the floor, cracks spreading from his fist, in a representation of his own hatred fleeing his body.
"Teasing me! Leading me on all these years, eh! I'll show you the depth of my feelings Kakarot, and how much they've been building up. Mark my words, you will feel what I do."