Pt 1

Everyone was asleep. Or seemed like they were asleep- most of them were knocked out. Gohan was out, Yajirobe, too. Krillin was awake, he was talking. Gokuu tried to raise his head to look himself over, but found his neck wouldn't move. He tried to focus on everyone's chi, but that was tricky, too. He seemed to have reached a limit for both movement and extending his senses. He didn't hear anything Krillin had said, but he did hear movement from where the Saiyan had landed. He heard some rustling noises or clothing shifting. Krillin shouted in alarm and was on his feet and walking toward the Saiyan. Gokuu wished he could move, wished he could see what was happening.

"He's got a remote or something," Krillin was saying.

The little bald man sounded like he was moving pretty fast for the state he was in. Gokuu heard the sound of metal dragged across the rocks- Krillin must have picked up Yajirobe's sword. A struggle broke out and a groaned curse came from the Saiyan.

"What was that- what were you doing?!" Krillin demanded.

Gokuu tried again to move his head and managed to lift it an inch or so off the ground. Past his mangled legs, he could barely see Krillin standing over the Saiyan, the sword angled and probably pointed at alien's neck. The Saiyan glared up at Krillin, then spit on him. Gokuu saw his friend's face twist in rage and the arm holding the sword tensed.

-Krillin! Don't kill him!-

Gokuu didn't have the energy to shout, so he forced his thoughts to his friend. Krillin stepped backwards, startled, but the sword was still very close to the small Saiyan.

"G-Gokuu? Did you just- were you in my head, just now?"

The back of Gokuu's skull smacked back to the ground, his energy finally spent.

-Don't kill him, please. I know he's bad, that he's evil, but I…-

Gokuu stopped to think of a good reason for his friend to spare the alien. Vegeta hadn't killed anyone on Earth. But he did murder countless people out in space, probably. But maybe it wasn't too late for him. Maybe he just needed to see that killing wasn't the answer. Maybe he needed to see what mercy was.

…Maybe I shouldn't have killed my brother.

The thought shot through his mind like a bolt of lightning. He blinked, astonished. He hadn't thought about his brother since the day they had both died. Why now? Why did he suddenly think of something that happened over a year ago?

"Uhh, Gokuu? This guy's- he's evil, man. If we don't stop him here, now, he'll come back, stronger than ever, and he'll really kill us all-"

"You're fucking right I will!" The Saiyan- Vegeta, his name was Vegeta- coughed.

Gokuu bit his lip- he needed time! He needed to think about this!

But when have I ever thought about something? Do I need a reason not to kill someone? Everyone deserves a second chance- I bet this guy's never even had one!

Gokuu took a deep breath, even though he wasn't speaking; it helped steady him, helped to strengthen his resolve

-Everyone should get a second chance. If we show him mercy now, maybe he'll change. It's just, it's the right thing to do, Krillin. Let him live.-

Gokuu couldn't see his friend or Vegeta, he couldn't extend his mind to view what was happening several yards away. But he heard Krillin sigh, curse and drop the sword.

"You are one lucky alien, you better realize that."

Krillin shuffled into Gokuu's line of sight and dropped down in the dirt beside him.

"He had some kinda remote control. I got to it before he could do anything and I smashed it. I don't know- I'm not sure what he was trying to do," Krillin shrugged.

"I was calling my ship, you retard! I was trying to leave. You'd better get your ugly ass over here -cough- kill me because I will not be left to die!"

"Man, screw you! Gokuu just saved your life! Believe me, I want to kill you, but if Gokuu says to let you go, hey, maybe he sees something I don't."

More coughing came from Vegeta. There was some movement and the sound of metal and maybe plastic crunching.

"…I can't go anywhere! -cough- I can… I can't move or get to my ship! You fucking stranded me here -cough- little shit!"

Krillin laughed. He fell backwards on the ground and laughed for a while. Gokuu saw his body shaking out of the corner of his eye and waited.

-When the others get here, if they get here, we gotta bring him with us.-

"Gokuu, you are killing me. Even if- how can any of us even-" Krillin stopped talking ,abruptly.

He was quiet for a few moments. Then he sat up and leaned over so Gokuu could see his face.

"I can go knock him out, so he doesn't fight us, okay? I won't kill him; just make sure he isn't any trouble."

-Okay. That's a good idea. I don't think he wants our help, even though he needs it.-

Krillin shook his head and staggered to his feet. He dragged himself back over to Vegeta, muttering things Gokuu couldn't hear. Gokuu listened to Krillin pick up the sword again, but wasn't worried. His best friend had given his word he wouldn't kill the alien and Gokuu trusted him.

"That's right -cough- do it! Kill me now, you pathetic little-"

A wet, sickly smacking sound cut Vegeta off. Krillin made his way to Gokuu once more and dropped the sword, letting his body fall beside it.

"I think I broke his nose," He sighed.

A long time seemed to pass before a carrier came into view overhead. Krillin was too tired to wave up to it, and just lay sprawled beside Gokuu as the craft landed. As the wheels touched down, the hatch was lowered and a purple streak shot out. Chi Chi leaped to the ground and ran straight for Gohan, skidding to a stop on her knees and gently wrapping him in a blanket. Master Roshi, Bulma and Oolong all left the plane and helped Yajirobe stand. The four then guided Krillin onboard and went back out to carefully place Gokuu on a stretcher.

-Don't let them forget Vegeta!-

"Guys. Uhh, Gokuu says… He wants us to help the alien-"

"No fucking way," Bulma whispered, her voice frightening in its intensity.

Gokuu's head was propped up and he could see everyone else's heads from the cargo area. He swallowed a few times and forced words out of his mouth.

"Please. Please Bulma. Second chance. Not his-. Help him. Mercy."

Bulma stared at him, her jaw clenched tight. Roshi and Oolong watched the two, but didn't say anything. Bulma glared, crossing and uncrossing her arms, placing her fists on her hips, turning away from and then facing Gokuu again.

"He killed our friends. He killed Yamcha!" she shouted.

"Uhh, actually, Bulma? Vegeta didn't kill anyone here. The big guy did all the work up until Gokuu showed up."

Bulma glared lasers him, but finally sighed heavily. She looked at Gokuu for what felt like a very long time, then shook her head and sat down in the pilot's seat.

"Fine. Just keep him the hell away from me."

Gokuu didn't realize he'd been holding his breath and it exploded out of him. He grinned as Roshi, Oolong and a very reluctant Yajirobe exited the plane and returned moments later with Vegeta. The Saiyan was on a stretcher similar to his, but was tied down with extra bandages and then all of the seatbelts. Gokuu moved his head as much as he could and stared at the unconscious man beside him.

He looks so peaceful now.

The carrier lifted off and everyone started talking about picking up their friends. Gokuu yawned and fought to keep his eyes open and on Vegeta. The flight back to the original battlefield was shorter than he thought, or maybe he fell asleep at some point. He thought he heard Krillin say something about Dragonballs, but then Vegeta's eye twitched and Gokuu focused on the alien once more. He continued to watch the small Saiyan as most everyone else retrieved the remains of Yamcha, Tien and, at Krillin and Gohan's insistence, Piccolo.

Once the plane was airborne again, Krillin told everyone about his theory- going to Piccolo and Kami's home world and using the Dragonballs there. It sounded like a great plan, but no one knew where that was. Gokuu gave Vegeta a lingering look, and then announced that he would ask King Kai where Namek was. After some confusion about distance, what ship to use- Vegeta and Nappa's ships were still on Earth- and when, approximately, to go, they headed to the hospital. Once everything was settled, Gokuu focused on Vegeta once more. He couldn't figure out what he was feeling, what the sensation was that filled up his stomach as he watched the other man sleeping fitfully beside him. He'd never felt this way before. It was nice, but kind of frustrating; kind of like an itch he couldn't scratch, inside of him. It was kind of how he felt right before a big meal, or during a good spar, but different. Really nice, but new and strange. He was frustrated and exhausted and excited all at once. After several slow blinks, he finally gave in to his body's needs and passed out.

Maybe Vegeta can tell me why I feel this way…

Vegeta woke up in pain. That was nothing new, he was frequently surprised when he awoke and didn't hurt. What was surprising was his location. He slowly opened one of his eyes- the other didn't respond- and looked around. He was in a room he had never seen before. It didn't look anything like the rooms on any of Freeza's planets or even the larger ships. It was bright- there seemed to be a lot of natural light around. It was warm, too; something to which he wasn't accustomed. He tried to sit up, but found he couldn't move, at all. He tried to twist his head around, but that was trapped as well. His working eye rolled around, trying to get a look at anything in the room, trying to figure out or remember where he was. He tried not to panic.

I was on Earth. Nappa and I- Nappa's dead. I killed him. I fought Radditz's brother… Kakarot. Radditz is dead. Did I win? Is Kakarot dead? …Am I the only one left?

He calmed once he remembered on what planet he was, but that didn't help with where on the planet. He closed his eye briefly, then opened it again a split second later when he felt something. It wasn't a physical touch; it was in his mind. It felt like a spike, a flash of light- similar to the sensation he got as he summoned his chi for an attack. But it didn't originate from him. He closed his eye again and focused, trying to find the abnormality again. It came to him instantly, not very strong, but steady. It felt like it could be powerful, but it wasn't as he felt it. It was warm… and something else for which he didn't have a word. He focused on it, stretched out his mind to get a better grip on it. He didn't want to lose it- he had never felt anything like it before and he wanted it. He wanted more and all of it.

"That's me," a soft voice called to him.

Vegeta's eye snapped open and he tried to turn his head before remembering he was trapped.

"What's that? Who's there," he tried to keep the panic out of his voice; tried to sound bored or angry.

The voice chuckled, the sound not cruel, but definitely amused.

"Me. You felt my chi. …I'm Gokuu, remember?"

"Go-ku. …Kakarot. Where am I. What am I doing here," he was in control again, his questions given like orders.

"You're in a hospital. I had my friends bring you here, so you could heal."

"Why can't I move. Where is the Regen. Tank."

"…What's a 'reegen tank'?" Kakarot sounded confused, but Vegeta could still hear the smile in his voice.

"It's- a healing device, a chamber with liquid that heals- I don't know how it works," Vegeta admitted, angry. "Where is it? I can't heal trapped… where ever I am now."

"Ohh, well, we don't have anything like that here on Earth. We got something better- they're just not ready yet. And you're in a bed- they tied you down so you wouldn't try to hurt anyone. Lemme just- hold on," Kakarot answered his questions slowly and his hint about something better than a Regen. Tank was as intriguing as it was frustrating.

Vegeta heard fabric rustling and a hard thud, then the soft slap of a bare foot on the floor. The 'thud' and foot slap alternated, getting closer to him. A shadow fell over him and he looked up into the heavily bandaged, grinning face of his latest enemy.

"You're still pretty banged up, so I don't think you'll hurt anybody, right?" Kakarot looked at him expectantly, patiently.

"No, I won't 'hurt' anyone. Untie me at once!" Vegeta tried to sound authoritative, but found it was difficult to threaten when the only things he could move were his eye and mouth.

"Okay, okay, I only have one hand right now, gimme a sec here."

Kakarot reached over Vegeta's head with his free hand, the other in a cast held against his body. He was wearing a shapeless blue robe and was standing close enough that Vegeta could smell him- clean, masculine, a hint of sweat when he lifted his arm. After a minute or so, Vegeta could move his head. He tried to sit up, but found his body from his chest down was encased in some kind of pod.

"That's gonna take more time- I think there's a lock or something…" Kakarot trailed off as he bent over, studying the enclosure.

Vegeta could see his back- the blue frock was supposed to close in the back, but Kakarot's was open at least two inches, providing an excellent view of his lower back and ass. …And a little nub of slightly raised flesh where his tail had been. Vegeta felt heat flood his face as he stared at Kakarot's backside, then his whole body flushed cold.

I have that scar now. I don't have a tail anymore. …Will it grow back? Is it too late?

"Ah! Got it!" Kakarot shouted his triumph.

A soft hissing sound filled the room and the lid of Vegeta's tomb lifted open on quiet hinges. He moved his fingers and toes first, then his arms and legs and finally, slowly, sat up. He looked down at himself and winced when he saw the same blue garment on his body. He was almost completely covered in bandages, but wore no heavy casts like Kakarot was sporting. He reached a hand up and removed an obstruction from around his nose- a triangular, padded bandage.

"Yeah, sorry- Krillin broke your nose when he knocked you out," Kakarot's free hand was behind his head and he looked genuinely remorseful. "But it's healed okay- no bumps or anything. Good as new!"

Vegeta grunted and scooted himself to the edge of the pod-like device. Kakarot moved back a step, but remained close. Vegeta swung his legs over the edge and carefully touched his bare feet to the floor. He positioned his arms stiffly at his sides and hoisted himself into a standing position. His legs immediately gave out and he tumbled towards the floor. But he didn't fall alone. Kakarot stepped forward as Vegeta lost his balance and caught him.

The two landed on the ground, Vegeta half on top of the other Saiyan. He looked at Kakarot and was alarmed to see a strange look on his face. He couldn't identify it; it was a look he had never seen before. One of Kakarot's eyes was half closed and both were staring at him. Kakarot was smiling and Vegeta had no idea how to describe the expression. Kakarot's good arm was pinned underneath Vegeta, his other laying across Vegeta's chest. Kakarot's smile changed slightly and he leaned in closer, pulling Vegeta's head towards him with a hand behind the smaller man's neck. Vegeta stared at him, utterly at a loss as to what was happening. He felt Kakarot's breath against his cheek and the bandage he realized was covering his other eye. He locked his good eye with one of Kakarot's, his own breathing coming in shallow gasps.

Both of Kakarot's eyes were half-lidded and Vegeta started as the other man's lips connected with his. His eye widened and his free hand pressed against Kakarot's chest, grasping the paper-thin fabric covering him. Kakarot moaned, quietly, hungry and moved closer still, his mouth twisting, his tongue slipping out to taste Vegeta's lips, to massage them and press between them. Vegeta felt his whole body shudder and he shifted closer to the other man, freeing his other arm and bringing it up to wrap under Kakarot's arm and around to grip his shoulder blade. He closed his eye and opened his mouth, letting the warm, wet muscle inside.

Kakarot tasted amazing. He had never thought anything but food could taste like that. He had never imagined he could feel the way Kakarot was making him feel! He moved his own tongue against Kakarot's, tasting and trying to capture it. Their lips smashed together, their teeth gnashing and Vegeta held Kakarot with all the strength he had. He didn't think he'd ever let go. He never wanted to lose that taste, that sensation.

His stomach felt tight and his eye opened in alarm as he felt his dick twitch and throb to life. He started to pull away, but Kakarot made a sound of protest and held him tighter- the strength in his good arm enough to keep Vegeta from moving. Kakarot tilted his head and wrestled with Vegeta's tongue. The larger Saiyan shifted his hips and Vegeta felt Kakarot's cock press against his stomach, hard. Kakarot rocked his hips, thrusting forward, grinding into Vegeta's midsection and moaning loudly into Vegeta's mouth. Vegeta groaned and thrust back, jerking his hips in time with Kakarot's, sliding over the other's thigh.

Vegeta had no idea how much time had passed, he wasn't thinking of anything but their mouths and dicks. They were breathing heavily through their noses, their faces crushed together, their lips covered in saliva as neither one broke the kiss. Vegeta moaned, long and loud, into Kakarot's mouth and his thrusts picked up speed. They humped and ground against each other in time with a rhythm neither was even aware of. Vegeta dug his fingers into Kakarot's back, digging shallow furrows and scraping the skin. Kakarot clung to him, crushing him with his cast arm and raking his good hand up and down Vegeta's back.

Vegeta pulled away first, his breathing erratic, his eye wild. A thin thread of spit connected their mouths and they both paused in their humping to stare at each other. Kakarot's eyes were cloudy, his expression sleepy, but hungry. Vegeta could barely see himself in those eyes, the look on his face almost exactly the same. His whole body was wracked with a tremor and he reached for his erection, desperate for release. Kakarot's hand closed over his and Vegeta glared at him. Kakarot leaned in close, his mouth pressed into Vegeta's ear.

"Hold up- let me… Lemme do it. You do me- we'll cum together," Kakarot whispered, nipping Vegeta's lobe before leaning back and meeting his gaze.

Vegeta flushed and looked away, anywhere but into those huge, honest eyes. He nodded. Kakarot sighed, a long, shuddering, satisfied sound. He spit into his palm, smiling at the face Vegeta must have made and nodded at Vegeta to, apparently, do the same. Vegeta wondered if the action was some disgusting Earth custom. He watched as Kakarot reached under Vegeta's robe and slowly snaked his wet fingers around the other man's length. Vegeta fell forward and shouted into Kakarot's shoulder, the sensation alone almost enough to bring him to climax. He bit Kakarot's shoulder and groped around the other Saiyan's covering, growling his victory as his hand found Kakarot's dick.

"You gotta," Kakarot rasped, then swallowed and started again. "You gotta get your hand wet. Goes better if it's wet."

Vegeta managed a sound that fell somewhere between a moan and a growl but reluctantly removed his hand and complied. He was on the verge of saying something, a retort of some kind, but Kakarot was moving again and all thoughts that weren't about cocks and hands left him. He pawed at Kakarot's robe, sliding his hand under and inside and claiming the other man's shaft.

They started slow, massaging, teasing and jerking each other until they found a rhythm.

Vegeta tilted his head up and pressed his lips to Kakarot's again, twisting his head as he ground his hips into the taller's fist. Kakarot kissed him back, their tongues moving in time with their hands and hips. Kakarot could only use one hand, though, and Vegeta grinned against his mouth as his other arm crept under the gown to fondle Kakarot's balls. The sound Kakarot made was enough to send Vegeta over the edge- he came hard in the other's hand, screaming into Kakarot's mouth. Kakarot followed a second behind, his hips twitching with aftershocks.

They collapsed on each other, a tangle of arms and legs, faces close, noses touching, bodies heaving. Vegeta brought a sticky hand up to his face and stared at it, turning it back and forth. Kakarot slid his hand off of Vegeta's dick and caught the hand the other was studying. He linked their fingers together and leaned forward, running his tongue along both hands. Vegeta shuddered, moving in to taste, as well. They cleaned their hands, kissing when their faces met, until all traces of cum were gone. Kakarot smoothed the joined hands along Vegeta's jaw, staring at him as though seeing him for the first time, his eyes wide with wonder… and that something else Vegeta still couldn't identify.

"…What," Vegeta started, but had to clear his throat and moisten his lips. "What is… that look. Why are you looking at me like that?"

Kakarot smiled and kissed the back of Vegeta's hand.

"…I think I'm in love with you."