author: FireCracker updated 3/23/09
(Italic copy bordered by_underscore_)
Archive? You'd better.
Pairing Goku/Vegeta/Trunks
A/U -Sequel to GOLDEN DREAMS. Trunks made the first move. Now Vegeta
makes his.
DARK NIGHTMARES
Goku awakened on an island of gleaming flowers. The air was thick and fragrant with sweet blooms. Gentle breezes swayed bright trees. A golden sea surrounded the shoreline, stretching indefinitely in all directions.
He looked up at amber skies. Oh no...it can't be...
Sensing something, he turned. A distant figure approached him from across the field of dreams.
Is that...Trunks?
Goku could only stare at the vision of beauty appoaching him. Trunks looked like some unearthly elfin fantasy, enormous blue eyes bright. His clothing seemed to capture light itself as he moved forward. Pale hair shimmered in the wind, nearly iridescent.
Goku stared down at his own state of...dress. To say the least, his outfit was out of place in a golden realm of tranquility. An open leather vest with eyelets and laces across his chest revealed shapely pecs. Black body mesh covered his lower torso beneath leather strips banding his thighs and ass . A gleaming stud collar graced his neck. The look was topped off with arm sleeves and knee high boots. Goku let out a stream of curses as his tail puffed.
Kami!! I look like a male whore!! Freaking idiot...
He glowered dangerously as Trunks approached, tail lashing.
Trunks couldn't help but smile at the sight in appreciation. He has no idea...how delicious he looks.
"You'd better have an explanation for this, Trunks!" Goku snapped.
Trunks slowed a few feet away. "I wanted to impress you."
"By having me look like this?! Goku held his arms out for emphasis.
Trunks moved forward, slipping his arms around the hot flesh. Goku gasped.
"Of course. Aren't you more curious as to why you're here?"
Goku blinked, taken aback. Why wasn't that the first thing on my mind?
Soft blue eyes bored into him. "I wanted to make a pleasant place for us, more comfortable than the first time."
Goku found his resolve weakening. Trunks was like a dream given flesh, his beautiful face open and loving. And that lovely pale hair still smelled like fresh blooms...
Baka! Remember where you are.
Goku gently disentangled himself. "I warned you about the traps of this place, Trunks!"
Trunks nodded. "True, but dreams aren't motivating me now."
"Are you crazy?" dark eyes were incredulous. "What's the reasoning here?!"
"I just...need you so much." soft voice.
Goku shut his eyes. No, I won't look. "Trunks, we've been through all this. I can't allow myself to get involved in another relationship."
The fragrant mop of hair rested against his cheek. Goku opened his eyes, desperately seeking a way to make him understand.
He feels too good. He smells too good. I can't deal with this now.
"Love you, Goku. With all my heart." soft lips whispered in his ear, brushing his jaw.
"Trunks, please."
"We don't have to do anything. If you like I'll even be quiet. But I want you with me, at least for the time being."
Goku tried to stifle a purr but failed. Damn instincts.
As if on cue Trunks purred in response, slipping his fingers under the leather strips on his thighs. Strong hands massaged over the body mesh.
Goku felt heat wash to his groin. Saiyan blood was betraying him once again, and at this rate he wouldn't last long. He had to do something, fast.
"I want to return home, Trunks. If you respect me at all you'll let me go."
Trunks pulled back a little, smiling sadly. "All right. But I have a small price."
Goku stared. "Price?!"
"You have to admit how you feel about me, and I mean completely. Then I will let you go. Agreed?"
Goku sensed a trap, yet saw no other way out. "If this is a trick-"
"No tricks."
"Agreed, but I have a question myself."
"And that is?"
"Why the hell am I dressed like this? Your imagination...this is something I'd expect more from..." he caught himself.
Trunks smiled knowingly. "My father? Perhaps I'm not so different after all."
"Who said anything about your father? I still won't discuss Vegeta."
Trunk's features hardened. "You don't have to. I'll confront him in due time, Goku."
The tall saiyan gawked. "What do you mean?"
Trunks backed up a bit. "Just abiding by an agreement."
Dark eyes narrowed on the demi-saiyan. A suspicion formed in Goku's mind.
"You think to issue...a challenge?"
"I didn't say that. Now let's get back to our agreement."
"I'll let that go for now, Trunks."
"I have no fear of fire" blue eyes burned into Goku with meaning.
Goku was losing it. Taunted and tempted at every turn he exploded, grabbing the demi-saiyan and shaking him hard.
"It would be so easy to lose myself." he growled roughly, almost to himself. Trunks only looked into his eyes and purred.
"You're amazing, Goku" Trunks whispered. "So gentle and yet...so strong" he leaned forward.
Goku lowered his eyes, sensing the heat radiating between them. They pressed noses.
"So tell me." Trunks purred again. "What you feel."
Goku didn't answer immediately. His senses were going into hyperdrive, and he didn't trust his voice.
Trunks used the opportunity to extract an answer. Strong hands massaged the perfect ass erotically, kneading and squeezing. The texture of skin against mesh was electric.
Goku groaned. It took every shred of control not to just throw Trunks down and take him right there.
A lick in his ear. "Your strength, Goku. I felt it when we first met."
"Trunks...this is madness." Goku leaned against his cheek.
"I know you don't love me. But if there's any kind of chance...I need to know what you think."
Goku held the sweet face in both hands. "I think...I may be in trouble." he admitted for the first time.
Trunks felt his heart skip. Sparkling blue eyes went wide in astonishment, wonder.
"Are you saying that...that..."
Goku felt his resistance fade rapidly. "I...you have a special place in my heart, Trunks."
Luminous orbs were on him. "And what. Tell me!!" Trunks panted, wild now.
Goku closed his eyes against a hidden truth. "Part of me...could love you."
Trunks rasped, heaving as his heart stumbled. "Is it the same as your other loves?"
Black eyes bored into him. "No. I only have one."
Blue eyes narrowed. "Then you lied earlier."
Goku sighed, glad for a moment of respite from his hormones. "When did I ever lie to you? I never led you on or made promises."
Trunks nodded. "I guess not. But I know you could love me."
Goku growled, resisting the thought. "I admit that. But even if I did..."
Trunks rubbed his arms. "You already do, a little. I understand, don't you see? I only wish...to be a part of your life!"
"Kami! Trunks, are you trying to make me insane?!" Goku felt his blood burn, and not from anger. He'd finally reached his limit.
Trunks sensed it. "We're both insane." he whispered, lunging into a kiss.
Desire boiled over, burning away all conscious thought. Trunks tasted the flavor of Goku's lips, running his tongue along them. Goku growled, crushing his mouth passionately. He demanded entry into the taunting mouth, forcing hot tongue past teasing lips. Trunks yielded willingly, his arms encircling the broad back.
Goku pushed for more taste as Trunks moaned and gripped him harder. The kissing became more frenzied as they stroked each other's tails.
Trunks was in heaven. At last. He could feel Goku's burgeoning erection pressing against him, feel an impatient tug pulling him down...
Goku raged out of control, lust fueling his will. Ravaging kisses tore away gleaming fabric, exposing a curved shoulder. Suckling wildly down the smooth throat, he barely paused as fangs moved to bite.
Forgive me, ouji!!
Trunks closed his eyes, passive in rapture. His heart hammered with anticipation. Oh yes, oh yes...I've won!!
Then he sensed something, too late. A fist materialized behind Goku and struck him at the base of the skull.
WHAMM!!!
Trunks stood in open shock, shaken. Goku was on his back, lying unconscious among the blooms.
"What? Who's here?!" Trunks shouted. Out of nowhere his sword materialized in his hand.
"Show yourself." rage fueled his confusion. He burst into Super Saiyan mode. "How dare you interrupt us!!"
A sinister laugh permeated the air behind him. Trunks spun.
"Father?!!" blue eyes blazed in stunned wonder.
Vegeta stood as a statue, clad in his familiar blue and white battle gear. He likewise was in super saiyan mode.
"I dare, boy, because he isn't yours. And you will suffer for this!"
"Hardly. Leave, you aren't welcome here!"
"Hn. You cannot dismiss me." he looked down at the prone figure with appreciation and open lust. His golden aura flared higher.
"Naughty boy." he grinned at Trunks. "It would appear you are more saiyan than you seem, Trunks. You've given me some tasty ideas."
Trunks found his voice. "Back off! Don't touch him, father. Despite your claims, he came here to me!"
Vegeta kneeled down next to Goku. "Shall I show you something?"
Trunks growled. "What are you-"
Vegeta casually straddled the larger saiyan, rolling his groin erotically against the muscled thighs. A golden tail stroked lazily along both legs.
In horrified fascination Trunks stared.
"Get off of him, you freak!!" he brandished his sword high.
Vegeta held out a finger, shaking it. "Now that's a no no. Put your little toy down and watch."
Trunks gawked in disbelief as Goku suddenly reached up and yanked Vegeta down into a deep kiss. His eyes never opened.
"Wha...what??"
Now its my turn to taunt. Vegeta smiled inwardly, enjoying his son's discomfort. He deliberately took his time with the kiss, all the while rolling sensuously against Goku in a full body stroke.
Trunks was redfaced. He hurled his sword, barely missing Vegeta's shoulder. It imbedded into a nearby tree.
Vegeta sat up, licking his lips. "Aah, so delightful. But I think I'd better stop now, or you'll really get a show." he regained his feet.
Trunks moved at him. "This is my time and place with him, father. Return to the real world!"
Vegeta glared. "I shall, but not alone. You've exhausted the last of my patience with this, Trunks. Were you not my son I would've ripped your head off by now."
"What's stopping you?" the demi-saiyan challenged.
"Don't tempt me." Vegeta growled, his eyes like suns. He stooped to pick up Goku.
"What do you think you're doing?!"
"He returns with me. Your challenge is met, boy!" Vegeta took to the air.
"Fight me here then, you coward!!"
"Ha! I fight in the real world, not some half assed dream."
Trunks flew after them. "Bring him back father, or I swear-"
Vegeta looked back as he flew, taunting. "Oh, and don't worry about showing us the way out. We've been here before!!" he laughed mockingly.
Trunks let out a stream of curses as they disappeared to a pinpoint and were gone.
()
"Goku? Goku honey, are you okay?"
"Hah? Ugh."
"Get up already. Do you know it's nearly two in the afternoon! Goten was worried when he couldn't wake you."
Goku rubbed his eyes. Blearily he focused on Chi Chi's concerned face.
"Babe, please don't shout. I feel like ball bearings are loose in my brain."
Chi Chi frowned. "I'm not shouting. Lie still, I'll get you some aspirin."
Good idea. Goku fell back on the bed. He heard Chi Chi continue from the bathroom.
"Honestly Goku, are you going to sleep the day away? I've already cleaned up, fixed breakfast, waxed the floor, pruned the hedges, repaired the-"
Goku held his head. Head hurts too much for instant transmission.
"-painted the outside rail, gone grocery shopping, went to the car wash-"
"Chi Chi, enough!!" Goku couldn't take anymore. "If you want to kill me just put a knife in my head."
Chi Chi clucked, bringing a glass of water and aspirin. "Here, take this. You probably didn't get enough sleep last night."
Goku took the items eagerly. "Thanks."
Dark eyes looked him over. "Are you planning to spar today?"
"Ugh. Maybe. But first I need to eat. I'm starving!"
She ran slender fingers through his thick mop of hair. "All right, I'll fix you something. Come downstairs when you feel better."
"Okay" he watched her leave.
/About time. Now we can talk./
/No we can't!/
/We need to talk./
/Not now I said. My head is killing me!/
/Then listen. Trunks has issued a challenge. I've accepted./
/No! Are you crazy?! He's your son!/
/I warned him prior. It's time to put an end to this nonsense./
/Don't hurt him, Vegeta, or you'll deal with me./
/Oh? And why would that be?/
/How do you plan to explain this to Bulma?/
/Hn. I'll come up with something./
/This is insane. We aren't gladiators in a ring, for Kami's sake!/
/Fool! We are Saiyan!/
/It's a miracle our race existed if everyone solved their problems
this way./
/I gave him every opportunity to back off. He refused./
/You talked before?/
/Last night. He taunted me about our relationship./
/He's got a mouth on him, I'll give him that./
A pause. /What the hell does that mean, Kakarot!/
Goku sighed. /You're too touchy, Vegeta. I only meant that he's
something of a brat at times./
/I should beat you into the ground!/
/You can try. I still don't understand why the hell my head hurts./
/Hn! Maybe you exerted yourself too much tasting my son's charms!/
/Huhhh. I know what I was doing...something hit me from behind./
/How unfortunate./
/Stinking prince...that was you! I could smell you on me./
/I treated you like a whore. You were dressed for it./
/Bakayarou!! Humping bastard!!/
/Hai! And purple hair liked the show./
/There was no show, little Prince./
/You dare call me that? Perhaps I'll let you boil for a month or two. We'll see how the wifey handles it...if you don't tear her apart!/
/You'll crawl begging to my bed first, little Prince. You need it hot and hard, and I don't think you can hold out that long!/
/Pretty smug for a bastard on his back, ne? Hn, you'd have made a fortune in that outfit./
/I hear perversion is a common problem in royal bloodlines. Something about all that inbreeding.../
/No account mongrel!/
/Bite me, Vegeta. Now get out of my head, I've better things to do./
Goku closed down the kata link. Enough of that nonsense.
The dark saiyan stretched, looking out the window at the afternoon sun.
Strange. My headache was gone and I didn't even notice.
()
The challenge was met.
Trunks flew to the agreed place, a remote area of wilderness outside the city limits. He landed on an open mesa covered with mild scrub brush. The surrounding valley was quiet and peaceful.
He waited.
Up in the sky he saw a burst of energy and sensed a familiar ki.
Father. Now this will be resolved, one way or the other.
Vegeta landed a few feet away, clad in full Saiyan armor. A cold smile lit his features.
Trunks stared. What's the deal with all that armor? Intimidation?
"So, Trunks. We'll have our little chat now."
"Indeed we will, father."
Vegeta walked towards his son. "I know you want Kakarot for your mate."
"Not that its any of your buisness, father. I have as much right to pursue him as anyone!"
The saiyan prince laughed. "My, my. Ever so ambitious. Tell me, was that your goal when you first arrived from the future?"
Trunks blinked, taken aback. "I came because I knew his strength could help against the androids. The rest...happened later."
Vegeta stopped, folded his arms. "Yes, I noticed you going damp at the sight of him!"
Trunks flushed red. "It's his decision to make!"
"Not exactly. For you see, I am in the picture. And I don't intend to go anywhere."
Trunks nearly laughed. "Yeah, right. For all your tough talk father, you're on the sidelines like me. He'll never leave Chi Chi!"
Vegeta growled, his expression changing for a moment. "There are reasons...I won't get into with you!"
"Why not? I don't see your status being any better than mine. Do you plan on sneaking around forever?!"
Vegeta stalked closer, clenching his fists. "Fool! If anything, the opposite is true. I'm not any sideline action, that woman is!"
Trunks did laugh then. "Now who's delusional? If what you have is that strong, why not come out in the open, ne?"
"Because of the society on this planet, you little dolt!" Vegeta nearly shouted. "There would be other complications as well."
A pause. "He is a prize, father. Once he's mine, I will shout it to the world."
Vegeta stood in front of him now. "A lovely fantasy, boy. I'll leave you to your dreams, since that's all you'll ever have."
Trunks was smug. "Ha. He's beginning to love me, you know. I'm on his mind quite a bit."
Vegeta growled, feeling his blood pressure boil. Fists clenched at his sides.
"Surprised? Despite his words, he can't turn me away!"
"Hn! I must admit you have a talent for seduction, boy. You've confused him, that's all."
"Odd. I sensed no confusion whenever I turned him on-"
Trunks suddenly found himself lying on his back, staring up at an angry Vegeta. His jaw was sore.
"A love tap, dear son." Vegeta snarled. "I have plenty to give, if you intend on pursuing Kakarot."
Trunks stood, holding his throbbing face. "You've had your one free shot, father. We'll see how this plays out. You aren't the only one who appreciates Goku!"
Dark eyes flickered in confusion. "What? Explain, boy!"
"I'm drawn to him for the same reasons you were. His strength and compassion, his fierce warrior spirit. And the obvious, his beauty."
"Of course he's desirable, fool!"
"Worthy of a Prince, father? You respect power and strength. And deep down, I know you admire him too. At first I thought beating him was just an obsession of yours. Later it became clear...you needed to prove yourself worthy. I felt the same need when I met him!"
Vegeta laughed mockingly. "Why thank you for the analysis, Trunks. A Prince seeking approval from a third class baka?"
"I also wondered that you professed to hate him so much. It made no sense, so I suspected the opposite may have been true."
"Are you finished?"
"Only the best would do for you, father. Only someone stronger than yourself-"
Trunks went skidding on the ground from another sudden blow. Vegeta flew above him, growling.
"Fight or leave. I've had enough of your foolish talk!!"
Trunks bounded up, angry now. "A third class baka that rocks your world!!" he taunted.
Vegeta flew into him like a rocket. They collided, rolling end over end in the dust.
()
The Z warriors flew to the source of the disturbance.
"Man! What the hell's going on?!" Tien shouted at the others.
"Beats the heck out of me" Krillen responded. "It feels like Vegeta and Trunks are really going at it!"
"But why?" Piccolo wondered. "It makes no sense."
"Looks like I'm back from break for all the fun!" Gohan laughed.
"Hey!" Piccolo yelled at him. "Where's Goku?"
Gohan shrugged. "I think he's sleeping at home."
Yamcha shook his head. "You'd think this battle would interest him!"
()
"Goku, why aren't you going?" Master Roshi wanted to know. He stopped by to visit, concerned about the huge ki disturbance detected.
Goku waved him off as he stood by the kitchen window. "It's none of my affair, Master Roshi. If those two want to pound each other senseless that's their buisness."
The aged master shook his head. "Goku, I'm surprised at this reluctance of yours. Based on what I'm sensing, they're going to need your help."
Goku stared out the window. I'd only make things worse...
()
The Z warriors could hardly believe their eyes. It was a clash of titans. Both saiyans rent the air and earth in a deadly duel of dominance. Lightnings crashed in the atmosphere. Debris from trees
and boulders went flying for hundreds of yards.
"They're insane!!" Piccolo shielded his eyes from brilliant ki blasts.
Yamcha staggered against hurricane force winds. "What in kami got all this started? I know they aren't close, but-"
Krillen blinked. "Hey! Didn't it get dark all of a sudden-"
In terror the warriors looked upward. A monstrous boulder descended rapidly, blotting out the sky.
"Heads UP!!" Tien bellowed, as they scattered madly in all directions. The gigantic chunk of stone collided into the earth, making a crater hundreds of yards across.
Gohan flew clear. "Enough of this! Let's find out what the problem is."
"I'm open for suggestions" Piccolo dodged more debris. "But how to get close enough to find out?"
()
And all the while Trunks taunted. He wanted the truth ripped from his father's arrogance.
Ki blast. "Tell me, father! What's it like for you, being held in his strength? You love it, don't you!"
Vegeta launched an attack of energy disks. "Slut. I saw your plan! But you've gone too far this time."
Trunks dodged, throwing up a light shield. "For once you couldn't be strongest. There was never any hate. You always wanted him! Then came love..."
The demi-saiyan yelped as eye beams nearly burned a hole in his shoulder.
Dammit, got to be careful, he almost got me there.
"You think to make me lose control, brat? That pitiful connection you think you have...doesn't begin to compare with me!!"
Energy coruscated around the maddened saiyan prince. Trunks could only stare before shielding his eyes from blinding brilliance. A terrifying thought struck him as Goku's words hit home.
Do you think he'd hurt me?
When it comes to me he would...
()
"Gohan, you and Piccolo have to run interference here, before they kill each other" Tien shouted over deafening peals of thunder.
The namek nodded. "Agreed! I'm going to do a crazy maneuver they won't expect."
"Like what?" Yamcha wanted to know.
"Watch!!" Piccolo flew like a shot into the battle.
()
In terms of power, Trunks could hold his own. But not even he posessed his father's battle skills. Inch by inch Vegeta cut through his defenses, fighting with manic intensity. Rapid fire kicks and
punches were sprayed everywhere, too quick to be seen with the naked eye.
Got to get him off of me...
They had both powered to super saiyan mode. Vegeta's eyes lit with insanity as he pummelled his son.
"You mocked me, taunted me...coveted what's mine...now pay for it!!" he blasted Trunks full in the chest, sending the younger saiyan hurtling into a rock wall.
From a distance, the horrified Z warriors watched.
"Gohan, you've got to interfere! I don't see Piccolo anywhere!" Yamcha shouted.
The dark haired demi-saiyan looked up, pointed. "There! I see his plan now!"
The others stared as well. Krillen's eyes went wide.
"He's nuts! He's not going to..."
The namek dropped like a supersonic missle.
THOOOOOMMMMMM!!
()
"Did you feel that?!" Master Roshi leaped up. "Goku-"
"I'm gone!" the tall saiyan promised. He touched his forehead.
Instant transmission...
()
Vegeta only remembered hurtling into the air. Dizziness assaulted his senses as he crashed into a tree and hung there awkwardly.
Blinking in disbelief he looked about at the ruined landscape.
Nani?! What madness...wait. The namek!
Wild blue eyes narrowed. Piccolo and the others encircled Trunks, who wobbled to his feet.
"Get off of me!" the furious demi-saiyan shouted. "I don't need your help. This is my fight!!"
"Knock it off, Trunks. Whatever's goinng on, it's clear you're in no shape to continue!" Yamcha yelled back.
Vegeta disentagled himself from wild tree branches and floated towards them all.
"Bakas! Why do you interfere? This is saiyan buisness, do you understand?"
"What's that supposed to explain?" Piccolo growled.
"I'm saiyan, and I don't get it either." Gohan snapped. "Now what's this all about, Vegeta? Why are you two trying to destroy each other?"
Vegeta glared coldly. His face was bloodied and bruised. "Punishing a thief. Now stand aside, all of you or face my wrath."
"Jerk!" Krillen shouted. "No matter what disagreement you have with Trunks, surely there's a better way to settle it!"
"Don't worry about it, Krillen" Trunks answered angrily. "I've suffered his so called 'mighty' wrath and still stand."
Tien looked him over. "Trunks, you look awful."
"I'll live."
Vegeta cracked his knuckles. "Oh, more insolence. Well, then. Shall we continue?"
"Don't even think it." Piccolo moved forward.
"Namek, I've never liked you. Don't give me a reason to end your existence!"
"Hah. Not on your best day, Vegeta. Now go home and cool off!"
The saiyan prince laughed. "Fool! I'll only tell you idiots once more...get out of the way!!"
Trunks sensed the sudden ki surge. "No! All of you move, he means it-"
Too late. Vegeta hurled himself at the group like a comet, knocking them aside with relative ease. Shouts of pain permeated the air as bodies flew in all directions. Vegeta paused at the last second to
review his handiwork.
"Now that the debris has been cleared...it's just you and me."
Trunks glared, taking a fighting stance. His left eye was nearly shut. "Go to hell. Now I have an additional reason for pounding you, father!"
"Then I suggest you get help." Vegeta smiled in anticipation of their decisive conclusion.
The scattered z warriors could only watch in stunned wonder at what would happen next.
()
The saiyans hurled themselves into the fray a final time, glowing like golden suns. Blinding light illuminated the skies for miles around, casting the nearby landscape into weird shadow.
Even Gohan anticipated the worst, shielding his eyes from the onslaught. Too stunned to move...
KRAKOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM
White silence was everywhere.
Yamcha tried to stare into the glow. "What's going on?! There was no impact!"
Tien squinted, pointing. "Look...something's in the middle of them. I can sense-"
They all gawked at each other. "GOKU???"
()
The z warriors stared at the stunning development. Both Vegeta and Trunks were stopped in mid flight. Goku stood between them, his arms held out in a silent command of cease. He also was in super saiyan mode.
"What's going on there, Tien?" Krillen crawled to his side.
Gohan shielded his eyes again. "Father's in the middle saying something. I can't make out what it is, though. At least they seem to be listening."
"Crazy!" Yamcha shook his head. "First those two try to kill each other, then that wild flash...now Goku shows up."
Piccolo watched the scene intently. "Maybe he knows why they were fighting in the first place."
()
Trunks couldn't believe what he was seeing. One minute he girded himself for a final assault, and the next Goku appeared from nowhere.
"What?" he landed on his feet.
Vegeta likewise stared in amazement._He halted our flight?! "Kakarot?"
Goku was stern. "Enough, both of you. Are you insane?!"
Trunks found his voice. "But Goku...why are you here?"
"Why? Why do you think, lamebrain? Look around you!"
They did. So caught up were the two in their own private battle they didn't notice the damage they caused.
"Hn." Vegeta looked at the bruised Z warriors a short distance away. "No harm done. Just a few bumps, that's all. What's the big deal?"
Goku still stood between them. Like three suns they blazed with golden fire.
"I''m going to say this once. Both of you reconsider your position and act more rationally. This isn't going to work."
Tien stared. What the hell is he talking about?
Krillen echoed his thoughts. "Someone let me in on the story, please?"
"We're in the middle of a movie" Piccolo concluded.
Yamcha eyed Gohan. "Can you figure this?"
Before Gohan could say anything, Trunks spoke.
"I'm not the one thinking with their other head!"
"Woa!" Krillen gave a sideways look to Yamcha. His friend shrugged, wide eyed.
"Brat." Vegeta shook his fist. "Haven't you been pummelled enough for one day?"
"You don't look so hot yourself!"
"This fight is finished." Goku repeated. "Someway, somehow you'll have to find a solution."
"We're talking in code again." Krillen said to Gohan nearby.
"I can tell it's personal, but what does it all mean?" Gohan replied. "At least they've stopped fighting."
"For now." Piccolo stated. "There seems to be a hidden drama we aren't aware of."
()
"I'll stop fighting if he will" Trunks stated.
Vegeta glared past Goku. "Hn. If certain requirements are met...I see no reason to continue."
Goku gave a half smile. "See? Nothing worth dying over, is it?"
Both Vegeta and Trunks eyed him strangely.
"Trunks, go home and get cleaned up, okay? I'll check in on you later."
Blue eyes went wide in uncertainty. "Yeah, sure." he took off and disappeared.
From a small distance away the Z warriors were confused.
"Well, DUH." Yamcha said sarcastically. "We get banged around trying to stop a death fight, and now Trunks takes off without a word!"
"Yeah, but now what's the deal with Goku and Vegeta? They're just standing there and staring." Tien pointed.
"Odd" Piccolo commented.
()
The two saiyans stared with a thousand words.
/Vegeta, this can't continue./
/I know that./
/He's your son!/
/He forced my hand with his persistance. I resisted this fight initially./
/So what changed?/
/His declaration to make you his. The fact that he expects me to accept defeat. I've always responded poorly to threats./
/I won't have either of you hurt./
/Then you must dissuade him. His actions dictate mine./
The Z warriors were getting frustrated.
"Hey! Earth to super saiyans!!" Piccolo shouted. No response as the pair continued staring.
"Well, if they want to look in each other's eyes all day I've got better things to do!" the namek snapped, before taking off himself.
"What about you, Gohan?" Krillen asked.
"I'll wait a bit, but not much longer. I still have no idea what's going on around here!"
"I'm a member of the club, too."
Nearby, the 'conversation' continued.
/Did you have to accept his challege?/
/Of course. What would you have done?/
A pause. /Accepted./
Vegeta curved a smile. /You may have been raised on earth but you
still have a saiyan's heart./
Goku glanced over at their anxious friends. /We've caused enough curiosity here./
Vegeta followed his eyes. /Hn. Agreed. We must talk later./
Goku nodded briefly. Vegeta flashed another tiny smile before taking off into the atmosphere.
Krillen tapped his feet, annoyed. "Now what the-"
Gohan sniffed. "Well excuse us."
Goku walked over to them, powering down. "Hey, guys."
They looked at each other. "Gee. Someone's decided to speak to us." Tien made a face.
"C'mon, knock it off. You think it's easy breaking up a fight between those two?"
"No, but as you can see we've had an interesting day."
Goku smiled, noting their bumps and bruises. "I see. Well at least everything's cooled off. Where's Piccolo?"
Yamcha pointed skyward. "He took off. That seems to be the thing to do."
Goku coughed. "Yeah, well..."
"Dad, what was all that about? It looked like they wanted to kill each other" Gohan wondered.
"Don't worry, Gohan. It's a personal problem I think they'll work out. Sorry you guys got called out here on a false alarm."
"Who said it was false?" Tien made a gesture. "Vegeta attacked us, for crying out loud!"
"Hm. I'll have to talk to him about that."
()
Trunks endured an awkward coversation with Bulma before retreating upstairs. Wearily he stretched across the bed, too tired to get undressed.
I guess I didn't make too big a fool out of myself. Kami, it's a good thing the others were clueless. But why did Goku stop the fight? What was he trying to say?
Blue eyes widened with hope. Unless...no, I'd better not assume that. But he did say he would visit.
()
Vegeta swallowed a sensu bean in flight, grateful for the respite from prying eyes.
There must be a solution, but I don't see one. Kakarot is mine!
He had no interest in returning to Capsule Corporation immediately.
The boy will be there, and I've seen enough of him for one day. Let Kakarot be his wet nurse.
Altering his course, he flew towards an isolated park.
()
Trunks could blearily hear voices downstairs. But the ki was unmistakeable.
Goku? He's here!
The demi-saiyan strained to sit up. His disheveled purple mop was everywhere, and his left eye had completely shut. Welts and bruises were darkening everywhere under his torn clothing.
Kami, I look like crap. Didn't even have a sensu bean on me...
He had a notion to try for the bathroom, but a sound halted him.
"Trunks?"
The demi-saiyan looked up suddenly. "Goku? Uh, hi."
Dark eyes flickered with a strange light, reviewing injuries. "Sit still. Why didn't you clean up?"
"I...just woke up a minute ago. Couldn't move. I heard you talking downstairs."
Goku sat on the bed, his eyes still roaming. "I tried to calm down Bulma. She's pretty upset with your father right now."
Trunks squinted with his one good eye. "Where is he? My head hurts too much to sense any distance."
"Off somewhere thinking. Believe it or not he wants a resolution to this as well, Trunks."
Trunks looked down. A large hand gently brushed his bruised cheeks, before resting near his swollen eye.
Goku frowned. "That's some balloon you've got there."
Small smile. "Guess I don't look so hot about now."
Dark eyes were intense on him. "You're always beautiful, Trunks."
Blue eyes lifted in astonishment. Does he want to tell me something?
Goku sensed the sudden tide of emotion. "Easy, Trunks. You're in no shape to get too excited."
Trunks nearly grinned. "I'm not sure how you mean that."
Goku looked at him slowly. "Can you get undressed?"
"Wha-what?!"
"Shh." Goku softly kissed his swollen eye. Trunks sat motionless momentarily, then slipped an arm around the tight waist.
Gentle kisses moved across his forehead and over to his other eye. Silken lips brushed.
Trunks felt his pulse overload. He can't mean...did he choose?
"Let me take care of you."
"But...but I don't understand, Goku. Do you want me? I mean..."
Black eyes shone with warmth. "I said I would visit. Based on your condition I'm glad I did."
Trunks swallowed, still not sure he understood completely. "But I'm too sore, and..."
Goku's smile faded. "I'm going to clean you up so you can rest."
Trunks watched the handsome face for clues. Goku's expression was open.
"There something I wanted to tell you."
"What?"
"You were very impressive against Vegeta. He's not accustomed to being challenged in such a manner."
Trunks looked away. "I thought he could kill me with no regret."
Goku gripped his chin. "That isn't true. He didn't even want to fight, but you provoked him. I warned you about his temper."
Blue eyes flashed defiantly. "My blood runs hot, too! I know what I want!"
Goku was calm. "So does he. And it's even worse for him. Did you know saiyans have a rutting cycle?"
Trunks blinked. "Ah, uh...no?!"
"It fluctuates for two weeks. Behavior gets a little psychotic, you know?"
"I knew nothing of this!"
Goku nodded, his expression serious. "Hm. You don't get that?"
"No. Why didn't father tell me about this?"
"I have no idea. It's not a subject that's talked about casually."
Trunks forgot his injuries momentarily. "So tell me about this cycle!"
"Off and on for two weeks, three times a year. Your appetites go off the chart."
"Say what?" Trunks squeaked in disbelief. "That's enough to kill somebody."
"Not a saiyan. But it's exhausting, depleting. A lot of the time it's painful. Most of your time is spent screwing and sleeping. You eat when you can."
Trunks stared in open astonishment. "You...you're kidding, right?"
Goku lifted an eyebrow. "Hardly. And mind you, that's just the rutting cycle. It has nothing to do with your normal desires."
"You'd be doing it inbetween, too? How the hell could anyone survive?"
"I suppose it's an individual thing. If your libido isn't that high you're pretty much okay until the rut hits you. But if you're pretty active anyway, well..."
Trunks held his head. "If I had known all this before I wouldn't have taunted father."
"I know how he responds to challenges, Trunks."
"But...are you saying he's in...heat or something?"
Goku nearly laughed. "Silly. Not yet. Why, are you worried?"
"I don't know" Trunks looked at the dark saiyan suspiciously. "What about you? Why tell me all this now, unless-"
Goku shook his head. "If I were we wouldn't be talking right now. I told you, I'm here to see that you get rest."
Trunks stroked the cleft in his chest, tracing the lines along his ghi shirt. "I have to wonder, though. I just fought a challenge, and now you've come talking about rut."
Goku blinked, startled. He hadn't considered how his actions might be interpreted.
"Tell me, how often a year does this rut happen?" Trunks continued to examine his chest.
Goku grabbed the busy hands running over him. "Like I said, three times. Stress or other factors may add or eliminate a cycle."
Trunks nodded. "Are the cycles spaced out?"
"Usually." Goku said tightly. "Now take off your jacket, Trunks. You need to get out of those bloody clothes."
Trunks winced, easing out of his jacket. It stuck to him from dried blood.
"Easy, hold still." Goku gently lifted his arms up and tugged the offending material free. He reached in his chest pocket.
"What's that?" Trunks wanted to know.
"Open." the dark saiyan pressed something to his lips.
A sensu bean?! Trunks chewed it, instantly feeling better.
"I was tired of looking at that eye." Goku teased. "Now lay back."
Trunks eyed him strangely but complied. Goku unfastened the catch on his pants and pulled them off with one motion.
"Goku." Trunks said wickedly. "Why do I get the feeling you're good at this?"
Dark eyes roamed over him briefly. "I'm going to get a wash basin. Don't move."
Trunks nodded, grinning. He still wants me. Is he about to go into rut? I wonder...
He flexed, feeling some of his strength return. A thought struck him as he listened to water running in the bathroom.
Wait a minute. He said the cycles are usually spaced. Now what would cause a change?
An evil smirk widened his healed face. Oh, Goku. You slipped up telling me that.
He looked himself over. Goku hadn't attempted to remove his tank top or undershorts.
Trunks wiggled out of his remaining clothing. Let' s see what you're
made of, my gorgeous saiyan.
()
Goku walked out with a wash basin and towels. He nearly dropped them. Sprawled nude was Trunks, a picture of scuplted beauty.
"Shimatta!!" he swore loudly, nearly dropping the basin.
Trunks was pleased at the reaction. "Sorry" he said innocently. "I thought it would make more sense if I took off everything. You don't mind, do you?"
Goku approached slowly, his eyes widening in appreciation.
Trunks looked through his lashes. Hai, tempted? I'll make you burn!
Goku flashed his canines ferally. "You never stop playing, do you?"
Trunks casually coiled his tail around himself. "I'm not doing anything."
Goku sat alongside the bed, placing the bin on the night table. "Good. Neither will I."
Trunks felt raw heat rise from Goku's powerful form. Liar. I sense your emotions. You strain to control yourself.
"That's fine, Goku. But I had one other question about the rut."
The dark saiyan didn't turn, dipping towels in cool water. "And that is?"
"Does it automatically start a bond?"
Goku almost laughed.
Trunks was annoyed. "I say something funny?"
Goku blotted a towel across his chest. Trunks gasped at the cool temperature.
"Since when does sex form a permanent attachment?"
"But I thought-"
"Partners can be chosen from necessity to satisfy a physical need only."
"But it's an intimate act."
"So? It doesn't make you close to someone. If the partners aren't compatible they'll wind up hating each other eventually. Too much intensity involved. It's like asking a stranger to save your life
every year. You feel obligated and used."
"Why bother with someone like that then?"
"There may be no one else available. You can die from not finding release, Trunks. The pressures on the mind and body are incredible."
Trunks frowned. "Hmm. Hey!!" he yelped as more cold water hit his skin.
"As I was saying." Goku continued, "those are unusual circumstances. Most partners are chosen, so it's an ideal situation."
Trunks took a dare. "And mates?" he asked seductively.
Goku paused, eyeing him slowly. "Careful." his thick black tail started wagging.
Trunks smiled softly, tracing a finger along Goku's lips. "I'm better now. You've taken care of me. Now let me take care of you."
Goku stared in disbelief, the towel slipping from his hands. Trunks licked his lips slowly. And then he felt the surge.
Powerful hands gripped his biceps as Goku abruptly burst into super saiyan mode. Trunks smiled in satisfaction, raising his own power as well. Golden and gleaming, they stared at each other.
Goku kissed him hard before pulling back. "Oh, you're good, Trunks." he smirked. "I admit that."
Trunks gazed into equally wild eyes. "You're close, aren't you! Is that what you tried to tell me? It can be triggered!"
Goku growled at him. "I wouldn't come to you for that. It would be impossible."
"Why!!"
"Because I have a mate I'm bonded to. Didn't you figure that out by now?!"
Trunks hair surged even higher in rage. "Figure it out? I knew you and father were close! I even suspected you had a full bond. But I had no reason to think you were mates!"
"I'm married, in case you've forgotten. Why do you keep mentioning Vegeta?"
"Stop it! We both know the relationship with Chi Chi is a farce. Your emotions for her can't touch what you feel for father, and I don't need a damned kata link to know that!"
Goku shook him. "Think you have all the answers?"
"I do. That's why father was so vicious in his attack today. The stakes were too high!"
Goku sneered. "You're a big boy, Trunks. If you knew all this, why pursue me?"
"Because I also knew how you felt about me, even before you admitted it."
Goku loosened his grip on muscled arms. "Trunks...there's no point."
"No? I hoped you would reconsider the situation with Chi Chi at least. I knew you'd never give up father."
"That's insane."
"And living with a woman you don't really love is?"
"Don't tell me my feelings again, Trunks. I do love my wife."
Trunks sighed, powering down. "Like a sister or a friend. I know you still have Goten to consider."
Goku powered down as well. "Emotional senses can lead you falsely. Don't depend on them too much."
"I know what I'm talking about here. Can you look at me and say Chi Chi sets you on fire?"
"She's a beautiful lady, Trunks. I married her."
Trunks looked at Goku with new insight. "When I researched this time, I learned everything I could about you."
"I noticed."
"I know you got married really young. She extracted a promise from you?"
Goku grinned fondly. "A cute trick, really. I didn't have a clue she wanted me to propose."
"I like her." Trunks admitted. "And she is pretty-"
"I wouldn't have two sons if I didn't want her, Trunks. You're being ridiculous."
"I'm not. You may think of her fondly...but it's father who turns you inside out."
Black eyes narrowed in silence.
The demi-saiyan took his hands. "Could you tell me something...as a favor?"
The dark head tilted in curiosity. "Like?"
Trunks took a deep breath. "I know you don't want to talk about father, but...I need to know...how did the two of you hook up? I mean, you seemed to be enemies all the time."
Goku was distant. "We were. He actually wanted me to join him in conquest at first. When I turned him down he didn't take it too well. As you know he tried to kill me several times."
Trunks whistled. "It all just seems so hard to believe now."
Goku smiled a little. "Fate has a strange sense of humor. But through it all we endured a wide range of experiences together. And as I got to know him underneath, the relationship blossomed. We always had a connection, a 'thing' if you will. Even when we fought, it was there."
"What changed it all?"
"We were coming back from Namek in a space pod. It was a long, boring flight, so I asked Vegeta about our homeworld. We talked for hours on end, actually. I think he really warmed to me by that time. Anyway, he brought out some really good wine. We laughed and talked some more-"
"Father actually laughed?"
Goku chuckled. "Yeah, the wine loosened him up. He kept calling me a 'hard headed baka'. But I knew then that he liked me."
Trunks was fascinated. "Something happened." it wasn't a question.
"Yeah. The feelings we had... just exploded to the surface. And we knew."
"Did you bond then?"
"I felt the impulse, but Vegeta asked me how old I was."
"You were too young?"
"I was barely 21. Vegeta asked me if I had ever rutted. I thought he was crazy for even asking."
"It hadn't happened for you?"
"Not then, and I'd already been married for about four years. Your father was concerned about that."
"Why?"
"Because he told me my first one would hit me within a year. Naturally I was concerned for my marriage. I was terrified of injuring Chi Chi, and my options were limited."
Blue eyes narrowed. "I think I know where this is going-"
"Your father explained his own rut cycle to me. I found the entire conversation fascinating-"
"You would, perv." Trunks smirked.
"Look who's talking. Vegeta asked to be my partner when I was ready. I agreed."
Trunks abruptly pulled a bedsheet around himself. "I see. So this was all about need."
Goku gave a wicked smile. "Think so? After I agreed, we had dinner and more wine."
"Sounds like a cold agreement to me." Trunks was indifferent.
"Hardly. The Prince of Vegetaseii doesn't offer himself to just anyone. I won his royal heart and was well rewarded. Four raunchy days in paradise!"
Trunks blushed red. "Y-you mean for four straight days, you..."
Goku laughed, flashing his canines. "Hai! You wanted to know, now you know. We sealed our promise the best way possible!"
"So you did bond, then!" Trunks felt a stab of jealousy.
Goku twirled his finger mischeviously. "We were smoking. Nappa tried. Radditz tried. Losers! I'm the one who got the gold!"
Trunks snorted. "But I don't get it...you weren't cozy when you landed back on earth. Everyone saw the animosity!"
"A necessary acting job, Trunks. Did you expect us to leap from the pod holding hands?"
Trunks shook his head. "But this doesn't change your feelings for me."
"No." Goku admitted quietly. "I have no idea what to do with you."
Trunks lifted the sheet from his body. "I can think of a few things!" hot eyes lifted.
Goku curved his lips. "Hai, sexy purple hair. The reality is more appealing than the dream."
Trunks tickled the dark tail, ruffling it. Goku stood abruptly, an idea forming on his features.
Trunks was startled. "What? Why did you jump up like that-"
"I have an idea, Trunks. Why didn't I think of this before?!"
"Wait!"
Too late. Goku had gone.
()
Goku didn't even need to consciously think. He could find Vegeta in his sleep. Soon he blazed across the secluded wood where his mate had gone to think. The tall saiyan was confident his prince would remain brooding for hours. He wasn't disappointed. The familiar figure lay
in the grass, staring at the sky. He cracked a grin. Vegeta had on his famous pink 'badman' shirt.
Goku smiled to himself. Why on earth is he wearing that thing?!
/I like pink. You have a problem with that?/
Goku supressed a laugh as he landed. "Ah, no. Actually you look good in loud colors."
Vegeta turned his head in the grass, quirking a small smile. "Hn. Come lie beside me."
Goku settled in next to his prince. Vegeta frowned.
"You smell like Trunks. Go wash or I won't talk to you."
Goku snorted. "For kami's sake, Vegeta-"
"I'm tired of you coming to me with his scent on you." the handsome features frowned.
"Nothing happened. You know that!"
"Hai, I know. You don't smell like sex. But I know the purple slut tried for it."
"That's why we need to talk." Goku sat up.
Vegeta pointed at the lake. "The water is there."
Goku snorted, walking to the shoreline. "You're impossible!" he pulled off his boots before diving in fully clothed.
Vegeta smiled. Perhaps I just wanted to see you wet.
()
Goku climbed from the lake, shaking and wringing out the orange material of his gi suit. Vegeta watched the wet fabric mold against bulky curves.
"Hn, I like that. I can see everything quite clearly now." black eyes roamed his mate hungrily.
Goku flopped next to him. "Horny fool. You'd better hope I don't get pneumonia!"
Vegeta rubbed his chest slowly. "I will warm you. And now, on to more unpleasant topics."
Goku nodded seriously. "An idea occured to me a short while ago. While not ideal, it may keep everyone from killing each other."
Vegeta sat up, eyes intense. "Go on."
"I thought perhaps I could give Trunks a yante mind touch."
Vegeta glared. "A dangerous gambit, Kakarot. But I also considered it as a possible solution."
Goku looked at him in surprise. "Really? It's a last resort, I know."
Vegeta nodded grimly. "I sense his desire and obssession. Short of killing my own son I can't stop him. And koi, this situation needs to be resolved in the next few days, or there will be tragedy. You know why."
"I know" Goku was solemn. "That's why we need to act now. Do you agree to this?"
"What choice do I have?" Vegeta was agitated. "Just don't involve me in any way."
Goku nodded. "I know. I'll make it the lightest of touches."
The saiyan prince smiled a little. "At least he can't burn. Perhaps there are some advantages to not being full saiyan."
Goku let out a sigh. "Tell me about it."
Vegeta looked him over. "How are you eating?"
"About the same. And you?"
"Slightly off, but nothing to be concerned about yet."
Goku stroked the upsweep of raven hair. "I'd better go home. It's getting late."
Vegeta purred, coiling his tail around his mate's arm. "Not just yet."
A grin. "'Geta, I have to go..."
Vegeta kissed him hard, pressing him down into soft grass.
Goku came up for air. "Vegeta..."
The hot tongue lapped his throat, tickling.
"I ha...have to..."
The hot mouth moved down, sucked his nipples wetly.
"...ga!! go..."
Sharp teeth nipped his belly, razed his thighs.
"Hmm...nnnn...aah!"
That same hot mouth swallowed his balls, sampled their softness.
"yatta...gods, donnntt stoooopppp!"
The hot tongue worked in unison with sweet lips on his cock.
"VEGETAAAAA!!!!"
Vegeta wiped his mouth in satisfaction. "Now what were you babbling about?"
Goku pulled him up by the shirt collar into a crushing kiss.
"Later, badman."
()
Master Roshi enjoyed a good meal. Especially a freebie.
"Heh, I must say, Chi Chi, you're one heck of a cook. Goku's lucky to have you!"
She looked at the kitchen clock. "Well it's nearly nine. I'm just shocked he even missed a meal!"
"He's probably working out with Vegeta somewhere. You know how those two get with their sparring."
Chi Chi laughed. "I'll say. Goku ruins more clothes when the two of them go at it!"
Roshi grinned. "Ah, to be young again. I used to fight like that. Pass those potatoes, please!"
Chi Chi lifted an eyebrow. "I see my husband isn't the only one who can pack a mean plate!"
()
"Mmm."
"Yatta." Vegeta panted as Goku licked his collarbone. They were soaked. The pink badman shirt was plastered and sticky. Vegeta still straddled Goku, unable to move. Strong hands massaged his plump ass.
"Nnn...I think my badman...was very good" Goku murmured, still tasting the salty neck of his prince.
Vegeta purred at the massage on his backside. His tail coiled around Goku's forearm. "Hn. You'll pay for this in about a week or so, Kakarot."
He yelped as a hand slapped his butt hard. "Oh?" Goku purred in his ear. "We'll see who gets what, Prince."
"So we will...haiii!!" a slap on the other ass cheek this time.
"Like that, do you?" Goku's eyes were wicked. He could feel his mate's cock swell against his belly. More stinging slaps brought the saiyan prince to moans.
Vegeta squirmed against his impalement. "Two can play" he rasped, arching and rolling his hips.
Goku rolled his eyes in bliss, his own body responding once more to the tight heat gripping him. Vegeta lifted high on purpose before plunging down and wiggling his hips fiercely. He yanked Goku's tail at the root.
The dark tousled head flew back. "VEGETA!!" he convulsed immediately, clutching the strong back as he emptied into sweet heat. Vegeta cried out above him, his own orgasm triggered as he flooded their bellies once more.
Shivering, they clenched in silence until the sensations subsided. Goku finally tilted his head up. Vegeta pressed their faces together, rubbing noses.
"Odenki teska?" he asked in saiyan, voice soft. "How is your control?"
Goku purred, closing his eyes. "Satisfactory for now. But I know why you ask."
Vegeta wrapped his arms around his mate tightly. "I'll speak to Trunks first thing in the morning."
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking, Vegeta?"
A nod. "Probably. My son has triggered us before our normal time..."
Goku shook his head. "No, I told you. I'm still eating normally-"
"When did you last eat? It has to be nearly ten by now, the moon is high overhead."
Stunned, Goku thought hard. "Shimatta! You're right. And I hadn't even thought of food all day. I ate this afternoon, but that's been it since yesterday."
Vegeta growled. "I have no idea how much time we have."
"Nothing's ever triggered you early?"
Vegeta thought a moment. "My third time, I think. Nappa was stressing me about being his mate."
Goku snorted in disgust. "You mean...you were with that ugly brute?"
Vegeta's eyes hardened to flint. "Hn! There was no one else available...Radditz was battling you at the time-"
"You preferred Radditz?!" Goku growled, teeth sharp and prominent. His tail puffed and straightened.
"Kakarot!" Vegeta hissed. "Listen to me. Nappa was convenient, and I was sick of his half assed whining."
Goku calmed somewhat. "He begged that much, huh?"
"It was pathetic. If I told him to lay down like a dog he'd do it. So I told him!" Vegeta grinned wolfishly.
Goku growled. His tail twitched nervously.
"Besides." Vegeta added. "I had no intention of dying for no reason."
"What about Radditz!!" Goku snapped, tail lashing wildly.
Vegeta grabbed his tail and held it still. "What about him? You know we had some history, this isn't news!"
"Would you have...if he hadn't been on earth at the time?!"
"Probably. He was preferable to Nappa any day."
Goku snarled, his arms tightening around Vegeta. "I dislike that!!"
"Kakarot-"
Black eyes were tinged with insanity. "I'll kill him! Rip his heart out and choke him with it-"
Vegeta swiftly moved, biting Goku in the throat. He sipped slowly.
/Be still, your blood rages. Radditz is dead./
Goku heaved as warmth and pleasure collided with rage. His anger ebbed and dissipated.
Eyes rolled in bliss. "'Geta...sorry. Lost control, didn't see that coming."
Vegeta licked his lips clear. "We never can, unfortuneately. But the warning signs are clear."
Goku breathed slowly, regaining his senses. "Agreed."