(("Sing to me of the man, Muse, the man of twists and turns."

That was the inspiration for the title of this story. It's the first line in the Greek epic "The Odyssey" by Homer, and I just thought it fit pretty well with the way Goku is in NIAMY. You can read this without reading NIAMY, in any case, it can stand pretty well on its own. I've never written a mirror-fic before, and this will surely be an adventure; the story of Not In A Million Years, entirely from Goku's perspective.

Even though it's the same story and I've written side-stories for it before, I will try my best to make it different and new to the reader. Enjoy!

-Shinsun))

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Twists And Turns

Chapter 1

He was breathing in my ear. My eyes slipped closed and I exhaled shakily as I thrust into him, the hot pressure of him cloaking my aching desire in wonderful heat that made every inch of my skin break out in sweat.

"Vegeta," I whispered, my voice obstructed by the rough panting issuing from my mouth with each driving movement of my hips grinding against his. A low moan shuddered from his throat and he arched against me, drawing me even deeper within him. Shreds of color were flashing before my eyes as a pressure built in my lower region, even as I pounded into the warm, muscled body beneath me. His lips ghosted over my shoulder and neck, and I threw my head back and...

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...and came so hard I woke myself up. I covered my mouth with a fist to mute the groan of release clawing at my throat, grasping my pulsating cock with my other hand to stem the flow of hot seed. My heart was beating so hard and fast that I could feel it in the base of my skull.

Once I recovered, I slowly looked over my shoulder, holding my breath as my gaze landed on my wife beside me. Her eyes were closed, her face relaxed in sleep; completely oblivious to her husband who still trembled and sweated with the aftershock of extreme climax.

I sighed with something that fell between relief and shame. That was the third time this week... or maybe the fourth, I might have lost count. I sat up slowly and ran my fingers through my sweat-dampened hair in frustration. Damn you, Vegeta...

The alarm clock beside me winked in the darkness. It was two in the morning. Deciding that any further attempt at sleep would be futile, I stealthily slid out of bed so as not to wake ChiChi and left the room in a gait that was almost predatory in its stalking silence.

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Cold water cascaded down my back and shoulders. I contained a shiver as I stood there in the shower, washing away the sticky evidence and the memories of the vivid dream; cursing Vegeta under my breath. I hadn't seen him in over a week, and our last encounter had been rather... thoughtless. I remembered how he'd come to me in a haze, how he'd smelled like a drug, irresistible; how he'd demanded... begged...

I scowled and let the spray of cold water drench me again. Not cold enough. I wished I could just forget the whole thing, but it was burned into my mind. I felt like the prince was taunting me, knowing how he'd affected me and manipulated me had probably been a huge boost to his already overinflated ego, even if he hadn't been dominant at the time.

Even the fact that I was so angry about it seemed unnatural, considering my reputation as a peacemaker and a generally happy person. In the past, I may have regretted doing what I had once I came back to myself, but it would be the knowledge that I'd cheated on my wife that caused the regret. That fact barely crossed my mind now, and the worst part was... I'd begun questioning whether I did even regret it. Regardless, I was angry. And that wasn't normal for me.

And yet, for some odd reason I could never quite explain, the anger came so easily, and I admit I willingly submersed myself in it. It was almost comforting, but it sure did a number on my niche in the group of friends and family that surrounded me.

A sigh hissed between my lips and I opened my eyes, the lashes dripping with cold liquid that spattered down my cheeks from the streaming showerhead. I remembered when Krillin had come to visit a few days ago, and that I had been startled by the fact that I looked at him and thought him inferior quite suddenly. Like I was some deity or lord and he was beneath my notice. A very foreign idea to me. I'd always considered my friends my equals, even if they couldn't measure up to my level of strength in the slightest. I'd never thought of looking down on them.

But that didn't erase the fact that I had.

And then there was my family. My blood relations. Those who were closer to me than any of my acquired friends. I can't say that the same feeling of superiority crossed me when I looked at them – to my relief – but... neither can I say that nothing had changed between us – mostly because of a change in me - since the incident with Vegeta.

"Incident". I almost laughed at the word. I was afraid to admit what had happened that day, even mentally. I had the means to describe it upside-down and backwards, thanks to Roshi's vast knowledge of perverse endeavors rubbing off on me early-on in my youth... but that didn't mean I had the courage to say that I had had sex with Vegeta.

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"Is that all you've got, Kakarot?" Vegeta taunted, dodging my attack and darting in to deliver his own. I hadn't seen him since the day I'd gotten closer to him than I ever thought I would, and yet he'd jumped into a sparring session with his usual savage enthusiasm, as if nothing had changed.

But something had changed. I had changed.

I was eager for the spar as well, glad to vent off my frustration on the person who deserved it from me the most. After all, it was his fault I had become so different, wasn't it? ...Or was it my own?

I faltered slightly and took the ki blast he aimed at me head-on, my loose gi shirt smoldering and receding as the flames ate a hole in it.

I noticed Vegeta's eyes on me. Probably patiently waiting for me to retaliate. I couldn't hold in a smirk, anticipating the fight with Saiyan exuberance. I met the prince's gaze and read the uncertainty there, though I was unsure of the cause.

"Something wrong, Vegeta?" I said coolly.

His teeth clenched in a snarl and he attacked again. I dropped into a battle stance as well and dodged to the side, flinching slightly as he came up from behind and locked my arms behind my back. I almost growled at him warningly, detesting the feeling of being vulnerable. This was an unusual response for me, usually I'd just bear with him and go through the spar in complete tandem with his movements. I didn't tend to resist much.

I was aware suddenly that Vegeta hadn't moved away or made a move to attack, he was watching me, drawing closer ever so slowly, a look on his face that I'd seen before, just once.

"Vegeta," I said shortly. The prince blinked, but didn't move away. I didn't like the glint in his eye, nor the way he'd positioned my wrists in his grip; as if holding me captive.

"Vegeta, let go," I commanded, slipping my wrists out of his hands and turning to face him. He was watching me still, his eyes teal in Super Saiyan, as mine were, as we always were when we sparred.

I studied his gaze, anger spiking in me again as I read the desire there. No! He has no right to desire me! After what he's done to me... He turned me into an animal, and I won't let him turn me into something worse.

Tension made my movements rough as I shoved him away from me, afraid if he got too close I would not be able to stop him... or rather, to stop myself.

"No, Vegeta." I crossed my arms over my chest, refusing to fall prey to him again. Once was more than enough to teach me.

"Kakarot," he prompted, looking nervously hopeful.

Dammit, now he just thinks he can demand it any time he wants. I wasn't even... I didn't even... I wasn't myself then... and I'm definitely not myself now.

"No." I said bluntly.

"But... that time -" he protested, and I could see the conflict scrawled on his face. As if he didn't understand how I could not want him after that one time.

Oh, but I wanted him. I wanted to let go of myself again and give into the savagery that crawled beneath my skin. But I wouldn't. I would not let myself become a monster any more than I already was. And I would not give Vegeta that kind of power over me.

"We both swore not to speak of it again," Not in so many words, but there had been a silent consensus that we would keep the incident secret, "It was a one-time thing. Just forget it."

Forget it. I wished I could take my own advice.

I was a little surprised that Vegeta was even asking what he was asking. I would think, with his princely nature and pride, he would refuse to admit it had even happened in the first place and would have sneered at me if I brought it up.

But now he was bringing it up. I usually didn't refuse to do something unless it hurt or endangered someone or something. And I hadn't hurt anything when I'd taken Vegeta before... except maybe my sanity.

Thoroughly wrong-footed, I looked at Vegeta and decided I could not stay in his presence anymore. I needed to think.

"Just go, Vegeta. I can't do this right now." My voice sounded flat and tense, the only indication of my internal conflict.

And Vegeta complied without a word, leaving without a parting glance and streaking away. I wondered why he'd done as I said, and so hurriedly. As if I made him nervous.

But that would be stupid. Vegeta wasn't nervous around anyone. Least of all his "third-class rival".

I sighed quietly, wishing I could just take the entire thing back. Things were so much easier before.

TBC