Top Of The World
Chapter 2
((….sorry for not updating in a while I got a little sidetracked with finishing LHNC, but hopefully I'll be writing new chapters more often now.))
Night fell. It was hard to tell that it was night in Otherworld – the time was really screwed up and it didn't get dark like it did on Earth – but once the last of the Kais was asleep, Goku silently got to his feet from his feigned sleep and tiptoed to the end of Snake Way, where he perched for a few moments; contemplating the decision he was about to make.
As he predicted, there was no sign of Vegeta. Wondering if the older Saiyan was standing him up on purpose night after night, Goku tracked down his ki signature and found the prince right where he had expected to find him. At Capsule Corp. The young Saiyan closed his eyes, and an image of the prince rose behind his eyelids.
Vegeta was sitting on the edge of his bed, his dark tail ticking against the side of the bedframe; seeming lost in thought. The dent of a frown between the prince's eyebrows spoke of his unease and frustration, but it was hard for Goku to tell what was on his mind just by looking at his face. Opening his eyes with a sigh, he stood and placed two fingers to his own forehead. The only way he'd find out was if he asked the prince directly; but if he someone – alive or otherwise - caught him in the world of the living…. He didn't want to think about what would happen; he knew it wouldn't be good.
He reappeared a few feet away from the prince, and took a moment to appreciate the fact that he'd actually IT'd to Earth. It didn't seem possible, but who was he to question such things when he had more…. pressing matters on his mind?
Vegeta jumped - not surprisingly - and his jaw nearly hit the floor as his eyes snapped to Goku.
"K-Kakarot?" he yelped, getting to his feet in a rush.
Goku smiled genuinely, "Hey Vegeta,"
The prince regained his poise in a matter of seconds and crossed his arms over his chest.
"What, pray tell, do you think you're doing?"
That caught Goku a little off guard; he hadn't known what he'd expected, but nearly all of the scenarios he'd imagined involved the prince being overjoyed to see him. He frowned a little.
"C-coming to see you," he said hastily, shaking his blonde bangs out of his eyes, "Is there something wrong with that?"
Vegeta's coal eyes narrowed a fraction of an inch. He contemplated spitting out a scornful 'yes' and shooing the younger Saiyan away; but then some of the tension and surprise eased and he smirked tightly.
"No," he said simply, "Not at all." In fact, he'd been trying to get to Otherworld for the past month or so to see Kakarot, but someone was always there, in his way, asking where he was going. Come to think of it, tonight was one of the first nights he'd been free in a long time. He wondered absently how Kakarot had guessed.
Goku was relieved. For a moment he'd thought Vegeta was mad at him.
"Since you've come to my bedroom instead of me going to Otherworld, we may have to skip the spar," The prince went on casually, his tail flicking suggestively, "Besides, it's been too long."
Goku nodded assent. It had been far too long. Vegeta's tail stilled; Goku's only warning before the prince tackled him and attacked his mouth, pinning him to the bed almost desperately.
Responding eagerly, Goku let his lips part and the prince's velvet tongue snaked inside, caressing his own as the older Saiyan gave a soft moan of appreciation; plundering deeper and crushing Goku's body closer to his.
"Gods," the prince breathed into Goku's mouth, "I've missed this. I've missed you, Kakarot."
Goku blinked. He hadn't expected that from the Saiyan prince who usually didn't give a damn about other people. Maybe this relationship, however secretive and forbidden, was having a positive effect on Vegeta.
The prince's mouth left Goku's and travelled to the healing scar on his neck. Goku tensed in anticipation, waiting for Vegeta to bite him; but the prince just ran his tongue over the mark, making the sensitive flesh tingle. Vegeta continued to lick and kiss Goku's throat; his hands moving from the bed to shed his own clothing quickly.
Something occurred to Goku and he asked breathlessly, "W-what if we're caught? Is Bulma home?"
"You think I haven't already thought of that?" Vegeta said quickly, unbuttoning Goku's shirt – complete with collar to hide his scar - with fumbling fingers, "No, the woman's away for the weekend on a business trip. And Trunks is over at your brat's place."
Goku relaxed and let his golden tail loop around the prince's darker one, brushing the sensitive fur together. He was rewarded with said prince's breath hitching, and suddenly Vegeta's mouth was on his neck, sucking on the bite mark for a moment before breaking the skin with his teeth.
The sensation was hard to describe for Goku. It was like…. like he was home again, like he was complete. Blood rushed into Vegeta's mouth and the prince groaned appreciatively, pressing his mouth harder to the source of the flow. Through the wave of pleasure crashing over him, Goku wondered almost wistfully what it tasted like, what it was like to be on the receiving end; he assumed he'd never know. Vegeta was dominant; so only he was allowed to bite.
Kakarot tasted amazing. The rich, red flow of blood flooding Vegeta's mouth was the sweetest, wildest, most forbidden taste he'd ever indulged in. It was hot and thick and Saiyan; and Vegeta simply couldn't get enough. Kakarot's fingers tangled in his hair as the prince sucked on his neck, the younger Saiyan was practically begging him not to stop. He couldn't help wondering what it was felt like to be bitten; did it hurt? Surely it mustn't, or Kakarot wouldn't seem to enjoy it so much. He shook off the thought; he'd never know anyway.
Goku's fingers left Vegeta's mane of dark hair and travelled to the waist of his own jeans. He slid the pants down to his ankles in one fluid motion, kicking them off and wrapping his legs around the prince's waist; encouraging him. Vegeta didn't hesitate and he penetrated his mate with reckless ferocity. Pain and pleasure mingled deliciously and Goku let out a primal sound of approval, shivering beneath his prince.
The prince's thrusts were slow and driving; but were by no means gentle. His teeth sunk deeper in his mate's neck, increasing the flow of blood as he pounded into the younger Saiyan. Sweat and blood ran together in rivers, the two Saiyans a tangle of limbs, until at last – after much snarling and frantic thrusting – they reached completion together and came in unison, then they collapsed against each other, exhausted.
Goku traced a lazy design on his mate's shoulder, marveling at the moonlit, bronze skin beneath his fingers. He wished he could stay longer, but he needed to return to Otherworld before the angels realized he was gone. He slid out from underneath Vegeta, apologizing with his green eyes, and pulled his jeans back on reluctantly.
"Kakarot?" Vegeta prompted eventually, there was something very like hope in his voice.
"Hmm?" Goku asked, slipping his shirt over his shoulders and buttoning it deftly.
"When will I see you again?"
Goku faltered on the second to last button, thinking of something he could say.
"I'll come to you, when I know you're alone." He said eventually, "Next time we'll find a clearing where we can spar."
Vegeta nodded distantly, leaning back against his pillows and folding his arms behind his head.
"Promise me something?" the prince asked the ceiling.
Goku tilted his head to one side. What did Vegeta want from him?
The prince's eyes met his for a moment, "Promise not to make me wait so long again."
The younger Saiyan hesitated, then nodded vigorously, "I promise," he flipped up his shirt collar to hide the newly opened bite mark on his neck and waved a hand in farewell before putting two fingers to his forehead and vanishing.
He reappeared in King Yemma's office; as he had followed the giant's ki signal in order to return – Yemma was one of the only people in Otherworld that wasn't dead and actually had a ki signal.
Sneaking past the slumbering red giant, Goku paused before clambering up onto Snake Way. He gazed down the million mile long path; taking a deep breath.
He had a long way to run before dawn.
TBC
Vegeta: *sigh* Now I have to put up with the woman's yapping until Kakarot comes back.
Goku: Is she really that bad?
Vegeta: *glares murderously* She makes your wife look like an angel, Kakarot.
Goku: Okay then… well, can't talk, gotta run! *starts dashing down Snake Way with inhuman speed*
King Yemma: Hmm, I could've sworn Goku was here a second ago…. I must be imagining things…..