Ningen or nekojin?
By The Chichi Slaughter House
This was inspired by a doujinshi that one of my friends sent me and I really enjoyed it, even having ideas for a fic. Neko Vegeta's are my new obsession, so I don't want any flames about 'OMG, are you sick?? Vegeta is a cat!', because he won't ever truly be a cat in my fics. I'm not a fan of animal sex.
Warnings: Uhh…let's see…Vegeta as uke, Goku pov, lemon, romanticishness, swearing maybe and anything else my twisted mind wants to come up with.
Disclaimer: Ugh! I can't believe I forgot to put this in! Bad Slaughter, bad! (cough)
I do not own DBZ, because, sadly, I am not rich. But if I did… (evil laugh) there'd be no more seme Vegeta stuff, because I'd put everyone straight! (shakes fist) ((Don't be offended by this if you support seme Vegeta, this is merely me being an idiot. Thank you.)) The 'put your socks on' is not mine, it is © GogetaJr, I just borrowed it(with permission) because it's funny! I also don't own the Flora Company, or the Pussycat dolls, although that'd be nice… (rubs chin) I don't own the Resolve Company either, though I do have a box of them in my cupboard, lol.
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Chapter seven:
I can't think after they said that. He can't be dying…she just pulled his tail…there's no way that that causes death…no! I grit my teeth and stare at the floor, wanting to see him, but knowing there is little point as he isn't going to be awake yet. They haven't even told me what's wrong! They are supposed to by now! I look up and notice the nurse has gently grasped my hand, leading me into the room with the doctor, seeing his prone form on the bed and biting my lip harshly as they lead me to a seat, my eyes fixed on his body.
"I don't know quite how to say this…" The doctor says, a nervous tone in her voice as she takes my hand, squeezing it. "But…it seems as though his molecular structure is failing…" I swallow. "His cells are dying so quickly that he has a few weeks at most…and at least, he has five days." Giving me a nervous look, she continues. "Is there something you need to tell us about him?" I stay silent. There is nothing that they need to know about him. He is a clone, but that changes nothing. He's dying. At my silence, the doctor gives me a soft gaze. "We'll have to keep him overnight to get a better idea of how fast his cells are dying…it will give a better time scale…" I feel sick as I shake my head, anger overriding rational thought.
"No! I want to take him home!" I get to my feet, but the doctor grabs my arm.
"Sir! Think about what is best for him!" Tearing my arm from her grip, I twist around, feeling ready to kill anyone who comes between me and my 'Geta. I refuse to let him go now.
"Don't you touch me!" I snarl, then move towards the bed, picking him up and moving to exit the room, but she gets in my way, the nurse dialling a number on the phone. "Get out of my way!" I demand, angry. "If there's nothing you can do for him, at least he can be home!" I hear the nurse put the phone down, and the doctor and her share a glance, before the doctor moves out of my way, looking down.
"If that is what you feel is best for him…" I nod and move out of the room, closing the door after me without even saying thank you. I am not in the mood for pleasantries; the person I love is dying, just like all the others. Before anyone who sees me can come and question what I'm doing, I run out of the hospital, clutching 'Geta to my chest tightly. Why does he have to die?? I skid over to my car and buckle him in again, getting into my own seat quickly, not buckling as I speed home, uncaring of whether I get in a crash or get caught by the police.
I keep glancing over at him as I drive, mentally begging him to wake up; say something to me, move…anything…but he doesn't, just laying there as limp as he was when I put him in, my heart beating a mile a minute as I finally reach our home, getting out and getting him out as well. The sky decides to rain and I shudder as I feel the cool spray hit my body, looking down to see it on 'Geta's face, pulling him closer to me as I run towards my house, fumbling with the keys, water on my face, whether it is tears or rain I am not sure.
Finally, I unlock the door and stumble in, moving to lay him on the settee as I go to close the door behind us. I turn around after doing so to just stare at him, not saying a word. Is there even anything to say? Could he hear me if I said something?
…I can't believe he's dying…
This has to be a dream, there's no other explanation. He can't die now, not like this. Not before I tell him how I feel, not before I have sex with him, not before I give him everything he wants and more…
No!
I feel broken as I look at him, and slowly move over to kneel next to him and hold his hand.
Please 'Geta…please don't die…
I press my face against his shoulder, gritting my teeth to fight the broken cry that wanted to escape my mouth; the cry of pain, of loss, helplessness. There is nothing I can do, and I know it. All I can do is pray.
Please…for me…stay…
I don't know how much time has passed before I move my face from his shoulder, a dampness on his clothes and skin indicating that the wetness on my face were tears of despair. I have long since dried up, and yet I can feel the tears as they fall down my cheeks, swallowing to myself. The feeling of helplessness is tearing me apart; the knowledge that there is literally nothing I can do for him only fuelling the fire of self-hatred that I can feel building.
He had been looking a bit ill more and more as time passed, but I never thought to think about it, or take much notice. It was just a paling of the skin and a tired look…but I would have expected that from the recent…turn of events, you could say. But it isn't good enough. This doesn't feel right.
It's not supposed to be like this.
People don't fall in love, then lose it almost immediately! It's not right!
'True love conquers all' they say. I don't see it happening here. But I do love him, I know I do…I can't say this feeling as anything else…nothing else comes close to how I feel…
Biting my lip, I am left at a loss of what to do. I want to wake him up, but I don't know how.
He looks so peaceful in his sleep, but he is pale…oh so very pale…
My hand finds it's way to his forehead and brushes away stray strands of hair from his face, feeling the coolness of his skin, causing my own face to ashen.
He's not…he hasn't…
"'GETA??" The yell from my throat is involuntary as I shake his shoulders, my eyes wide as I haven't the sense to check for a pulse or if he is breathing, panic having overtaken my heart as my mind had connected the coolness and pale skin to death. "'Geta!! 'Geta!!!" Finally, my frenzied efforts pay off as his eyes slowly open, taking in my face and the room as his hand moves to shield his eyes from the glaring light behind me.
Oh 'Geta…
Relief crashes through me and I yank him to my chest, burying my face back into his shoulder, unaware that my force may hurt him as I kiss at his neck and cling to him, muttering nonsensically about how glad I am to know he's alive and how worried I was before I feel how tense he is. Pulling back, I look into his brown gaze, seeing the look of a man who doesn't quite know what is going on, and I am sure my expression softens.
"…How did we get here?" He questions, looking nervously around. "The last thing I remember was me saying that the restaurant we were in wasn't clean…then a lot of pain…" I have the urge to pull him to my chest and never let him go, but instead, I let go, not sure if he is alright…I did grab him pretty hard…
"You passed out." I said quietly, not knowing whether to tell him what's happening to him or not, even though he does need to know… "…My ex wife grabbed and pulled your tail and you collapsed…" Silence reigned between us for a while, then I spoke again. "I scooped you up and took you to the doctors…" I feel like my throat has closed up; I can't say any more. I don't want to say it to him…that would be admitting it were real… His eyes bore into mine with an intensity that unnerves me. He knows I have more to say, he knows that it is something important, and he looks determined to get it out of me. Short of lying, there is nothing I can say… His abused tail coils my wrist, and his hand rests on the side of my face, the gaze changing to an imploring look, my heart beating faster in my chest as I stare at him. He's so beautiful, so loving and caring…
"…What did they say?" Confused, I tilt my head. What…?
"Who…?" Vegeta blinks.
"The doctors…what did they say?" A wave of self-loathing creeps over me for a minute. He must think I'm so stupid right now…
"Uhm…they said…" I fidget. I don't want to tell him he's going to die… "…They said…" Giving up, I pull him to my chest, pressing our lips together harshly, trying to make him forget what he is asking me and give in to my affection for him, the look of shock in his eyes only making me close my own and pull him closer, feeling my thigh between his own and growling softly to myself. Is this really how I want to have sex with him for the first time?? Is it?! Covering up something so important?
I barely notice my body's movements as I struggle with my conscience over what I am doing until I feel myself kissing down his belly, hearing gasps and weak mewls coming from him and freeze, my cheeks suddenly going scarlet as I pull away, shaking as my eyes trail over his needy body, from his feet to his face. Panting, flushed, a strand of hair over his forehead that shouldn't be there, his eyes slowly opening, looking curious…
Gorgeous.
"Ka…Kakarott…" He pants, turning his face to the side, exposing a deep red mark that undoubtedly I left on his skin, his body trembling under me in want. "Please…" Crawling over him, I kiss his lips softly, then turn to plant kisses over his face. I'm shocked when he gently pushes at my shoulders, shaking his head. "Tell me what they said Kakarott…" The excited, flushed look is still on his face, making me want to kiss him, but I pull back and sit up, swallowing, unsure of how to break the news.
"They said…" I pause. His eyes bore into mine accusingly, as if I am the cause of what is wrong, making me tear my gaze away and look down. "T-They said you're dying…" The silence seems to last forever, before I look at his face, a bewildered expression upon it. I continue. "They think you have five days left…at the very minimum…" I'm not sure how he manages to keep looking calm, the confusion disappearing slowly as it sinks in. I see him swallow, but he doesn't say anything, and neither do I. We just stare at each other.
I don't think there is anything to say.
Slowly, he manages to sit up, resting his chin on his clasped-together hands, not looking at me. I'm kneeling on the sofa, leant a little over him as I try to look at his face, nervous and worried that he will think the truth of me; that I am a coward, that I was only so willing to have sex now because he is dying…that it was a kind of distraction… This silence is killing me, but I let it be, wait for him to say something, anything to let me know that he is not mad, that he doesn't mind…
Wordlessly, he leans forward, kissing me, both of his hands resting on my cheeks as he sighs into my mouth, leaving me unsure. He seems really upset… I don't know… Gasping, I find myself underneath him, his body crouched directly over my hips, a shiver rushing through me as his hands find the buttons on my shirt, undoing them slowly, fingertips trailing on my bared skin. I just look up at him pitifully, not sure whether this is what he wants, or whether he is doing this for the same reasons I was a few moments ago…
Looking up into dark eyes, I touch his bare chest, my arm accidentally blocking of his undoing of my buttons, a look of confusion on his face as he tries to nudge my hand away, obviously intent on what he is doing. With a sigh of my own, I willingly move my hand away, letting him do as he pleases. He deserves that, if nothing else. His hands reach the waistband of my jeans and I gasp, face heating as he pulls my shirt out of them and finishes unbuttoning, the determination in his eyes making me nervous.
"Kakarott…" His voice comes out as a purr as he licks my neck, a shyness that I'm not sure I've ever had before making me keep my stillness and moan softly.
"…Vegeta…" Trembling, he pulls back and looks at me, studying my face in a careful way. I blush. "…Are you sure that…this is what you want? Right now…?" I get no reply. "Because we don't have to…I love you…if we're not ready, we'll figure it out…don't feel pressured…don't force yourself…" I see tears building in his eyes and instantly fear I've said something wrong, sitting up, cradling him to my chest. "I'm sorry…it's okay…"
"…Why do you keep pushing me away?" He whispers, his voice muffled, sounding hurt. I blink, confused. I'm not pushing him away at all… "Every time I try to get close…you just make an excuse or move away from me…why…what have I done to deserve this…?" Staying silent, I stroke his hair. I don't know why he's so upset…every time I have moved away, it has been because I don't know what he wants, what's best for him…how can he not know that?
"Vegeta…" I begin, but he cuts me off, tilting his head up and pressing his lips to mine harshly. I gasp as he grabs at my shoulders, then give in and press against him, slowly forcing him to lay back on the settee, my hands wandering over his exposed skin, making him gasp into my mouth and loop his arms around my neck. To my surprise, he lifts his legs and grasps my waist with them, grinding his hips against mine, my own pressing back eagerly, heat rising in my cheeks as I pull back from his mouth, panting. "I won't push you away this time…if you can tell me honestly that this is what you want…" I whisper, my voice sounding so gentle… He looks up at me, trust gleaming in his eyes as he nods his head, pressing closer, his lips an inch away from mine.
"Yes…I want this…" He says quietly, his voice as soft as mine. We both move, and our lips connect, both of us grabbing at the other, his hands in my hair, my hands around his waist as we allow ourselves to sink into the settee. Suddenly, I pull back, my cheeks heated as I smile at him, moving to lift him onto my lap as I sit up, looking up at his face from my new viewpoint and leaning to kiss along his chest carefully. I cannot say that this is an easy task, or even that I know what I am doing, as this is so new that I feel nervous, but I try my best. He looks down at me, and I can't help but blush a little; he looks like a Prince like this…so gorgeous and strong… My heart pangs as my head reminds me that he is actually getting weaker, but I push that thought away, not wanting to think of it as I move up to kiss his lips, a firm response making me groan into his mouth. Shyly, he pulls back. "I think we should take this somewhere…more private."
Smiling, I agree, lifting him from my lap and into my arms, kissing him still as I make my way towards my bedroom. His hands hold firmly around my neck as we enter the room, feeling an urge to pin him to the bed, instead gently crawling onto it and laying him underneath me, giving him space to move if he needs it. Leaning down to kiss him, I see tears in his eyes and freeze, my own eyes widening as he grabs at my neck, trying to pull me down, but I cannot move, his tears wracking my confidence. He doesn't look happy; he doesn't look like he wants to do this…
What am I doing?!
I pull away again, covering my mouth with my hands as I realise that I'm taking advantage of him again…in his moment of weakness…he…I just told him he's dying…I can't…!
"Oh God, I'm so sorry Vegeta…" I gasp, trying to pull back, startled as he moves forward, pulling me down at the same time.
"Hush." Face flushed, yet still a little sorrowful, he presses his lips to mine, and I give in…