Letting Go
by icypinkpop
Pairing: GokuxVegeta
Disclaimer: Just borrowing them for a while. I seriously hope there are no late fees…
Warnings: Yaoi (M/M), Shonen-ai, Uke Vegeta (not really a warning…), swearing, references to rape, blood, crying, implied masturbation, perhaps some OOC-ness, sap, wife bashing (well, pretty much just Chichi bashing…), character death, violence, lime, angst, anything one can warn about.
Summary: Vegeta's feelings for Goku get the best of him one day, but his pride won't stand for it. Events that follow prove to change him forever. Blah…
Author's note (changes with chapter): Getting close to the lemon, folks! I find this chapter relatively amusing, despite the rather lame attempts at humor X3 Anyways, I might end up throwing some MPREG into the story later (depending on whether readers want it or not), so please let me know by way of review/message whether you'd like that to be a part of the fic. -knows what Julie will say- XD
Oh, and by the way…the next chapter is the lemon!! XP
'Text' - Thoughts.
"Text" - Spoken dialogue.
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Chapter 10: Desire-
Blinking in shock, Goku reluctantly pulled away from Vegeta's mouth, hands still fisted in the smaller's golden mane. What in the world? Who was… His eyes fell upon the annoyed-looking Namekian. Oh.
Suspicions confirmed, the gentle Saiyan stared back at his long-time friend, mouth opening and closing repeatedly as he hastened to explain himself. However, as there really wasn't much to explain, Goku decided to remain silent, extinguishing his power until his hair stood in spikes again.
Piccolo raised a hairless brow, eyes wide with surprise. "You know, I'm not even going to ask." The Namek crossed his arms, his previously green face turning a rather spectacular shade of violet. "Goku, your wife says she needs to meet you about something." He paused. "Gohan told me you moved out."
Eventually getting his throat to work properly, the larger Saiyan nodded in affirmation, avoiding Piccolo's gaze as he stared down at the top of Vegeta's head. "Yeah. W-why?"
"I don't know." The Namek cleared his throat. "But I'd go find out, if I were you. I wouldn't tempt that woman's wrath." A short stretch of silence. "No offense."
Chuckling slightly, Goku forced himself to look back at the uncomfortable Namekian. "Yeah, okay. Thanks, Piccolo. I-We'll leave."
Piccolo shook his head quickly, waving long hands out in front of him frantically. "No! I mean, it's okay. I've…had enough surprises for one day."
With a final parting glance, the Namek turned around and zoomed off in the opposite direction, leaving the two Saiyans entangled in each other's arms.
Sighing, Goku stared down at his Prince, surprised at the lack of speech. He hadn't even begun to decide what to say next when Vegeta's head dropped in exhaustion, muscles trembling as the energy dissipated from them. The tall Saiyan watched with concern as his Prince's hair shrunk back to its normal size, fading to the regular shade of midnight black. For one terror-filled moment, Goku thought Vegeta had fainted, and was only relieved when the latter managed to look up into his eyes.
"Vegeta." Goku couldn't think of what to say. He had no idea what Vegeta was feeling, and the expressionless face only helped to confuse him further. Stumped, the gentle Saiyan found himself lost in the ebony depths of his Prince's eyes, unable to look away. Kami, the beauty…
"Kakarrot."
The enticingly husky voice managed to pull him back to reality. Lips parting, Goku stared at his Prince in surprise. "Wha-Huh?"
Vegeta crossed his arms, eyes narrowed. "Your harpy, Kakarrot." A single, regal blink. "Go see to whatever it is she wants."
At the mere thought of his wife, Goku shook his head detachedly, mouth moving as he tried to speak. A strong finger rested on his lips, halting any speech. "Go. I will not leave here, Kakarrot."
The tall Saiyan brightened, resisting the urge to lick his lips when the digit was removed. He observed the serious face with slight worry. "Promise?"
Vegeta nodded curtly, causing a smile to blossom across Goku's face. "Okay." A slight ache in the pit of his stomach directed his attention to other matters. "Maybe I can make some lunch for us when I get back."
Goku thought he saw a shadow of a smile flicker over his Prince's face before he turned around, giving a departing wave. "Bye, 'Geta."
Biting his lip, the gentle Saiyan reluctantly pressed two fingers to his forehead, Vegeta's voice echoing in his mind as he flickered out of sight.
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"Here. Sign." Chichi pushed the stack of papers at him, hawk-like eyes narrowed as she gestured to a nearby pen. Gulping, Goku stared down at the top sheet, quickly scrawling his name. "So, uh, what's this for?"
The woman rolled her eyes. "It's called a divorce. I sign the papers, you sign them, and our marriage is off."
"Oh." He signed the next two sheets, fiddling with his wristband. He just wanted to go home to Vegeta…
"Goku!"
The tall Saiyan stared back at his estranged wife. "What?"
"You're wrinkling the papers!" Sighing with exasperation, Chichi pulled the stack of parchment out from under Goku's hand, straightening it carefully. "These need to be perfect, Goku! I have to make sure that the lawyer takes them!"
Holding back his annoyance, the Saiyan nodded quickly and stood from his seat, anxious to get back to Vegeta. "Well, I guess I'll get going. See you-" "Oh no!" Chichi blocked the doorway, glaring coldly at him. "You're not going anywhere! There are more papers to sign!"
Unable to hold back a frustrated sigh, Goku slumped down in the nearest chair, brows furrowed.
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"Damn it! Son of a bitch!" Vegeta growled, yanking the oversized pants up, furiously tying the knot more tightly as he turned his attention back to the job at hand. Hell, how in the GodS names did anyone expect him to do this sort of thing?! These damn ningen terms made no sense!
Snarling, the perturbed Prince wiped his face and went back to his previous task, a gleam of challenge sparkling in his dark eyes.
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The tall Saiyan pushed the final paper away, watching as the woman snatched it up and smoothed out the creases. "Goku, where is Goten right now?" The sharp tone grated on Goku's nerves.
"He's just out at Capsule Corp. with Trunks, Chichi." he explained, not wanting to admit that Goten was there because of their split. "Just spending some time with his friend."
The human scoffed. "Bulma was the only good thing about that family. Vegeta has always been a bad role model, and I have a feeling that Trunks is no different!"
Goku couldn't stifle a growl at the mention of his Prince. "That's not true." He seethed. "Trunks is a good kid and Vegeta's…he's…"
"What? A killer? A psychopath?!" Chichi cackled, folding her arms.
Goku gritted his teeth, control lost. "No! He's wonderful! You don't understand!"
The woman glared, squaring her shoulders as if preparing for a fight. "I don't understand?! He's a Saiyan, isn't he? Just like you! Monsters, with those horrid tails!" She spat, staring at the sable appendage as if she could set it on fire with her mind.
Tail curling defensively around his waist, Goku stood hurriedly and walked to the door, taking a final glance back at his now ex-wife. "So that's all?" The words were choked with anger.
Chichi nodded once, eyes flashing with something that Goku was sure he didn't like. "Don't bother coming over here again!"
As Goku pressed two fingers to his head, he silently admitted that he'd never been happier.
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Muttered curses met Goku's ears as he reappeared in the small kitchen. Confused, the tall Saiyan glanced around for the source of the noise, spotting it almost immediately. His lips parted in shock as he realized what was going on.
Over the countertop stood Vegeta, clothed in only a pair of Goku's gi pants. Smears of what appeared to be flour graced his bare arms, chest, and face. The tall Saiyan could only watch as his Prince vigorously stirred the large bowl in front of him, snarling under his breath.
It only took a few seconds before Vegeta's body tensed, its owner stopping all movement. As he turned to face the younger Saiyan, Goku caught sight of the red box that sat conspicuously on the countertop, and read its black lettering with awe.
Pancake Mix.
Overwhelmed with surprise and joy, Goku stared into his Prince's face, noticing the light streak of red that was dusted over the smaller's cheeks. Unable to speak, the gentle Saiyan's eyes locked onto Vegeta's, a feeling of lightness in his heart.
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The Prince's eyes widened, mouth moving wordlessly. "I…you said…lunch…" He eventually stuttered, feeling the sensation of heat crawl across his face. Perfect. Just fucking perfect. He couldn't even cook a decent meal for Kakarrot and the idiot had to show up before he could rid himself of the mess. Vegeta stared at the floor, cheeks burning. He must look ridiculous.
The slighter Saiyan waited for the taunting, the humiliation, and was shocked when it didn't come. Confused, Vegeta raised his head to look back at the larger Saiyan, only to find a pair of hot velvet lips pressed against his own.
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Goku slipped his tongue between Vegeta's lips, reveling in the warm heat of his Prince's mouth. Kami, Vegeta had cared enough to make lunch for him? Though he didn't know why the gesture meant so much, he couldn't honestly say that he cared at the moment. Right now, the heat of Vegeta's body against his own, the feel of royal lips on his, were the only things that mattered.
Moaning, Goku ran a gentle hand over his Prince's naked back, diving in to further attack his lips. He slowly drank Vegeta in, feeling the smaller Saiyan grab at his shirt, loving the impassioned groan that Vegeta released into his mouth. Sighing, he moved to slide a hand down the Prince's chest when something curled around his tail, ruffling the fur.
The gentle Saiyan almost pulled away for fear of being hurt when sensations of pleasure coursed through his body, desire igniting every vein, heating his blood. Sighing shamelessly, Goku gave his Prince a final kiss and turned to look behind him, eyes lidded.
Gasping, he watched Vegeta's tail twine with his own, lips parted as the gentle stroking left him breathless. GodS, the pleasure…
Turning back to stare at his Prince, Goku found himself staring into an identical pair of hooded eyes, tongue trailing over his lower lip at the mere sight of Vegeta's flushed face. Unable to hold back any longer, the taller Saiyan pressed two fingers to his forehead and reappeared in his bedroom, pinning Vegeta down on the bed.
Aware of his growing arousal, Goku pressed himself as close as the Prince would allow and licked hungrily at his neck, curling his tail around Vegeta's own, lost in the feel of fur on fur.
Fully drunk on his Prince's scent, the larger Saiyan ran a hand down Vegeta's thigh, stroking the smooth skin beneath the light cloth. The slighter Saiyan squirmed in his grasp, breaking away from their kiss. It took a few moments for Goku to realize that Vegeta was fighting to get away.
Thoroughly perplexed, the gentle Saiyan rolled off of his Prince and stared back, panting as Vegeta's tail curled around its owner's waist. Noticing the broken expression on Vegeta's face, Goku resisted the urge to run a hand along Vegeta's arm. "Wh-what's wrong?"
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Vegeta stared down at the bedspread, thoroughly ashamed. He instinctively slipped beneath the bedcovers, covering his left thigh with the blanket, face burning. GodS, how was he expected to explain this? He didn't want to think about that damn brand, much less explain its origin aloud. Tears threatening to leak from his eyes, Vegeta placed a hand over the covered mark.
"You-you don't want me, Kakarrot." He managed to choke out, eyes closing in shame. "I am…I have been…used."
The Prince couldn't bring himself to look Goku in the eye. He didn't think he could force himself to say any more. He didn't want to relive those awful years, those painful memories. His hand clenched on the unseen scar.
Feeling a gentle hand smooth over the flesh of his cheek, Vegeta jerked back and opened his eyes, finding Kakarrot's face directly across from his. Wide eyes were tinted with concern.
Slowly, Goku looked down at Vegeta's left hand, placing his own atop it. The Prince could only shiver as his hand was softly grasped and pulled aside. GodS, Kakarrot was so warm…
Unable to look away, Vegeta watched as Goku's hand stroked down his chest in a comforting motion before stopping at the waist of his pants. Kakarrot stilled all movement and looked up at him, eyes large in a silent plea to venture further. Eyes drifting shut, Vegeta let his head fall, not wanting to know Goku's reaction to his…mark.
His breath caught in his throat when he felt Kakarrot's hands grasp the side of his pants, carefully slipping them down to his knees. A finger traced his scar and he stiffened. This was it. Any hope for Kakarrot's love or understanding was sure to die in that single moment. A tear trailed down his cheek.
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Goku stared in shock at the small mark, running his hand over it lightly. It looked like an…F. He cocked an eyebrow, looking up to Vegeta's face for some sort of answer. The expression of misery made his heart sink in realization. F…for Frieza.
The gentle Saiyan gasped aloud at his discovery. Vegeta had been branded with Frieza's mark? He frowned. As saddened and disgusted as he was by such a concept, he knew there was something that didn't make sense. Goku was aware that the Prince had been a warrior of Frieza's before he had first journeyed to Earth, but why would the tyrant brand him on the thigh? Why not on the arm or something, where people could see?
As Vegeta's flesh began to shake beneath his fingers, Goku was nearly bowled over by the realization. Used…the Prince's admission echoed in his mind. Vegeta had been raped.
Goku stared at his Prince in shock. Raped. His strong, brave, beautiful Prince had been raped. No wonder Vegeta was afraid to be touched so intimately, no wonder he had such a hatred for Frieza and his followers. Goku would have been blinded with rage had Vegeta's trembling form not occupied every drop of his concern.
Biting his lip, the gentle Saiyan ran a comforting hand over his Prince's face. Oh, all he wanted to do was rid that regal visage of those awful tears. He would make Vegeta forget his worries, even if only for now, only for one night. He would make his wonderful Prince forget.
A single tear leaking from his eye, Goku leaned forward and captured Vegeta's lips in a gentle kiss, running a hand through the soft flame of hair. He gently pulled away after a few moments, noticing the confusion in his Prince's beautiful eyes. Goku smiled. "Let it go, Vegeta." He whispered, taking the smaller Saiyan's hand in his own. "Let it go."
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