'Hello! Thanks for the reviews from the last chapter. Sorry this one has taken so long. I've been editing it. Yes, editing. Why? Because this chapter contains some explosive…YAOI! So, this chapter may sound a bit odd and choppy because of certain details that have been omitted. If you are not comfortable with yaoi, please do not read and please…no flames.

Disclaimer: As usual, this is a non-profit fanfiction written by an obsessed fan that is forever throwing her saiyajin prince into the ever-popular angsty situation. Akira Toriyama is the true creator and all characters belong to him.

Chapter 26

He didn't pull away, but he didn't lean in, either. Vegeta stayed perfectly still, crouched on the floor as Goku pressed his soft lips against his. It was certainly unexpected.

Goku's eyes were closed as a whirlwind of emotion swept through him. His heart was pounding so loud he was sure Vegeta heard it, too. In the rush of the small act, Goku didn't even notice that Vegeta had not responded. The darkened words of pain and grief Vegeta previously spoke were ringing in his head and he wanted nothing else but to help soothe his prince's anguish.

The flame-haired saiyajin however was shocked at the sudden move. Out of all the strange things the kind-hearted earth-warrior had done since he had known him, Vegeta never believed that such emotions were burning within the third class.

Pulling away slowly, Vegeta kept his large eyes on Goku as the lower-class fighter leaned away, too. A dazed expression sat upon Goku's features, his eyes hardly open and a dark blush spreading across his cheeks. Vegeta could not believe that he had just been kissed by his once, most hated rival.

Goku's eyes slowly opened and he blinked as if coming out of a trance. His large eyes grew bigger and he brought a hand up to his mouth in shock. He could only stare at Vegeta as the prince continued to gape at him with unveiled surprise.

Shaking his head in confusion, Vegeta opened his mouth to say something, and then stopped. He gazed around the darkened little room as if it held answers, but he received no sign. Slowly rising to his feet, Vegeta peered at the puppy-expression that Goku held and tried to speak again. Words failed him.

Goku watched as Vegeta tried to comprehend what had just happened. Bewilderment and total disbelief were written all over his face. The small prince crossed his arms and cautiously made his way to the broken doorway, his black eyes always staying on Goku as if he'd jump him. Exiting the room, Vegeta turned and stared out into the large, open corridor, a cold and comforting draft cooling off his strangely heated skin. The dull candlelight calmed his vibrating nerves, but his mind felt blank yet screaming with thought all at the same time. There were footsteps behind him and he knew that Kakarotto was approaching.

"I just don't get it. How can this be?" Vegeta asked into the open air. He could feel his heart pounding louder in his chest as Goku neared his back.

"I finally realized, while in your mind, Vegeta, that we are closer than we thought."

A large hand clasped his shoulder and Vegeta spun quickly, his feet backpedaling away from the larger saiyajin. Losing his balance, the graceless prince bumped against one of the huge stained-glass windows that decorated the walls of the corridors in the palace. Vegeta did not want to be touched, especially by Kakarotto and especially after finding out that the third-class had witnessed such horrible aspects of his past. The expression, though, on Goku's face as he stumbled away was actually quite heartbreaking.

"Vegeta, I—"

Goku took a few strides forward and Vegeta lifted a shaking hand to halt him. The prince truly did not understand the feelings that were rushing through him at the moment and Goku's awkward advances would only make him even tenser.

"Kakarotto, just hold on there. Before you latch onto me again, we really need to set things straight."

Goku sighed and gave Vegeta a dreary stare. "I will tell you everything. I'll tell you everything that has happened here, what I've seen, what has occurred, why I feel this way, and so on."

The agitated saiyajin against the glass lowered his head and glared at the powerful fighter, his brain trying to piece the whole situation together. He lowered his gloved hand and gestured to the ground.

"Sit and tell me. I'd rather you not get some weird emotional breakdown again and attack me with your lips."

Goku's shoulders slumped and he suddenly felt his body grow hot with humiliation. It seemed that after all he had done and felt, the feelings were not the same. Perhaps the erasing of the Goku personality that had been within Vegeta rid the prince of any emotion toward him.

Looking down at the red carpet that covered the maroon marble floor, Goku sighed and shook his head. Everything he believed, everything he had hoped for was just some childish fantasy he had played out in his head. He may have had a bit of Vegeta's respect, but that was about it. A friendship was probably not likely and an involved relationship was definitely out of the question. This mission was stupid and pointless. Goku had lost this one and it was beginning to make him feel angry.

"Well?" Vegeta barked. "Out with it. I need to understand why you've suddenly become some horny, love-sick school boy."

Goku's head snapped up and in a flash he was making his way toward Vegeta. The prince barely had time to react as Goku stood right in his face, his expression dark and angry.

"I know you are but what am I?"

Vegeta's eyes widened and he blinked rapidly at the totally random and unexpected response. He barely had the question, "what?" out before Goku growled dangerously and lowered his forehead practically against Vegeta's.

"I…know you are…but what am I?"

The sudden intensity in Kakarotto's voice called upon something deep within Vegeta. There was saiyajin ferocity in the harsh, yet smooth words spoken by the ever calm and playful Goku. The third-class leaned in even more, his arms suddenly rising up and the palms of his hands resting against the cool glass that Vegeta was backed up against. The prince felt the need to avert his eyes, but the predatory, hungry gaze within the dark depths of Goku's irises was making his body react in such a way he never could have imagined.

"You call me a horny, love-sick school boy, when in all actuality you are calling yourself such a name."

Normally Vegeta would have gotten angry, and perhaps he was, deep down, but at the moment he would play Kakarotto's game. The usually dumb and seemingly foolish saiyajin had an edge to him that made him appear so much more…attractive.

"And why is that?" Vegeta asked, his voice barely coming out a whisper.

Goku cocked his head to the side and brought his lips close to Vegeta.

"Because I have a little bit of you inside me."

Vegeta lifted a hand and attempted to push the overbearing warrior away, but Goku didn't budge. He remained leaned over, his large frame hovering over Vegeta and his arms on either side of the smaller saiyajin's head, caging him in.

"The only part of me you'll have inside of you is a hand through your stomach."

Goku made a noise of pained amusement and chuckled lightly, his attitude and expression reminding Vegeta of someone. This definitely was not like the usual Kakarotto.

"You saw some of my memories. You saw that you had a persona just like me in your head. It's because of the fusion, Vegeta," Goku explained, his voice low and almost purring. "As Vegetto we were supposed to remain as one, our minds and bodies melded together. But the split was unexpected and unavoidable. It was not a healthy…breakup. With our minds melded together, we had a little bit of each other's personalities. It's been a month since it happened and it's been a month since you've been experiencing this lack of control, these voices. One to blame is Hatred. The transformation to Majin seemed to give him an energy boost like no other. He was reawakened, re-energized, and re-pissed off. The other to blame for the pandemonium that has been occurring…is me." Goku hesitated as Vegeta's eyes grew larger at the information. "After the fusion, I was left with my very own Vegeta persona and you…were left with a Goku inside your mind. He had been in one secluded area this whole time, but that still doesn't mean that he didn't affect your mind. Simply because a persona that was not originally one of yours invaded your mind…it threw everything off balance."

Vegeta could only stare into the face of his rival as he explained the situation. Goku was no longer looking amused, but darker and almost haunted. The fact that he had just admitted that it was because of him that Vegeta's mind had been so fucked up lately shocked the prince…yet he couldn't find it in him to get angry.

"I was able to absorb the persona back into me," Goku went on. "But…there is still a persona in me that does not belong. You, Vegeta. There is a being identical to you dwelling within my mind…and I guess that every time he sees you or thinks of you…he wants you. He admires you. He loves you." Goku sighed and gazed around as if bored. With an un-amused "tsk" Goku returned his leering eyes back to Vegeta. "This is what I've been told. Everyone loves himself, so therefore would be attracted to himself if ever met face to face. Sure, there have been a few things here and there I find similar to you. Ok…exactly like you, but," Goku grew suddenly serious, his eyes piercing Vegeta's. "I know that this feeling I have for you is mine. Throughout my time with you, I have felt myself growing closer and closer to you, wanting to be with you, near you. I believe that the fusion made me finally realize…how much I truly cared for you."

Goku leaned forward, his lips drawing closer and closer to Vegeta's and the prince suddenly felt himself leaning forward, too. He felt his eyes slide closed and his heart begin to beat throughout his body as he wanted nothing more than to press his lips to his rival's and never let go. But he couldn't!

"No!" Vegeta grabbed the third-class's shoulders and shoved the larger saiyajin away. Goku stumbled back and stared at Vegeta, his face shocked and pained. "Kakarotto, listen to me! It is the persona in you. Look at me, idiot! Who am I always talking about? Who am I always commenting on being the most powerful, most important person in the universe?" Goku shrugged. "ME! Idiot, me! It's the persona inside you that wants me. He is a part of your mind and he is telling you what you want."

Goku growled angrily and crouched over. "No, it's not true. He may have some influence over me, but I know my mind. And is it such a bad thing, Vegeta? So what if it's a persona inside me that wants this? He is a part me, just as all these personas are a part of you."

Vegeta stared at the bumbling fool for several seconds before growing frustrated and letting out a sound of annoyance. "Kakarotto, he isn't you! He's me. The persona that you want to listen to is not one of yours! Besides, have you forgotten about your wife and your two sons? Have you somehow forgotten that I have Bulma and Trunks?"

Goku gazed around the room, wishing this nightmare would end. He could feel his throat suddenly close as this was not how he wanted it to be. There had been that memory he saw where Vegeta admitted he loved Bulma. He had actually used those words…"I love you." Goku didn't even think those were in the prince's vocabulary.

Trying to find a different tactic, Goku glared at the defiant prince. "Is it because I am a man, Vegeta? Is that why?"

The smaller warrior couldn't help the bark of laughter that escaped him and tried to cover his smile with a gloved hand hand. "Remember, I am from a different universe than you and can actually be open-minded about same-sex…intimacies. That is not the problem here."

"I know."

Vegeta quirked an eyebrow in confusion.

"You must not have seen that memory either," Goku said. "You didn't see anything with my brother besides the one we just viewed."

The prince crossed his arms and put on a stoic expression. Yes, he caught a few glimpses with Radditz in it, but the memories were too quick. He could not decipher what they were.

"Vegeta…I know you can be comfortable with another male. Sure, you had terrible experiences with Frieza…but I saw with my own eyes, that you were able to open up to others. You and Radditz. You loved him."

Vegeta jerked as if he had been hit. His mouth fell open and he began to shake his head quickly. But Goku could see that truth in his eyes. Vegeta knew exactly what he was talking about.

"Kakarotto. What did you see?"

A strange arrogance seemed to swell up within Goku's chest and he couldn't help but hide a small smirk. He had something to use against Vegeta, even if the prince had done nothing wrong. Goku couldn't figure out why he enjoyed such power over the proud fighter, but he didn't feel the need to dwell on it.

"Vegeta, you seem so against this, yet I've seen the very memory of your advances on Radditz. I know you feel it. I know you have the same desperation for me that I have for you. I don't see why we need to stop it or ignore it."

A blast of energy suddenly burst at Goku's feet and he leapt back with a yelp. Vegeta glared at him with a look of death.

"How…dare you, Kakarotto?! Again, you bring up my past experiences as if they're your own little viewing pleasure!"

Goku saw the look of betrayal on his ally's face and felt a sudden wave of guilt. He suddenly didn't like the way he had been speaking to Vegeta and his old Goku attitude regained control.

"No, I didn't mean to stumble onto it, much like I didn't mean to see anything behind the doors of your mind. All I'm saying is…look…I have such respect for you, Vegeta. I've seen the amazing things you've done in your life and can only watch in awe. I know that if I ever had to deal with the same things you had to while under Frieza's watch…I would have died. I would have died, Vegeta. You may think that I look at you as some pitiful, weak creature, but that is so far from the truth, I can't even explain it properly. After witnessing only a few experiences of your life, I can do nothing but respect you and see you as the wondrous warrior you truly are. You are brave. You are proud. You are…beautiful. Bulma must see it…and so do I."

Vegeta remained silent, his face still holding the cold, blank expression, but Goku could see his eyes soften. He could see the anger evaporate and become replaced with an expression Goku could not identify on Vegeta's face. The prince's black eyes swept the floor before lifting and settling on Goku's face.

"You still saw that memory, though," he replied softly. "You know what I did with Radditz."

Goku stepped closer, his breathing becoming slow and controlled as he neared the prince and placed a hand on the side of his face.

"Yes."

Vegeta pressed his cheek against Goku's large hand, surprising the third-class with such a gentle motion.

"You forced your way into my mind and helped plant a persona that is responsible for the downfall of my mental health."

"Yes."

Vegeta carefully removed Goku's hand from his face and examined his fingers, before sliding the index into his mouth and rolling his tongue around the tip. Removing the digit from his mouth, he grinned devilishly at Goku's stunned face.

"You are having impure thoughts about your prince."

"….Yes."

The forceful punch to the jaw was unexpected and Goku fell backwards, clutching his aching mandible. He felt himself falling toward the hard marble floor, but suddenly came to a stop as strong-gloved hands gripped the front of his shirt. A mouth was suddenly on his.

Goku's frantic hands wrapped around Vegeta and the wild saiyajins were instantly tearing at clothes and stumbling along the carpet floor. Vegeta's tongue explored Goku's mouth, the prodding appendage rolling along his tongue. Goku moaned into his prince's mouth as Vegeta's needy hands tore at his sides and ripped through his orange and blue outfit. Pulling away from Goku's mouth suddenly, Vegeta slapped the third-class harshly and attacked his neck with a series of small bites and kisses. It drove Goku mad.

Together they fell back, knocking into a narrow, fancy little table and hurling a small vase of plants onto the floor. The whole table fell over with a loud crash, but it went unnoticed by the two rampaging lovers. Neither fighter was aware of the small traces of blood that crept down their necks from the animalistic bites. They were running on pure instinct.

Vegeta shoved Goku away harshly, making the third class bump against the stained glass, cracking it lightly. Hopping on one foot ungracefully, Vegeta tore off one of his boots and then another. Goku was on him in a flash.

Grabbing at Vegeta's blue shirt, Goku's curled fingers tore through the material, his hand instantly finding Vegeta's bare chest. The prince reached with one hand and attempted to pull the rest of the ripped garment off, but struggled as Goku fully encircled his body.

"We really shouldn't," Vegeta gasped as he still continued to remove his shirt.

"I know," Goku panted into Vegeta's neck.

With an annoyed grunt, Vegeta tore the rest of his shirt off and leaned forward, kissing the top of Goku's head. The third class threw the smaller man to the floor and traced his tongue across Vegeta's muscled stomach and chest, leaving a trail of saliva across the tan skin. There was a high-pitched moan of pleasure that escaped the prince and he rested his gloved hands on Goku's broad shoulders. Reaching up for his neck, Goku lightly kissed his clavicle before biting the muscles roughly several times. Vegeta let out a surprised "oh!" before groaning in utmost need and gripping the back of Goku's head. The two kissed ferociously, their teeth biting at lips and tongues dancing in each other's mouths. Their hands tore at skin and clothes as they frantically rolled together on the carpet.

"Our wives," Goku said as he gasped for air, breaking the kiss and gazing hungrily at the tight blue material that covered Vegeta's legs.

The prince was still clinging to Goku's torso, his hands still shredding the orange material that covered him. With an impatient grunt, Vegeta slammed his hands into Goku's chest, making the larger saiyajin go flying onto his back. In a flash, the shirtless prince straddled Goku's hips and wildly whipped off the blue strap that held his pants up. Goku let out a squeak of surprise and pleasure at his counterpart's animal-like nature and let out a giddy laugh when Vegeta tossed the tie to Goku's pants over his shoulder.

Goku sat up quickly and threw his arms around Vegeta, crushing his mouth to his and almost crying out in sheer joy at the heat and softness that enveloped his tongue. They hugged tighter and rolled back and forth almost viciously, still tearing at what little remained of their clothing.

"I don't think…Kakarotttttt…." Vegeta moaned as Goku reached down slowly caressed prince lower.

"Does it really count, though?" Goku panted as his hand went to work below. Vegeta whimpered and pressed his face into Goku's chest as his hands gripped the front of his torn shirt with a steel grip. "I mean, we're only mental images. Our true bodies are not really touching at all."

Vegeta let out a loud moan as Goku held him. "Bad…reasoning…Kakarotto."

Goku smirked as Vegeta did nothing to stop him, though. The two were sitting together; clinging to each other out in the open hallway and neither seemed to care. Goku's hand was steadily working as Vegeta's pants kept his lower legs trapped together. Goku's other hand traced up and down Vegeta's back, his hands feeling every scar and every stream of sweat. His fingers wrapped around Vegeta's black hair and he pressed his mouth to his, his eyes squeezed shut as they shared such an intimate moment.

Goku concentrated on the task at hand, his traveling fingers striking right where the prince needed it. Vegeta practically screamed in his mouth before throwing his head back and letting out a relieved and vibrating cry.

Goku gripped Vegeta's hand and kissed the gloved fingers one by one. He smiled at the beautiful man that sat in his lap and felt his heart swell with a happiness he had not felt in a long time.

Vegeta gazed at Goku's face and saw the saiyajin's look of pure joy and couldn't help but let a small smile cross his face. He kissed Goku briefly on the lips before crawling from his lap and trailing his hands across the shredded material of the third-class's shirt. His fingers dipped into the top of Goku's pants and almost teasingly slowly hiked them down. Goku felt his heart flutter at the prince's playful, yet sexy expression and a bead of sweat rolled down his face. His heart thudded in his ears as just watching Vegeta remove his clothes from him was exhilarating.

Vegeta lowered Goku's pants for him and then the white boxers he wore underneath. Goku could see Vegeta's eyebrows rise at his package and couldn't help but let out an embarrassed giggle.

Goku watched as Vegeta ran his gloved hands up and down his thighs, his face looking concentrated and hard as he contemplated what to do. The third-class was not expecting the prince to lick his lips and then slowly lower his mouth. Goku let out a shuddering moan. Fisting his hands in his own black hair, Goku writhed in ecstasy as Vegeta picked up his pace.

Goku never believed he would ever be in this situation, and only a day ago he probably would have been flabbergasted to even conceive such an idea, but now, as the talented prince had his way with him, he felt as if in heaven. Sweat ran from his face and his voice hitched in his throat as he felt himself nearing. The third-class's eyes screwed shut and his back arched as he reached his goal. The prince never let go, as the saiyajin below him hollered with utmost pleasure and writhed as pure warmth spread through his whole body. Goku's breath came in quick and sharp as he tried to regain control.

Removing one hand from his tangled hair, Goku reached forward and lightly wrapped his fingers around Vegeta's shoulder. The prince allowed himself to be held by the joyous, tired third class. Goku sat Vegeta in his lap and lovingly kissed the wet lips of his prince. Goku still wore his shredded shirt, yet his orange pants lay in a bundled heap around his booted ankles. Vegeta felt a chill run through his body as a cool draft entered the large corridor and blew past his naked form. Goku felt the small shiver and held Vegeta close, heating the small saiyajin with a little amount of ki.

The two remained kissing and caressing each other for some time, their bodies embracing and souls closer than they ever had been. Vegeta broke the kiss of the lips and trailed his mouth across Goku's sweaty neck, his previous bites having left the third-class's skin raw and a bit bloody. A devilish smile appeared on Vegeta's face as he remembered his ferocity from before, the mere thought of having Goku under him making him lose his mind. But there was still time.

Lifting up the tattered remains of Goku's shirt, Vegeta leaned down and kissed at the rock-hard abs of his ally, his gentle touches making Goku shiver with anticipation. Vegeta pushed himself against Goku, making the larger saiyajin lean back until his spine touched the soft red carpet on the floor. Vegeta's fingers trailed across his backside before settling suddenly on his old tail scar. Goku stiffened for a moment, expecting to feel a surge of pain, but instead threw his head back, letting out a cry of pure ecstasy as the prince's talented fingers caressed the scar, his gloved digits spiraling around and making the third-class's whole body explode with pleasure.

Vegeta felt his own body grow hot at the loud, joy-filled sound. His dark eyes watched as Goku's gentle face held an expression of blushing shyness, his dark lashes squeezed together and lips parted slightly at the pleasure that pulsed through him. Vegeta removed his hand from the tail scar and trailed his fingers along Goku's strong ribs.

Sitting up slightly, Vegeta brought a hand to his mouth and bit the tip of his glove. Goku cracked open an eye and watched with bright eyes as the prince delicately slid the white glove off his right hand with his teeth, the smooth motion increasing the saiyajin's sultry demeanor even more. Vegeta did the same with his other glove and sat upon Goku's stomach. A playful smirk sat upon Vegeta's face and he leaned forward, resting his face on his hand as his elbow sat upon Goku's chest.

"Are you sure you want this, Kakarotto?" Vegeta purred, his eyes dancing with an untamed fire.

Goku could only nod at the heat in his prince's voice, his body aching for any contact with the confident, lovely saiyajin. Vegeta seemed to be lost in thought momentarily before sliding two of his fingers into his mouth, teasing Goku.

Goku felt his back arch and body stiffen, the feeling painful, yet right in every way. The third class brought a hand to his head and sighed as the one above him pushed further, gently, as if asking Goku's permission.

The third-class fighter nodded and moaned out a small, "Yes, yes," tempting Vegeta to continue. The prince controlled his shaky breath; his body crying out in joy. Having been on the receiving end so many times, Vegeta knew that Kakarotto had to be feeling some discomfort and pain, but he definitely didn't show it. Goku was blushing, his face flushed, chest rising deeply, and content happiness on his face. He wasn't scared. Goku had put his trust in Vegeta, something no one had ever really done.

Their lips once again found their ways back to each other. Goku wrapped his arms around the smaller being, his body shivering at the feeling of Vegeta's smooth, fluid movements.

Goku suddenly cried out into Vegeta's mouth as he felt immense pleasure. A nerve had been struck and it sent a wave of pure pleasure tingling throughout Goku's body.

The sound of Kakarotto's joy was all that was needed to send Vegeta over the edge. He felt all energy leave him and he collapsed against Goku's heaving chest, his sweat mixing with the one that panted below him. The saiyajin's laid like that, their arms finding each other and their lips pressing together as cool hallway air licked at their heated skin.

Vegeta turned his head and laid against Goku's chest, his squinted, tired eyes staring out into the darkened corridor. He felt relaxed, calm, as if he wanted the entire world to go away momentarily. This experience was astounding and unnerving at the same time. His energy was spent and a whirlwind of thought and emotion was running through him. He closed his eyes and listened to Goku's steady heartbeat, the sound making him confused with what just happened. He had wanted this. Yes? He had dominated Kakarotto at the third class's wishes and the whole experience felt like a wondrous dream. He should be happy. Yes?

Vegeta's dark eyes opened again and he stared out into the shadowy hallway. This time his glassy stare was filled with guilt and unease.

'Well…what did you think? I'm still a bit new to writing lemon, or even yaoi scenes in this case. But, there is always time to practice, haha. And even stranger, my favorite is uke Vegeta and seme Goku! Anyway, I shall try to get the next chapter up as soon as possible. Thanks for reading!'