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A Kaka + Vege Love Story

By Hatter Unhinged

November 2018

This story contains detailed sexual content between the primary male characters. If that's not your cup of tea, I suggest you go elsewhere.

Chapter 1

Life is always more difficult in times of peace. I find myself in a mindless routine with plenty of opportunities for my thoughts to wonder. As I take another bite of my cold dinner, I think again about the object of my affection. Kakarotto. Jet black eyes and alabaster skin. I consider whether he's a vocal lover and imagine he probably is. There's a stirring in my groin.

"Are you eating in the dark?" The kitchen light flicks on, and I squint my eyes against the sudden brightness. Bulma is standing in the doorway, hands on hips, her expression incredulous. Her matching pink and gray pajamas are rumpled. She was in bed. Why on Earth she felt compelled to check on me in the middle of the night is beyond me.

"Did you heat this up? I'm sure it doesn't taste very good now." She says, pulling the plate from me, the glass sliding against the wood tabletop. Before I can protest, she's already got it in the microwave.

I'd spent the afternoon on a rocky plateau, training mostly, daydreaming a little. It was there that I first met Kakarotto, where he defeated me. It's an isolated, dry, almost desert landscape. After exhausting myself with speed training, I'd sat to enjoy the view; the sun sinking behind the various rock formations, gleaming gold from the sun's rays. Of course, I was thinking about him; his free spirit and innocent nature in combination with his strength and fierce battle technique.

I had picked up the aroma of beef and roasted carrots as I'd stepped into the house. Even after all these years, I wouldn't call it my home. This mansion of a house that holds the entire Briefs family was only ever meant to be a temporary accommodation. The sun hadn't completely set yet, enough light pouring through the kitchen window above the sink to see that she'd left my place setting and meal on the table, as she usually did. As I sat eating, my eyes must have adjusted with the coming night. I was so lost in thought, I hadn't noticed.

"Really Vegeta, you've been acting so strange lately." She says, setting the warmed plate before me, "It's not good to isolate yourself."

I've lost my appetite and sit back, pushing away from the table, "Don't presume to understand me, woman." Although, she's probably right. I notice the loose gi pants I'm wearing are covered in dust as is my white muscle shirt. I rise, headed for the shower.

"Listen," she pleads, her voice softer now, "I'm not trying to fight. I just know something's got you down, and I worry. I've made plans to have dinner with Chi-Chi and Goku at their place this weekend. I hope you'll come."

I grunt and nod my approval before continuing down the hall. I can hear her sigh before cleaning up the dishes I left on the table. I don't dislike Bulma, but I don't consider her much more than a friend. Sure, we're occasionally intimate, and she tells me she loves me, but we have nothing in common. I tolerate her, and though I'm sure she'd deny it, she tolerates me.

Stepping into my room, I begin peeling my clothes off. The room is large and mostly empty. I haven't collected any possessions over the years. I own more clothes than anything else. I glance out the window on my trek to the bathroom and pause to look at the city lights. It's high time I move out. I'm tired of being surrounded by so many weak strangers, humans. Their daily conversation and complaints irritate me to no end.

I turn on the shower, setting the water to scalding hot. Steam begins fogging up the glass shower walls immediately. Standing beneath the steady spray of water, I imagine Kakarotto's mouth enveloping my cock. I'm instantly hard, and I jerk off quick and roughly, my come swirling down the drain, leaving me feeling ashamed and pathetic. I'm not sure why I do this to myself. Why obsess over the man when he's happily married?

I begin lathering up and decide enough is enough. I can't live here with Bulma in this city any longer. I'm miserable and am making those around me miserable as well. I need to make plans to find a place all my own where I can focus on improving myself rather than wallowing in what might have been.

I rinse and lift my face to the water, standing there a minute, enjoying the heat; the water's almost burning my skin. Today's Thursday. Bulma had said this weekend we're going to his house. I'll go, but afterwards, I must move on.

…

"Why do you want a Capsule house?" Bulma's seated at her work bench in her vast laboratory built onto the rear of the house. Her blue hair is pulled back in a messy bun, strands having fallen loose, hanging in front of her eyes. She pushes her glasses up on her head and sits back, looking at me curiously, wondering at my intentions.

"Does it matter? Can I have one or not?" I ask, irritated, crossing my arms over my chest.

She frowns, "Of course it matters. Are you moving out?" I can tell I've hurt her feelings. I hate having to tip toe around this.

I suppress a growl, "I don't know."

Her hurt feelings have transformed into anger. I'm very familiar with anger and recognize it immediately as she puts her glasses back on, her lips pressed in a hard line, "Let me know when you know. If you still need it, I'll give you one."

I'm aggravated but restrain myself from arguing. The damn woman. Since when did she become my keeper? It's certainly time to move on, however, we're going to Kakarotto's this afternoon, and I don't want to completely spoil the trip. If this is one of my last opportunities to enjoy his company, best not start a fight with Bulma.

…

"Papa! Papa!" Trunks roars excitedly, running circles in my bedroom, his arms held out like an airplane. I chuckle and roll my eyes, stepping into the bathroom to give myself a once over in the mirror. I'm wearing a white sleeveless T-shirt and loose, black track pants with a white stripe down the side. Although I still own several Saiyan training suits and armor, I've given up wearing them on a day to day basis.

"Mom's ready to go. She's waiting in the plane. Aren't you ready yet?" Trunks says, jumping up and down to better see himself in the mirror. I nod and we both march out of the room and out of the house. Bulma's seated in a small, construction-yellow Capsule plane. The motor's running and she's tapping her wrist to indicate the time. I imagine firing a ki blast at her face, the plane, poof, just a black smear on the pavement. It's infuriating to be ordered around by a weak human female. Of course, I don't harm her. I never would. Instead I grumble as I climb in after Trunks.

"I told Chi-Chi we'd be there by noon for lunch." She says, beginning lift off before my door's completely closed. As soon as we're back from this thing, I intend to demand the Capsule house from her. I'm done.

The flight is painfully slow. Trunks prattles on about he and Goten, who may be stronger now, and whether or not Gohan will show them some moves. I nod and voice a reply when he insists. The truth is, he and Goten are likely stronger than Gohan by now.

Bulma begins to descend, and I spot the clearing in the trees, the roof of Kakarotto's capsule house coming into view. I see the boys are outside waving up at us, and then Kakarotto's stepping out of the house, peering up, his woman right behind him. My eyes narrow, and I cross my arms. Was this a good idea after all?

…

We eat at a large circular, cement patio table outside fitted with four wide, matching cement benches. Bulma brought a pasta dish to accompany the massive amount of barbequed meat and home-cooked vegetables. Kakarotto seems more excited about finally being able to dig in than our actual arrival. I chuckle and watch as he stuffs his face. The women are still eating when the boys become antsy and request to go spar.

"Don't go too far!" Chi-Chi calls after granting permission.

Kakarotto leans back, stretching his arms high. I watch the muscles move in his biceps. The women are carrying on as he climbs from his seat, stepping over to the dwindling barbeque fire. I watch as he kicks dirt over the coals to ensure they're out. I can't take my eyes off his tall, lean yet muscular form. He turns and glances my way, making eye contact. He's noticed my staring!

I look away and focus on getting up from the bench, "Bathroom?" I ask, looking to the women.

"This way!" Kakarotto answers happily, heading into the house, gesturing for me to follow. He's barefoot, his feet slapping against the tile entryway as he steps through the door. I've never been in his house before. It's a simple home, very clean. The kitchen is large yet crowded, large pots and skillets hung from the ceiling above a large island. I can tell Kakarotto and his boys spend most of their time outside. There's only a small tube TV in the living room, and the couches don't look worn at all. We begin down the hall, passing Gohan's room. I can tell by the desk and stacks of books. Goten's room across the hall is a mess and for some strange reason there's a pile of rocks on the floor. We near the end of the hall and the door to the master bedroom is ajar. I catch sight of the neatly made bed and feel a subtle ache in my groin. Kakarotto's bed where he has sex with his wife. Does he sleep nude?

"Here." He says, gesturing to the open bathroom, a small room just before the master bedroom. He's smiling, making eye contact. I take a moment to appreciate his face, large eyes, straight nose, strong jaw. Handsome. I glance back at the bedroom and fantasize about a different life where he and I are tangled up there.

"Vegeta?"

I'm pulled from my imaginings and look back to his now questioning face. His skin is so beautifully pale, his complexion clear and smooth like a woman's, thick black bangs hanging over his forehead. I want to reach out and touch him.

I feel his ki then. It increases slightly and seems to be searching my own, looking for flaws, checking if I'm ill no doubt. How much time has passed with me standing in this hall? I can see he's concerned.

This is it, right? I'm planning to leave all of this, these people, him. I don't intend to see any of them for quite some time, maybe ever. Courage builds within me. Fuck it. I take two steps forward and lean in, coming up on my tip toes. His expression changes from concern to confusion, but he doesn't step away. I press my lips to his, reaching out to balance myself with a hand on the doorframe. This kiss is chaste, but firm. I slip my tongue out and am shocked when he parts his lips, allowing me entry. He tastes like the meal he just ate, and beneath that, he tastes Saiyan with a hint of something sweet. Closing my eyes, I press forward hungrily, tilting my head for better access. Kami, his tongue comes alive and he leans down, allowing my feet to fall flat on the floor, returning the now passionate kiss.

In need of air, I step back, breaking the connection. I'm pleased to see I've left him wanting, eyes closed, lips still pursed. He blinks his eyes open and stares at me in awe. I decide to test this further and slowly lift a hand as if I were going caress his cheek, stopping maybe an inch before contact and holding. He glances from me to my hand. I can see his thoughts are running wild. To know what's going on behind those eyes!

A minute passes, and I become painfully aware of my aroused state. I wait patiently, hoping no one decides to come into the house. He seems to calm and takes a deep breath, sighing. His eyes widen then, he's caught my scent. He leans his head into my hand then, lifting his own to press my hand firmly to his face, from his cheek forward to his nose, breathing deep again.

It feels like a victory, and I smirk, "I have to go, Kakarotto." He releases my hand and nods several times, not saying a word. I'm sure I'm leaving him with a lot to consider. I turn and leave, never having used the restroom. I don't look back, and I don't speak to Bulma as I step out of the house and blast off.

…

"What the hell happened with Goku?" She's barging into my room, arms outstretched, cheeks red.

I'm sitting on the edge of the bed, "How should I know?"

She sighs and enters further, sitting beside me, "We figured you guys must have argued. When he finally came out of the house, he was so out of it. He wasn't listening or saying much. I just wish you guys could get along." She leans against my shoulder, her hand reaching out to stroke my forearm. I can tell she wants to be intimate. I consider it momentarily. I'd jerked off twice after getting back, but I could still go again. However, I know she'll want to sleep in my bed after or worse, she'll want to talk. Besides, I intend to see Kakarotto again soon, and it wouldn't do to smell of the female.

I stand and walk to the double French doors that lead to my balcony, pulling the curtains back before opening the doors.

"I need that Capsule house." I say before stepping out onto the balcony. A cool evening breeze caresses my skin.

She follows me out, anger in her tone, "You still haven't told me why."

I turn, leaning against the rail. She's still wearing the yellow and orange sun dress from the day, complete with matching sandals.

I look her dead in the eyes, "I don't want to live here in this house anymore."

I see rage in her. Maybe that's why we were ever able to connect. The only thing we have in common is our tempers. She turns on her heel and stomps across the room.

"You'll have it tomorrow!" She shouts, slamming the door behind her. It doesn't bother me, so long as she delivers and gives me what I want.

I turn back and rest my elbows on the railing, gazing out at the horizon, far passed the city's edge where the mountains rise to meet the clouds. The moon is hanging low, not quite full. Kakarotto's house is in that direction. Normally I wouldn't raise my ki enough to seek his location, but tonight, I do just that. I know he'll detect my actions. His ability to identify, locate, and pinpoint energy is far superior to my own.

I find him easily enough. He's not at home but not far from it either. He raises his ki enough to signal that he knows what I'm up to. It feels like he's training. I smirk and allow my ki to drop, leaving him be. It pleases me to imagine that he's going through a sleepless night thinking of me. How many nights have I done the same?

Going back in, closing the doors, I'll have the Capsule house tomorrow. Perhaps I'll set up my new place and invite Kakarotto over for a visit. Oh, the possibilities!

Stripping down to boxer shorts, I climb into bed. Sleep is the last thing on my mind though. It was so out of character for me to make a move, take a gamble like that, rejection the most likely outcome, but he'd responded! Never in a hundred years would I have anticipated that reaction.

I'm again aroused and hastily jerk off if for no other reason than to get some sleep.

…

To be continued…