"FOR THE LOVE OF HIM"
Disclaimer: yes.. of course I own this.. YAY! I OWN EVERYTHING! MWAHAAHAHAHAHA.. no,
no I don't. :: puts head down in shame::
BejiitaxGokou
Warnings for this chapter: sum limey lime! Yum, yum! Ahh. reference to rape, angst I guess..
and well. juss plain lickity split!
Part 2: Watashi wa anata ga hoshii desu, demo denwa arimasen. ((I want you but I can't have
you.))
Bejiita's perspective
So here I am, the prince of all saiyajins, trapped on a ship with my obsession. Why does he have
to haunt me so? I've been watching him every chance I get. As I glance to my right, I see him
preparing himself a sandwich, which is probably the only thing that baka knows how to make!
Ah yes, the term 'baka'. One of the very few names I call my Kakarotto. And yes he is mine. I
have already claimed him to be mine. Even though he hasn't expressed any interest in
remembering that day, that day that we finally realized our love for each other, I have replayed it
many times.
*Sigh* Yes, and the reason he does not remember is because he mentally blocked the memories.
He acts like that day never happened, but it did.
It was a normal blustery day of sparring. Kakarotto had come over to eat us out of house and hold
and then to spar the fat away. I, on the other hand, had a different plan. That was the day that I
would take Kakarotto to be mine. I would leave the most permanent and unbearable mark upon
him. I would force him to be my mate, whether he liked it or not.
But of course, my plans failed as the sun failed to shine through the gray clouds.
I captured Kakarotto when poison in the food I made for him began to take effect. He fell crashing
through a glass table. He was finally weaker than me and this was my only chance. I have
wanted this baka for years, and damnit!!, he knew it perfectly well.
So I carried the flexible body up to the bedroom. He was sweating bullets and I noticed he
couldn't breathe well. But by the time I was done with him, he would be back to his normal self.
My poor Kakarotto, his eyes rolled back from exhaustion. He had been trying to fight the drug. I
knew I had done an unforgivable thing, but it was the only way. I would do anything to feel him.
And I did.
I carried him through flights of stairs and finally we had reached the bedroom. It was quiet and
empty. I had prepared everything the night before. Bulma had left earlier with the children. No one
was in the house except my prey and me.
I placed Kakarotto on the bed softly and started playing out my fantasy. By then, I had completely
forgotten about closing the door because I was too excited to think. Little did I know at the time,
that would be one of the biggest mistakes I had ever made in my existence.
The stripping started with Kakarotto's shirt, then mine. I slowly used tongue to tease the saiyajin
beneath me. I felt Kakarotto's ki increase with every lick. He was either healing from the drug or
he was getting aroused. Nothing mattered to me now. As long as Kakarotto gave me the hot,
deep, long and pleasureful ride that I had longed for, this would be the happiest day of my life.
I rubbed my hands all over that body that I had desired for so long, sucking the moistened lips
that I could finally kiss. Turning my enemy quickly into my pet, and being able to do whatever I
wish made me lose my mind in a vortex of lustful craving.
I didn't hear the front door open and shut downstairs. I should have been on guard. I should have
been more careful with my plan. But of course I wasn't.
The old perverted man and cue ball invited themselves into my house, searching for Bulma. They
didn't know that I had sent her out yet, and that I had done it for a reason.
I think they were just about to leave until they heard a very loud groan escape from Kakarotto. I
had slid the lower garments off my dear pet down to his knees and began my touching torture. I
learned even when he was drugged he was very sensitive to my touch.
The first time I laid a breath upon his chest he began fidgeting. It was pure pleasure to see him
like this. I moaned in his ear as a thank you for the blessed groan that came from him.
My lips took over his neck as my finger lightly rubbed his entrance. Another loud cry escaped
from his mouth. I continued my fingers gentle assault until Kakarotto was relentless.
He ached and yelled at the top of his lungs for release. I had moaned out loud as well. I was
careful not to hurt him at his critical state, but not enough to keep him from crying out louder.
The cries made me shiver with pleasure, and I loved it! The cries were so loud I didn't hear the
running footsteps of those two hooligans coming upstairs.
They came all the way up to the bedroom and gasped at the sight in front of them. Of course I did
not hear them, not until the crome-dome yelled out my name, the sound of which send reality
flooding back into my mind.
I blinked for several long moments and looked down at the beauty below me. I finally saw the hurt
and shame in Kakarotto's eyes. He was crying, crying and still moaning loudly.
I look around to find my finger still buried within him. I had quickly removed it and placed both of
my hands upon my pet's blushed cheeks. I did not dare to look into the eyes of the two who had
interrupted my fantasy. I just concentrated on my Kakarotto.
He was still under the drugs effects. I had done an awful thing. How could I let myself go so far
into drugging my love and forcing him into doing something he probably wouldn't have wanted? If
I had gone too far, for my own pleasure I could have possibly killed the baka. What a goddamned
fool I was!
I watched as the crome-dome pushed me off of Kakarotto. He had dressed Kakarotto with his
clothes that were strewn on the floor, and made sure he was still breathing. I was deep in thought
while I was pushed to the ground. I let my body fall there and remained in thought for hours.
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I walk around the ship, and discovered new chambers at every turn. Bulma had selected this ship
for the trip. That damn woman. She had not picked up on my plan yet; and I pray that she never
does. It isn't any of her concern anyways. She was just a sideshow for myself. But I should give
the human SOME credit. It was she who made me realize that I did not hate my rival; I was
instead loving him and enduring him in pity for my own stature.
I was drifting in trances of him and I battled till the end until we gave our last breath as I slid my
icy hand down his abdomen, down to the rightful place only a love could touch. So still but hot he
was, looking down at his prince with glazed eyes of confusion but compassion. I knew he would
pity me for waiting this long, this hour to finally make love to his shell. Aw, indeed I do. I wish and
do not act. A prince in a state of being weaker than another, a prince shriveled to a sick lover. All
is bewildered and I am stubborn to reveal these hopes.
So I turn my head and cannot glance at the beautiful baka, instead I will keep my distance and
amuse myself with this goddamn ship. Kami this is boring. I'm bored now. I was bored before,
before I went back to that day, that gray, hot day.
Yes, it was just after those two annoying rats came bashing into my dwelling and took sight of my
long thought of plan. I remember being downstairs with my head lowered in shadows and my
hands folded at my mouth. The crome-dome lecturing me of how disgusting and foolish I was for
doing this to his best companion. He talked as if Kakarotto was his! That upset me the most, but it
did not matter.
The old man sat at the couch folding his hands as well and glared right into my eyes. I knew what
he was trying to do; he was trying to get into my mind to make me feel some sort of guilt and
sorrow for their Gokou. Well Damn! I'm not a 3-year-old child! I knew exactly what I did, don't you
think I thought it through before I proceeding?! I am a prince of great stature and I am ALWAYS in
control of my actions. It was just madness that was controlling my mind.
Lust. Passion. Desire. That is all I felt when I had his body as mine. He was my obedient
Kakarotto. That thought made me smirk pleasurably. Ha! That got the crome- dome angered. He
threw one of Bulma's expensive vases, which she claimed came from some place called Egypt. I
am not an earthling so I do not know of such geographical positions.
Then it seemed like all of us in the room turned our heads toward the corner where the broken,
Egyptian pieces laid, and there he was.
Kawaii as ever, rubbing his left eye, his hair messier than normal and then yawning, as if he
awoke from a long hard sleep. Kakarotto seemed as normal as ever.
The crome-dome immediately arose from his grumpy, pissed off mood and went on to his
content, joyful self. He ran over to Kakarotto and embraced him in a hug. The short man looked
like Kakarotto's son if anything else. He is so short, bald and ugly. anyways.
The old man on the other side smiled while he stood up slowly and warily. I'm surprise he can still
hold himself up, he is so fucking old! And I?
Well, I stood up and crossed my arms over my chest, standing in my usual stance. But I was
consumed in joy to see my pet healthy and awake. For a few moments I thought I had hurt him in
some way. Some distinct way! To interrupt my thoughts the crome-dome went off blabbering
about the 'horrible' and 'disgusting' things I was doing to him. I shrugged them off and smirked,
while looking to the side. I was not ashamed of what I wanted, but I was ashamed that they saw.
That's when I abruptly shifted my head back on Kakarotto when he said,
"So?"
I could not believe it! He looked at me and smiled! Did he like it? Was he feeling the same
emotions and willing to express them publicly?
"I don't really care what happened Kuririn-san. Honestly, I don't even remember!" he laughed. He
laughed to mock me! Damn him!
"All I CAN remember is that I ate a really good lunch and I guess I nodded off..." he shrugged and
did his usual hand-behind-head thing to act real cute and innocent.
DAMN! BAKA! He was lying! He knew every goddamn minute of what just happen! And I knew
this because of those groans and moans he let out for me. YOU CAN'T OBLIVIOUSLY DO THAT
WHEN YOU ARE ASLEEP!! Not those moans. kami. I blush just remembering them.
*Sigh* If only I could hear them again. I lie back on the glacial wall and allow myself to sink into its
ice. I want warmth now. I want only his warmth.
From that day Kakarotto STILL claims that he does not remember when I was so close to fulfilling
my deepest yearning. But I know he does, he just needs SOMEONE to help him remember.
TBC===================================================== Yahoo! Part 2 was fun, now wasn't it?!!
^_^ please ppl! R&R!! give me sumthing to work with!!! I would really like it!!
AND THANK YOU AGAIN MIKE-SAN FOR BETA-READING THIS FOR ME! You're such a pal.. oh shucks! ::blush:: anyways! Thankx for reading! PART 3 is on itz way!
Disclaimer: yes.. of course I own this.. YAY! I OWN EVERYTHING! MWAHAAHAHAHAHA.. no,
no I don't. :: puts head down in shame::
BejiitaxGokou
Warnings for this chapter: sum limey lime! Yum, yum! Ahh. reference to rape, angst I guess..
and well. juss plain lickity split!
Part 2: Watashi wa anata ga hoshii desu, demo denwa arimasen. ((I want you but I can't have
you.))
Bejiita's perspective
So here I am, the prince of all saiyajins, trapped on a ship with my obsession. Why does he have
to haunt me so? I've been watching him every chance I get. As I glance to my right, I see him
preparing himself a sandwich, which is probably the only thing that baka knows how to make!
Ah yes, the term 'baka'. One of the very few names I call my Kakarotto. And yes he is mine. I
have already claimed him to be mine. Even though he hasn't expressed any interest in
remembering that day, that day that we finally realized our love for each other, I have replayed it
many times.
*Sigh* Yes, and the reason he does not remember is because he mentally blocked the memories.
He acts like that day never happened, but it did.
It was a normal blustery day of sparring. Kakarotto had come over to eat us out of house and hold
and then to spar the fat away. I, on the other hand, had a different plan. That was the day that I
would take Kakarotto to be mine. I would leave the most permanent and unbearable mark upon
him. I would force him to be my mate, whether he liked it or not.
But of course, my plans failed as the sun failed to shine through the gray clouds.
I captured Kakarotto when poison in the food I made for him began to take effect. He fell crashing
through a glass table. He was finally weaker than me and this was my only chance. I have
wanted this baka for years, and damnit!!, he knew it perfectly well.
So I carried the flexible body up to the bedroom. He was sweating bullets and I noticed he
couldn't breathe well. But by the time I was done with him, he would be back to his normal self.
My poor Kakarotto, his eyes rolled back from exhaustion. He had been trying to fight the drug. I
knew I had done an unforgivable thing, but it was the only way. I would do anything to feel him.
And I did.
I carried him through flights of stairs and finally we had reached the bedroom. It was quiet and
empty. I had prepared everything the night before. Bulma had left earlier with the children. No one
was in the house except my prey and me.
I placed Kakarotto on the bed softly and started playing out my fantasy. By then, I had completely
forgotten about closing the door because I was too excited to think. Little did I know at the time,
that would be one of the biggest mistakes I had ever made in my existence.
The stripping started with Kakarotto's shirt, then mine. I slowly used tongue to tease the saiyajin
beneath me. I felt Kakarotto's ki increase with every lick. He was either healing from the drug or
he was getting aroused. Nothing mattered to me now. As long as Kakarotto gave me the hot,
deep, long and pleasureful ride that I had longed for, this would be the happiest day of my life.
I rubbed my hands all over that body that I had desired for so long, sucking the moistened lips
that I could finally kiss. Turning my enemy quickly into my pet, and being able to do whatever I
wish made me lose my mind in a vortex of lustful craving.
I didn't hear the front door open and shut downstairs. I should have been on guard. I should have
been more careful with my plan. But of course I wasn't.
The old perverted man and cue ball invited themselves into my house, searching for Bulma. They
didn't know that I had sent her out yet, and that I had done it for a reason.
I think they were just about to leave until they heard a very loud groan escape from Kakarotto. I
had slid the lower garments off my dear pet down to his knees and began my touching torture. I
learned even when he was drugged he was very sensitive to my touch.
The first time I laid a breath upon his chest he began fidgeting. It was pure pleasure to see him
like this. I moaned in his ear as a thank you for the blessed groan that came from him.
My lips took over his neck as my finger lightly rubbed his entrance. Another loud cry escaped
from his mouth. I continued my fingers gentle assault until Kakarotto was relentless.
He ached and yelled at the top of his lungs for release. I had moaned out loud as well. I was
careful not to hurt him at his critical state, but not enough to keep him from crying out louder.
The cries made me shiver with pleasure, and I loved it! The cries were so loud I didn't hear the
running footsteps of those two hooligans coming upstairs.
They came all the way up to the bedroom and gasped at the sight in front of them. Of course I did
not hear them, not until the crome-dome yelled out my name, the sound of which send reality
flooding back into my mind.
I blinked for several long moments and looked down at the beauty below me. I finally saw the hurt
and shame in Kakarotto's eyes. He was crying, crying and still moaning loudly.
I look around to find my finger still buried within him. I had quickly removed it and placed both of
my hands upon my pet's blushed cheeks. I did not dare to look into the eyes of the two who had
interrupted my fantasy. I just concentrated on my Kakarotto.
He was still under the drugs effects. I had done an awful thing. How could I let myself go so far
into drugging my love and forcing him into doing something he probably wouldn't have wanted? If
I had gone too far, for my own pleasure I could have possibly killed the baka. What a goddamned
fool I was!
I watched as the crome-dome pushed me off of Kakarotto. He had dressed Kakarotto with his
clothes that were strewn on the floor, and made sure he was still breathing. I was deep in thought
while I was pushed to the ground. I let my body fall there and remained in thought for hours.
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------------*
I walk around the ship, and discovered new chambers at every turn. Bulma had selected this ship
for the trip. That damn woman. She had not picked up on my plan yet; and I pray that she never
does. It isn't any of her concern anyways. She was just a sideshow for myself. But I should give
the human SOME credit. It was she who made me realize that I did not hate my rival; I was
instead loving him and enduring him in pity for my own stature.
I was drifting in trances of him and I battled till the end until we gave our last breath as I slid my
icy hand down his abdomen, down to the rightful place only a love could touch. So still but hot he
was, looking down at his prince with glazed eyes of confusion but compassion. I knew he would
pity me for waiting this long, this hour to finally make love to his shell. Aw, indeed I do. I wish and
do not act. A prince in a state of being weaker than another, a prince shriveled to a sick lover. All
is bewildered and I am stubborn to reveal these hopes.
So I turn my head and cannot glance at the beautiful baka, instead I will keep my distance and
amuse myself with this goddamn ship. Kami this is boring. I'm bored now. I was bored before,
before I went back to that day, that gray, hot day.
Yes, it was just after those two annoying rats came bashing into my dwelling and took sight of my
long thought of plan. I remember being downstairs with my head lowered in shadows and my
hands folded at my mouth. The crome-dome lecturing me of how disgusting and foolish I was for
doing this to his best companion. He talked as if Kakarotto was his! That upset me the most, but it
did not matter.
The old man sat at the couch folding his hands as well and glared right into my eyes. I knew what
he was trying to do; he was trying to get into my mind to make me feel some sort of guilt and
sorrow for their Gokou. Well Damn! I'm not a 3-year-old child! I knew exactly what I did, don't you
think I thought it through before I proceeding?! I am a prince of great stature and I am ALWAYS in
control of my actions. It was just madness that was controlling my mind.
Lust. Passion. Desire. That is all I felt when I had his body as mine. He was my obedient
Kakarotto. That thought made me smirk pleasurably. Ha! That got the crome- dome angered. He
threw one of Bulma's expensive vases, which she claimed came from some place called Egypt. I
am not an earthling so I do not know of such geographical positions.
Then it seemed like all of us in the room turned our heads toward the corner where the broken,
Egyptian pieces laid, and there he was.
Kawaii as ever, rubbing his left eye, his hair messier than normal and then yawning, as if he
awoke from a long hard sleep. Kakarotto seemed as normal as ever.
The crome-dome immediately arose from his grumpy, pissed off mood and went on to his
content, joyful self. He ran over to Kakarotto and embraced him in a hug. The short man looked
like Kakarotto's son if anything else. He is so short, bald and ugly. anyways.
The old man on the other side smiled while he stood up slowly and warily. I'm surprise he can still
hold himself up, he is so fucking old! And I?
Well, I stood up and crossed my arms over my chest, standing in my usual stance. But I was
consumed in joy to see my pet healthy and awake. For a few moments I thought I had hurt him in
some way. Some distinct way! To interrupt my thoughts the crome-dome went off blabbering
about the 'horrible' and 'disgusting' things I was doing to him. I shrugged them off and smirked,
while looking to the side. I was not ashamed of what I wanted, but I was ashamed that they saw.
That's when I abruptly shifted my head back on Kakarotto when he said,
"So?"
I could not believe it! He looked at me and smiled! Did he like it? Was he feeling the same
emotions and willing to express them publicly?
"I don't really care what happened Kuririn-san. Honestly, I don't even remember!" he laughed. He
laughed to mock me! Damn him!
"All I CAN remember is that I ate a really good lunch and I guess I nodded off..." he shrugged and
did his usual hand-behind-head thing to act real cute and innocent.
DAMN! BAKA! He was lying! He knew every goddamn minute of what just happen! And I knew
this because of those groans and moans he let out for me. YOU CAN'T OBLIVIOUSLY DO THAT
WHEN YOU ARE ASLEEP!! Not those moans. kami. I blush just remembering them.
*Sigh* If only I could hear them again. I lie back on the glacial wall and allow myself to sink into its
ice. I want warmth now. I want only his warmth.
From that day Kakarotto STILL claims that he does not remember when I was so close to fulfilling
my deepest yearning. But I know he does, he just needs SOMEONE to help him remember.
TBC===================================================== Yahoo! Part 2 was fun, now wasn't it?!!
^_^ please ppl! R&R!! give me sumthing to work with!!! I would really like it!!
AND THANK YOU AGAIN MIKE-SAN FOR BETA-READING THIS FOR ME! You're such a pal.. oh shucks! ::blush:: anyways! Thankx for reading! PART 3 is on itz way!