disclaimers: ...hmm. Do I own it *ponders* Can't say I do. Oh poopie :(
YAOI! boy x boy love so if you dont like seeing your favorite bishonen going at it like rabbits in heat, you should probably leave now. ^_~
summary: Two years after the end of Dbz. Vegeta wakes with dreams, dreams of a person eliciting carnal desires within his being. They feel too real to be fake. Little does Vegeta know that Goku has the same dreams.
A note: I refuse to have Bulma be bastardized (she's my fave girl in the show!) so I killed her instead.... (Also, I killed Bura........;_;) Theres' TRUTEN IN HERE! *rejoices*
THE DREAM WITHIN
"Kami, don't stop," he heard himself say in fevered undertones, barely able to register any rational thoughts. Hands, chilled and unhumanely smooth, carressed the sculpted abdominal muscles. Fingertips kneaded into his flesh, ki flaming into a consuming heat of unquenchable pleasure. The digits, so meticulously calculating, traced the hip joints leading to his aroused state. He wrapped an arm around the neck of the shadow behind him and those soft, teasing fingers ascended his sides. One hand stopped at a nipple, the other trailed the arm around the shadow's neck to interlace their hands.
He heard himself moan, hips rocking against the figure at his back. A deep chuckle came near his right ear, an experienced tongue licking at his lobe. "Uh, stop playing around, koi." His voice was thick with need, desperately needing the friction that his lover could create. He groaned when that oh so delightful and wet organ slipped into his mouth, a small rivulet of saliva dripping down his chin.
"Beg me," the sultry and masculine voice whispered-
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Goku woke up to find himself drenched in sweat, hand wrapped around his erection. He frowned, immediately letting go. The dream had been different this time. The person had spoken and it sounded oddly familiar. Goku shrugged, getting up from the bed and padding bare footed down the hallway. He came to a full halt, nearly colliding into a hall table. He sensed two ki signatures. Peeping into his youngest son's bedroom, he gasped softly.
The twenty year old prince had his arms wrapped around Goten, spooning him. Trunks unconciously nuzzled the tufts of chocolate hair. "Hm...Chibi..." Trunks shifted the bundle securely as if...a thief in the night could steal Goten from him. Goku smiled, the least bit unaffected by the nature of his son's relationship.
Goku gently closed the door, the grin still hovering on his lips. He went into the kitchen, pulling the items for a sandwhich out of the pantry and refrigerator. His stomach growled loudly, producing a chuckle from the Son. Goku sighed. Seeing Trunks holding Goten so intimately, brought an image of Vegeta to his mind. Goku munched on his sandwhiches, easily devouring them in seconds. He opened the sliding door that led to the yard and further on, to the training grounds. What was it about Vegeta? His pride was....such an attraction. So strong and resolute, like nothing could ever touch him. However, Bulma's death did affect Vegeta just like Chichi's affected himself.
Goku went to the air, only to land at the beatened earth in the middle of the forest, a small river running near the edge. He shivered, mentally cursing himself for not putting a shirt on. He crossed his muscular arms in front of his bare chest, gazing at his reflection in the waters. When not having to pretend..he looked downright miserable. Goku blinked, sensing a ki.
Vegeta lowered himself to the ground, onyx eyes glittering. ".....Kakarotto..." Vegeta was surprised to see the other Saiyajin awake. He was shocked, yes but he was also somewhat glad that the other Saiyajin was with him. It...helped.
Goku tilted his head to the side, amused at what Vegeta was wearing. The trademarked spandex was replaced by loose fitting gi pants-much like Goku's own-and a bulky sweatshirt that no doubt hid another underneath it. Goku laughed. Vegeta glared. "I'm sorry Vegeta, you look like a kid!"
Vegeta huffed, crossing his arms. "At least I'm not half naked in this Kami forsaken climate!"
Goku had the grace to blush. "Well..I didn't really think about it."
"Thats the Kakarotto I know," Vegeta said, rolling his eyes. Goku chuckled nervously. The prince removed the hoodie, handing it to Goku who arched an eyebrow. "Yes, it will fit you baka. Its Trunks."
Goku pulled it over his head, enjoying the scent that clung to it. Spicy and exotic like Vegeta. Goku blinked. That was....a strange thought. "Thanks Vegeta." Goku sank to the ground, waiting patiently for the prince- who relucantly did-to sit beside him before speaking again. "Speaking of Trunks....he's here."
Vegeta nodded knowingly. Goku drew his brows in confusion, wondering just how Vegeta could tell. "Their kis, baka."
"Vegeta...how long have they been like..like this?"
"I don't know. Years probably."
"Years?!"
"They were practically thrown together by the onnas."
"True. Does it bother you?"
"It did at first..because Goten's your son." A flash of pain danced across Goku's face. "I hated the fact that ~my~ son, a Saiyajin prince, could have fallen in love with the son of a third class nobody." Vegeta noticed the hurt on his friend's features. "But that was then and this is now. To answer your question. No, it does not bother me."
"What changed your mind?" Goku asked, absently playing with a blade of grass that sprouted at the bank of the brook.
"Hn. I started to loose my feelings of hate and.....started to like you as a friend. When we fused into Vegeto and later, Gogeta, I couldn't help but admire you and your strength." Goku's eyes snapped up from their current position to lock onto the deep, obsidian depths. "Your pride, not for the Saiyajin race, but for life. Your commitment to your family. To your friends..even to me. Though I dont see why"
"Of course Vegeta. How could you even....even say that? And Vegeta, you are my friend and you mean alot to me. I lov-" Goku ceased speaking, eyes growing to the size of saucers. What had he been about to say?! That he loved Vegeta?!!! Apparently Vegeta had caught the first part. A rush of emotions flooded Goku's body. Before he realized, his lips were on Vegeta's. So soft, like velvet. He brought his hands to Vegeta's cheeks, holding the other Saiyajin steal though it was not needed; Vegeta was responding.
Vegeta roughly slipped his tongue into Goku's mouth, tangling with his. Vegeta wanted this. After being without contact with other people, it was a welcome. Vegeta gently pushed Goku to the ground, straddling his hips, their lips still connected and dueling with one another in the most age old battle.
Goku's hands traveled the the expanse of Vegeta's muscular chest, tracing the ridges the abs, fingering the pectorals. Vegeta's breathing quickened, his lungs started to heave, his entire body quivered with need. That was then, reality floated to Vegeta's lustfilled mind. He hastily scooted from Goku's body like he was the plague. Goku sat up, equally shocked.
Vegeta shook his head. 'This can't be happening. Not with him. Oh fuck. What he just did to me...it was just like my dream! Could it be..him? NO! 'Vegeta screamed in his mind. 'I have to get out of here before its goes further.' Vegeta turned, refusing to looks at Goku. 'If I look..I'll want to stay. Do not look at those puppy dog eyes.' Vegeta took a deep breath and launced into the air.
Goku blinked. 'What the hell? I..I dont understand. What is happening to me? To us?! Will things be different now? Will everytime I see Vegeta involve us kissing? Of us..doing more?' Goku went back inside, head hanging dejectedly.
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YAOI! boy x boy love so if you dont like seeing your favorite bishonen going at it like rabbits in heat, you should probably leave now. ^_~
summary: Two years after the end of Dbz. Vegeta wakes with dreams, dreams of a person eliciting carnal desires within his being. They feel too real to be fake. Little does Vegeta know that Goku has the same dreams.
A note: I refuse to have Bulma be bastardized (she's my fave girl in the show!) so I killed her instead.... (Also, I killed Bura........;_;) Theres' TRUTEN IN HERE! *rejoices*
THE DREAM WITHIN
"Kami, don't stop," he heard himself say in fevered undertones, barely able to register any rational thoughts. Hands, chilled and unhumanely smooth, carressed the sculpted abdominal muscles. Fingertips kneaded into his flesh, ki flaming into a consuming heat of unquenchable pleasure. The digits, so meticulously calculating, traced the hip joints leading to his aroused state. He wrapped an arm around the neck of the shadow behind him and those soft, teasing fingers ascended his sides. One hand stopped at a nipple, the other trailed the arm around the shadow's neck to interlace their hands.
He heard himself moan, hips rocking against the figure at his back. A deep chuckle came near his right ear, an experienced tongue licking at his lobe. "Uh, stop playing around, koi." His voice was thick with need, desperately needing the friction that his lover could create. He groaned when that oh so delightful and wet organ slipped into his mouth, a small rivulet of saliva dripping down his chin.
"Beg me," the sultry and masculine voice whispered-
* * *
Goku woke up to find himself drenched in sweat, hand wrapped around his erection. He frowned, immediately letting go. The dream had been different this time. The person had spoken and it sounded oddly familiar. Goku shrugged, getting up from the bed and padding bare footed down the hallway. He came to a full halt, nearly colliding into a hall table. He sensed two ki signatures. Peeping into his youngest son's bedroom, he gasped softly.
The twenty year old prince had his arms wrapped around Goten, spooning him. Trunks unconciously nuzzled the tufts of chocolate hair. "Hm...Chibi..." Trunks shifted the bundle securely as if...a thief in the night could steal Goten from him. Goku smiled, the least bit unaffected by the nature of his son's relationship.
Goku gently closed the door, the grin still hovering on his lips. He went into the kitchen, pulling the items for a sandwhich out of the pantry and refrigerator. His stomach growled loudly, producing a chuckle from the Son. Goku sighed. Seeing Trunks holding Goten so intimately, brought an image of Vegeta to his mind. Goku munched on his sandwhiches, easily devouring them in seconds. He opened the sliding door that led to the yard and further on, to the training grounds. What was it about Vegeta? His pride was....such an attraction. So strong and resolute, like nothing could ever touch him. However, Bulma's death did affect Vegeta just like Chichi's affected himself.
Goku went to the air, only to land at the beatened earth in the middle of the forest, a small river running near the edge. He shivered, mentally cursing himself for not putting a shirt on. He crossed his muscular arms in front of his bare chest, gazing at his reflection in the waters. When not having to pretend..he looked downright miserable. Goku blinked, sensing a ki.
Vegeta lowered himself to the ground, onyx eyes glittering. ".....Kakarotto..." Vegeta was surprised to see the other Saiyajin awake. He was shocked, yes but he was also somewhat glad that the other Saiyajin was with him. It...helped.
Goku tilted his head to the side, amused at what Vegeta was wearing. The trademarked spandex was replaced by loose fitting gi pants-much like Goku's own-and a bulky sweatshirt that no doubt hid another underneath it. Goku laughed. Vegeta glared. "I'm sorry Vegeta, you look like a kid!"
Vegeta huffed, crossing his arms. "At least I'm not half naked in this Kami forsaken climate!"
Goku had the grace to blush. "Well..I didn't really think about it."
"Thats the Kakarotto I know," Vegeta said, rolling his eyes. Goku chuckled nervously. The prince removed the hoodie, handing it to Goku who arched an eyebrow. "Yes, it will fit you baka. Its Trunks."
Goku pulled it over his head, enjoying the scent that clung to it. Spicy and exotic like Vegeta. Goku blinked. That was....a strange thought. "Thanks Vegeta." Goku sank to the ground, waiting patiently for the prince- who relucantly did-to sit beside him before speaking again. "Speaking of Trunks....he's here."
Vegeta nodded knowingly. Goku drew his brows in confusion, wondering just how Vegeta could tell. "Their kis, baka."
"Vegeta...how long have they been like..like this?"
"I don't know. Years probably."
"Years?!"
"They were practically thrown together by the onnas."
"True. Does it bother you?"
"It did at first..because Goten's your son." A flash of pain danced across Goku's face. "I hated the fact that ~my~ son, a Saiyajin prince, could have fallen in love with the son of a third class nobody." Vegeta noticed the hurt on his friend's features. "But that was then and this is now. To answer your question. No, it does not bother me."
"What changed your mind?" Goku asked, absently playing with a blade of grass that sprouted at the bank of the brook.
"Hn. I started to loose my feelings of hate and.....started to like you as a friend. When we fused into Vegeto and later, Gogeta, I couldn't help but admire you and your strength." Goku's eyes snapped up from their current position to lock onto the deep, obsidian depths. "Your pride, not for the Saiyajin race, but for life. Your commitment to your family. To your friends..even to me. Though I dont see why"
"Of course Vegeta. How could you even....even say that? And Vegeta, you are my friend and you mean alot to me. I lov-" Goku ceased speaking, eyes growing to the size of saucers. What had he been about to say?! That he loved Vegeta?!!! Apparently Vegeta had caught the first part. A rush of emotions flooded Goku's body. Before he realized, his lips were on Vegeta's. So soft, like velvet. He brought his hands to Vegeta's cheeks, holding the other Saiyajin steal though it was not needed; Vegeta was responding.
Vegeta roughly slipped his tongue into Goku's mouth, tangling with his. Vegeta wanted this. After being without contact with other people, it was a welcome. Vegeta gently pushed Goku to the ground, straddling his hips, their lips still connected and dueling with one another in the most age old battle.
Goku's hands traveled the the expanse of Vegeta's muscular chest, tracing the ridges the abs, fingering the pectorals. Vegeta's breathing quickened, his lungs started to heave, his entire body quivered with need. That was then, reality floated to Vegeta's lustfilled mind. He hastily scooted from Goku's body like he was the plague. Goku sat up, equally shocked.
Vegeta shook his head. 'This can't be happening. Not with him. Oh fuck. What he just did to me...it was just like my dream! Could it be..him? NO! 'Vegeta screamed in his mind. 'I have to get out of here before its goes further.' Vegeta turned, refusing to looks at Goku. 'If I look..I'll want to stay. Do not look at those puppy dog eyes.' Vegeta took a deep breath and launced into the air.
Goku blinked. 'What the hell? I..I dont understand. What is happening to me? To us?! Will things be different now? Will everytime I see Vegeta involve us kissing? Of us..doing more?' Goku went back inside, head hanging dejectedly.
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