Title: The Dream Within
warnings: male x male
notes: after a long hiatus, its back. hope you're all still interested
Chapter 5 - Viva Forever
Goku stood to one side of the clearing in the forest, arms crossed in front of his chest and head raised to gaze towards the heavens. After Vegeta's blatant rejection of him he had progressed into a deep bout of depression. He felt as if he were swimming in an abyss of misery. Goku had always known, buried within his heart, that he cared for the proud Saiyajin no Ouji. They were the last of their kind. Vegeta was his only connection to the home he couldn't remember. Goku had fully realised it when Vegeta died at the hands of Frieza. The lone tear that had coursed Vegeta's cheek had given Goku hope that if Vegeta could just cry one tear than there was hope that Vegeta might let his guard down enough in order for Goku to wheedle his way into his heart.
Goku was a patient man when he had to be and he regarded the matter worth his time waiting over. He hadn't cared for Chichi anywhere close to the depths he did Vegeta but he knew that he had tried his hardest to the make the woman happy and he also knew he had failed miserably. Goku figured it was the same for Vegeta. Bulma had been this ever present force in Vegeta's life and for once Vegeta was prepared to push aside his pride and settle down. Neither had reckoned that both women in their lives would die prematurely. The brunt of Goku's wakening feelings fully swelled to tsunami proportions the day Chichi died. He felt guilty that on the day of the death of his wife, he had been having lustful images of himself pounding into Vegeta and being taken roughly in return. Goku's Saiyajin side corrupted his human part and consummed him with aching desire for Vegeta. It was the main reason he had trained himself exceptionally vigorously following the months after the funeral. His friends all thought it was from grief; not wild, animalistic sexual yearning that was balanced by deep- rooted love.
It had taken all of Goku's willpower not to confess his feelings for Vegeta when it was pronounced Bulma was dead at West City Hospital because of hemorraghing from childbirth. The prince had been cold and indifferent but Goku saw the tortured soul underneath the facade of iciness. The tears that Vegeta shed during the rain that accompanied Bulma's funeral gave insight to Goku that Vegeta was suffering just as much as Goku who had loved Bulma like the sister and mother he'd never had. Goku's resolve not to hurt or anger Vegeta clarified that he would have to keep his love a secret. Although they were friends it was a gigantic step from companions to partners. The insults, sneers, taunts, and fights had slackened. Vegeta and Goku trained harder than they ever had before. For Goku, just being near his prince made his days the brightest and when Vegeta let his rare humour and even rare smiles escape when in Goku's prescence, it had his heart yammering excitedly and his mood change from merry to downright hyper.
A month ago, Goku had woken with an indescribable pain nearly causing him to collapse to the floor in a faint. He'd never felt anything like it before. It wasn't exterior pain but after a couple episodes, Goku had it calculated that the pain started from within. He hadn't told went to a doctor for some sixth sense told him that this was because of his Saiyajin heritage. Goku was oblivious to anything that had to do with that side of him so in one of Vegeta's more talkative moments, Goku had innocently asked during one of Vegeta's childish stories from when he was a toddler and Frieza had not yet claimed dominion over Vegjitasei.
Vegeta had been curious as to why he wanted to know but hadn't pressed it, far too eager to snub Goku's ignorance for his lack of knowing about his people. He had told Goku that if the one experiencing the pain had been rejected from mating and if the person had already aknowledged the target having full rights to their soul, then within a few weeks or months following the first signs of pain, they would die. Goku had kept his interested visage while internally he was trembling. Where different evils hadn't conquered him, a heart break was. It would have been hilarious had it not been so serious.
But then, a couple weeks ago, Vegeta had shown interest in him. They had kissed and touched. It was more than Goku could have imagined. Vegeta grabbing his hips and pressing the proofs of their long denied coupling together in one glorious friction that had nearly engulphed Goku in forever bliss. Vegeta carressing their tongues together, Vegeta's fingers on his nipples. Then there was Vegeta jesting with him, Vegeta with those charcoal oculates flashing with love even if it was only for a second. The pain hadn't came back until Vegeta's last rejection. However, the pain had been tranquil. As if it were preparing Goku for his final farewell into the afterlife.
A wind sprang from the east, bringing with it a familiar scent that had Goku's fists clenching at the same time his eyes widened and cheeks flushed. The Saiyan Prince landed a few feet in front of him, glare sizing him up. Goku refused to back down from the sharp gaze, meeting his prince's stare with calm. Vegeta felt as if he were looking at a husk, the shell of the man. Had he done this to Goku? "Kakarotto."
"Vegeta."
Vegeta hned. "Your brats and my brat are concered about you. Goten said that you hadn't been training this week and that you've been moping. Tell me, Kakarotto, are you that weak that my rejecting your advances have managed to do what I've never done with brute power?" Vegeta smirked as Goku's eyes flashed teal. "It looks like I've finally won, Kakarotto. I've defeated you without lifting a hand." Black hair flared platinum but Vegeta continued. "It's not the way I would have wanted our game to end. I'd rather have defeated you by pounding into you, you grunting beneath me."
Goku's eyes widened. Vegeta's words send a sharp lance of sexual energy to his loins, tightening them immediately. "Isn't that what you want, Kakarotto?" Vegeta asked, voice a sibilant whisper. "Or maybe I might concede. Maybe it would be me on my back with my legs on your shoulders, you thrusting inside me so hard that the windows shatter and bed rocks against the wall. Or me riding you as you buck your hips to drive your cock into me further. Is that it?" Vegeta's hand cupped the erection through the gi pants. Goku's aquamarine eyes shuddered close, hips moving of their own accord. "Tell me Kakarotto, I want to hear you tell me what you want."
"Please, stop this." Goku held the tears in, riding the balance of pleasure and sorrow. "This is only a game to you. It hurts so fucking much that you're only doing this to hurt me." Super Saiyajin retreated and Goku was in his normal state. Vegeta removed his hand, not knowing that he'd caused this much pain to Goku. Goku had been serious with his affections, serious about his admission of love.
The groping and kissing had been real to Goku. It hadn't been some game to Goku as Vegeta had first thought. Goku fell to the ground. "Why dont you want me?"
Vegeta sighed at Goku's pitiful voice. "Kakarotto, who am I?"
Goku furrowed his brows in confusion. "Why are you asking me that? You're Vegeta, the Saiyajin no Ouji."
"Exactly. Who are you?" Goku showed further puzzlement so Vegeta answered for him. "You are Kakarotto, a third class Saiyajin that had low power levels at birth and was thus sent to Chik'yuu to deal with this planet. You are Goku. A human raised Saiyajin that has defened Chik'yuu numerous times and who will always be the stronger one of us. I am your prince. I am supposed to have the supreme power. It was my right to be a Super Saiyajin but you came along and beat me to it. Pride might not mean much to you Kakarotto but it's one of the one constants in my life that I know I can always count on."
"That's why?" Goku shook his head in disbelief. "Have I ever tried to act superior to you? No. Have I ever insulted you or called you weak? No. I know you're my prince. I respect you, honour you, and love you. I would never treat you like you were inferior."
Vegeta had to admit that Goku was right. He was aware that if Vejitasei hadn't been destroyed then Goku would have most likely been made an elite. It had always been the line drawn in the sand; Goku's third class title. Did it even matter anymore? He and Goku were the only pure bloods left. Vegeta looked at Goku. He seemed so broken. "I'm not a loving type. You know that. What do you want from me? Romance? Sex?"
"I dont want anything from you but your love! I know that you have to feel something for me Vegeta. I could see it in your eyes. I could feel it in your touch. I'm not strong enough to do this anymore Vegeta. If you can't admit that you love me then it's not worth either of our time. This entire conversation means nothing."
Vegeta sank to the grass on his knees, grabbing Goku's chin and forcing the younger man to meet his penetrating gaze. "You asked me that question because you're going through it. I am not obligated to love you. You offered your soul to me without my consent. You have done this to yourself."
"Fuck you Vegeta!" Goku struggled to free himself but emotional drainage prevented him from doing so.
Vegeta wrapped his arms around Goku, holding him tight. "Shut up Kakarotto. I am not some weak woman that can just utter what you want me to. You've made me feel strange since I first met you. Did you know that I thought you were beautiful when you arrived on that cloud? Dende, I had wanted to take you right then and there but you were my enemy then. When you spared my life I was furious but underneath the rage I was relieved. I might see you again. I was never innocent and I hated myself for wanting you and I hated you even more for making me feel something. Then when you kept being stronger then me, it buried what I had felt for you and consumed me. After Buu's defeat and peace finally came I had to relent. I told myself that you were the stronger of us but that wouldn't stop me from beating you one day. I still will. With that hate dissipating, the churnings of emotions surfaced. Do you see, Kakarotto?"
Goku nodded, raising his head from Vegeta's shoulder. "I understand Vegeta. Does this mean you want to try to work on a relationship...?"
"Ahou." Vegeta rolled his eyes. "I'm not ready. Give me a few days to think about this. Will you do that for me?"
"Anything."
"Good. I expect you to feel better..."
Goku sheepishly smiled. "I will."
Vegeta kissed Goku chastely. "In three days you will have your answer. I suggest you talk to my brat. There are some things you need to know about Saiyajin mating." Without a goodybe, Vegeta launched into the sky and head towards Capsule Corporation.
Goku grinned. Vegeta had admitted that he loved him. Not with the words but Goku knew. Now, where was Trunks...?
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Review please :)
warnings: male x male
notes: after a long hiatus, its back. hope you're all still interested
Chapter 5 - Viva Forever
Goku stood to one side of the clearing in the forest, arms crossed in front of his chest and head raised to gaze towards the heavens. After Vegeta's blatant rejection of him he had progressed into a deep bout of depression. He felt as if he were swimming in an abyss of misery. Goku had always known, buried within his heart, that he cared for the proud Saiyajin no Ouji. They were the last of their kind. Vegeta was his only connection to the home he couldn't remember. Goku had fully realised it when Vegeta died at the hands of Frieza. The lone tear that had coursed Vegeta's cheek had given Goku hope that if Vegeta could just cry one tear than there was hope that Vegeta might let his guard down enough in order for Goku to wheedle his way into his heart.
Goku was a patient man when he had to be and he regarded the matter worth his time waiting over. He hadn't cared for Chichi anywhere close to the depths he did Vegeta but he knew that he had tried his hardest to the make the woman happy and he also knew he had failed miserably. Goku figured it was the same for Vegeta. Bulma had been this ever present force in Vegeta's life and for once Vegeta was prepared to push aside his pride and settle down. Neither had reckoned that both women in their lives would die prematurely. The brunt of Goku's wakening feelings fully swelled to tsunami proportions the day Chichi died. He felt guilty that on the day of the death of his wife, he had been having lustful images of himself pounding into Vegeta and being taken roughly in return. Goku's Saiyajin side corrupted his human part and consummed him with aching desire for Vegeta. It was the main reason he had trained himself exceptionally vigorously following the months after the funeral. His friends all thought it was from grief; not wild, animalistic sexual yearning that was balanced by deep- rooted love.
It had taken all of Goku's willpower not to confess his feelings for Vegeta when it was pronounced Bulma was dead at West City Hospital because of hemorraghing from childbirth. The prince had been cold and indifferent but Goku saw the tortured soul underneath the facade of iciness. The tears that Vegeta shed during the rain that accompanied Bulma's funeral gave insight to Goku that Vegeta was suffering just as much as Goku who had loved Bulma like the sister and mother he'd never had. Goku's resolve not to hurt or anger Vegeta clarified that he would have to keep his love a secret. Although they were friends it was a gigantic step from companions to partners. The insults, sneers, taunts, and fights had slackened. Vegeta and Goku trained harder than they ever had before. For Goku, just being near his prince made his days the brightest and when Vegeta let his rare humour and even rare smiles escape when in Goku's prescence, it had his heart yammering excitedly and his mood change from merry to downright hyper.
A month ago, Goku had woken with an indescribable pain nearly causing him to collapse to the floor in a faint. He'd never felt anything like it before. It wasn't exterior pain but after a couple episodes, Goku had it calculated that the pain started from within. He hadn't told went to a doctor for some sixth sense told him that this was because of his Saiyajin heritage. Goku was oblivious to anything that had to do with that side of him so in one of Vegeta's more talkative moments, Goku had innocently asked during one of Vegeta's childish stories from when he was a toddler and Frieza had not yet claimed dominion over Vegjitasei.
Vegeta had been curious as to why he wanted to know but hadn't pressed it, far too eager to snub Goku's ignorance for his lack of knowing about his people. He had told Goku that if the one experiencing the pain had been rejected from mating and if the person had already aknowledged the target having full rights to their soul, then within a few weeks or months following the first signs of pain, they would die. Goku had kept his interested visage while internally he was trembling. Where different evils hadn't conquered him, a heart break was. It would have been hilarious had it not been so serious.
But then, a couple weeks ago, Vegeta had shown interest in him. They had kissed and touched. It was more than Goku could have imagined. Vegeta grabbing his hips and pressing the proofs of their long denied coupling together in one glorious friction that had nearly engulphed Goku in forever bliss. Vegeta carressing their tongues together, Vegeta's fingers on his nipples. Then there was Vegeta jesting with him, Vegeta with those charcoal oculates flashing with love even if it was only for a second. The pain hadn't came back until Vegeta's last rejection. However, the pain had been tranquil. As if it were preparing Goku for his final farewell into the afterlife.
A wind sprang from the east, bringing with it a familiar scent that had Goku's fists clenching at the same time his eyes widened and cheeks flushed. The Saiyan Prince landed a few feet in front of him, glare sizing him up. Goku refused to back down from the sharp gaze, meeting his prince's stare with calm. Vegeta felt as if he were looking at a husk, the shell of the man. Had he done this to Goku? "Kakarotto."
"Vegeta."
Vegeta hned. "Your brats and my brat are concered about you. Goten said that you hadn't been training this week and that you've been moping. Tell me, Kakarotto, are you that weak that my rejecting your advances have managed to do what I've never done with brute power?" Vegeta smirked as Goku's eyes flashed teal. "It looks like I've finally won, Kakarotto. I've defeated you without lifting a hand." Black hair flared platinum but Vegeta continued. "It's not the way I would have wanted our game to end. I'd rather have defeated you by pounding into you, you grunting beneath me."
Goku's eyes widened. Vegeta's words send a sharp lance of sexual energy to his loins, tightening them immediately. "Isn't that what you want, Kakarotto?" Vegeta asked, voice a sibilant whisper. "Or maybe I might concede. Maybe it would be me on my back with my legs on your shoulders, you thrusting inside me so hard that the windows shatter and bed rocks against the wall. Or me riding you as you buck your hips to drive your cock into me further. Is that it?" Vegeta's hand cupped the erection through the gi pants. Goku's aquamarine eyes shuddered close, hips moving of their own accord. "Tell me Kakarotto, I want to hear you tell me what you want."
"Please, stop this." Goku held the tears in, riding the balance of pleasure and sorrow. "This is only a game to you. It hurts so fucking much that you're only doing this to hurt me." Super Saiyajin retreated and Goku was in his normal state. Vegeta removed his hand, not knowing that he'd caused this much pain to Goku. Goku had been serious with his affections, serious about his admission of love.
The groping and kissing had been real to Goku. It hadn't been some game to Goku as Vegeta had first thought. Goku fell to the ground. "Why dont you want me?"
Vegeta sighed at Goku's pitiful voice. "Kakarotto, who am I?"
Goku furrowed his brows in confusion. "Why are you asking me that? You're Vegeta, the Saiyajin no Ouji."
"Exactly. Who are you?" Goku showed further puzzlement so Vegeta answered for him. "You are Kakarotto, a third class Saiyajin that had low power levels at birth and was thus sent to Chik'yuu to deal with this planet. You are Goku. A human raised Saiyajin that has defened Chik'yuu numerous times and who will always be the stronger one of us. I am your prince. I am supposed to have the supreme power. It was my right to be a Super Saiyajin but you came along and beat me to it. Pride might not mean much to you Kakarotto but it's one of the one constants in my life that I know I can always count on."
"That's why?" Goku shook his head in disbelief. "Have I ever tried to act superior to you? No. Have I ever insulted you or called you weak? No. I know you're my prince. I respect you, honour you, and love you. I would never treat you like you were inferior."
Vegeta had to admit that Goku was right. He was aware that if Vejitasei hadn't been destroyed then Goku would have most likely been made an elite. It had always been the line drawn in the sand; Goku's third class title. Did it even matter anymore? He and Goku were the only pure bloods left. Vegeta looked at Goku. He seemed so broken. "I'm not a loving type. You know that. What do you want from me? Romance? Sex?"
"I dont want anything from you but your love! I know that you have to feel something for me Vegeta. I could see it in your eyes. I could feel it in your touch. I'm not strong enough to do this anymore Vegeta. If you can't admit that you love me then it's not worth either of our time. This entire conversation means nothing."
Vegeta sank to the grass on his knees, grabbing Goku's chin and forcing the younger man to meet his penetrating gaze. "You asked me that question because you're going through it. I am not obligated to love you. You offered your soul to me without my consent. You have done this to yourself."
"Fuck you Vegeta!" Goku struggled to free himself but emotional drainage prevented him from doing so.
Vegeta wrapped his arms around Goku, holding him tight. "Shut up Kakarotto. I am not some weak woman that can just utter what you want me to. You've made me feel strange since I first met you. Did you know that I thought you were beautiful when you arrived on that cloud? Dende, I had wanted to take you right then and there but you were my enemy then. When you spared my life I was furious but underneath the rage I was relieved. I might see you again. I was never innocent and I hated myself for wanting you and I hated you even more for making me feel something. Then when you kept being stronger then me, it buried what I had felt for you and consumed me. After Buu's defeat and peace finally came I had to relent. I told myself that you were the stronger of us but that wouldn't stop me from beating you one day. I still will. With that hate dissipating, the churnings of emotions surfaced. Do you see, Kakarotto?"
Goku nodded, raising his head from Vegeta's shoulder. "I understand Vegeta. Does this mean you want to try to work on a relationship...?"
"Ahou." Vegeta rolled his eyes. "I'm not ready. Give me a few days to think about this. Will you do that for me?"
"Anything."
"Good. I expect you to feel better..."
Goku sheepishly smiled. "I will."
Vegeta kissed Goku chastely. "In three days you will have your answer. I suggest you talk to my brat. There are some things you need to know about Saiyajin mating." Without a goodybe, Vegeta launched into the sky and head towards Capsule Corporation.
Goku grinned. Vegeta had admitted that he loved him. Not with the words but Goku knew. Now, where was Trunks...?
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