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Indigo Spice
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By: Amalthea* aka Saiyajin Peach aka Hatti Lee*
Started: 5.9.2


Author's Notes: This one ends with a bit of a cliffhanger... So sorry! Hee hee hee... Ah, you guys already know me... I love to make ya squirm! Enjoy, and don't forget to review!!

Warnings: This fic is yaoi, which means it contains male/male intimacy. If you're uncomfortable with that or if you're just plain narrow-minded, I suggest you go elsewhere. Also, this fic is rated R for slight violence, language, and sexual content. If you're under age or uncomfortable with that, please go elsewhere.

Disclaimer: I don't own DragonBall Z or it's characters. I'm not making any money off of this. So, please don't sue me!!! It's not like you'd get much anyways.

Okay, if there's anyone left... One with the fic...

XIV


The sun was low when they arrived at their desired location. Large and burning orange, it crept below the horizon, throwing the sky into a myriad or colors, from red to orange to pink.

"What are we tryin' to figure out?" Goku asked, scratching the back of his neck at the hairline.

"Last time we figured out the exact location of the entire barrier, all the way around and quite a bit about where they put that damn chip inside us, but I want to be sure about it." Vejita said as he lifted a hand and reached across the invisible barrier. Nothing happened of course, but he was just enjoying the idea that the damn things didn't exist at all. He stepped forward, however, and felt a sharp electric jolt in his rib cage, somewhere in the middle.

Goku watched as his prince quickly stepped back, slouching with his hands on his knees, breathing deeply. Goku knew quite well that the shock caused from the barriers took your breath away painfully.

Hours passed and they were both drenched in sweat, "Its not as closed to my heart as I thought It feels closer to my right ribs."

"Yeah, I think it's the same with me. It's going to hurt like Hell."

"Huh? We're gonna get it out?" Goku asked, straightening his posture as he turned to look at his fellow Saiyajin.

"Tonight. Come on, let's do it at home. If anyone sees us they'll tell that damned president and we'll be back in the dungeon." Vejita explained, standing tall as well.

Goku nodded, "Right."

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It was a strange event, but no one noticed as the nervous Earth-Saiyajin closed the door to hotel room eight, the number hanging sideways due to a missing screw.

Vejita didn't bother with a shower, although he was quite sweaty, but they'd be nothing but blood in a moment, then a shower would be in order.

"H How are we going to do this?" Goku asked, stepping back into the room, his hands fiddling with the sash at his waist.

Vejita let his hand bump against the kitchen table as he grabbed the large kitchen knife that lay upon it, a metal sound filling their ears as he lifted it, the blade sliding across the surface of their table, "With this."

Goku swallowed, "Right, but what if I mess up? I don't want to kill you, Jita."

"I'll go first, so you'll know what to do. Will you have the strength?"

Goku nodded.

"Good, now, lie down."

The younger of the two men did as he was told, lying on the floor rather than the bed. There was surely going to be a large amount of blood, the bed would be ruined, their bed. Hopefully, the stain won't be so bad on the filthy brown carpet.

Vejita knelt beside the boy, using a damp washcloth to remove as much sweat and dirt from the boy's chest as possible, "Close your eyes, Kakarotto." The younger Saiyajin did as he was told, taking in a deep breath, knowing this was going to hurt. Vejita smirked in respect for the boy's bravery, then proceeded to place the knife in the right spot and press down powerfully to get through the strong Saiyajin bones.

A flash of white zipped across his eyelids as the pain shot through his chest. Goku gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and fought off unconsciousness.

Hours later they lie beside one another on the floor, their bodies indeed drenched in blood and sweat. The large gashes on their chests crudely sewn up with large twine, the needle tossed angrily across the room, horribly dull.

"You You said no needles." Goku muttered, having to pause to cough, blood seeping from his lips, leaking down his face and neck.

"Baka How the fuck did you think we'd close the wounds." Vejita growled in pained humor. Surprisingly the boy had done well, obviously he'd paid close attention to what had been done to him.

"What now? I can't sleep All this blood is makin' me so awake." Goku said, slowly lifting a hand to his mouth, sucking the blood from his fingers. His eyes flew open at the marvelous taste. Of course, he'd tasted his blood many times throughout all his training and such, but this wasn't his blood, and it tasted so much better. Kami! So much better!

Vejita watched in amazement as the boy slowly sat up, his body shaking from the pain it must cause him to do so. Strangely enough, the younger Saiyajin lightly ran his fingers through the blood still puddled on the prince's chest, bringing the fingers to his mouth and sucking hungrily. Vejita's eyes practically bulged. The boy was tasting his blood! Just like a Saiyajin!

"Ji Jita, I.." Goku collapsed, his body lying halfway atop his prince.

Vejita quickly analyzed the situation. The blood in the room was what it was, the aroma filling his nostrils as well. Now that he thought about it, he did feel a slight stirring in his nether regions, but this wasn't right. The boy was a third class, practically Human! No, that didn't matter. Deep down he knew that didn't matter. So, what was the problem? Minutes passed in his mind and it remained blank. There wasn't a problem. So, why was he so hesitant?

He didn't want to hurt the boy. That's what it was. Of course, not physically, the boy wouldn't be hurt like that. Vejita knew deep down that he was quite gentle. However, the bond that would come of such a pairing was severely strong. Separation could drive them mad, maybe even cause death. However, it was a risk he'd have to take. Living any longer without doing anything would surely come to the same results. Besides, he was a prince! Royalty! And he did what he wanted, and right now He wanted to make endless love to the beautiful Saiyajin, Kakarotto.

Goku was so confused as to his wants and needs, not to mention his sudden excitement, a feeling slightly new to his lower half. However, he was surprised to suddenly feel Vejita moving beneath him, skillful fingers pulling at his sash. Seconds later his gi pants were being pushed down, and a few more seconds later he was completely naked.

"Jita?" His question went unanswered, however, as warm, blood-sticky hands took hold of his manhood. In that instant he knew nothing and everything, and the thought rang in his head like a bell as he spoke it aloud, "I'm yours."

Vejita grinned through his pain, licking at the blood on Kakarotto's face, surprised that it strangely tasted quite similar to maple syrup.

Goku grew impatient and turned his head, letting that clever tongue glide into his mouth. Their blood mingled their, having risen from within them, from their wounds earlier. It was glorious, a miracle.

Removing what was left of the prince's clothes turned out to be quite a challenge. The fabric was tough, and it took an effort for Goku to convince his muscles to cooperate. Vejita too was in the nude soon enough though, and their bodies practically melted together, a combination of blood, sweat, and flesh.

The move Vejita had planned to the bed never happened. With what strength he had, he found himself atop his lover. Little more than an hour passed as their tongues glided over every inch of their bodies, licking up all the blood they could, memorizing cracks, crannies, and curves over and over again.

Vejita had been surprised to discover that the boy had never masturbated. Of course, he should have known, something so pure could never do such a thing. He hadn't learned through questioning though. He'd wordlessly taught the boy, pushing a skillful hand to the boy's manhood.

Goku had picked up on the art quickly, learning which places lit him ablaze, and soon enough, he came, sighing heavily as he did so.

Vejita smirked at the adorable expression his lover made as he encouraged the boy to taste his own seed. The prince forced back a laugh as he refused to give the boy the rest, causing him to pout. Instead, he used the still warm seed to prepare the young Saiyajin.

Goku gasped as a probing digit discovered a new pleasure in him. He learned that he was capable of moaning easily, even through his injury and pain.

As he pressed forward, taking what little virginity the boy had left, Vejita gasped, marveling at the sensation of bonding as well as mating. He was more gentle than usual, his lack of strength forcing him to be so. Kakarotto moaned louder and louder, wriggling beneath him, raising strong legs to grip the prince's hips. The boy's large manhood, pressed between their bodies, suddenly released, drenching them further with the fluids of their bodies. The tightness clenched around him and with a final, powerful thrust, Vejita found himself grunting loudly, marking his mate deep within. At that moment, without warning, his mighty jaws clamped down on the warm, throbbing flesh connecting the Earth-Saiyajin's neck and shoulder, sharp teeth drawing blood easily. Vejita wrapped his arms around his lover, holding on tightly as the fresh gush pumped into his mouth. He drank hungrily, but the flow slowed quickly. Chewing and grinding his teeth the prince practically inhaled the new spurt of heavenly sweet blood. As he pulled away, he was glad to see that the flesh there was quite mangled and would be a beautiful scar that would never fade. The boy was truly his now.

Vejita's gaze moved from the fresh wound to the boy's face, eyes and teeth clinched. The expression wasn't one of too much pain, more so of pleasure and faded quickly.

"Kami, Jita What did ya do? I feel so" Goku managed, blood trickling from his mouth as he spoke.

"Shhh I'll explain later, sleep now." Vejita said through a genuine smile, slowly sliding off the boy, to lie beside him.

Goku turned painfully, sidling up to his prince, resting his head on the smooth, wet chest and draping an arm over and around the narrow waist. He didn't think too much about what had just occurred. He was so exhausted.

In seconds they were both fast asleep, the closed room filled with the scent of their lovemaking. Less than a meter away, two small objects lie, blinking slowly, a tiny red light shining from each of them, shining through the blood and flesh that dripped and hung, clotting and hardening upon them.

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Bulma yawned, scratching her head as she stumbled into the kitchen wearing a short nightgown and a pair of shorts, both pastel plaid. It wasn't very early, but her parents were no where to be seen. Her mother was more than likely at the bakery and her father undoubtedly was toiling away in his workshop. Just as the blue-haired beauty began to wake up, the doorbell went off.

"Enter!" she called, causing the door to automatically open. Moments later Yamcha and Krillin were finding their way into the kitchen.

"Hey. We met on the way. Did you just wake up?" Yamcha asked, kissing his girlfriend on the cheek before taking a seat. He and Krillin were dressed similar, jeans and a T-shirt.

"Yeah, I was up late helping Dad with a new Capsule prototype."

"Where's Chi-Chi?" Krillin asked, a little anxious to see his best friend. Just as he finished his sentence the doorbells unique tune rang and Bulma gave command again.

Chi-Chi hurried in to the sound of her best friend's voice, wearing stylish sweatshirt and a pair of jeans, her hair done up on her head, "I'm sorry I'm a little late I couldn't decide what to wear."

"No problem, we just got here ourselves Besides, Bul's not even dressed." Yamcha said, smiling.

"Yeah, yeah I better get upstairs. You guys wait here?" She asked, hoping they didn't need entertainment for the few minutes it'd take her to get ready.

"We're good." Krillin said.

"Oh, wait, I'll come up with you." Chi-Chi said, the two of them hurrying upstairs.

Once they were alone, Bulma began rummaging through her closet, deciding quickly.

"Hey, you excited?" Chi-Chi asked, sitting on the springy bed.

"A little I feel bad about what happened last time." Bulma said, sucking in as much as possible as she sipped up a pair of black jeans with much effort.

"Yeah I still feel like this is all my fault." The raven-haired girl whispered.

"Oh shush You know Goku He would never blame all this on you? It wasn't your fault. Now come on." Bulma pulled at her white button up shirt, combed her hair with her fingers, and pulled on a black leather jacket.

"Come on, let's get going."

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"Check it out," Yamcha said, tossing a capsule into the driveway, "I brought a four-seater this time."

Krillin marveled at the sporting looking red Capsule car, "You traded in again?"

"Yeah, great, huh?"

"Yeah." Krillin muttered sarcastically, jealous of his friend. The four of them climbed in, and in moments, they were zooming towards Saint Ren'ai Street.

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"Hey, the doors shut It's always been open lately." Krillin said as he shut the car door, standing tall to peer at the room his friend lived in across the street.

"Well, it's been getting colder." Bulma said, offering a reasonable explanation.

They were all nervous as they crossed the street, stopping in front of room eight of the horrible little hotel. Krillin swallowed hard and let his fist rain upon the surprisingly sturdy door. Seconds and soon minutes passed and he knocked again and again.

"I guess he's not home." Chi-Chi said through a sigh.

"Let's just go in I bet it's not locked." Yamcha suggested.

"But what if they're home and they don't want to see us. That would be pretty awkward." Krillin said, his eyebrows high in a bold expression.

"I don't care. We planned this and came all this way to see him. I'm going in!" Bulma said, pushing through the group, her hand finding the cold doorknob quickly.

The door swung open, and the smell hit them hard and strong, "What the Hell is that?" Yamcha said in disgust, flinging a hand over his nose like the others. Slowly they made their way into the room. It was nearly noon and the sun shone brightly outside, but inside the rank little room, it was nearly pitch black.

Bulma slid her hand along the wall and soon found the light switch, flooding the room with false, slightly dim radiance. They all gasped, hands flying to their mouths in shock as well as shielding their noses from the stench.

To Be Continued...

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