Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ – it belongs to its respective owners. This fan fiction is not a commercial project, and I am not making any money from writing it.
Warnings: Yaoi - Goku/Vegeta.
To Hell Together
by chayron
Part 11
It was morning already when Goku woke up to a sudden rise in ki. It was Vegeta's. Goku looked at the other's bed. Vegeta's ki lowered to normal again. Vegeta seemed to be still asleep. Most likely he was only dreaming.
A hissing, rushing noise made its way to his ears. Goku's eyes traveled to the window, looking outside. He finally realized what the noise was: it was raining heavily. Water poured over the windows. He could barely see rivulets searching for a path over the ground. The shimmering grass was flattened against the muddy surface. He doubted anyone would come by today.
Suddenly, Vegeta's ki shot upwards again. Goku heard Vegeta calling his name. Alarmed, he got up and approached Vegeta.
Goku felt his cheeks burn. Vegeta was having a wet dream. Vegeta was lying on his side and Goku couldn't see the prince's face clearly, but it was pretty clear what was going on. Vegeta's scent had that particular odour that he was now able to recognise perfectly. Soft moans drifted from Vegeta's mouth. They couldn't be mistaken for anything other. His fingers were tightly and spasmodically gripping the pillow. Vegeta's tail was trembling under the sheets.
Vegeta's ki flared higher again. He shifted, making his covers slide down to his waist, exposing his tanned muscular back. The aroma came in waves from Vegeta. It permeated the room, made Goku's world spin. Goku took in the sight before him, breathing it in. His eyes explored Vegeta's body curves, all the hills and valleys. His eyes lingered for a moment on the nape of his neck, noticing several soft looking strands of hair, almost like baby fine tendrils.
Vegeta moaned again, rolling to his stomach and starting to thrust into the mattress. His agitated and puffed out tail crept from under the covers, making the sheets slide further off his body. Goku felt his mouth water, felt his own arousal beginning to rise uncomfortably. Goku whimpered and put two fingers to his forehead, vanishing.
oOOoOOo
Vegeta woke up with a groan, feeling wetness on his lower body. He turned over and looked around the room. Kakarott was away.
He looked out the window. It was raining outside. He had lived on Earth now for a long time and still had never gotten used to the frequent rains. Water on Vegeta-sei was something rare and of great value, and here it was running free all over the windows and grass. It still seemed like an inexcusable waste.
Vegeta stood up, sniffling the air. He soon registered that the air was filled with the smell of sex. He went to the door to open it and clear the air. He stared for some time at the falling droplets outside, feeling the cold wind against his burning skin. He wasn't sure whether or not he was dissatisfied that Kakarott wasn't there. Sure his pheromones would have made Kakarott wild, made him react, but did he actually want to be taken only because of a reaction to his smell? He didn't want just a one-night-stand. If he had wanted that, he would already have seduced the younger Saiyan.
Vegeta turned from the door and walked back to his bed. He stuffed the bedclothes and his underwear into the washing-machine, added the soap, and turned it on. Now he needed to remove the smell from his skin. The fresh streaming natural shower outside would serve.
The chilly rain droplets felt wonderful on his feverish skin. He couldn't remember when his heat had ever been this bad. And it was only the third day! His instincts screamed at him for resisting. He was a young and healthy Saiyan in heat, and there was another young, strong, healthy Saiyan whom he liked and who wanted him. Vegeta growled, annoyed. The last few days he had spent a lot of time with the other Saiyan, and he knew his instincts were right. Apart from their ranks, they were perfect for each other. Neither of them was mated yet. They were the only beings who could match each other in power. They wanted each other. And ranks… Besides them, there weren't any Saiyans anymore who would care about class.
Vegeta shut his eyes and tilted his face to the rain. And where was Kakarott now? Why did he leave? He didn't go home. Vegeta knew that had the other Saiyan left for good, he would have said goodbye. So it meant he intended to come back soon. Yet Kakarott might have left because of his heat. Did the smell disturb him? That must be the case. No Saiyan could be indifferent to the scent of heat. He himself had problems with controlling himself while others were in heat. Gohan had proved that, and the kid wasn't even full-blooded Saiyan.
Vegeta went back to the house, wrapped himself in a towel, and went to the kitchen, drying his hair with a smaller towel on the way. He was hungry. The prince glanced around the kitchen. Kakarott hadn't eaten either. Nothing had been touched. Vegeta absentmindedly swept the towel over his damp hair. Then he felt Piccolo's ki outside the door. The Namek had been suppressing his ki till now. What did that mean?
Piccolo was completely dry thanks to some of his magic powers. He knocked on the door and stepped in. The sight of the half naked prince wrapped in a towel greeted him. Vegeta surely wasn't very happy to see him. Piccolo sniffed the air.
Vegeta growled threateningly and stepped back, his tail smacking wetly around his waist.
"I'm not interested in you," Piccolo immediately reassured the prince, "I just came to ask why you are still here. Hasn't Goku told you that you are free to go?"
Vegeta watched him with narrowed eyes then relaxed and sat down on the bed, continuing to dry his hair. "Yes, he told me. He let me stay here for awhile."
"Where is he? I cannot feel his ki."
Vegeta stood up and hung the towel on the chair. "I don't know. When I woke up, he was already gone."
Piccolo turned his head to the side. "He stayed here overnight?"
"Yes."
"You had an argument?"
"No." Vegeta felt annoyed. He hated to be questioned.
"Then… bad sex?"
Vegeta froze for a moment then turned to face the Namek. "There wasn't any sex."
"Maybe that's why he left…"
Vegeta pushed the chair closer to Piccolo. "I suggest you tell me everything."
oOOoOOo
Goku stood in flowing rain. His arousal was tamed, but his mind was still reeling. He was an idiot. A total idiot. He had run away. He knew perfectly well that Vegeta had called his name, and he had run away… Vegeta had been dreaming about him and had seemed very enthusiastic about it. And he, moron that he was, had run away! Run away when he should have joined Vegeta. And when Vegeta woke up, he'd think that he ran away because he felt revulsion at his heat and didn't want to have anything to do with him.
Goku sighed in annoyance and scratched his wet head. Why had his life turned into a soap opera? Why he was standing here half frozen in the rain while the man of his dreams was waiting for him in a warm dry house? The situation was too stupid, even for him.
Goku vanished, reappearing a moment later at the chemist's shop. Seconds later, he was back at his old house.
Vegeta and Piccolo turned in unison to look at the soaking wet Saiyan.
"Hi." Goku felt embarrassed. He shifted from one foot to other.
Vegeta stood up to look for more towels. "Here," said he, tossing one to the dripping wet Goku. "Go dry off and change."
Goku went to the kitchen. He dried himself and changed his clothes. Then he took in the state of the small room. Vegeta hadn't touched anything. Goku furrowed his brows. Suddenly, he realized how hungry he himself was. He went to the living room.
"Vegeta, what do you want for breakfast?"
Piccolo turned to Vegeta. His face didn't change much, but if he had eyebrows, they would have risen.
"Anything would do."
"Then we'll have a stew, soup and salad," Goku said, returning to the kitchen.
"Okay, I'll peel potatoes," Vegeta said, nodding.
Piccolo almost fainted at Vegeta's answer, but didn't comment. He concentrated on another question. "Goku can cook?"
"Yes, he can. And he's actually a good cook," Vegeta spoke as loud as possible so that Kakarott would be able to hear him.
"Okay, then I'll leave you both in peace." Piccolo bid his farewells to Goku and Vegeta, and flew back to the Lookout.
Goku fumbled with pots and dishes. So, Piccolo came to check and see why Vegeta was still here… It was interesting what they had been talking about. Usually, Vegeta wanted if not to fight with Piccolo, then to keep himself as far from the Namek as possible. And now they were having conversations. Goku discontentedly squashed a tomato while washing it. Jealous. He was jealous again. And jealous of Vegeta and Piccolo! Goku felt the urge to smash his head against the wall.
oOOoOOo
It was still raining heavily outside. After breakfast, they simply didn't know what to do. Goku was sitting at the window, looking out. Though the rain had a calming effect, he was tense. When he came back to the house, he had been so determined! But somehow Piccolo's presence threw him off balance. Goku slowly turned from the window and eyed Vegeta, who was watching TV, lying on his bed. The prince had turned his bed to a better angle and now could watch the box without breaking his neck. He was lying on his stomach, his feet dangling in the air. There was some gothic movie on about vampires. Goku had no idea why Vegeta was watching it. It was really nothing to get excited about. But Vegeta seemingly liked it; he would laugh his head off at the parts with the nibbling and biting and blood being drawn.
Goku noticed that Vegeta's tail had come loose from around his waist and had joined his feet in the air. Goku smiled. Now that was really adorable! And Vegeta could protest as much as he liked… Goku watched him for a while then went to the kitchen to make some sandwiches. Vegeta needed less food than he did, but Goku could bet the prince was already hungry, too. He came back and handed a sandwich to Vegeta who took it without even looking at him. He was still engulfed in the movie that was finally coming to end.
Vegeta turned the TV off and tossed the remote on the bed next to him. He devoured his sandwich, looking through the window. He could feel a pleasant tangling in his body. Then he sniffed the air and felt his cheeks blush a bit. Shit! He got too excited too easily. He turned to Kakarott and saw that he was watching him intently. Shit! They stared at each other for some time then Kakarott blinked, breaking eye contact and turned back to the rain outside the window.
Goku tried to calm himself. He couldn't believe… Vegeta was responding! Never in his life had he thought it was possible… Goku could smell it perfectly. Goku stared at the rain not seeing anything. That was it! Vegeta wanted him; he could see that plainly. No more games.
Goku got up and advanced on Vegeta, who still was on his bed. Goku watched as Vegeta's mouth parted slightly in surprise. The prince must have read the message in his eyes. Vegeta stood up and stepped back warily. Goku didn't even slow down. He reached Vegeta and tried to push him to the floor. But the prince wouldn't let him. He simply backed away, but soon had to stop because he got trapped in the corner. Vegeta realized his position and began to growl.
Goku felt annoyed. He didn't like the game the prince was playing. He pressed his body against Vegeta, trying to get him respond. He used Vegeta's surprise to his advantage, cupping his chin and kissing him. He kissed him hard, using his tongue wantonly. Goku was lucky to remove his tongue from Vegeta's mouth before the prince's teeth clamped down. Those sharp slick canines could have caused a lot of damage. Vegeta had stopped growling for a few seconds out of shock, but he started again. Goku began to doubt his idea. Vegeta didn't seem to be enjoying himself. Why couldn't he read anything in those black orbs before him? Why Vegeta was masking himself behind that indifferent wall? But why in hell had Vegeta's scent thickened?
Vegeta tried to push him away, but Goku held his position. He again tried to kiss the prince, but Vegeta turned his head to the side. Goku heard Vegeta gasp as he nibbled his neck. Vegeta began to struggle even more, but Goku tightened his hold. The friction caused Goku's cock to jump, and he could feel that the other Saiyan was in similar state.
Goku was torn between jumping Vegeta and running away. Why Vegeta was behaving like this? He had to make Vegeta answer to his need! Goku tried to push Vegeta in the direction of the bed. His attempts failed, and he decided to use the floor instead. He tried to caress Vegeta but, because he had to keep the prince's hands from hitting and punching, that was almost impossible. Finally he took both Vegeta's wrists in his hand, picked him up by the waist, and successfully laid his struggling, snarling, and growling treasure on the floor, pinning him down with his legs. He was painfully aware that the other Saiyan was flushed and had an erection to match his own. Suddenly, Vegeta bit him hard on the hand. Goku shrieked, and Vegeta's hands were free.
Now Goku was terrified. Vegeta really didn't like what he was doing. Goku's heart felt like it was going to burst. His head was spinning. Oh Gods! Vegeta would never forgive him for this. Oh Gods… Why was he so stupid?
Goku carefully avoided Vegeta's sharp nails and bites. And suddenly it became clear to Goku. All this time, the other Saiyan had been struggling, clawing, biting and growling. Vegeta hadn't even landed a blow on him. He could have kicked him in the groin or something. Even with his hands now free, he didn't try to punch him. Hell, Vegeta hadn't even ascended into Super Saiyan. No, instead the prince was clawing at him…
Goku lessened his hold on Vegeta's body. Vegeta's struggling stopped. Vegeta was lying beneath Goku still, his breathing somewhat ragged. His black bottomless eyes suddenly changed their expression from unreadable to amused. The growling ceased, and a smirk appeared on Vegeta's face.
"What an actor you are…" Goku said softly, his voice and body trembling.
Vegeta didn't say anything but his smirk widened.
Goku tried to keep himself from trembling, but was unable. This was only a game for Vegeta. How long had he known? Vegeta was amusing himself, and meanwhile Goku was trembling with terror. He had even thought Vegeta might see his efforts as an attempt to rape him!
Goku was confused, pained, and angry. Now a growl began to build in Goku's throat. Vegeta's expression didn't change, but his eyes showed concern.
"How could you do this to me?" Goku whispered, searching Vegeta's face but not finding an answer. "I hope you had a good time laughing at me."
Goku began to get up, and suddenly Vegeta panicked. He grabbed Goku's hand, preventing him from going. "I wasn't… I didn't want to. Don't go… I just wanted to be certain. I know it was stupid of me."
Goku tried to get his hand back.
"Don't go." Vegeta was afraid. Desperate, he began to purr, and when that wasn't enough to hold Kakarott to him, he spread his legs, offering himself to the other Saiyan. But Kakarott wasn't interested anymore. Kakarott shook his hand free and, after a second, was gone.
Vegeta lay limply on the floor, staring at the ceiling. His body shivered uncontrollably. Suddenly, his vision blurred. He gasped for air. The prince tried to calm himself down, but it just got worse. Soon he didn't want anything more than to curl up to make the pain go away. But the tight knot in his stomach spread all over the body. Soon he was reduced to a whimpering and gasping ball on the floor. He was afraid. He was panicking. He was overwhelmed. And he was alone. No! Trunks…Where was Trunks?
Vegeta tried to make his body leave the floor, but his panic was much stronger than he. He fell back on the wooden floor, and then everything was gone.
TBC