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Immortal Together
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A Dragon Ball Z Fan Fiction
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By: Hatti Lee
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Also known as:
BelovedAnimosity,
Amalthea, &
Saiyajin Peach
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Started: 2.22.4
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Warnings: IMPORTANT! This fic is yaoi, which means it contains male/male intimacy. Also, this fic contains incest, and is rated R for graphic sexual situations and violence as well as some language. If you're under age, go no further! If you're uncomfortable with any of this, I suggest you go elsewhere!
Disclaimer: Most obviously, I don't own Dragon Ball Z or it's characters. If I did, I wouldn't be here writing fan fiction!
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Chapter IX
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Just as the prince thought he was about to go insane with the situation and the frustration and turmoil that accompanied it, he decided to go to Nappa.
One evening after lunch, he left Kakarotto in the training room and found his way to the burly Saiya-jin's quarters. Surprisingly, Nappa's room was clean and orderly. He'd been about to doze off when the prince entered, closing the door,
Don't get up. Vejita said quickly, crossing the room and pausing but an instant before plopping down on the end of the bed, There's something I'd like to talk to you about.
Nappa was suspicious already. The prince, though more friendly than he'd ever been in his life, still rarely sought him out to simply talk. He slowly sat up, inching away from the wrathful prince.
Do not fear me now... I need your advice. Vejita said through a sigh, disliking the reaction he gained from one of the few people he'd consider a friend.
My advice? Nappa questioned, a bit surprised. The prince never showed signs of weakness or distress under any circumstances. Nappa, though, had served under Vejita for many, many years, and could spot such moments, knew when the prince was confused or frustrated. The bit that was surprising was the fact that the prince was now admitting to such weakness.
Vejita nodded, knowing how he must appear, What do you see happening between myself and my son?
Nappa's eyes went wide, What do I see?
Vejita, growing agitated with the bulky fool's parroting, tried to keep himself calm, nodding, Please, be honest. I won't be angry.
Nappa thought on the question carefully, You care for your son. You always have.
Vejita questioned, he now the parrot.
Hai, it's odd to see, but I think it's good to love your son. Nappa said, hoping his answer was to the prince's liking.
But what if it were more than that? Vejita asked, feeling somewhat nauseous about his coming revelation.
Nappa cocked a thick eyebrow up in question, not quite understanding.
The prince sighed, You're right, I do love my son, but it's more than that. More than it should be. I... I'm considering taking him as... As my lover.
Nappa's eyes went wide, Your lover? The young prince?
Vejita sighed yet again, I've been fighting this for years, but now... Now I'm considering it.
Does Kakarotto know?
Vejita laughed out then, He wishes for it. I'm the one keeping things from happening. It's the reason I got him his own room and pushed him away for so long.
Nappa whispered. All this time this had been going on around him. It should have been so obvious.
I'm not so worried about him being my son... I mean, I am, but... I'm more worried that he loves me because I'm all he knows. I just don't know what to do. Vejita growled out, resting his elbows on his knees, his chin in his hands.
You've told him this? He still... Wants you? Nappa questioned carefully.
Vejita nodded, Hai, he says that's not true, that he loves me. Love for Kami's sake!
He doesn't understand it's weakness?
I tried to explain, but he says it's not a weakness, that with love we'll never be alone, never die alone. And... And I'm starting to see logic in his words. Vejita said, the last nearly a whisper.
They sat quiet for a few moments, both of them thinking on all that was said, on the situation. Nappa spoke up first, So, Kakarotto loves you. He understands the consequences and still wants you. He continued once he received a nod from his prince, Then, it seems it's your decision. How do you feel, Sire? What do you want?
Vejita glanced over at his friend and bodyguard astonished. The man wasn't telling him it was wrong, that he should end it, You don't think it's immoral, disgusting?
Nappa chuckled, We are Saiya-jin. We murder by nature. Nothing we do is moral. I think you do what you can and be happy. Of course, back on Planet Vejita, it could be dangerous for you and the young prince to have such a relationship, but he seems willing, so the decision is yours. What do you want to do? Follow your feelings.
The prince stared, still astonished. Who knew Nappa could think so clearly, give such good advice? He nodded and rose to his feet, I thank you.
Nappa quickly rose before the prince left his room, What will you do, Sire?
Vejita glanced down at his feet, I'll think on it. And with that he left the room, heading for the mess hall to begin preparations for dinner. Slowly, everyone came, their stomachs growling, Kakarotto's loudest of all. The meal went by quietly, awkwardly. Vejita was thankful for Nappa's silence.
The prince skipped their evening spar, instead looking on as Nappa and Raditz trained, battling one another with raw strength. Surely the two bodyguards were the strongest just after he and Kakarotto. At the thought of his son, he glanced over to see the boy in the midst of a set of one-handed push-ups. Lean muscles bulged slightly with the strain of the workout, sweat beading up on pale flesh.
Vejita looked away.
Kakarotto could sense something in his father. The older man was quiet today, still, as if in deep thought. When it came time to retire, they did so in silence. They undressed and crawled into bed, Kakarotto curling against his father, nearly purring as strong arms held him close.
It remained this way until some nights later when they were lying in the same position. Vejita leaned in and breathed deep of his son's wild, raven locks, Do you know how I feel for you? He asked huskily.
Kakarotto slowly turned, careful to stay within the embrace. The prince's eyes were watchful, absorbing everything. Kakarotto gently shook his head no.
Vejita let go of his son with one arm to place a hand to the boy's cheek, You're my son. I shouldn't, but I love you, more than a father should. The last was a whisper and caused Kakarotto's lips to pull into a smile. The prince leaned in, pressing his forehead to the boy's, looking him directly in the eyes, Do you really understand the danger of this?
Kakarotto smiled further, nodding slightly, It doesn't matter. I'm not afraid.
Vejita smirked, moving closer and placing his firm lips to the soft ones of his son. The kiss was short and chaste and completely unsexual, Sleep now. The prince whispered upon pulling back. Kakarotto nodded against him as they moved together again, their arms about one other.
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Life continued in simple harmony as they moved about the confines of their ship, living in a pleasant enough routine. A few weeks passed and Vejita was beginning to feel comfortable with his feelings and intentions towards his own son. His talk with Nappa had helped tremendously, and Kakarotto was always there to give a positive word on the matter. All the facts and dangers were laid out and he need but make a decision.In truth, he'd made his decision some days ago. He thought it right that he do as Nappa said, follow his feelings and do what he want to do. After all, he was the prince. He would make his son his lover. The time from the moment he'd made his decision up until this point, was spent getting used to the idea, which he finally felt he was. Each night he found his eyes lingering a little longer as Kakarotto undressed. Each night he moved slightly quicker in order to get into bed and gain the skin to skin contact as the boy sidled close. And each night he'd talk with his son, trying to understand how the boy truly felt about their situation as well as a great many other things.
Therefore, this night, he felt ready. He stepped into their quarters as he would on any other evening. Kakarotto was standing on one leg, using both hands to tug a boot off the other. It dropped to the floor with a thump, and the echoing sound in the quiet room seemed to startle the boy.
Vejita chuckled, and Kakarotto looked up, a wide smile pulling at his lips. The prince shook his head and began his own undressing, dropping his clothes to the floor in a messy pile to be cleaned up later. He moved to their pallet on the floor, lying atop the blankets and watching as his son finished undressing.
Strange, when sparring or training, the boy was liquid grace, but when it came to everyday tasks, he appeared a bit clumsy. Kakarotto pulled his sash away and the last of his clothing fell away. Vejita silently admired his son, taking in the tall leanness of his young body, the pallor of his skin. The boy turned his way and Vejita tilted his head somewhat. Kakarotto's smooth complexion and wide, innocent eyes held such a feminine appeal.
Their nudity became surprisingly awkward as Kakarotto moved to get in bed. Normally he'd throw himself down and maneuver into place against his father, but tonight the air felt thicker, his father's eyes darker, more watchful. Over many days now he'd sensed things progressing, but he wasn't quite sure towards what. He wasn't stupid, he knew of sex, knew what it meant, but he wasn't sure of many details, wasn't sure if it were going to take place now or ever. One moment his father was totally against anything intimate, the next he seemed interested, as if he were longing for it.
Kakarotto shrugged it all off, deciding not to worry on it as he moved to turn out the lights.
Leave them on.
The young prince stopped in his tracks and turned to look at his father. Vejita was reclined, arms behind his head, a smirk on his lips. Kakarotto nodded and approached their bed, flopping down in his customary manner. His father moved in close, lips feathering his ear as the older man whispered, I want to see you.
Kakarotto swallowed, turning to look his father in the eyes, See me?
Vejita smirked, enjoying his teasing, He whispered, moving closer, placing his lips upon the boy's tender throat, leaning over him as his son moved to lie flat. The boy lie very still causing Vejita's smirk to remain as he trailed his chaste kisses down to his son's smooth chest. He knew Kakarotto well enough to know that the boy wasn't afraid or distressed in his stillness. His son was simply inexperienced. Over the course of his life, Vejita had had a great many lovers, male and female, of several different species. Surely Kakarotto's only knowledge of sex centered around things seen or overheard among the other soldiers back home on Planet Vejita.
The prince chuckled to himself, delighting in the opportunity to be Kakarotto's first, to make the boy feel things he could never imagine. He leaned over his son further, darting his tongue out to taste a sensitive nipple.
Kakarotto closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He wasn't exactly sure what he should be doing, so he did nothing, allowing his father to control the situation completely. Kami, this was what he'd wanted for so long! This show of affection from the person he loved the most.
That warm mouth had now moved to his other nipple, sharp teeth suddenly coming into the equation as they raked across his tender flesh. Kakarotto sucked in another breath, holding it this time.
Vejita chuckled again, resting his head atop his son's chest, This is what you want, no?
It took a few moments for Kakarotto to find his voice, in the meantime, he nodded repeatedly. He finally managed, lifting his arms from his sides, letting his hands move to his father... One cradling the older man's chin, the other against the back of his head, fingers intertwined in thick, coarse hair.
Vejita lifted his head, the boy's hands moving to either side of his face, ever-so-gently pulling him up closer. The prince's smirk fell away as he realized Kakarotto was moving them together for a kiss. He watched his son's eyes slip closed, allowing his to do so soon after, their lips meeting seconds later.
This was their first real kiss. It was a bit awkward in the beginning, until Vejita opened his mouth, until Kakarotto did the same, copying his father. When their tongues met and the heat of their mouths mingled, their passion flamed to life. New feelings stirred throughout Kakarotto, and he yearned for more. Vejita dove deeper as his son tilted his head, opening his mouth further.
They finally came apart for air, the young prince's breathing ragged. Vejita never hesitated, moving again to his son's throat, gently nipping here and there.
Kakarotto said through a breath, squirming slightly as his father's sweet torture moved down again to his chest again, and even lower to his stomach.
Vejita licked across the soft expanse of the boy's stomach, finding a tiny trickle of baby-fine, black hairs a few centimeters below Kakarotto's navel. He followed the slight path, bringing his hands from the boy's chest down to his hips, light touches that caused his son to squirm beneath him. The prince nuzzled Kakarotto's groin with his face, sensual electricity shooting to his own groin at the sound of his son's moaning in response.
It was nearly unbelievable. Never had Kakarotto thought he could want something so desperately. He ached in a new, wondrous way, and still, all he could think was more. He wanted more. Little did he know, his father had just that in mind.
When he thought it couldn't possibly get any better, Kakarotto felt that oh-so-talented tongue against his aching flesh. He tried to suppress his moans with some success; however, he lost it once the heat of his father's mouth encompassed him.
With every sound that escaped his son's lips, Vejita felt himself grow harder. Hearing that sweet, innocent voice moaning and groaning, it was nearly enough to make him lose it right then.
The prince reluctantly stopped in his administrations before either of them could lose it. As much as he loved the honeyed taste of his son, his need for more insisted he continue.
Kakarotto groaned in protest as the older man pulled away. He sat up on his elbows, cherishing the sight before him: His father pushing his legs apart, kneeling between them, obviously concentrating on his task. Kakarotto's lips lifted in a gentle smile as he watched his father lean down... And then that hot tongue was against him again, only in a different place, lower, The young prince moaned, lying back again. Of his own volition, he spread his legs further, bending his legs at the knees. The touch left him then only to be replaced by a new one... A single digit was being pushed within. It was an odd feeling, mostly it hurt, but in a strange way, he kind of liked it. His breathing was coming ragged then.
Vejita tried to be careful, knowing pain most likely outmatched pleasure for his young son, Relax, take deep breaths. He whispered, gently inserting another finger once the timing was right. The boy squeezed his eyes shut, following the simple instructions as best he could, and never once did he complain.
The prince watched with silent compassion as his son's mouth came open in need for more air. Vejita took his time and made sure Kakarotto was properly prepared before pulling away. He smirked when his son again made a sound of protest.
Kakarotto didn't feel he had the energy to sit up and see what was to come next. There was no need though, he had an idea. Sure enough, his father was kneeling up again, moving close. The prince lifted his legs and draped them over narrow hips, their bodies coming together. Kakarotto closed his eyes as he felt hot pressure at his aching entrance, and then the prince was pushing forward. Kakarotto tried to relax, tried to take deep, steady breaths, but it seemed he had little control. His father's hands were on his hips, dragging him closer, in turn deepening their connection. The young prince moaned, letting the sound escape him freely. The sensation on a whole was definitely a good thing, but still fairly odd with quite a bit of pain. That all changed soon enough though.
Vejita angled his hips, searching, grunting in response to the tight heat that enveloped him. He knew he found what he was looking for when his son suddenly gasped, writhing beneath him. The boy was quite vocal as it turned out, much to the prince's liking.
They moved slowly for some time, allowing the young prince to grow accustomed to things, but as their need built, so did their urgency to reach what they felt was so near. Kakarotto came first, bathing his own stomach in his release. Vejita came soon after within his son, collapsing beside the boy some moments later. They lie together in silence, their breathing slowly returning to normal.
I... I didn't know it could be like that. Kakarotto whispered, wondering if he was supposed to talk after such an intimate act.
Vejita turned on his side, resting a hand upon his son's chest, You're my lover now. Does that please you?
Kakarotto all but grinned,
The prince chuckled, leaning forward and kissing the boy's forehead chastely, Get some sleep. He said, maneuvering the blanket up over their forms.
Kakarotto moved close, cuddling against his father, Can't we do it again? He whispered, exhaustion evident in his voice .
Vejita chuckled again, If it weren't for your new immortality, you'd be thinking twice about that. Come now, get some sleep. We have many nights ahead of us.
The young prince was pleased with the happiness he could see clearly in his father's eyes and hear in his father's tone. He leaned forward and kissed the older man chastely upon the lips, Good night then. He said through a smile before returning to his previous position, sleep already tugging at his consciousness.
Vejita watched as his young son slipped away into slumber. He remembered back when the boy was just a tiny infant in his arms. With a slight smile, the prince snaked his arms out and held Kakarotto close. Things hadn't changed much since those days.
It was strange. A feeling he could only name as bliss seemed to be coarsing through him. Never had he thought accepting his feelings could bring such happiness. Still, he knew this wasn't to last. Things would be more complicated once they returned home. Hopefully nothing too drastic would come of it though. After all, he and Kakarotto were the strongest of their home planet. What could anyone do to them?
The boy shifted slightly in his arms and Vejita pushed his thoughts away. Never mind all that right now. His son was alive, healthy, and safe in his arms. Nothing else mattered.
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To be continued...Well, I hope that was good. Leave a review and let me know. I thank all of you for being so patient with me. bows
Oh, and I'd like to give a shout out to Moni... Can you believe I finally updated!?!?!