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As/N: This work of fanfiction started out with a round robin sort of ideal. 8 authors, each would take a turn writing a chapter. Stricly Yaoi live journal community was born to facilitate this process. The author's could post their chapter, and the others of the community could review and give feed back.
We lost a few authors, along the way, for various reasons, but the story continued.
Almost two years later the story was finished. Over three years later, we are posting it.
Although there are some technical difficulties that could not be overcome with so many people involved with writing a story, we hope it is a story that will be enjoyed.
Rating
– R
Warnings – Violence, strong language and implied
M/M
Beautiful Stalker
Chapter 1- Crush by Mechanical Butterfly
I caught the towel Vegeta threw at me and wiped my sweaty face off on it, watching as he did the same. Stared as his eyes closed and he brought the soft cloth across his eyelids, wiping them, then down the bridge of his nose. The towel now covering the lower half of his face. He kept his eyes closed a moment more, then looked down at his towel and re-wiped his face all over again.
I smiled at him, even though he wasn't looking at me and watched as he carefully removed debris from his hair, pinched his fingers together and threw whatever was in his coal colored inferno to the ground, and stared at me with smirking eyes.
There was a time when I could do this, stare back into his eyes, without the heat of a crimson blush painting itself onto my skin. Without stopping to contemplate if his hands were soft, yet calloused under those sacred while gloves.
A time when I didn't wonder why his hair would sweep itself below his brow when the wind caught hold of it, and made him look so damn irresistible. I could only wonder how hair could be so flexible as to bend any which way, yet still stand up straight on his head. I wondered if his body was that flexible, and blushed more.
There had to be a time when I didn't care how nice he looked in his blue spandex. How his muscles glistened in the sun. A time when I could say stupid things without worrying if it made sense or not. A time when the Saiyajin Prince never had such an effect on me the way he did now.
I stood and turned my back to him staring at the horizon and stretched. I knew what I was feeling… I wasn't so oblivious to not see that I wanted Vegeta. To think he should be mine. Not that the feisty Prince was owned by anyone (a fire like his could not be contained), but I did want him to be a part of me, my life.
Who wouldn't? He was Vegeta, a Prince…my Prince. I rolled my shoulders back and sighed at the setting sun. It was tinted crimson and the sky was a light pinkish red, that I am sure could only remind one of planet Vegeta.
There wasn't a time that I did not admire the sight before me, appreciate it and love it all. It just served to remind me why I had fought for this planet in the first place. Why I continued to fight to preserve its beauty and the inhabitants. Except there was something missing, something that gave the painting before me its luster.
I closed my eyes and felt for the ki, the ki that was right behind me, calm and resting. I listened closely to his breaths, so quiet as if he didn't want anyone to hear him at all. As if he was on guard all the time, and maybe he was. I opened my eyes and looked back out at the scenery and knew I was missing someone to share the sight with. Someone who I cared about and who cared about me. While Vegeta was only standing a few feet behind me, it was not the same.
If only he was at my side, my arm around him I would drop my head between his neck and shoulder and sniff him, lick him. As he admired the sun and I admired him. Call him my own… there it was again, that obsessive thought that wanted Vegeta to be mine. Would it be so wrong?
I could smell the Prince, his musky cinnamon scent, making my nose perk to the tangy aroma and my tongue almost darted out to lick the air. I turned around abruptly and looked at him, and wondered how I turned away in the first place. Here was a sight I appreciated more than words or breath, even more than food.
He tossed the towel over his shoulder and raised an eyebrow at me. "Kakarott?" I guess I turned around a little too fast.
"Huh… oh… uh… I thought I smelled food." My eyes ravished him, not that he knew, and I let my gaze rest on his beautiful visage. Grabbed my head and ruffled my hair, and almost laughed at what I just said.
The Prince only snorted and walked past me through the clearing and into the woods. I followed him. Stared at him, obsessed over his perfect ass and licked my lips. Was this normal? Was it normal that I wanted to lick his buttery bronze skin, and massage it? I wondered if it was as smooth as it looked, probably like swirling my fingers in a bowl of pudding.
Then I realized I was following this man to his house. I usually left after our spars, not follow him. I suddenly felt more stupid than I ever have. He wasn't even saying anything. Wasn't asking why I was following him, and I really didn't want him to. I saw the smirk on his face. I think he wanted to laugh at me. Following him like a giddy schoolgirl. Maybe I was getting ahead of myself. He probably just knew I lost track of what I was doing, hopefully he didn't know why. I just wanted to be near him, so…
Why not try to make the best of this situation before Vegeta points out that I have lost my way home.
"Uh… Geta?"
"Hn?"
"Where are we going?" The Prince stopped, turned, looked at me, smirked and pointed to himself.
"I, Kakarott, am going home to take a shower." With that said, he started walking again and I scooted next to him, walked beside him and watched as his hand brushed against his hip as he walked.
"I need a shower too. Mind if I take one at your place?" I really wanted to hit myself for asking that… how stupid! I fought the blush that was trying to over take my cheeks, and looked straight ahead as I waited for him to answer.
"Why? You can get home faster than me with that little trick of yours." He stepped out of the last of the woods and I saw we were only minutes from his house.
"It's not a trick Vegeta, it's a skill called Instant Transmission. And I don't feel like using it. Sometimes I get headaches when I do it, and this one time… well it was actually more than once probably like seven or eight times when I…"
"Ok! Kakarott just shut up!" I smiled at him and he pretended to ignore it, at least I think he was pretending. We silently walked the rest of the way to Capsule Corp. He opened the door and lonely stopped to tell me, "Down that hall, it's the last door on your left." Then he disappeared down the opposite end of the corridor.
I wanted to follow him, I didn't, but I wanted to. I stood there and watched as Vegeta opened the door to his bedroom, and walked inside, never turning back. He looked very tense, but I guess he always looked like that, except in battle… he almost looked relaxed, well, maybe not relaxed, but something along the lines of comfortable.
Yes, he was very comfortable with trying to beat my face in everyday. It was a good spar we had though, and I was just starting to notice how much my muscles were aching from it. No wonder the Prince was in such a rush for his shower, he probably wanted to relax those tense muscles. I could always instant transmission myself into his shower and give him a soothing massage.
My eyes gleamed at the thought of Vegeta relaxing in a tub of bubbly water, one of his tan legs draped over the side. A tiny growl escaped my lips at the thought. I began walking down the hallway to the other bathroom as I imagined Vegeta slowly rubbing a washcloth down his muscled chest. His eyes half way closed as he tilted his head back and turned the shower on, letting little droplets of water pelt his body.
I smiled at the thought and reached out to the doorknob in front of me and turned it. Walked into the dark room as I heard a rustle of a blanket. I put a finger to my lip. This was the last door on the left wasn't it? Another rustle and the blanketed creature sat up. Suddenly the heavy smell of sex hit me right across the face. I couldn't help but blush. I started to back up slowly when I heard purring and figured I must be in Trunks' room.
A little lamp flicked on and I saw a tuft of black and purple hair wriggle from beneath the blanket.
"Who goes there?" The voice called out to me, I had half a mind to just leave the room, but I just stood there. Because the tuft of black hair seemed to be moving away from the second body that I assumed it belonged to. So that was a little alarming.
"Uh, sorry Trunks…" I started as the black hair pounced off one blanketed shoulder and into the middle of the bed and mewed at me and licked its paw. A cat? Why would Trunks have a cat in his bed at a time like this? Demi saiyajins were strange creatures… The blanket fell from the face almost a little too slowly revealing Mr. Briefs with his hair askew and glasses crooked.
"Oh dear, Goku honey, you are in the wrong room. The kitchen is downstairs," Mrs. Briefs chimed in with a very large smile, "But I do have this plate of cookies right here to tide you over until you get to the kitchen," she said, handing me a plate of various styles of cookies. Where it came from I hadn't the slightest clue.
My stomach was feeling a little uneasy at this point and all I could do was take the cookies and walk out of the room backwards. After I closed the door and stared at it for what seemed like a couple of hours. I realized this was the last door on the right. I really was not paying attention. I ate the last of the cookies and walked into the correct room. It was empty and the light was off so I flicked it on and threw the empty plate on the guest bed.
I strolled into the bathroom and turned on the shower and got undressed. I was only in there for five minutes when I thought I heard knocking at the door. I didn't answer it, because I wasn't sure if anyone was there and I didn't feel like getting out anyway.
I reached for the shampoo and washed my hair. Put my head under the water and realized I didn't have any clean clothes here. I wasn't about to put my dirty ones back on. (Not that I really cared, because I didn't, but I was sure Vegeta would complain about it.) Maybe he would let me use some of his clothes. I felt for his ki, it still seemed to be in that same vicinity of his room, maybe he was still taking a shower.
I finished up and dried off wrapping a towel around my waist, walked back into the bedroom and was about to turn the light on, that I didn't remember turning off, when I heard moans. 'Not again!' I flicked the light on and coughed.
The blanket stopped moving and just like before black and purple hair appeared first and I almost puked at the thought that, that cat was everywhere with them and that was highly abnormal. I heard a giggle and someone say, "No you look."
I didn't think cats could talk and I doubted Mr. Briefs could sound like a teenage boy. So I ended the guessing game and removed the blanket, only to see two demi saiyajins staring back at me.
"Dad?" Goten asked.
"Yes?"
"Uh, what are you doing here?"
"What does it look like? I was taking a shower."
"Yeah, but why?" The purple haired one asked.
"Because, I was dirty from sparring, didn't fell like I.T.'ing and…really does it matter?"
There were a million questions I could have asked them myself, but I didn't want to hear the stuttered and embarrassed explanations or answers. Besides, I wouldn't be upset if Goten and Trunks were a couple. I would be happy for them, envious even. I want that with Vegeta.
"I guess not," Goten answered. I smiled and ruffled his hair. Then tightened the towel around my waist and headed off to Vegeta's room for some clothes.
Tbc…
