If you ever have the chance to go to a rave in California (and don't mind doing some hallucinogen drugs), do it. I think I should also note that I am not a canon "shipper" when it comes to this fandom. My beliefs expressed between the VegetaxBulma pairing and GokuxChichi pairing are something I have always thought and if you disagree (or feel the need to correct me), then piss off. Also, remember to keep in mind the use of Swahili for Saiyan terminology- all new translations are at the bottom of the page. Enjoy the chapter!
Summary: Goku parties it up like a true Saiyan, as well as learning something new about himself.
Warning: Drug usage, sex, and slight incest (if you don't like incest, skip the paragraph that has it).
Disclaimer: I do not own DB/Z/GT. All canon characters belong to Akira Toriyama.
INDULGENCE CHAPTER 5
My heart was racing.
The walls were glittery and metallic.
Lights were flashing all around me.
I swear I could see the air throb around me in time with a thumping bass.
There were bodies everywhere- sweaty, moving, touching, screaming.
I was hot all over and felt icy tingles tease my skin, giving me permanent goose bumps.
We were back on Planet 79 and had done some drops of nge, its effects taking a little longer to kick in. When they did, I had never felt more alive and excited, in an almost euphoric state where I swore I could stay like this forever. Instead of running around the planet and causing some serious damage, my brother instead took us to a placed called "Sin" where I was immediately immersed into the crazy nightlife of the planet. Raditz had said it was the best place to experience the full effects of the nge and he wasn't lying. The electronic music and throbbing beats made my high that much better and before I knew it I was in the middle of a moving crowd, dancing to the sounds of intergalactic tunes.
I had no idea where Vegeta or Nappa was, and I had lost my brother what felt like hours ago. It was so easy to lose yourself on the drops I had, and I enjoyed it I think more than necessary. I forgot about the massacre on Gantook, the screaming people, the splattering of blood, even the rush I felt from the terrifying excitement. All that mattered was the spastic sensations in my limbs and the glittering walls, making me gasp and laugh.
"You having a good time, Kakarot?" My brother's voice yelled over the music, appearing at my side with a grin on his face.
His eyes were as red as mine and I had never seen him so relaxed, his heavy arm going around me shoulder and he held me close. Our foreheads pressed together and we were both smiling in a drunken manner. I could hear him purring and it made me giggle. "I'm having a great time!"
"You're handling that nge a lot better than last night!" He smirked and snaked his tail around to move against my leg.
"It's awesome! No wonder you guys do it!" I blushed, feeling his tail moving further up the back of my leg, noticing how close he was now and my heart raced faster.
"Well… I got something else you might really like then…" He purred against my cheek and pulled out a tiny flat container, popping it open to reveal a light pink oral strip. "If you take this, you'll feel like your flying with the gods."
"I'll do it if you do it." I giggled and pushed on his chest with my finger, teasing him.
He shrugged and pulled the pink strip out of its container and then placed it on his tongue. Suddenly, he grabbed a fistful of hair on the back of my neck and pressed our lips together, my body feeling as thought it was engulfed in a tingly fire. When I opened my mouth to gasp, he pushed his tongue inside and squeezed his tail around my thigh. I felt some of the pink strip get transferred into my mouth and melt as our tongues moved together. Almost immediately, my body flushed and my brain exploded with pleasure, finding myself pressed against the wall of the nightclub, my arms around my brother's neck while he pushed into my body.
Whatever he gave me set my loins on fire and all I could think about was tearing my clothes off and indulging in some kind of release. Any release. "Raditz…" I let out a moan, his teeth on my neck and his knee shoved between my legs.
The contact was broken as he was pulled away from me, leaving me panting and whining from the loss. I shook my head and opened my glassy red eyes, seeing the blurred image of Vegeta pushing Raditz into the crowd to join Nappa in something across the club. Our Prince turned to me with a wide smirk, looking just as high as my brother and me, pulling me from the wall and brushing my spandex top with his hand. "I see Raditz gave you some nishai*… Potent stuff, isn't it?"
"I'm… so hot… I feel like… I'm on fire…" I groaned, sweat pouring off of my face while my body ached.
"You're definitely hot…" Vegeta smirked, stepping closer to me, his scent filling my senses and making me drool.
"Vegeta…" I looked down at him, whining, feeling wound up and anxious.
"Come with me… I know what you need." The Prince licked his lips and pulled me from the wall, his tail sliding up and down my legs, moving us through the crowd of sweaty bodies and up some stairs to an upper level.
We reached a back room, the music still loud and thumping where we were, the color of red the most prominent in my mind. I was pushed down onto a soft surface, feeling pillows under my head and back, the world around my spinning out of control. I did my best to blink the feeling away and watched as Vegeta crawled onto the bed, sensually moving his smaller body against mine as he moved up. The contact from his form made me shiver, burning up and sweating from the pink strip my brother had me try. Vegeta's nose was under my ear against my neck, his breath prickling my skin like cold pin needles, smelling me.
"Gods… You smell so fucking delicious…." He hissed against my ear, inhaling my scent again. "Better than any other Saiyan I've ever met…" There was a smell that poured off of him as well, sweet and intoxicating that made my eyes roll into the back of my head. "I've had my eye on you since we met… It's about god damn time we have a moment alone…" Vegeta sat up and stripped his top off of his body, throwing it to the side and I couldn't help watching his muscles flex. "I want to pick up where we left off during your initiation…"
I was so confused as to what he was saying, remembering only bits and pieces of my initiation. I closed my eyes and tried my best to bring back any sort of memory, but the fire in my blood from the nishai prevented me from it. I heard fabric ripping and calloused hands feeling my smooth chest, making me shiver again and squirm. "Ah…" I bit my lower lip, more of clothes bring ripped away from my burning body.
My eyes popped open and I gasped, a wonderful wet sensation surrounding the tip of my cock. I sat up and looked down, my face flushing red as I saw Vegeta between my legs, his mouth around the head of my member and he was looking up at me. It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen and my loins were blazing, realizing why I was so wound up and aching for some kind of release. Vegeta smirked around my cock and began to suck, ripping a moan out of me and making me fall back onto the pillows. His strong hands held my hips down and he started moving his head up and down, giving me pleasure unlike any I had ever experienced. I refused to keep my voice down, the mix of drugs and stimulation blowing my mind, gripping the pillows under me to keep from falling off of the face of the planet. I arched my back and my head tossed back and forth, the head of my cock sliding down Vegeta's throat. My breath was ragged as I couldn't take it anymore, jerking my hips up and letting out a whine of pleasure, finally getting the release I was so desperate for. Stars exploded in my mind and I was engulfed in a white heat, feeling pleasure from the top of my head to the tips of my toes, nearly sobbing with elation from having such an intense orgasm.
"You taste as delicious as you smell, Kakarot…" Vegeta was growling in my ear, licking his lips.
"Vegeta…" I was panting, sweat dripping down onto the pillows, still aching.
He was sitting on my stomach, an erection bulging in his spandex bottoms and my loins throbbed from the sight. I never thought I would crave another man, I never thought I would ache and burn for a muscular form, but oh gods how I wanted to devour the Prince on top of me. My fellow Saiyans have awakened more in me than I thought possible, and this new experience was invigorating.
"Ve… geta…." I whined out, as if asking for something—anything.
"What, Kakarot…? What do you want…?" The Prince was smirking, having no shame as his hand went down his own body and he started rubbing his own erection in front of me.
"M-…. More….." I hissed and finally let out a growl of frustration, my cock rock hard again.
Vegeta chuckled and leaned down from the bed to grab something he had on the floor, lifting back up and popping open a slim container full of pink strips. He placed some nishai on his tongue and leaned down to me, back to stroking himself as we finally kissed. I eagerly accepted the contact and sought out the pleasure drug in his mouth, our tongues sliding together as he both moaned when it took effect within seconds. I was lost again from the burning pleasure throughout my body, letting go of any shred of control I thought I had as my legs were spread apart and I was all but begging Vegeta for another release.
I needed it.
I was desperate for it.
And oh, did he give it to me.
I came into Capsule Corporation one afternoon, seeking out Vegeta as I was eager for a good spar. Chichi had finished screaming at me over something I failed to pay attention to and told me to get lost for a few hours. The best way to let out my frustration and forget about home for a good while was to let off some steam with Vegeta. I followed my rival's ki and came around the corner to the kitchen, stopping in the doorway as it seemed I walked into a very tense conversation between him and Bulma.
My blue-haired friend looked to be in tears while Vegeta was scowling and looking away from her with his arms over his chest, fingers digging into his own biceps. We were all used to the fights that they had, chalking it up to the fact they were both stubborn, hot-headed people. Even I wondered sometimes why they were together, but it was none of my business. And yet, the scene before me was something completely different from what everyone was used to. There was real pain here, real frustration, even resentment.
"O-oh! I… I'm sorry! I didn't mean to interrupt!" I laughed nervously, rubbing the back of my head and unsure whether to run out of there or continue to stand there like an idiot.
Vegeta snorted and stormed out of the kitchen, pushing me aside with his shoulder and disappeared down the hall. Bulma went to the kitchen table and I watched as she crumbled into a chair, hiding her tear-stained face from me. My stomach was in knots and I felt sick, nervous about what had just happened and knowing I wasn't supposed to see any of it. I couldn't walk away from Bulma now, no matter how much I wanted to, knowing she needed someone there. I swallowed my apprehension and sat next to her, reaching over to gently put my hand on her back.
"Bulma… is everything OK?" I asked quietly.
She sniffled and removed her head from her arms, wiping the tears that stained her face from makeup. She still avoided eye contact with me, looking out of the window and we both watched as Vegeta came out to the GR and went inside. Bulma choked on a sob but refused to let it out anymore while I was here, always so strong and stubborn. "I'm just… I'm done, Goku. I can't do it anymore with him." She finally spoke, her voice cracking with the pain she was feeling.
I bit my lower lip, this sort of subject matter foreign to me, not even knowing what to do when Chichi would cry. "Um… What… happened?"
"What hasn't happened, Goku?" She snorted and looked at me, her eyebrows knitted together in a frown. "That man is impossible! He's been on Earth for over 25 years now, and he still screams about his Pride and his dead fucking race and expects me to sympathize for him! And yet he never does the same for me. He could care less about anyone but himself."
I pouted a little, having some sense of pride in my dead race because of him, but I knew better than to defend the Prince at this moment. "I… I'm sorry, Bulma… You guys fight all the time though, don't you?" She looked at me when I asked and I swallowed. "Oh! I just mean… you seem more upset than usual this time…! That's all…" I put my hands up in submission.
She sighed and her head hung in defeat, a tear slipping out of her eye. "We bicker at each other and argue… He's actual quite docile most of the time, but…" She trailed off, taking a deep breath.
"But…?"
"He approached me today and demanded that I give him another male heir. It was completely out of the blue and he acted as if I was just supposed to open my legs and give him what he wanted." She sighed and reached over for a pack of cigarettes that was on the windowsill, pulling out one of the toxic sticks and lighting it with a lighter from her pocket. This was definitely over my head, but I was trapped. If I left now, I would never be allowed back. "I told him that he had a perfectly good son who was successful and admired by the whole city, but that wasn't good enough for Vegeta. Apparently I've ruined Trunks by sticking him in a suit and putting behind a desk, instead of letting him be a warrior. I then told him that I was too old and too tired to raise another child and Goku, you would have thought I spit in his face. For the love of Kami, I'm over 50!" She took a long drag on the cigarette and I scrunched my nose from the smell of the tobacco. I didn't even know what to say, but I felt it was just best I let her vent without any of my input. She did have a point about her age, remembering Chichi saying something about Bulma going through menopause and how we were all lucky that she couldn't have anymore of Vegeta's kids. On the other hand, I thought Vegeta had a point in how Trunks turned out. I always thought that the boy could have been so much better as a fighter than a businessman, much like how Gohan turned out to be a teacher, but there was no sense in arguing that point.
"You know…" Bulma blew out a plume of smoke and shook her head, looking back out of the window. "Sometimes… I wish I had stayed with Yamcha. He may have been a moron, but at least he still cares about me and never treated me like some breeding machine. Yeah we were young when we were first together, but at least he wasn't as damaged as the 'Prince of All Saiyans.' I don't know what I was doing thinking I could fix Vegeta." She ran her fingers through her hair and I watched as tears welled up in her pretty blue eyes again. "Yamcha says he still loves me and he will always wait for me… Even to this day, he says he is waiting for me…" She then looked at me with her pretty blue eyes.
"Do you know… Vegeta told me he loved me only one time…? It was that night after the whole Majin Buu fiasco… We had made love all night and he let me hold him and stroke his hair and kiss his shoulders… And he just said it. I thought… after that, he was going to be different and be that new man I had been trying for 10 years to fix. And for a short while, he was. I got pregnant that night, and he actually seemed excited over a new child. Then Bra was born and he got this… look… completely disappointment—all because I had a girl. 25 years, 2 kids and several life changing experiences later, and I've only been told he loved me once. And today… he said he didn't mean it." She shook her head and wiped the tears from her eyes, butting out the cigarette.
I was shocked at what she was telling me. I had assumed this entire time that they finally shared love and passion and that was why they settled down and had children. I knew Vegeta cared for Bulma; I assumed he really loved her, especially after losing her to Majin Buu. But Bulma was revealing to me their secret world full of assumptions, heartache, and selfishness.
"'Love is for the weak.' He told me. 'Because of weakness like that, I couldn't defeat Majin Buu. Because of that weakness, I can never defeat Kakarot.' He just went on and on…. I've put up with all of his bullshit and cold attitude because I thought this whole time he loved me, but I was wrong. So wrong…" She finally took a deep breath and stood up from the table, looking over at me and putting her hand on my arm.
"Thank you for listening to me, Goku… You're a good friend. I… I'm going to call Yamcha…"
I woke up completely startled and wildly sick to my stomach, a loud crash pulling me from my slumber. I looked around frantically, trying to figure out where I was and what had happened earlier. I shook my head and blinked, trying to stop the room from spinning but it was no use, causing me to lurch over the side of the bed I was on and vomiting out whatever I had consumed that night. I panted and gasped, spitting out the rest of the bile in my mouth and pulled myself back up to lay back on the bed.
I opened my eyes and looked around to see I was no longer in the red bedroom of the nightclub, but instead it seemed I was back in our living quarters. I sat up a little, realizing I wasn't in the living room either, but someone's bedroom. Slowly, I looked over the other side of the bed and gasped to see that Vegeta was on the floor with a lamp broken around him, figuring out that was the crash that had woke me up. "Vegeta…!" I forced myself out of the bed regardless of how sick I was and went to his side, taking him by the arm.
"Nnn…" Vegeta groaned as I lifted him up and helped to set him back on the bed.
"Are you ok…?" I asked, feeling his head and making sure he hadn't hurt himself.
He said nothing to me and I figured he had fallen back asleep. I let out a sigh of relief and laid back against the headboard of the bed, looking around the room and trying to think back to the events that had happened earlier. Although I had done my fair share of galactic narcotics, I was able to remember a majority of the evening. My body flushed and my face burned as I remembered intense kiss I shared with my brother, and then the drug-induced sex I had had with the Prince. The things he did to me were unlike anything I had ever done or had done to me, pulling orgasms from me within minutes and leaving me a trembling mess of desire. Not only had he pulled one from me by his mouth, but also he had pushed my legs apart and did something even dirtier, vaguely remembering being penetrated until I came again and then passed out. The memory suddenly made me hot and I looked down to see a large tent in the covers, gasping and covering myself with a pillow.
How in the world did I allow this to happen? Sex was the last thing on my mind, and the fact that I got myself involved with another man –Vegeta of all people—let me in a state of panic. What have I done? Why did I do this? Suddenly I started to regret coming to this time, having crossed a line that completely contradicted my beliefs and personality and wondered if I could ever recover.
I never felt sex was that important, nor did I engage in it very often. My first experience with sex was awkward and shameful, and I was nervous to do it after that. It was that evening after Chichi and I were suddenly married, and I was still confused as to what was going on and why I had to come to her home and stay with her for the night. She had me sit on the bed and she disappeared in the closet for a few moments, only to come out in a revealing nightgown that left nothing to the imagination. She started to kiss me and touch me, taking my hands and making me grab her breasts and feel her skin. I wasn't sure what to do or how to feel, ultimately left uncomfortable and confused even further. It was when she took my hand and put my fingers inside her panties that it all changed in my head. I felt something wet and smelled something new coming off of her and my body began to tingle and get warm. She explained we were going to consummate our marriage and officially become husband and wife, then proceeded to rub herself against my cock until I was fully erect. The wetness I got to feel on my fingers was suddenly around my member and it felt so wonderful that I lost control of myself, already ejaculating before anything else happened. She laughed at me for my overexcitement and figured it was because it was my first time, saying she would be patient. The second time was completely different. I couldn't contain myself and ended up tearing into her and making her scream until I jumped off of her. The third time I ended up biting her and nearly breaking her collarbone, being pushed away and scolded for even wanting to relieve myself. The fourth time I all but forced her to let me finish, trying my best to be gentle but it was too difficult for me because of my strength and lack of experience. She had come on to me and wanted me to have sex with her, but each time I tried it was a wreck. It was that fourth time that she ended up becoming pregnant with Gohan and then sex was forbidden. I was almost relieved that we didn't have to do it anymore, and it was years before we did it again with the same results of it ending too soon or I ended up hurting her. When I came back to live again after Majin Buu, we tried one last time but she stopped us midway, deciding she didn't want to do it anymore with me. I was too rough, too selfish, and I never gave her pleasure. The one time I decided to touch myself and relieve the pressure in my loins, Chichi had walked in on my and nearly lost her mind, screaming that I was filthy and full of sin and forbade me from doing it again. Even if I had been hurting her, I still resented her for introducing me to something I was ashamed of and couldn't stop myself from, instead seeking out Vegeta and beating the crap out of each other whenever I got that urge.
Thinking of Vegeta brought me back to the situation at hand, looking to the sleeping young Prince. I couldn't stop myself from admiring his features that he was still growing into, lacking all of the scars and large muscles that my Vegeta had in my universe. Unconsciously, I reached over and gently stroked Vegeta's jaw, my heart beginning to race from just touching him. My eyes moved over his face and then down the contours of his body, looking at the muscles of his back and then to his round rump, blushing finally. I looked down to see I was hard as a rock and it made me whine, throwing my arm over my eyes and trying to breathe through it, as was what I always did.
Suddenly I yelped when I felt a hand grab my erection, taking my arms away to see that Vegeta was awake with his hand between my legs. "W-What are you doing?!" I asked and scrambled to sit up in the bed, careful not to yank myself away from his hard grip on my member.
"What's it look like I'm doing?" He asked, looking at me with his sharp onyx eyes. I bit my lower lip to prevent a moan from escaping as his hand moved up and down, pumping my cock.
"Y-You don't have to do that…!" I whined and tried to pull away, fighting internally on staying and letting him pleasure me or escaping to drown in my shame.
"Fine. Deal with that yourself then." The prince snorted and took his hand away, making me groan from the lost contact and he turned over, giving me his bare back.
I blinked a little, baffled from how nonchalant he was about the sexual touches he had been giving me. I bit my lower lip again and stared down at my erection, the pressure from his hand having felt great. I moved my hand down and gave myself a squeeze, letting out a ragged breath as I got some kind of relief from how hard I was. Maybe if I could make it to the bathroom… At the state I was in, there was no form of fighting that could make this go away.
"Can I watch?" I heard Vegeta's young voice asked again, the man looking over his shoulder with a smirk.
"W-Watch?!" I gawked at him, flabbergasted at such a question.
"Did I stutter?" Vegeta propped his head up on his elbow, looking at me with a smirk, still having some redness in his eyes from earlier that evening. "Why are you so shy all of a sudden? Just an a couple hours ago you were begging for more. So what's the problem?"
"Y-You took advantage of me…! I wasn't in my right mind…" I blushed furiously and looked away from him, my erection still jutting up, contradicting what I was saying.
Finally he stood up and scowled at me, looking very much like the Prince I knew in my universe. "So what? You asked for it, so I gave it to you. If anything, you owe me now. You know, you're a real fucked up Saiyan, Kakarot. Don't act like I don't know you didn't even touch those people of Gantook, either."
My stomach flipped and I was sick again, the feeling of nausea killing my erection and making me break out into a cold sweat. I was nervous from being caught over my lack of genocidal actions, nervous from the obvious fact of how wildly turned on I had gotten from being intimate with a man, and especially nervous over hurling out my insides again from all of the drugs I had taken earlier. My hands were shaking from my physical reaction to my nerves and I swallowed, glancing at Vegeta. "W-Well… you and the others seemed to have a good hand on those people…" I defended myself poorly.
"We are a pack, Kakarot. We do everything together. We brought you into our pack and we expect you to do what we do." He shook his head at me, giving me a snort. I've some to learn that the snort of a Saiyan wasn't a clearing of the nasal cavity, but the equivalent of an eye roll.
"You're the first Saiyans I've been around! How can you expect me to act like you do?" I looked to him with my eyebrows furrowed, honestly wanting to know. It seemed no matter what universe I was in, the Prince still held high expectations of me to be just like him.
Vegeta simply growled and rolled on the bed, giving me his back again. I assumed he felt just as I looked—miserable. "If you're not going to fuck me, then get out."
I was baffled from how casual he was about sex with me. I've always been under the impression that intimacy with another person was supposed to be special and shared between someone you loved, so this form of uncaringness was new and foreign to me. Has Vegeta always been this way? Is this why Bulma confided in me how she felt like nothing more than a breeding machine to him? It was too much for me to handle and I was happy that he was going to let me leave. I dragged myself out of his warm bed, careful not to step into the vomit from before, and left before he changed his mind.
I didn't even make it to the couch as the sickness hit me again, hurrying to the bathroom to throw up once again. Hugging the toilet and resting my cheek on the rim, I made myself comfortable where I was, spending the rest of the evening sick as a dog.
"Kakarot… Hey…! Are you still alive?" A familiar voice pulled me out of my slumber, a strong hand shaking my shoulders a little.
My eyes cracked open and I saw my brother kneeling beside of me, looking slightly amused. I looked around slightly to see that I was still in the messy bathroom of our living quarters, my head pounding again with a hangover. He helped me to sit up and wiped my cheek with a scrunch of his nose. "What… time is it…?" I asked, my voice hoarse and cracked from vomiting all night.
"5 hours passed sunrise." Raditz grunted, pulling me to him and digging his fingers into my hair, spreading my locks apart and feeling over my scalp. It caused a purr to erupt from my chest and make me close my eyes, feeling relaxed and comforted from my confusion. He continued to move his fingers through my hair, inspecting my head and seeming like he was grooming me. "Have a little too much fun last night? Looks like you banged your head up." He chuckled, flicking away some dried blood that he found from the back of my head.
I winced and hissed as he found a wound, having no idea how it got there. "I… I guess…" I sighed, still enjoying the feeling of his fingers in my hair despite the bump on the head I gave myself.
"I take it you didn't do stuff like that while on Earth?" Raditz asked, continuing to groom me.
"There are a lot of things you all do that I don't." I stated, not wanting to give much away about a past I had to constantly lie about. "Can I… ask you a question…?" I looked over my shoulder. He grunted at me again and I cleared my throat. "So… I… didn't know that Vegeta was gay…"
Raditz stopped grooming me and leaned over my shoulder to look at me with a raised eyebrow. "Gay? What's that mean?"
I blinked from his confusion but then remembered that I was using an Earth term with him. "Oh! It means… liking someone of the same sex…"
"Earth actually made a word for that?" My brother stared at me.
"You… don't have a term for it?"
"Yeah. It's called 'Wanna fuck?'" Raditz chuckled and finally took his hands out of my hair. I blushed and looked away from him, looking down at my hands to see I had healing cuts on my knuckles. "What's wrong?" My brother pushed me a little, still chuckling.
"Life out here is just so different. You are all so… open to things. Even sexuality." I looked back to him.
"Kakarot, our life expectancy while under Frieza's control is very short. We don't have time to waste on discriminating against someone we decide to take to bed. Sex is sex, Kakarot. In the end, all that matters is that you get off today because who the hell knows what is going to happen to you tomorrow."
What Raditz was saying made perfect sense. Earth was full of all sorts of discriminations and rules and expectations when it came to anything, and sexuality was a huge issue. I was raised without truly knowing the difference between a boy and a girl, and when I finally experienced sex it was only with a woman. I remembered Chichi was very passionate about gay people and how it was wrong, so I started just accepting her ideas instead of forming my own opinion. I looked to my brother as if I had come to a revelation, dumbfounded again from how wise he was and how me made me think.
"Aside from that, we Saiyans are a very masculine race and females were limited. It is more common for a male to take another male for a mate or bed partner—in fact, is was more preferred. I guess you could say it's in our blood." He shrugged and stood up, taking me by the hand and helping me to my feet. "For a Saiyan who was around those Earth rules, you sure do love the company of males." He then smirked and gave me a wink, the memory of us having quite the passionate kiss coming to my mind.
I laughed nervously and I could tell my face was red, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. "D-Does that rule of 'who cares' apply to siblings too?" I couldn't help asking.
He just smirked even wider and patted my bum, his eyes scanning me up and down and causing a shiver to run up my spine. I shook it off and stepped away from him, rubbing the back of my head and still trying to laugh off my nerves. I didn't get very far as I bumped into a very irate Prince, the young Saiyan immediately pushing me away from him. "Watch where you're going, you fucking baka!" He barked and I could have sworn it was the Vegeta from my universe.
I stumbled over and sat down on the couch, looking at him with a deep blush. Now that I was sober, events that took place last night were more prominent in my brain. The noises I made, the things he did, how my body felt like it was exploding when I had an orgasm…
"Kakarot!" Vegeta barked again and I gasped, snapping out of my daze.
"Huh?" I looked to him again, trying my best to get my body to cool down.
"I said you and I are going to go spar. So let's GO." He snorted at me and left the room.
Raditz and I were left standing in the living room, my brother's tail flicking while I was fidgeting with a pillow that was over my lap. I could sense the older Saiyan's eyes on me and I swallowed. Before he could start asking me questions about what had happened between the Prince and I, I quickly got up and hurried out of the living room to grab some clothes and armor. Did Vegeta remember as much as I did? Was he still feeling the effects of all the psychedelics we took? Finding a pair of armor Raditz wore and some spandex bought especially for me, I quickly got dressed and rushed to catch up with Vegeta, hoping possibly to talk to him about last night.
As well as investigate my attractions some more.
Our spar was quite the experience for me as I was able to finally see just how strong I truly was. In good Vegeta fashion, the Prince never let up on his onslaught of attacked against me, moving far faster than the eye could see. Planet 79 had a wide-open area across the small planet that was meant specifically for training and once we arrived, the others scattered with good reason. Vegeta threw me across the rocks and assaulted me with scalding hot ki blasts, following with punches and kicks all over my body. I was able to get in a few good hits and chase after him for a moment, but he was in his element and used the scenery around us to get the upper hand. We ended with him thrashed me down onto a boulder and landed on my lower back with the heel of his foot, making me scream with pain and surprise. Needless to say, he kicked my ass.
Vegeta landed beside of me with grace, his arms over his chest and he was panting a little. I looked up at him and shook my head to clear the rubble from my hair, wondering what he was thinking, seeing that his eyes were still a little red. "Feel better?" I asked and gave a slight grin.
"I do actually." He uncrossed his arms and finally sat beside of me, cracking his neck and looking out at the destruction we had made. "You're stronger than I thought."
I raised myself from the hole I was in and shrugged off the pain, my limbs throbbing, looking to the young Prince. "Yeah…?"
"You're still the weakest, but not as weak as I had assumed." He sniffed and rubbed his red nose.
"That's good at least…" I chuckled and watched as some blood dribbled down from his nose, immediately concerned. I hadn't landed a single punch to his face, so I wasn't sure what it was from. "Are you ok?"
Vegeta wiped his nose again and finally spat out some blood, clearing his throat and shaking his head. "Yeah. Just some fucking bomba* that I did before we left. Must have been a bad hit." He wiped the blood from his nose onto his armor and looked to me.
"After last night, I would think you wouldn't want to put anything else into your body. I know I'm still trying to recover."
He shrugged and leaned back onto his hands, looking out at the rubble again. "You get used to it. It becomes a part of your everyday life, especially out here when there's nothing better to do than drink, dose up and fuck."
That last word had me slightly flustered again, rubbing the nape of my neck and looking away from him. "Vegeta… About… last night…" I started, unsure of what to say.
"Kakarot, I was fucked out of my head last night. Don't worry about it." He waved it off to my surprise.
"B-But…"
"I got what I wanted." Vegeta looked right at me. "Apparently so did you. So move on."
I frowned a little at him, getting the sense that what I thought was a life-changing event was nothing more than a drug induced one-night stand. "I… I don't… understand. Why do you think I just wanted to do all of that?"
Vegeta finally laughed in amusement, looking over at me and he pushed my arm. "Are you kidding me? Kakarot, you've been gawking at me ever since we met! I've caught you staring at me, talking about me, even enticing me with your scent! Then when we finally fucked, you didn't want me to touch you again. The fuck else was going on?" He snorted and laughed a little again.
I opened my mouth to rebuttal but stopped myself, thinking about what he had said and it dawned on me that what he said made sense. I'm sure my constant staring and friendly nature came across very different to this Vegeta, and I felt guilty for leading him on. When I glanced at him, his eyes were closed and he was humming to himself, not seeming too bothered by my actions of unconscious flirting. I gave a sigh and ran my fingers through my hair. "I'm sorry, Vegeta… I wasn't raised with other Saiyans so I guess I'm not sure how to act around you guys…"
"You're a fucking kituko*, that's for sure." Vegeta smirked to himself and opened his red eyes, looking to me. "But you're with us now, Kakarot. Stop being so stuck up your own ass. You need to get past your Earth behavior and indulge in your Saiyan side."
Indulge in my Saiyan side… Wasn't that the entire reason I decided to come to this universe? I wanted to get to know my brother. I wanted to travel the universe and fight along side of my comrades. I wanted to watch Vegeta grow and learn why he had become so cold and angry. If indulging in my Saiyan side meant doing things or participating in things I have never done before, especially in a universe where I had the opportunity to leave without attachments, then why not do it?
I smiled to myself and chuckled. Then I looked over to the Prince who still looked high as a kite and leaned over, pressing my lips against his. He sighed against the kiss and I felt my cheeks start to get warm, a smell pouring off of him that made me drool.
Why not indulge?
TBC.
Swahili Translations:
Nishai = Ecstasy
Bomba = Pipe (but is also swahili street slang for cocaine)
Kituko = Freak
