Disclaimer: NOT MINE. Just some ideas

You may say, 'hmmmm, that dialogue isn't in the story,' well that's because I watch Junjou in Spanish….just saying.

Chapter 3:

Vegeta leaned on the doorframe from his sister's room, he watched as she slowly put mascara on her long eyelashes. He's been waiting there for an hour now; she didn't even notice he was there! Maybe she was doing it on purpose or she really was blind, whatever it was, it was making him angrier ever passing second.

"Chichi." His voice sounded like a growl

"What do you want now? Can't you see I'm busy?"

"Can I ask you something?" he tried to keep his cool.

"What is it?" she looked at him through her mirror

"What does 'digging your own grave' mean?"

"Why do want to know?" she asked

"Just tell me so I can get the hell out of here!"

She stared at him and huffed, she slowly began to brush her hair, ignoring her brother completely. She knew very well that Vegeta hated to be ignored, but she didn't care.

Vegeta grit his teeth tightly, the bitch was doing it on purpose, he knew she was enjoying making him angry and he enjoyed to make her angry too, that was another thing they had in common…he sighed, turned around and quietly walked away, he wasn't going to give her the pleasure.

Bitch, you'll pay for that. He crossed his arms and entered the kitchen, maybe he could ask one of the servants, he still had a little time before his swimming lesson. The cook stared at him, worried, he offered his young Master a glass of milk, smiling a bit when the teenager drank and ended up with a white mustache, looking even more like his father.

"Would you like to eat something before your lessons, young Master?"

"No." he wiped his mouth with the offered napkin "answer me this question."

"Of course."

"What does 'digging your own grave' mean?"

"Oh. Well. It means…your own way to destroy yourself."

"Self-destruction?"

"Yes. Yes. Self-destruction."

I'll self-destruct? He rubbed his chin as his servant nervously began to make a mixture of fruits for his anorexic sister…she's a Vegetarian. He looked at his hands and sighed, did gohan mean that I'll self-destruct if I keep up pressuring myself the way I do? He wondered. What does he know? He angrily wiped his mouth again; it's been almost two weeks since gohan kissed him, since Kakarot kissed him too.

"Give me a cup of coffee." Mr. Ouji entered the kitchen

"Yes, Master."

Fuck, Vegeta rolled his eyes and hopped off the chair.

"Vegeta." Mr. Ouji called

"Yes, father?"

"Where are your manners?"

"…" he sighed.

Vegeta sat back on the chair, he got up and excused himself, his father gave him a nod, giving him permission to leave. He nearly bumped into his sister, she groaned at him as she smoothed her dress and pushed him to the side entering the kitchen, he bit his bottom lip, holding in his need to curse at her. He couldn't take it anymore; he couldn't live with people who treated him like a piece of shit, people who never asked him about his feelings. He had to wait, just a little bit more, just a few months before he turned 18 and he would ask his father for an apartment, far away from those fucking, suffocating, cocky people.

He made his way to his room, getting his stuff ready for today's lesson.

He was going to make it, just a little bit further! He had to win! His lungs were going to burst in any second! But he couldn't let the loser beside him win! No! Nobody had the right to beat him! He was Vegeta Ouji!

He gasped for air, hearing his coach yell at him, but fuck it. He won.

Vegeta sat on the bench, drying his hair. One of his swimming mates approached him, they guy loved to call him 'buddy' he hated that stupid nickname, his mother called him 'Vegeta' and she took almost three days to come up with such beautiful name to have some fool walk to him and call him 'buddy.'

"What's up, buddy!" the tall boy smiled

He sighed, I'm surrounded by idiots.

"What do you want, Nappa?" he closed his eyes and continue to dry his hair

"Buddy, you made the coach mad again."

"You think I care?"

"…You should at least take some air. It's a miracle your lungs haven't exploded."

"Whatever."

Nappa shook his head, he smiled and slumped next to his friend, he watched Vegeta dry his body completely, then they both sat on the bench, watching the others swim or dive, a fat kid blocked Vegeta's view all of the sudden, that made him growl.

"Out of the way fat ass!" he lifted his foot and kicked the boy on the ass

"Whoa!" the kid tried to straighten himself but fell in the pool

"Hahahaha!" Nappa barked out a laugh

"Damn kid. Fat and still dares to block my view."

"Charmin with the kids huh?" Nappa kept chuckling

"Hn." He crossed his arms

"Uh oh, here comes trouble." Nappa looked forward again

Great, Vegeta rolled his eyes and lazily looked to the side. Here comes the queen of drama, he blinked at his swimming rival, the guy's name was Frieza and right behind him was his low class friends Ginyu and his gang. He smiled when Jeice winked at him. Except for Jeice, Jeice was his friend since middle school.

"May I ask why are you ruining the day?" Vegeta asked

"You're so cold to me, Veggie."

"Don't call me that."

"Why not? You loved it when I called you that the other day."

Frieza pouted and went to wrap his arms around Vegeta but was slapped across the face.

"Don't touch me!"

"Aggressive. I love that."

"…" Vegeta crossed his arms

"Don't you love me anymore."

"Ugh. Not even your mother loves you, that's the reason she left you and your lame ass father."

"Oh, but you do love me, Veggie."

"I said, don't call me that!"

That's what he last needed, to listen to that stupid kid, he was the last person he wanted to see in the day. First his stupid sister, then the bastard of his father, Kakarot eased his mind a little while in school, but now, he had to deal with some perverted psycho freak.

"Aww…we had so much fun last time."

"Like I remember that." He scoffed

"I do. I remember you on your knees, sucking me off."

"You're not so lucky."

Frieza tried to make another move towards him but was slapped again. If anyone ever dared to mess with him, they ended up on the streets asking for food and water. He wasn't a daddy's boy, he just didn't want to mess his hands with the fools' blood. Once a guy name Zarbon messed with him, the guy's father is working in some fast food restaurant. Pity.

And whenever he tried to beat the shit out of Frieza, the coward ended up crying like a bitch and going off to tell his daddy what happened. His father didn't even say 'peep.' He was under Mr. Ouji's power. He was a simple, cheap employee.

"You're so mean, Veggie."

"I do what I do best, you stupid excuse of a lizard."

"Veggie!"

"That was your last, reject." Vegeta growled.

Jeice couldn't hold in his laughter and neither could Nappa when Vegeta punched Frieza in the face and pushed him inside the water. And the others held in their need to kick the 'prince's' ass, not one wanted to mess with the young Ouji, if they did it would be the end of their parents' job. And they would go home with a black eye.

The next day, he woke up with a smile; it was the day of putting his plan into action! He was so excited and nervous at the same time! Though his day was going to have a bad start…as usual.

"Vegeta!" his father called for the second time

Great, he rolled his eyes. But before going down stairs for breakfast and to see what the old hysterical man wanted now, he got dressed and prepared his books in his backpack. Seems he didn't have the enough yelling from yesterday when he 'unintentionally' said a few hurting words to his sister's friends. He had said his apologizes to them, but Chichi only made it worse, she got all hysterical and began to talk shit. And he said shit back, which got him a good scream from his father. His father went too far. He looked at himself in the mirror, rubbing his cheek.

Mr. Ouji slapped him.

He slowly made his way down, step by step, both feet on the same step and on the other. He was taking his time.

"Vegeta!" his father called for the third time

"I'm coming…" he whispered as he hopped off the last step, he then walked through the large and shiny floor of the 'living' room, he stopped right in the middle of the huge room and looked at his reflection on the golden floor. There he was, his bangs just below his eyebrows, his big black eyes and frown and his thin body. He finally made it to the kitchen. Where his father, sister…and a man sat. The man gave him a nod, greeting him. Vegeta stared at him, emotionless, the blank expression on his face made the man smile a little. The stranger looked back at the glass of water he was given a few seconds ago; he slowly picked it up and drank. Vegeta watched his every move.

"Vegeta."

Who the hell is he? Vegeta thought as he gave his father his full attention.

"This is Broly Gunn."

Once introduced, the man got on his feet, smiled widely at Vegeta and stretched his hand.

"It's nice to meet you, youngster" he smiled

Vegeta stared at the man's hand, like if it were poison. Broly Gunn, he repeated the name in his head.

"Pleasure." Vegeta looked away

Broly awkwardly lowered his hand when it wasn't shaken, he pretended to cough and he sat back down, next to Chichi. She gave him a small smile, sign of her apology.

"Vegeta, Mr. Gunn forms part of the military academy I told you about and…"

He no longer could hear his father's words…Military Academy? So, his father was serious about it? That was impossible! This man was going to take him away from Kakarot? No way. He couldn't believe his family, his sister agreed with their father, as usual. Where was his opinion? Did he no longer have that damn right? It was so unfair, it was so…heartbreaking.

Vegeta ran into his classroom, he was late. Never in all his school history was he late, never. He was always on time and the first one in the class, but thanks to that stupid family reunion with Broly Gunn, guilty he admitted the man was handsome, he was late. Thank you Broly Gunn, he growled in his head.

It was so embarrassing when the teacher said that it was impossible that he was late, that she couldn't believe that he was the last one in her class. Every fucking eyeball was looking at him! But what was even worse was that just when the teacher was saying 'Mr. Ouji, you're the last one arriving' Kakarot passed by and looked at him, looked at him then raised a perfect eyebrow, shook his head and kept making his way to his classroom. That was the most embarrassing thing in his life.

But oh well.

School was so slow, it was one of those days were you were too lazy to even keep your eyes open, so boring that you didn't pick up the pencil in the passing hours, Vegeta and Jeice skipped P.E, which was weird. They never skipped P.E or any other class, but Vegeta was feeling with his self-esteem to the ground.

In English he didn't even bother to look up at the teacher. This to Kakarot's concern was rather…worrying.

Kakarot sighed as his last class ended, he felt rather relieved. Vegeta wasn't a problem today, which was a good thing, he didn't wink or sent him kisses today, good, he didn't tease him with that little pink tongue of his, thank god, he didn't do anything today, not even pay attention.

What could have been wrong with him? Kakarot asked himself as he sat on his desk and looked down at the paper work he needed to check, it was another essay. He read the first name: Vegeta Ouji.

As he slowly began to read Vegeta's work, his eyes began to grow a little with every paragraph.

It was perfect. Vegeta's essay was…perfect. Did someone help him? He read it again, it was impossible that a student of that grade did something so…he really did underestimate Vegeta's intellect. He said Vegeta was smart, he didn't think he was this smart. He took out his red marker and wrote the number 100 on the paper, it was an advanced paperwork.

He flipped Vegeta's essay face down and moved on to the next one, but a loud argue from outside interrupted him. He tried to focus on Jeice's essay but it was impossible, he got to his feet, walked to the door and grabbed the handle, he popped his head outside and saw one of the teachers arguing with a student…but not just any student. The student in trouble was Vegeta.

"This is the third time you disrespect me in front of your classmates, Mr. Ouji, what do you have to say for yourself?"

"That I don't give a shit." He said calmly

"That is the last straw, I'm taking you to the principal's office so they expel you definitively"

Kakarot felt a little bit of anger when the teacher grabbed Vegeta roughly and began to drag him towards the principal's office, he needed to stop them…Vegeta had enough problems, adding one more would be like adding more water to a glass that was already full.

"What's with all the noise?" he said walking to them

"I'm sorry, Son, but this is none of your concern."

That's what you think, he raised an eyebrow.

"Actually it is."

"Excuse me?"

"I heard about the conference. I wish you luck."

"Thank you, Son, but right now I need to attend some other things."

Kakarot looked down at Vegeta; the boy was looking at the wall, with an emotionless expression on his face. Something was troubling him?

"Um, I'll take care of him."

"What?" The professor looked confused at his colleague

"You'll need all the concentration necessary for that big conference and troubling yourself with a rebel student is not worth it."

"Really? You don't mind?"

"Of course not, for my colleagues, anything."

"Well, thank you, Goku."

"No problem, Piccolo. You go home and prepare everything you need and I'll take care of this boy. I have a good punishment for him."

"Fine."

Kakarot looked down at a surprised Vegeta, the boy blinked up at him, he looked very confused. Though he would thank him later. With his same old frown he guided the student to the English room.

Vegeta looked down at his lap, finally, he thought. He was finally going to put his plan into action! But how could he start? He was so nervous! He was sitting in front of Kakarot, just a few inches away from him. He looks so handsome, Vegeta bit his bottom lip, Kakarot kept his head low, grading the essays, his eyes looked up, Vegeta was sweating? He lifted his head completely and took off his glasses. Yes, Vegeta was sweating, was he sick?

"Are you alright?" he asked

"Y-yeah." Vegeta fidgeted with his fingers

Kakarot decided to leave the paper work for this night when he went to bed. He grabbed them and straighten the up, giving them a few pats to fix them and grabbed his bag, he then grabbed a small case and put his glasses in them and put them in the bag too. He folded his hand on the desk and sighed.

"Why did you disrespect a teacher?"

"…"

"Why did you disrespect a teacher?" he asked again

Vegeta looked up at him, the man was wearing his same frown, does he ever smile? Vegeta asked himself, I'd like to see his smile; he couldn't help but let a little smirk draw itself on his lips. He smiled wider when Kakarot frowned deeper.

"I didn't disrespect him."

"Oh? Then why did he say-"

"Fine, I called him green slug."

Green slug? Kakarot sighed, closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead, he was so not in the mood for these things, maybe he should have let Piccolo take him to the principal's office…no, no, that would be cruel of him, he would have felt guilty later. Green slug, he smiled.

Kakarot expression went blank.

Vegeta eyes grew wide. He saw Kakarot…smile? Did he? Did he just smile? Did he!? Yes, yes! He made Kakarot smile! Oh, he felt so happy! His smile was beautiful! It didn't matter if it was just a faint smile! It was so…breathtaking.

"I think you should go." Kakarot tighten his jaw

"Kiss me."

"What?" he sneered

"Kiss me…like that other time."

"I, you…a…go."

"…"

"Go. Home."

"No."

"Excuse me, I'm your teacher you must obey me."

"…Kiss me, Mr. Son"

(WARNING: EXPLICIT STUFF….yeah, sex. Watch out.)

Kakarot watched as Vegeta got to his feet, he let Vegeta push the things off his desk and to the floor, he let Vegeta crawl to him, he…was letting Vegeta sit and straddle his lap.

Vegeta's face was so close to his, he stared in those black eyes and felt hypnotized, Vegeta slowly brought his hand up, holding onto Kakarot's nape and leaned forward but Kakarot moved his face away from his lips.

"I can't do this, Vegeta."

"Why not?" he whispered

"…"

"Is it because of…Jasmine?"

"…What…?"

How did he know her name? How!? Kakarot's jaw trembled in anger, how did he know the name of his wife? How did he know? The question went over and over in his head, he tried to get up, but he was surprised when Vegeta wrapped his arms around his neck and squeezed tightly.

"Kakarot…"

"Let go of me." He whispered

"No."

"I said let go of me." He grabbed Vegeta by his hips and pushed

"..."

Kakarot looked at Vegeta's serious face, the boy's eyes sparkled and his lips trembled, the tingling feeling told him to kiss the boy, deep down, in his stomach. What am I doing? Kakarot sighed and tried to push his student off of him.

"Vegeta, enough. Game's over"

"I'd still love you even though you die!"

What? Kakarot couldn't believe his ears, what did he say? His green eyes looked at Vegeta's face. Did he…? He stopped pushing Vegeta away from him; instead he just stared at him, both his arms dangling to his sides. Those words, the same words, why did Vegeta have to be so cruel? Why did he have to remind him of those painful words?

Vegeta still had his arms around his teacher's neck, inside he was deep nervous but he still managed to give the man with blond hair a faint smile. The man's face remained still. Vegeta decided to help Kakarot let go, so with one hand he tugged on Kakarot's black tie till it was completely off the man's collar.

"Vegeta…"

"You just need to cover your eyes." he said as he smelled the cloth in his hands

"…" Kakarot let Vegeta blindfold him. He saw nothing but darkness now.

I'll make you forget your beloved Jasmine. Vegeta cupped Kakarot's face

Kakarot was kissed by warm lips, the kiss was sweet, a cherry flavored kiss. A pair of shy hands, slowly, buried themselves in his blond hair; his own hands began to caress a smooth, slim back. When the kiss broke his hands traveled up, he cupped the soft face –if only he could see Vegeta's gentle smile- and dragged it down to kiss the sweet lips again.

Kakarot felt his shirt being opened up and his pants loose, he shuddered at the feeling of skin contact, it's been so long since that sensation, the warm skin, it was so addicting, he needed more, he leaned forward kissing a smooth neck. The trembling hands caressed his chest, more, he needed more. Those lips kissed him again.

Vegeta eyes sparkled, his smile grew a little wider when Kakarot let out a shaky breath, he stopped touching the man's body, smiling even more when the man gasp at the lack of his touch, but he needed to feel Kakarot more profound. He nervously got to his feet and with his betraying shaky hands he removed his entire clothes. He was completely nude, he was all Kakarot's, it was too late to back out now. He trembled more as he sat back on Kakarot's lap, the man ran his hands all over his body, his shoulders, his arms, his sides, his thighs. Vegeta bit his lip at the feeling of strong hands groping the skin from his rear, he gasped when Kakarot spread his buttocks; he let out a small moan at the sensation of Kakarot's arousal rubbing against his inner flesh. He was so scared, it was his first time. Kakarot's husky moans were like a symphony, making his fear fade slightly.

He choked down a shocked scream when he was carried and placed gently over the desk, he actually felt like if it were a dream. He grew at bit more frighten when he looked down Kakarot's body and saw his throbbing cock, Kakarot's breathing was heavy, his strong hands grabbed Vegeta's thighs and pushed them up, spreading his legs a little wider. He was surprised when his teacher kissed his lips.

Slowly, everything was so slowly, he bit his bottom lip harder, blood began to ooze down his jaw, he couldn't scream, if he did Kakarot would react and would stop. He didn't want Kakarot to stop, he wanted to do it so bad and he knew Kakarot needed it too. His pain eased when Kakarot's hips met with his buttocks, it hurt a lot. He looked up at the blond man, his vision blurry with the tears building up in his eyes; Kakarot remained still, taking deep breaths. Vegeta looked down again at the wonderful sight of their connection, Kakarot's hips moved out, for a second Vegeta thought he was going to stop; he licked his lips when Kakarot pushed back in.

"Ahhh…" the man breathed heavily

Kakarot felt relieved. The tightness and warmness around him was so desired, he had almost forgot what it was like to make love, he wanted it so bad, he needed it so much.

Vegeta bit his lip so hard, he almost cut it in half, one because it hurt, and two because he didn't want to scream his head off in pleasure, it felt so good, pain and pleasure mixed. Kakarot's skillful hips moving forth and back, his cock caressing the spot inside him, he was going to explode! Faster, faster, faster! His mind screamed, he needed the blond man to move faster, he needed him to finish before anyone caught them.

He moved his hips faster and faster, the beautiful body he was making love to was intoxicating him, it was making him addicted without him realizing, it was like if he were drunken, like the first drug he had as a teen, this body was his, it was completely his.

Kakarot's mouth dropped as his hips moved as they pleased, his breath turned ragged with every push into the tight body. He was almost there, yes he could feel it.

Vegeta's eyes grew wide, he was thunderstruck by something that made him want to moan so loud, his back arched as he reached up and wrapped his arms around Kakarot's neck, his lips glued onto Kakarot's. He felt little jolts every time Kakarot thrust into him. He couldn't hold back a small sob.

Kakarot took the tie off his eyes, what have a done? He slowly pulled himself out, causing Vegeta to hiss. He felt like a piece of shit.

The teen dressed as his teacher looked out the window. His plan worked…but he felt guilty, he felt his teacher's sadness, was it wrong? He looked so relieved before.

"Go."

"…See you tomorrow, Mr. Son."

He was left alone.

Kakarot stared at the photograph where his beautiful wife was, smiling happily at him, his eyes traveled towards the window, from where he was, he could see Vegeta hop inside the expensive car. The Oujis' probably had a new driver.

The man with blond hair sighed and looked back at the woman he loved. I hate these kinds of situations…I always try to avoid them and try to not get interested since the beginning. There isn't a love that lasts for an eternity, there is always a goodbye…when a loved one is gone you look for a replacement to fill in that emptiness and you keep moving on…but I'm not that optimistic. I'm tied up to the past.

"Goku…what would you do if one day I die?" the girl with big, beautiful eyes asked her boyfriend

"I'd cry blood…" he hugged her tighter

"Don't be silly, I'm serious."

"…I'd still love you even though you die…"

"I love you"

Words, beautiful words, it simply was love and more love, but the merciless reality never forgives us and I didn't have the enough strength to keep moving on without her. I always build a wall between me and the real world and the only thing left for me is to sink in my insanity and cry…what I did with Vegeta is unforgivable, I hate complications like him. I want him to stop forcing himself into my world, he's just a boy…but those words he said…

"I'd still love you even though you die!"

He reminds of me, when I was his age, he makes me feel complete…what a bother. He sighed.