Chapter 9
A/N: I started working on this WAY late and it's a HUGE chapter, so hopefully I didn't miss great amounts of crap to edit out (or make it worse, for that matter). Things are beginning to heat up, and there is, yet again, another LEMON in this chapter – quite on the graphic side. XD
Chapter 9
Vegeta held his breath as the box was triggered, his heart beating madly in his chest as a bright light flashed, a loud zapping noise signaling that the transfer had completed. A cough got his attention, and when he squinted through the smoke, he could see the faint out line of ebony spikes a few feet away. He lurched to his feet just as Bulma raced past him.
"Goku!" Bulma called happily, yanking Gohan to his feet from the chair he sat in.
"Dad! Goten!" Vegeta heard Gohan yell. Then he heard his voice…sweet and relaxed, he greeted them with a simple "Hey guys!" , as if he had only been gone an hour. Vegeta snorted.
"Figures." He mumbled, staring at the man as the smoke cleared, his head shaking slightly. To his surprise, after quick hugs to Bulma and Gohan, Goku spun towards him and lunged for him, pulling him off of his feet and into a bear hug. Vegeta blinked rapidly, his belly flip-flopping, a strange happiness surging through him. He managed to force the feeling down slightly and scowled, gripping the man's shoulders. "Ughhh! Kakarotto, what the hell are you trying to do, kill me?!" he growled, pressing his nose to the man's chest to breath in the scent that had been haunting him the entire time the man was gone. The soft fabric of the man's blue jumpsuit tickled his nose, Goku's chest vibrating as he chuckled from above Vegeta.
"Of course not, Vegeta-sama. I'm just happy to be back…and happy to see you again." Goku said softly, giving one last squeeze before setting the smaller man on his feet. Vegeta's eyes softened as he stared up at Goku, Goku's soft smile nearly melting his heart…until an embarrassed cough sounded out from his side. Blinking, both Saiyans turned to find Bulma, Gohan and Trunks staring wide eyed with wonder. Goten simply grinned at them.
"Eh..heh…well…" Bulma started, her gaze jerking away from the two Saiyans to fall on Goten. "Goten, I hear you got to meet your grandfather! What a trip, huh?" She asked, herding the three young men from the room.
"Yea, it was pretty neat…he's great…rough around the edges, but once you get to know him, he's really nice." Goten said as he walked through the door. Gohan huffed.
"I can't believe you got to meet him and I didn't..I'm the oldest, I should have got to meet him first!" the older brother complained. Their voices faded as Bulma continued moving them down the hall and into the kitchen.
Goku turned his head from the doorway and looked down at Vegeta. Where did they go from here? It was obvious that Vegeta wasn't affected by the trip back, which both relieved and disappointed him. 'But…I shouldn't jump to conclusions quite yet.' He thought to himself, his hand reaching out to rest upon Vegeta's shoulder.
Vegeta was busy staring at the ground, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. Why did he feel so torn in two? Part of him wanted to squeeze Goku and never let him go, the other half wanted to tell him that their world was better off without him and walk away. Of course, the latter wouldn't be true in any case, but…still. What was he supposed to do…how was he to act? 'Why can't I just act like I did before he left? Why the sudden change as soon as he was gone, it's crazy!' He growled to himself, shaking his head with disgust. His head jerked upwards when he felt the hand on his shoulder, his throat releasing an audible growl before he wrenched himself away.
"I didn't say you could touch me, Kakarotto, so keep your third class hands off me!" He snarled, and then halted as he caught the look of sheer delight on Goku's face. "What?? What's that look for?" He demanded.
Goku approached him slowly, his eyes narrowed, a small grin pulling at his lips. Vegeta blinked, suddenly comparing Goku to a jungle cat stalking its prey. Vegeta crossed his arms and scowled. "Well?" He ground out between clenched teeth.
"Vegeta, I guess you should know that I'm no longer a third class…or any kind of lower class." Goku said, enjoying the look of confusion that spread across Vegeta's features. "I am an elite now." He said softly, his smile widening.
"What…how…who…" Vegeta stuttered, then hissed. "Kisama! Just because you got another chance to prove your worth to them with the strength you have now means nothing! You were born a lower class warrior, and to me you always will be!" He screamed in fury before stomping out of the room, his eyes blazing.
Goku's brief amusement was crushed under Vegeta's feet. "How…how could you say that, Vegeta? I worked so hard…so hard…to…" He muttered, his head hanging miserably. Perhaps nothing he had done in the past had changed the future. That was good though, right? He sighed. Good for everyone else but him.
Vegeta didn't stop when Trunks called out to him from the kitchen; he simply kept walking, his fists clenched tightly. Walking into his room, he slammed the door and made his way to the window, where he simply stood staring out into the sky. He was so angry it hurt…over such a stupid thing, too. But this wasn't as simple as it seemed; the whole time he had known Goku, he had always had Goku's low class to dangle over the man's head…his third class status. No matter how good of a fighter Goku was, even if he was better or stronger than Vegeta at any particular moment, Vegeta always had that security: Goku was far below him in class, by birth alone.
For some reason, having that class difference meant a lot to him. It was everything between them; it was the line drawn in the sand that kept Vegeta from getting too close…the invisible barrier that kept him from…from what? Vegeta shook his head. The man was now an elite…well, of course he was. Of course. How could he not be, with his strength and power? He went back to Vegeta-sei when it was considered impossible to hold as much power as the orange clad Saiyan did…but…if he was given the title of elite, that must mean that he had taken the tests…
Vegeta blinked. The tests. A wave of déjà vu swept over him, and suddenly he flashed upon a scene in his mind:
His mind went blank as he stared at the tall spiky haired man standing next to Bardock; the two men nearly looked like twins, though he noted immediately that the other man seemed to have a much softer nature about him, and the difference was obvious just looking at the different light behind each man's eyes. Vegeta pursed his lips, rubbing his chin. He knew Bardock had only two sons, Radditz and Kakarotto. Raditz he himself knew quite well, unfortunately; the young man drove him insane sometimes. As for Kakarotto, Vegeta had never laid eyes on him, as he was sent to another planet shortly after birth. Not to mention that the child was only a young teenager by now, and this man was surely older than Bardock by at least a few years, if not more. Perhaps Bardock had an older brother? Vegeta gave a mental shrug. 'All I know is that he must be the 8th warrior here for testing.' He watched the man closely, frowning the entire time. There was something strange about the man…something not quite right, and Vegeta didn't like the feeling he got. This man would pass the first test. And the second; but the third? Vegeta glanced past his father to his long-time bodyguard, Nappa. 'Now there's an idiot if there has ever been one. Excellent fighter, but no brain what so ever. Will that strange man be able to defeat him?' His musings were interrupted by his father.
"Vegeta. Who is that man with Bardock?" The King asked, his own eyes staring down upon the man with interest.
"I don't know, Father. Perhaps Bardock's older brother? I'm not sure. Is he one of the testers, do you think?"
"Mmm." King Vegeta answered with a nod.
Vegeta gasped, his right hand shooting out to catch himself against the windowsill. "What…what the fuck was that?" He asked, his eyes narrowed. "Damn that Kakarotto…this is his fault!" he hissed turning from the window to sit on his bed. "I'm so tired that I've been reduced to having daydreams. Terrific." He muttered, lying back on his bed. "Need to get some sleep…"
"Dad, what's wrong with Vegeta?" Gohan asked Goku when he rejoined them in the kitchen.
Goku shook his head, trying to give his son a cheery smile. "Oh, you know how he is."
Bulma giggled. "Yea, plus he's hardly gotten any sleep since you've been gone…and that's a long time to go with only a few hours of sleep a night. He gets REAL cranky when he's tired."
Goku blinked. "He didn't sleep well the entire time?? He must be exhausted!"
Bulma nodded. "Yea, I tried to talk to him about it, but he would get so touchy about it. I swear, I think he has a crush on you, Goku." She said with a laugh; she laughed even harder when Goku blushed bright red.
Goten smirked. "If you only knew…" He muttered, crossing his arms over his chest. Goku's head snapped up, his eyes wide as he looked at his youngest son. Goten winked.
'Oh Kami…don't tell me he knows!' Goku thought with alarm. Then he mentally slapped himself. Of course, his son was half Saiyan; He could have easily smelled Vegeta's scent all over him when they were back on Vegeta-sei.
"What do you mean, Goten?" Gohan asked with a frown.
"Yea, what's that supposed to mean?" Trunks chimed in, grinning from ear to ear.
"Nothing." Goten said nonchalantly with a shrug before he turned and walked out of the kitchen. Trunks and Gohan hurried after him, both still questioning the younger man. Bulma watched them with a smile as they walked out, and then turned her attention back to Goku.
"So Goku…what happened back there?" She asked as she sat down at the table.
Goku shrugged softly and turned a chair around backwards, throwing one leg over it before sitting. He leaned his elbows on the back of the chair and sighed. "It was strange, Bulma…being around all those Saiyans and all; and especially having to serve Frieza."
"Oh my gosh, I bet that was just WEIRD, Goku!" Bulma exclaimed. Goku nodded.
"It was…but you know, I'm glad I got to see my home planet, and that I was able to be around my own race. I think I needed it, even though I didn't know it. And my father…wow…meeting him was awesome. I'm really glad I met him." He said smiling down at the table. A warm hand slid over his. It was silent for a few seconds before she spoke.
"Goku…you know he cares about you. He's just…he can't show his emotions like the rest of us. Give it time." Bulma said softly with a wink.
Goku blinked rapidly. "What…why…huh?"
She giggled. "Silly. The way you two were staring at each other earlier…wow…it's pretty obvious to me now, though I would have never guessed that you two had feelings for each other. It's pretty wild to think about, but.." She shrugged. "I guess it's not that surprising, especially how Vegeta acted while you were gone. Goku, he was going NUTS! He pestered me constantly about getting you back home, he couldn't sleep, he couldn't even train he was so distracted."
Goku sighed. "Really? Do you think…?"
"Yes, I do. Now, I need to get back to my lab and finish what I was working on BEFORE you got yourself sent back in time!" She said with a grin. "I'm really glad you're back, Goku!"
Goku grinned softly. "I'm glad to be back…thank you, Bulma, for all your help."
"Yeah, well…you owe me!" She exclaimed as she climbed to her feet and walked down the hall to the lab.
"YOU WHAT??" Trunks yelled, eyes wide with shock, his face reddening as flames of anger licked at his insides.
Goten shrugged. "It's not that big of a deal, Trunks."
"Goten, you fucked your uncle…that's a big fucking deal!" Trunks exclaimed, crossing his arms over his chest. "I can't believe you slept with someone…especially HIM! I thought we had a deal…" Trunks blushed, his already- reddened features turning scarlet.
Goten threw his arm around Trunks. "We did…and I'm sorry I broke it, Trunks…really, I am. But you don't know how it felt…it was so…wild…so Saiyan! It was weird."
Trunks snorted. "I should say so." He responded leaning into Goten's arm. "I'm sorry for getting so angry, but…" he clenched his fists and jerked out of Goten's embrace. "It was supposed to be me!"
Goten hung his head. "I know…" he muttered. He and Trunks had always been close, ever since childhood; after adolescence, they grew closer, and one day when Goten had just turned sixteen, they had revealed to each other how they truly felt, and sealed it with a chaste kiss. Both young half Saiyans had felt they were too young to decide if a sexual relationship would be a good thing or bad, as it could ruin their friendship, so they agreed to wait and let their relationship grow, keeping celibate until the day they gave themselves to each other. Goten had ruined that on a tryst with his own uncle. He sighed, keeping his head lowered.
"Well, what do we do now?" Trunks asked softly, stepping towards him. His anger had receded somewhat.
"I don't know. What do you want to do? I'm sorry, Trunks…I just couldn't help myself. I mean…shit, how can I say this without sounding like an asshole?" He asked, his hands sliding up Trunks' chest to rest on his shoulders.
"Why don't you just say it? You're an asshole anyway." Trunks replied with a smirk.
Goten chuckled, squeezing Trunks' shoulders. "I want to say that I regret what happened…but I don't, Trunks; I mean, I regret breaking my promise…and regret that it wasn't you that I…had my first time with. But I don't regret doing it. Does that make sense?"
Trunks appeared to think for a few seconds, and then nodded. "Yeah, it makes sense. Sort of. And you're still an asshole."
Goten suddenly felt like crying. He had missed Trunks so much while he was gone; their verbal sparring just made him ache more, made him realize just how much he had missed his purple haired bishounen. "I missed you, Trunks-kun." He whispered softly, eyes becoming suspiciously moist. Trunks cocked his head to one side, frowning slightly before he leaned his forehead against Goten's.
"Don't cry, Goten. You know I hate to see you cry…especially if you start really bawling, then it hurts my ears…" He said, brushing his lips against Goten's nose. Goten shook lightly with a cross between a laugh and a sob.
"I missed you too, Goten." Trunks said, slipping his arms around Goten's waist and holding him tight.
Vegeta's dreams were strange and jumbled, not making any sense what so ever. Growling, he sat up in bed, rubbing his hand over his face. "Even in my sleep that baka is there! I can't get away from him!" He cursed, sliding off the bed, blinking as another déjà vu hit him.
Vegeta's back dropped back to the bed below, hips thrusting upwards taking Goku deeper within him, his wet lips parted slightly, eyes closed. Goku growled as his pleasure increased, his ki spiking abruptly as his power exploded around him in a golden mist. His thrusts became frantic and hard, small animalistic noises tearing from his lungs as he pressed towards completion.
Vegeta gasped, his eyes widening at the memory. "I…that must have been from a dream I had…perhaps during my nap. Yes, yes, it must have been." He nodded, shaking his head slightly, glancing down at the horrendous hard on in his lap. He groaned and stood, just as the door was pushed open. Vegeta's head flew up, eyes narrowing at the figure that walked towards him.
Goku let himself in and approached Vegeta, a smile perched on his lips. "Hey Vegeta! You're up!" Goku said happily, stopping in front of Vegeta and looking down at him. A slow blush spread across his cheeks as he noticed Vegeta's obvious arousal; Vegeta followed Goku's eyes and growled.
"Kisama! Don't you ever knock?" Vegeta yelled, standing and pushing Goku out of his way.
Goku fell back a step, frowning. "I'm sorry Vegeta…"
"Well you should be! What do you want, anyway?" He asked, turning to look out the window, his cheeks red with embarrassment.
"Well…I…I wanted to talk is all…" Goku mumbled, his hands plucking at the front of his Saiyan uniform. Vegeta looked at him, his eyes softening slightly. Why the hell did he have to look so good in that armor? So…Saiyan. A shiver ran down his back as he remembered the last déjà vu he had.
"Talk about what?" He asked, turning his back to Goku once again.
"Well…I dunno…you were mad earlier…and…well…I don't want you to be mad. I…I kinda thought you'd be happy for me…" Goku said softly, looking down at his shuffling feet. Vegeta cringed.
A long silence stretched between them. Minutes later, Vegeta finally spoke. "I am happy for you, baka."
Goku glanced upwards. "You are?"
"I said I was, didn't I?" Vegeta growled, turning his head slightly. Goku nodded.
Goku shuffled some more. "Did you miss me?"
Vegeta spun around. "What?!"
Goku blinked. "Did you miss me? You know…when I was gone?"
Vegeta could feel the sweat beginning to form on his brow as he endured under the other man's hopeful gaze. What was he supposed to say? Vegeta's mind spun with possible answers he could give, but none seemed to satisfy him. He snorted. "Why should you care? What were you doing all that time, anyway?"
Goku frowned. "I care because I do; and as for what I was doing…well…lots of things, I suppose. I tested on Vegeta-sei, served on Frieza's ship, went to another planet…met my father…I was busy, Vegeta."
"Hn. Obviously." Vegeta replied, his arms crossing over his chest.
Goku's frown deepened. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing. Forget it, baka." Vegeta replied shortly. Goku was about to respond when the sound of footsteps made him turn and look towards the doorway. Bulma smiled, looking tired.
"I thought I'd drop by and say goodnight; I'm going to bed early, I'm so exhausted!" She exclaimed with a yawn.
Goku smiled and lifted his hand "Goodnight, Bulma…and thanks again for your help."
After she disappeared down the hall, Goku turned back to Vegeta, who was staring at him strangely.
"Well?" Goku asked, taking a few steps forward.
"Well what, Kakarotto?" Vegeta replied softly.
"You never answered my question." Goku pointed out.
"What do you think the answer is?" Vegeta asked, not believing he was actually playing this little game.
Goku was silent as he met Vegeta's steady gaze.
"You were gone for a lot longer than I thought you would be.." Vegeta started, then paused, searching for words. "You…I…I…didn't know if I could get you back or not. I didn't even know where that damned thing had taken you." Vegeta took a deep breath and scowled slightly. "I waited…dammit…why does it seem like I waited so long? It was only a few weeks…it seems like it was decades." He asked himself, confused. Goku was suddenly standing directly in front of him. Vegeta looked up meeting Goku's eyes; they seemed to be smiling at him, as if they knew something he did not.
"So you did miss me." Goku stated quietly, a flush of pleasure washing over him.
Vegeta looked away. "Yes. Baka." He replied, his voice rougher than usual.
"Vegeta…" Goku said softly, his hand stroking the upswept flame of hair, making Vegeta jerk violently, his face turning back to glare at Goku in question.
"Why did you miss me?" Goku asked, his eyes wide with wonder.
"What…what do you mean, why? Hell, I don't even know the answer to that!" Vegeta growled, his anger building.
A soft chuckle echoed through the room; Goku smiled at Vegeta, his hand grasping the Prince's shoulder firmly. "Vegeta…you were with me nearly the entire time, how could you miss me?"
"So…?" Trunks asked Goten, his brow quirked with curiosity. They both sat on the couch in the family room, flipping through the channels on the TV.
"What?" Goten questioned in return, stretching out on the couch, his back against one of the armrests, his legs draped over Trunks' lap.
"What was he like, baka?" Trunks growled, poking a finger into Goten's shoulder.
"Ouch! What was who like?!" Goten growled back, rubbing his shoulder, eyebrows drawn into a scowl. Trunks looked at him, surprised.
"Raditz, who else?!"
"Oh…. well…he was really tall and big…and had long spiky hair; to me he looked a bit like your otousan." Goten replied, tossing a handful of popcorn into his mouth.
Trunks made a face. "You slept with someone that looked like 'tousan? Ugh." A pause.
"So give me details."
Goten blinked. "You want to know about…"
Trunks grinned and nodded. "Of course…I want all the juicy details!"
Cramming another handful of popcorn into his mouth, Goten paused to think, his eyes growing smaller as a thought came to him. "Why don't you just scan my memory and watch it for yourself?" His tone dropped, his voice becoming a throaty whisper as he smirked.
"Eh…. you'd let me do that, Goten?" Trunks asked, his eyes wide; he couldn't contain the excitement that flashed through them at the idea.
Goten didn't answer; he simply sat up, moving the popcorn bowl to the floor, lifted Trunks' hand to his forehead and closed his eyes, relaxing against his best friend. Trunks hesitated, and then closed his own eyes, diving into the other man's brain as if it were a swimming pool. He mentally swam through the web of thoughts and emotions, staying completely clear of them, focusing on only what he had come there for. Soon he burst through the web and came to a shimmering pool of obsidian; the liquid was not water..it was very thick, and it stirred slowly as his arrival created a small flurry of warm wind. This was the pool of Goten's memories. It was pretty simple to find the ones he wanted, as much time hadn't passed since the incident. He began, but Goten's inner voice told him to go a little bit farther back, to Goten and Raditz's first encounter; it was from there that he watched as it played out, as if he had been right there.
"What in Kami's name are you talking about, Kakarotto?" Vegeta exclaimed, looking at Goku as if he had lost his mind. Goku simply smiled, staring deeply into his eyes.
"Vegeta…don't you remember?" Goku asked softly, his smile faltering somewhat.
"Remember what, baka!? There is nothing to remember! You were there, and I was here, playing hell to get you back! Did you hit your head or something??" Vegeta asked, worry beginning to show on his face.
Goku shook his head as if arguing with himself. 'No…I know it's there…I know it is. Just a little deeper…' He thought to himself. "Vegeta, listen. You were with me, you just have to remember."
Vegeta growled, pulling away. "I don't have to do anything of the sort, Kakarotto! I don't know what the hell…" A low rumble cut him off. Goku lowered his head, his chin nearly resting on his chest as he glared across the room at Vegeta, growling. In three quick steps he closed in and had Vegeta yanked off the floor by the front of his shirt, his eyes flashing dangerously.
"Shut up, Vegeta." Goku growled, the corners of his lips lifting to bare his teeth as he spoke. Vegeta stared at him, too shocked to even struggle in the man's grip. "You mean too much to me…I can't let you forget…" before Vegeta knew what was happening, hot moist lips were pressed firmly against his own.
'What the fuck is going on…he's…no, he is NOT kissing me!' Vegeta shrieked to himself, feeling even more confused as conflicting emotions ran rampant through his mind and body. He felt Goku's tongue lap at his lips, forcing them open and slipping into his mouth, his fists clenching the material at Goku's shoulders. The forcefulness behind the kiss suddenly vanished, and Vegeta found himself floating, that soft tongue stroking and caressing his own, Goku's warm lips moving against his sensually; as if under a spell, Vegeta began kissing back, his own tongue darting out to mate with Goku's. 'His scent is…it's so…strong…and powerful. I never noticed how good he smelled…and tastes…Just like in my dreams…Kami..his taste is divine, like spun sugar…' His thoughts wandered, and soon he found himself thinking about the first time he had been under the man's spell…the first time he had tasted this sweet oblivion.
'What is it about this man that draws me so? Why do I find him so…attractive? It's like I'm under a spell of some kind.' Vegeta thought idly as he lowered his face, exhaling shakily as his lips brushed the sleeping man's ever so softly, the prince's dark eyes rolling closed at the heat that flared unexpectedly between his legs; a small moan escaped his throat before he could quell it.
Vegeta blinked and froze in Goku's arms. Goku continued to kiss him until he realized Vegeta had stopped, and opened his eyes in question. Finally, he pulled away. "Vegeta…?"
"That…never…happened…" Vegeta muttered softly, his brows drawn together in confusion.
His eyes were suddenly wide as power exploded around him, a strong hand wrapping itself around his throat. He choked out a small cry as he was lifted off the ground by his neck, his hands clawing at the offending appendage before his struggles stopped all together as awe set in. His bulging eyes were still as he watched the strange metamorphosis before him, as Goku's hair was suddenly on fire with a golden haze, the power beating against him was deliciously arousing, it's taste like ambrosia on his tongue.
Goku looked at Vegeta worriedly, holding him tightly as the man's eyes seemed to turn to glass. "Vegeta…what's wrong? What never happened??" As soon as the words left his mouth, he knew. It was beginning.
Flashback
"What are you staring at, Baka?" Vegeta snorted at him, an amused smile twitching at his lips. "Get dressed. We're going to spar." He said before pulling the blue shirt over his head.
"Spar?" Goku asked as he reached for his blue bodysuit.
A pause. "Yes, spar. You know, fight?" Vegeta answered wryly. At Goku's nod, he continued. "It wouldn't be right for you to continue being my body guard if I don't even know how good you are. You're powerful," He began before narrowing his eyes, his hands busy as they pulled white gloves over his digits. "but you will never beat me. So don't be arrogant about your skills, for your prince will always be above you in every way."
Flashback
"This man is getting more and more mysterious; I must know more about him, but it's nearly impossible to pry, as no one knows anything about him." He frowned, his teeth grinding together. "Maybe if I corner that half-breed son of his…" His eyes gleamed, an evil smirk lifting one side of his lip. Vegeta sat back in his seat, crossing his arms. Perhaps that plan would work. Perhaps not. But it was worth a try, after all. When the two of them returned, he would make sure to pay a visit to "Goten".
Flashback
Vegeta turned his head slightly, moist lips separating as his mouth opened to give way to his panting, his eyes squeezing themselves together tightly as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him, his ass being pounded almost savagely by the beautiful God-like creature behind him. The planet's silence was disrupted by Goku's primal roar of pleasure, and Vegeta felt the power surge from the other man's body into his own, his eyes wide with wonder as the power flickered around them, igniting everything in a golden light.
Vegeta whimpered, his body beginning to tremble in Goku's arms. "N…no…what is this? What the FUCK IS THIS?!" He screamed, terrified eyes lifting to meet Goku's.
"Shhh…shhh, Vegeta. Its ok…are…are you remembering now?" Goku asked softly while lowering himself to Vegeta's bed, sitting on the edge of it with Vegeta still held firmly in his arms. Vegeta scowled, shaking his head.
"This…this isn't right. These aren't…they….oh my God…oh my god….no….you…." His eyes widened as he stared at Goku, his fear turning to rage.
Flashback
"Goku…Kakarotto…." Vegeta whispered, his eyes slightly narrowed. "Tell me something."
"Anything…." Goku replied, lifting his arms to let his large hands travel over Vegeta's muscular chest.
"Are you in love with him?" Vegeta asked, his voice quiet and void of any emotion. Goku's hands stopped in their travels, his eyes lifting to meet Vegeta's questioningly.
"Him…who?" He asked, confused.
Vegeta snorted and rolled his eyes, eyes that had become suspiciously glossy. "Him, baka. Me. The other me. The…the one who calls you Kakarotto."
Goku's heart became heavy with dread, having not anticipated this question. He would not…could not…lie to Vegeta. He sighed softly, his eyes closing briefly before he opened them again, just in time to see twin tears fall from Vegeta's eyes and run lazily down his pale cheeks.
"You don't have to answer verbally. You've just answered me with your reaction." He said calmly, his tears seeming to dissipate immediately. Those would be the last tears Goku would see Vegeta shed.
Flashback
"Don't say it. Don't say anything else." Vegeta swallowed. "I'll wait for you, Gok…Kakarotto. I'll work so hard…and make you proud of me. I want to be as strong as you when we meet next."
Goku smiled softly, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on the young prince's mouth, which was returned gently. "I've enjoyed serving you, prince Vegeta ; Please, no matter what happens in the future, remember two things. You are my prince, now and forever; you always have been. That is the first thing."
Vegeta winced, swallowing and blinking rapidly to keep his tears in check. He would NOT cry again. "…and the second thing?"
" The second is that…that..I love you." He said softly, stroking his thumb over Vegeta's trembling lower lip. "I have to go. Take care, my prince."
"NOOOOOOOO!" Vegeta screamed, his hands flying to his face. "No….no…no!" his head wrenched back and forth as he tried to clear the new memories from his mind. Something was overwhelming his blinding rage…pain, sadness and a swelling heat in his chest…an emotion so strong…"Damn you!" Vegeta spit, pushing himself away from Goku so that he fell flat on the floor. He crawled backwards a few feet and sat staring at the man, his eyes blurred with tears, his mouth twisted in pain.
"You…damn you! You left me! You fucking left me there…and…and…you…how could you do that to me, Kakarotto? You leave here and go back and fuck with my head when…I was just a boy, and then you left me again! What the fuck is wrong with you??" He snarled, turning away before his tears could fall down his cheeks. 'He won't see me cry…he will NOT see me cry again!'
Goku sat on the bed, his eyes wide and confused. He didn't know what to do, or even what to say. He wouldn't deny what he had done, but for some reason he hadn't really seen himself as the "bad guy" until now. Now that Vegeta put it the way he had, it sounded much more horrible than he had ever imagined.
"Vegeta…I…please, don't be angry with me…" He began, pleading, begging. "I didn't mean to hurt you…you know that! I would never…I just wanted to be with you! "
"Then why couldn't you leave….that boy…alone! You had to go fucking with the past, I knew you couldn't go back without fucking something up!" Vegeta yelled, throwing his arms in the air. "Why couldn't you have just come to me!?"
It was Goku's turn to get angry. "Fuck you, Vegeta!" He raged as he jumped to his feet. "How the hell was I supposed to do that? Just come right out and say it? Yeah right! You would have laughed in my face! Never, Vegeta. Dammit! I'm sorry! I saw my chance, and I took it, alright?"
"Seen your chance to FUCK with me! You can't just force feelings like this one me, Kakarotto! It's…it's not right!" Vegeta hissed, standing to glare at Goku defiantly; he watched as Goku seemed to deflate, and was annoyed by the pain he felt seeing the man's world come crashing down around him.
"….force the feelings…you mean…you don't feel…that way…towards me." Goku muttered softly, his eyes filled with pain.
Vegeta turned from him, ready to sling an insult at him, but caught himself. He stood, his mouth open and ready, but he couldn't say it. Couldn't deny…. Vegeta hung his head, eyes closing tightly before he turned slowly back around to face Goku. When he did, he cringed visibly at the man's devastated appearance. A massive wave of emotion hit him as more memories trickled in, making him slump against the wall, his eyes softening.
"Kakarotto… those feelings…they were there. I just…I just didn't want them there." Vegeta answered with a sigh, his muscled arms crossing snugly over his chest. His mind turned over and over again as he delved into these new memories, shaking his head lightly at how much his younger self had really come to know the taller Saiyan. Goku's countenance hadn't brightened with his admittance of feelings; Vegeta frowned, pursing his lips.
"Dammit, Kakarotto…I have more reason to be upset right now than you do. First of all, I went through hell trying to get you back from the past, then I find out you were…involved with me…now I have this…pain…and emotion that I'm not accustomed to. Part of me…one that I didn't even know existed until now, is screaming that you left me back there, alone, to deal with Frieza and all that crap, and made me wait all this time for you…. so long…dammit…" He broke off, his voice faltering as he stepped closer to Goku. "It was so long, Kakarotto…I was so alone, you don't even understand…I waited for you, and waited…." Vegeta stopped, his hands flailing as he could not convey what he wanted to with words. It was simply too hard to explain when in all reality, it didn't make sense.
"I'm so sorry, Vegeta…" Goku whispered, swallowing hard as he reached with his hand towards Vegeta; Vegeta slapped the hand away disdainfully.
Goku paused, dropping his arm. "Vegeta, please don't be like that. You know I just want to make you happy…I always have!"
Vegeta snorted. "You may have convinced him of that, but you certainly haven't convinced me. We may be the same person, but we are different. Thanks to you." He snorted.
"You need convincing then?" Goku asked, his eyes narrowing slightly, his voice soft and low.
Trunks sat next to Goten, stunned; he had watched the whole ordeal…in detail. Suddenly it wasn't the act itself that had him feeling uneasy, it was the overwhelming feeling of arousal that had enveloped him while he watched. He trembled lightly in his need, staring off in a daze. Goten blinked a few times, watching Trunks warily.
"Trunks-kun?" Goten asked softly, moving closer to him. His first thought was that Trunks was shaking with anger. Trunks turned to look at him, his eyes wandering down the younger man's body before returning Goten's gaze.
"Huh?" He asked, shaking the invisible cobwebs from his head.
"Are you ok?" Goten asked, placing a hand on Trunks' shoulder. Trunks nodded.
"Yea...wow…" He paused, and then shook his head again. "Wow. That was…um…wow." Was all Trunks could manage.
Goten chuckled as he caught the faint scent of Trunks arousal and understood the man's reaction. "So, you liked it then?"
Trunks blinked at him, then shrugged his shoulder lightly. "I…well yea, I guess I did. It was a huge turn-on to watch; I can't believe how feral you were! Geez…I didn't think….well…hell, I don't know!" He laughed a bit uneasily. Goten simply gave his best "Son" grin.
Vegeta growled. "No, Kakarotto, I do NOT need convincing!" He watched with darkened eyes as Goku stepped towards him. "Until I get all of the memories, I have no clue as to what else you might have done to me on your little "trip".
Goku paused, looking down at the smaller man. "So you don't remember everything?" He asked, one eyebrow lifting slightly.
"No; and maybe I should be thankful after what one of the last memories contained." He scowled as he replied, teeth gritting together in anger.
Goku smirked, lowering his head. "C'mon, Vegeta…it couldn't have been that bad…" He purred, reaching out to grab Vegeta's wrist as the man had tried to jump backwards away from him.
"Kakarotto! Let me go!" Vegeta hissed, attempting to jerk his wrist free from the iron grip.
"No." Goku answered with a grin just before he leaned in to capture Vegeta's lips in a soft kiss. Vegeta's body stiffened at the sudden touch, pausing as he tried to push away the gossamer sheet of arousal that clung to him like glue. Goku inhaled deeply as he pulled away, looking into Vegeta's eyes.
"I can smell it, you know." Goku whispered against Vegeta's mouth.
Vegeta struggled with his hormones. "Sm..smell what, Kakarotto?" Vegeta managed to ask, sounding slightly annoyed.
"You want me." Goku said softly before pressing a quick tender kiss to Vegeta's mouth. "You want me as much as I want you." Another quick kiss. "Don't deny me, Vegeta." Goku's tongue slid easily from its confinement to lick greedily at the prince's lower lip. "Don't deny your self." He finished, his tongue slipping through Vegeta's defenses to twirl itself around Vegeta's own.
Vegeta moaned softly against Goku's mouth, his free hand moving up to push at Goku's chest. "No…" He muttered when he managed to break the kiss; he truly hadn't wanted to, the passion was stirring in his blood, making him want more…need more. 'Kami, the man's taste is like an aphrodisiacal drug.'
Goku growled in frustration, his hand slipping between them to stroke against Vegeta's firm erection, his eyes darkening as he smirked. His suspicions had been correct; the scent of the man's arousal was far too strong for Vegeta to even hide it. Vegeta was just as turned on as himself, if not more so.
"Kakarotto…" Vegeta began, his voice weakening as his breath hitched.
"Shhh…" Goku growled in Vegeta's ear, his tongue lashing out to lick the sweat-seasoned skin.
Vegeta hissed, trying to escape the vise-like grip the man had on his wrists; Goku chuckled, swiftly sticking his foot behind Vegeta and pushing him backwards, making them both fall to the floor with a loud crash. Goku pressed himself between the prince's slightly parted thighs, rubbing his arousal against the smaller man, his eyes fluttering closed at the delicious sensations that ran through his body as he did so. Vegeta squirmed, cursing and muttering softly, his breath coming in short gasps as he tried to control his own arousal. "This isn't happening….I…I can't believe this is happening!" He screamed mentally, nearly fainting as Goku stopped, looking him dead in the eye.
"Yes it is, Vegeta. Believe it."
"W..wh…what?" Vegeta replied, his eyes wide. He hadn't said that out loud…
Gazing into Vegeta's wide dark eyes, Goku watched as Vegeta's resolve began to unravel quickly - it was now or never. His grip on Vegeta tightened and his face closed the small space between them.
Vegeta whined softy as Goku swooped in and claimed his lips once again, both men automatically tilting opposite of each other to deepen the gentle yet passionate kiss; He still struggled weakly against his bonds, but he couldn't help but grow fond of his fleshy imprisonment, especially the way the taller Saiyan gently stroked his confined wrists with his thumbs - a simple act of tenderness that made his damp flesh tingle with excitement.
Goku withdrew with hesitation, gazing transfixed into the inky eyes of his prince, which at that moment were glazed with a desperate sexual longing that was just beginning to awaken within Vegeta. His hands released the smaller man's wrists before he moved his arms to lift himself off of Vegeta's body, hovering closely still. He sat up and straddled the prince's hips, moving his hands to pull the thin black tank top from Vegeta's torso, and then slid down the prince's body until he was nearly at his feet. He lifted his gaze in time to see Vegeta rise up on his elbows, watching him with eyes that burned with both craving and suspicion; however, the older man didn't say a word as Goku, still continuing to hold Vegeta's gaze, slipped his fingers under the waistband of Vegeta's tight shorts and pulled them down, lifting himself so that he could pull them completely off. With a quick movement, both articles of clothing were tossed to the side, landing with a soft sound near the door.
Vegeta watched Goku closely as he was stripped of his clothing; to his own surprise, he didn't struggle, didn't protest as the last garment was slipped from his body, leaving him naked, his erection in full view for the other Saiyan to see. He flushed slightly, his cheeks tinting a light pink shade, but Goku didn't notice. It seemed the man was more interested in other parts of his body at the moment.
Goku's eyes swept over Vegeta's form, his hunger growing, his appetite raging in an animalistic inferno of yearning and desire. His hands splayed across Vegeta's sculpted abdomen, his fingers stroking the soft flesh there. Vegeta made a soft noise, and Goku was forced to look away from the muscled form.
Vegeta's unease had tripled the past few seconds; once he caught sight of the change in Goku's eyes…what he saw there, scared him. It terrified him to the most inner core of his being. The man's eyes conveyed much more than Vegeta wanted to see; longing, desire, arousal, a craving type of loving-hunger that Vegeta had never seen before…at least never aimed towards himself.
He longed for the man…hungered for his touch…but Vegeta could not begin to comprehend it actually happening, no matter what these new memories told him. If the man had fucked his younger self in the past, fine…but that wasn't him. It simply wasn't. A small voice whispered that perhaps he wished it had been him, and that's why he was so angry. "Oh shut up!" he growled at himself before kicking Goku away from him and scrambling backwards.
Goku landed on his back, but recovered quickly. Within seconds, he had Vegeta in his grasp again.
"Kakarotto, let me go this instant! I mean it, baka!" Vegeta growled, struggling as Goku settled himself in a cross-legged position on the floor, pulling Vegeta up onto his lap to straddle him.
"Vegeta, why do you keep running? I don't understand it…I know you want me…." Goku murmured. His arms slipped under Vegeta's, his large hands stroking Vegeta's back reassuringly. He lowered his head, trailing soft wet kisses down his prince's neck, his groin throbbing with need.
Vegeta huffed, his back arching against his will as his arousal brushed against the soft cloth at Goku's stomach. Pausing in his kisses, Goku's tongue flickered out to run upwards from Vegeta's collarbone to his lower lip, where Goku suckled the soft swollen flesh there, savoring Vegeta's oral sweetness. A small moan escaped Vegeta's throat, but only served to awaken the prince from Goku's seducing gestures; yanking his head away and to the side, Vegeta growled.
"Don't make this so hard, Vegeta." Goku said softly against the prince's ear. Vegeta turned to face him and spat in his face. Goku closed his eyes against the wet intrusion, and Vegeta smirked at his cleverness; that is, until Goku's eyes blinked back open quickly, his neutral expression curling into a dark smirk that rivaled even Vegeta's. The smirk softened, as Goku wiped the saliva off his face, acting as if it didn't happen.
One arm tightened itself around Vegeta's waist as the other began tugging at his chest plate, which fell to the floor with a soft thud; next Goku began removing his body suit, and then his boots. He was completely bare in less than a minute. Vegeta's eyes widened slightly as his body was pressed tightly against Goku's, their arousals brushing against each other teasingly. "K..Kakarotto…" He stuttered, his arms pushing at Goku's shoulders as if to get away, his tail slashing back and forth behind him irritably.
Goku's eyes strayed over the prince's shoulder to watch the furry appendage, his smile widening. His own tail slid forward to caress Vegeta's cheek, bristling with excitement as it touched the soft damp flesh. Vegeta blinked with surprise.
Goku had hardly acknowledged his tail since it had grown back a few months back; as a matter of fact, it was as if the warrior had decided to just ignore it completely. Vegeta's eyes closed as the tail swooped over his face, his chest rising as he inhaled the scent of the fur into his nostrils, shivering softly as the musky scent that he had grown to love filled his senses; the scent that had invaded his dreams the last few weeks, taunting him. Suddenly a clever idea wound it's way into his head, shoving his arousal aside. If he could just grab Goku's tail…he could put the man in his place and cause quite a bit of pain while he was at it. Without a second thought, his hand shot out over Goku's shoulder to grip the tail tightly, but not tight enough to cause pain.
Goku gasped, his eyes widening with surprise; Vegeta was grinning at him madly, a hint of sadistic pleasure gleaming in his narrowed eyes. "What will you do now, Kakarotto? You've been too trusting, as always; and now I have your tail." Vegeta chuckled.
Goku watched the smaller Saiyan calmly, which served to irritate Vegeta even more.
"Don't you know what that means, baka?? I can cause you pain…" he gripped the tail tightly in his fist, growing annoyed as Goku simply grunted softly at the assault. "Or I can cause you pleasure." Vegeta purred, his other hand reaching up over Goku's other shoulder to stroke the tail section that wiggled in his grip. Goku didn't respond, but smiled. Vegeta growled. "What are you smiling at, asshole?"
"Nothing, Vegeta-sama." Goku answered softly. Suddenly the taller saiyan's tail twitched, the tip whipping itself around both Vegeta's wrists and squeezing roughly until the prince let go of its lower section. Vegeta's arms were yanked forward over both of Goku's shoulders where the restraining tail held them snugly, coiling itself around the wrists one last time for security. Vegeta turned red with anger.
"Baka! Don't touch me!" He screamed, throwing his weight against Goku's chest in attempt to knock him over. Goku smiled deviously, letting his arms fall down to catch Vegeta's legs and wrapped them around his waist with ease. Vegeta sputtered, his eyes growing large as he felt the other man's arousal between them. "Kakarotto!" He whispered desperately, pulling at his wrists to try and break free.
Goku's eyes closed as he nuzzled Vegeta's neck. "Yes, Ouji-Sama?" He whispered, laying soft kisses on the smooth delicate skin. He felt the smaller man shiver in his embrace, smiling at the slight thrust of Vegeta's hips, something Vegeta had tried to hold back, but could not. Goku's hands slid gently up Vegeta's bare back as he pulled away to gaze into Vegeta's stunned eyes. Neither man spoke for those vital few seconds before they both leaned towards each other, parted lips meeting in a sensuous kiss; their mouths melted together, tongues dueling passionately as waves of heated bliss washed over them both.
Goku sighed softly into the kiss, his left hand lifting to slip over Vegeta's cheek in a gentle caress, his other hand slipping downward between them. Vegeta gasped as Goku fingered the soft fur at Vegeta's groin, his hand pausing to curl around Vegeta's erection; he bucked, his eyes rolling as the heat in his lower belly lurched, making his cock stiffen painfully. He then blinked as he abruptly realized that his wrists were free, the offending tail was now rubbing itself against his own, causing goose bumps to break out on his skin.
Vegeta idly thought about punching the taller man in the gut, but decided against it as their kisses became heated, mouths moving swiftly against each other, tongues lashing back and forth outside their mouths, licking and sucking in unison. The smaller Saiyan tightened his hold around Goku's neck, his legs squeezing themselves around the man's waist, enjoying the pleasured moan from Goku as he put pressure on his straining cock.
"Vegeta…" Goku panted, his eyes filled with desire. His hands had moved to Vegeta's lower back, where he was pushing Vegeta forward so that their arousals rubbed together. Vegeta moaned softly and shook his head.
"Kakarotto…No, I…" his command was devoured by Goku's mouth, his kisses more demanding this time.
"Shut up, Vegeta." Goku whispered before continuing his assault, his tongue delving deeply into Vegeta's mouth, twirling itself around Vegeta's roughly. Vegeta answered back with the same show of power, and after a few minutes of the oral power-struggle, they broke apart, panting and moaning against each other, hips thrusting, fingers digging into fevered flesh.
Vegeta arched his back, his breath coming in steady gasps, his mind nearly numb with anticipation. He was so turned on, he doubted anything would douse the flames that incinerated his insides; anything except that man before him. His eyes cracked open to gaze longingly at Goku, who had arched his own back, his arms out behind him to steady himself. His thick-corded neck was bent back, lush lips open in silent ecstasy, thick black eyelashes twitching upon the tops of his cheekbones as his eyes pressed themselves together each time Vegeta thrust his cock against his.
"Vegeta…" Goku whispered softly, his eyes opening to meet Vegeta's. Vegeta started as thin trails of tears streaked Goku's cheeks. He arched again as their hard flesh met, his trembling hand reaching out to wipe one of the tears away. He looked at his hand and brought it to his mouth, licking the salty fluid from his skin. Suddenly, his mind was seized with more memories, these a little more intimate than the last, though he showed no indication of the change, aside from a slight pause in his movements.
"Kami…why does he care? When…when did he begin feeling this way about me?" He wondered silently after the memories surfaced. The passionate scenes made him ache even more than he already was, and a soft moan made it's way past his lips as he reached down between their sweat-slicked bodies to fondle Goku's erection; Goku moaned loudly, his eyes squeezing tightly shut.
"Vegeta….oh Kami…" Goku's voice shook with need, as did the muscles in his arms that were still holding his upper body erect.
"Kakarotto…" Vegeta answered as he leaned forward to lap at the small droplets of sweat on the other man's chest. Suddenly he found himself being lifted by strong arms and then seated against Goku's groin. He shuddered softly as he eyed the thick, firm cock found there, its tip moistened by a trickling of creamy white liquid that had escaped its narrow slit.
Strong thighs lifting and maneuvering briefly, Vegeta growled and hissed with pleasure as the thick wet flesh stabbed at his tight opening, stretching him slowly as it entered him. Goku lifted him, sliding the head back out and repeating the process, filling Vegeta to the hilt with his rock hard flesh the second time. Both men panted against each other's lips as they paused, Vegeta's fingers entangled tightly in Goku's disorderly locks of ebony, Goku's fingers dug painfully into the flesh at Vegeta's hips.
Goku moved so that he was kneeling, and then unhooked Vegeta's legs from his waist, twisting him around so that he was facing away from Goku. Vegeta made a soft noise in protest but they were drowned his grunts of approval as Goku began steadily thrusting into him from behind. Vegeta slid his legs to encircle back around Goku's thighs, his teeth grinding together as Goku thrust hard, hitting something inside of Vegeta that literally made him see bursts of light behind his eyes.
Sweat poured from Goku's forehead as he pushed deeper into Vegeta, his mind whirling as his long-time hunger was fed, and deliciously so. His teeth raked at the skin on the back of Vegeta's shoulder, his head lifting to lap at the sweat that ran in clear rivulets down the back of the prince's neck.
"Kami, Vegeta….you taste so good….feel so good…" He panted, his hips jerking wildy as electrifying waves flowed through him.
"Nn…n….Kaka…rotto…" Vegeta panted, his moans becoming louder and more frequent as Goku's momentum soared. His world tipped and spun as Goku slipped a hand around his waist, grabbing his oozing cock and stroking it teasingly, his fingertips slipping over the sweet trickle of juice and rubbing it around the head, making Vegeta cry out, hips thrusting forward into the larger Saiyan's hand, then slamming back into the man's length. "Oh Kami…!" He half-whimpered. Goku began growling in his ear, sharp teeth nipping savagely at his lobe and down the side of his neck. A loud desperate howl echoed through the room, and it took Vegeta a few seconds to realize that it was he who was making the horrid noise; his mind had went numb, but his feverish body felt every impact as Goku slammed his thick arousal into his body, a loud, moist noise emitted as Goku's groin slapped against his ass.
Goku grunted, his legs and back muscles burning as he pressed them both towards climax. "I only hope my legs don't give out first…" he thought to himself before Vegeta began writhing against him, his neck arching back, face contorted in a intense mask of ecstasy. Goku's body quivered in response, his cock seeming to expand immensely, pulsating within the tight passageway to massage Vegeta's inner walls, sending the Saiyan prince over the edge into oblivion.
"K…Ghhhaaaaaaa….ahhh!!" Vegeta shrieked, his body stiffening, his quivering length releasing an impressive stream of hot semen into Goku's waiting hand. Goku whimpered, his grip tightening on Vegeta's hips as his own climax crashed over him.
Vegeta felt Goku's body tense behind him, the small whimper warning him to hold on…it was going to be bumpy. Sure enough, Goku's cock drove into him savagely as the man screamed his pleasure to the world, the air around them snapping and crackling with raw power as Goku's body powered up to Super Saiyan form.
"Vegetaaaahhhhhhhh!" Goku moaned loudly with one last thrust of his hips as creamy molten liquid spurted inside of Vegeta, leaking out around Goku's cock to run in thick streams down the backs of Vegeta's thighs. With one last tremble, Goku's legs gave out, sending both men crashing to the floor into a heap of sweaty flesh.