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Moments In A Life	By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3823 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Moments
In A Life

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Warnings and Things that Don�t Belong to Me:

A.
DBZ, DBGT (even though its never included in any of my writing)
and DB don�t belong to me. I don�t make
money off this or you would have had to pay to read. ;)

B.
Warnings include (but aren�t necessarily limited to): Smut (sex, MALE and MALE sex.) Bad
language. Vegeta with an attitude and a
secret. Goku (who isn�t stupid.) *shudder *
Krillin sex. It�s also AU. (Not terribly. It�s set after the Buu Saga, but it doesn�t include anything from
the GT world.)

C.
Also: Challenge
answered from Marie at Aff.net, and Hudine�s challenge for straight Goten and
Trunks. (Though it pains me so.)

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Sometimes
he wondered how he got here. He didn�t
think that he wanted it, couldn�t remember ever thinking about it or even how
he ended up like this. But it
happened. It happened a lot more often
than he would like. And he found
himself standing in the shower looking at his skin aondeondering just how many
times he could feed his wife the �I was training� line before she caught on and
pointed out that training didn�t leave finger-shaped bruises on your hips where
someone held you still. Didn�t bruise
your mouth that way because occasionally you got a kiss out of it.

But
he didn�t want a kiss.

Didn�t
want it at all.

Hated
it when he found himself itching as he thought about it, and that was how he
ended up here every time. That didn�t
explain how it started though. He
couldn�t even remember that himself.
Only that somehow he had ended up alone with Vegeta for just a few
moments too long and this had happened.

He
found himself on his knees on a mattress and box-spring flat against the floor,
gasping and clawing for anything to hang onto as he was impaled. Pulled back whimpering and wanting but at
the same times not wanting it at all.
Not that it mattered. Didn�t
matter then, didn�t matter now.

Now.

As
he rd ind into the mattress and bit his lips hard, murmured deep in his chest
where it couldn�t be heard unless you were listening especially for it. Each thrust rising another noise out of him,
and it hurt almost. Sore. Bruised.
He felt like he was used, and he was, because for all Vegeta cared he
was just a fucking hole. Nothing
more.

One
gloved hand wrapped up in his hair and yanked his head back, bowing his body as
he was fucked, and he wanted more of it.
Begged for it with every grunt and groan and whimpering whine of need
that escaped from him. Heard the grin
and hated the asshole behind him, thrust into him so deep and so perfectly that
somehow he was now that bastard�s slave.
And he knew it. Relished it,
probably, that he had someone so under his will.

He
should have fought it, should have screamed for help or death or
something. Should have used those
muscles he had trained so long to get, but he had never been strong, never as
strong as Goku and not as strong as Vegeta.
Not nearly strong enough to get his hands off him. Because he wanted that hand that ran down
his back, pressed a hard thumb into his spine and the hips that slapped against
his as he grunted again, tried to get his hair out of the hard hand that held
him, and pulled his back tight and painfu he he was pummeled. Deep.
Felt each spike as his prostate made his legs shake, and shiver, and he
could feel Vegeta between his knees, feel that body, thin and muscled and he
knew the skin was darker bronze because once in a fucking while the bastard
turned him on his stomach and made him watch it happen. Showed him the face attached to the cock
that drove into him and made him need it every time.

< sty style='font-size:10.0pt;
mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'> More
and more of it.

Never
failed, though, the end was the same, he choked back his sob of pleasure,
released against the dirty mattress, and Vegeta would grin at him, even when he
couldn�t see it, he knew that grin was there.
Ride him harder, but he never came.
Fucked him until Krillin was spent completely and then shoved him
away. Told him to get his clothes and
leave. Wiped himself off, and left Krillin
alone in the cold room. Shivering and
naked with the wet bed under him, between his knees and the knowledge that he
wasn�t enough for Vegeta.

The
knowledge that he was disappointed by this.

That�s
what brought him back. Every time. Brought him to Capsule Corp where Vegeta�s
son answered the door sometimes and looked at him strange. Asked him why he was there, and didn�t ever
seem to realize what was happening. Or
maybe he knew that Krillin was his dad�s favorite new fuck toy and he didn�t
care. Just looked at him with the same
blue eyes that Bulma had, shook his head and let him in the house. Never told him where Vegeta was, but like a
fucking homing pigeon, Krillin already knew.

And
his skin itched when he climbed the stairs to Vegeta�s room. An empty room. Stripped of all evidence of life. Only a box spring and a mattress on the floor. Stained with him. Vegeta was never there; he was always in the other room. The one that was his, where he had stayed
before Bulma. Sometimes he was reading,
sometimes he was nothing. Just
standing, staring. Looking like a man
haunted with something that destroyed him, and Krillin always thought that
maybe, this time, he would be enough.

Fell
to his knees sometimes, let Vegeta look down at him and smirk. Strange.
Strange that he wanted to know what it was that could break the almighty
Prince. And maybe it was nothing.

Vegeta
never asked why he came back. Didn�t
ask when Krillin stripped himself of his clothes and breathed heavy. Didn�t ask when their skin touched. Didn�t ask when Krillin sat on the bed and
wrapped his mouth around Vegeta, didn�t ask at all. He fucked, Krillin cried out.
That�s how it always happened.
Ended when he came, clenched his body around Vegeta as he was fucked
harder just for coming, and then nothing.

It
always happened the same.

So
he shook and clenched his hands into tight fists as he moved, tipped to one
side, and sat on the edge of the bed, felt bruised and painful. Sat there, and sighed. Because he was betraying his wife and he was
too much a fucking coward to tell her that.
Because he couldn�t remember if he wanted this or not, and because he
could put his clothes back on, over the smell of Vegeta, over the smell of sex
and the bruises on his hips and his back, but clothes would only keep their
secret for so long.

Someone
would ask eventually.

He
stood up, his legs shook and he tried to ignore it as he crossed the room,
picked up his clothes from the pile where he left them at the door. Pulled his pants on first, had to lean
against the wall to lift his legs without falling over, and when he had them
pulled on, he stood there and looked at the bed.

Saw
himself like a specter there, every time, asking for it without saying a
word.

Eventually
Goku might come back. Come back and
find that Bulma had died, that whatever human parts Vegeta had at one point had
died with her and the only thing left was a Saiyan that stared out the window
of a room with eyes that were haunted and dark. That fucked Goku�s bestest little buddy friend but didn�t
come. Yeah, one day Goku would be back,
and he would go home to his little house, go home and see Chichi and her new
husband, and it wouldn�t bother Goku because nothing bothered Goku. Or maybe he�d visit Krillin and ask him how
he got bruises on his back the same size and shape of Vegeta�s hands.

Didn�atteatter. Krillin picked the shirt up off
the floor and pulled it on over his head.
Shook his hair, felt dirty.
Opened the door and slipped out.
Down the stairs, out through the kitchen and he left as fast as his
unstable legs could carry him. Ran away
from it as best he could.

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Goku: *glare
*

Vegeta:
What?

Goku: You�re
only supposed to screw me.

Vegeta: Oi.

Goku: Don�t
you oi me, buddy! Just wait!
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