Unbeaten Paths | By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4882 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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A
Sequel To Saiyan Enlightenment (which was a sequel to The Meaning of Pride.)
Songs to remember, Disclaimers to
ignore, and Things to be warned against:
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They hadn't talked
about it in a long time. Like the fact that he had suggested reviving Kakarot's
brother (as the name Radditz generally brought about a look from his lover that
spoke more of his Saiyan heritage than the increasing tendency to glare at
anyone that used the letter 'R' or said anything that could misconstrued as an
'itz' sound.) It was a look that all but flat out said that if it came right
down to it, Kakarot was more than willing to just fuck the thought right
out of his head.
Which is how they got to this stand still in the
first place. He had suggested it, goaded his lover into some truly spectacular
sex, and had dropped the subject for the following month. They did mundane
things. Trained with the boys, baby-sat for Bra. He meditated; Kakarot floated
around a river somewhere and pondered all things that Kakarot pondered.
Radditz was pushed out of consideration for a
moment, but not out of his thoughts. He prided himself on having control over
his mind in a way that the big baka did not. He could make himself forget
something or he could rid himself of niggling little thoughts that fed on his
(very rare) weakness. But this thing, this desire to bring Radditz back from
the dead was something that refused to leave him be. Everytime he thought that
he had resolved it out of his mind, it came back in some form or another.
Unlike his dear mate assumed, it really had nothing
to do with sex. When he thought of Radditz and wanted to bring him back it was
not sweaty moaning thoughts, it was strange moments of his past that made him
wonder how he would be different today if Radditz had never died. If Kakarot
hadn't been such a 'good' person. Would he have his son? What would Radditz say
about Trunks? (Anything bad and he would soon find himself dead again, so that
conversation was probably one best saved indefinitely.)
He hated to think of it, but the old maxim 'give
them inch and they want a mile' came to mind. He had found real saiyan
companionship with Kakarot. Now he wanted more. Radditz was one of the people
responsible for the way he was today, one of the Saiyans who knew what it was
to be Saiyan, and he had purposefully sent the man away from him in search of
this lost 'Kakarot' just because he was sick of him, because Radditz preached
how it 'had been' and forgot how it was.
And like a fool. Here he was doing that again.
"Hey, Vegeta, guess what?" Kakarot popped
into existence at his side, and dripped water into a puddle that was turning
his meditating spot into mud.
"What Kakarot?"
"That's not a good guess."
"What did you want?" he opened an eye and saw
his lover wringing water out of his shirt and tipping his head to one side like
that would get the water out of his brain.
"I was talking to Piccolo," never good,
"And he thinks your crazy too." Then he sat his wet self down in the
puddle he had made and looked at him like this news was supposed to change
something drastically. "He said that I was right about not wanting to have
Radditz brought back, but he said that I shouldn't not want to bring him back
just because I'm overly possessive of you in a sexual manner." Stopped
there. Let this sink in.
Because he cared what the green bean thought.
"Piccolo said that I shouldn't want Radditz
back because I died to kill him and he wanted me to kill a hundred people to
get my son back and that sort of person was a bad person."
"Did you remind him of his days as a Demon
King?"
"Uh...yeah. He told me to shut up. But in a
nice way."
Hn.
"Theeen, he said that it was different
because...well...I don't know why it was different, just that it was because he
is a different person, so I said that Radditz was never given a chance to be a
different person because I wasn't strong enough to defeat him."
Hard to imagine.
"Anyway, then Piccolo said that not everyone I
defeat changes sides. He was saying something about the Red Ribbon army and
Freiza, and he said that my tendency to bring people back to life or leave them
living has put the world in danger too many times. So I said that..."
It was truly a wonder that this man could talk so
long without breathing and go from being perfectly intelligent to acting like a
child in mere seconds.
"We didn't want to stay on earth, that ere
ere
going to go look for more Saiyans." Pause. "Then Piccolo said 'sure,
why not? While you're at it, why don't you resurrect them all?' ... ... Vegeta
are you listening to me?"
"Yes, Kakarot."
"Good. Because I have thought about it a lot,
and I figure that we can resurrect Radditz."
~~~***
If Vegeta wasn’t listening
to him before, he was almost certainly listening to him now. Giving him a strange look that just demanded
to know what in the hell he was talking about.
Because, sure, yeah, he hadn’t wanted to bring Radditz back, but like
Piccolo pointed out it was mostly because he was afraid that Vegeta was going
to leave him and go back to his idiot older brother. It really had nothing to do with any of the other things.
Still, he wasn’t about to
just go resurrect a potential killer for no reason other than Vegeta wanted to
do it because those dragon balls might be needed for something else… First they were going to leave the planet,
then they were going to resurrect Radditz on some other planet where any havoc
that they wreaked could be undone with the dragon balls from Earth. (Hopefully.) This is how he figured it would work. So first he got to hang out with Vegeta in space for a while, and
then they would get Radditz (if that was really what Vegeta wanted.)
“You do realize what you
just said right?” Vegeta asked.
“Yep.” His mate was looking at him like he was
waiting for the rest of the sentence, and there really wasn’t anything els
sa
say. He didn’t want to sit here and
talk about Radditz anymore because every time he heard that name he thought of
a certain night when he had Vegeta completet hit his mercy…and the next morning
left him with a sheet.
“And when are we going to
do this?”
His butt was covered in
mud. He just realized this, and the
cold, wet met stuck to his pants (and currently seeping through) was rather
disgusting, so he hopped back to his feet and tried to look behind him to see
his butt. Which made Vegeta smile at
him, which made him smile and he shrugged.
“Not now.”
Vegeta climbed to his feet
and dusted off himself (as if any dirt dared settle on the Prince of all
Saiyans.) “You seem in need of a bath,
Kakarot.” Amused at him! Which was good, he supposed, an amused
Vegeta was always a good thing in the end.
They got along great all the time, sure, but when Vegeta was amused at
him then they could play.
He wiped a glob of the
dirt off his pants and said: “So do you Vegeta,” before tossing it at his mate,
and it landed on the Prince, square in the chest. A bright blob of brown goo that slowly slimed its way down his
shirt, and that brought about the most amused non-amused look he had ever
seen. He just smirked.
Vegeta tackled him. Knocked them both to the ground and they
wrestled around (in the mud) trying to pin each other down, but between the
imappropriate touching and the ‘enthusiastic’ repeating of their names…
Well, they didn’t stand a
horny man’s chance in a convent, so to speak.
Vegeta ended up on top,
one hand on his throat, one leg between his (evil Vegeta) and the other hand
stroking his side with just enough pressure that it wasn’t ticklish but it made
him shiver anyway. This was how the
fighting usually ended, because Vegeta was extremely focused on only one thing
at any given time: Winning. And he usually did win. Especially when his leg was moving like that
between Goku’s. “Now we both need a
shower,” Vegeta said.
“Shower’s take too long,”
Goku whined rolled his hips back against the leg and pouted at his mate like
poutwoulwould solve his problem.
“I’m not going to fuck you
when we covered in mud,” Vegeta said.
“But…” he whimpered, “It’s
just our clothes that are muddy, ‘Geta.”
To prove this point he wiped his muddy hands on Vegeta’s shirt and slid
his now (mostly) clean hands against the skin under his shirt. “See?”
He didn’t look like he was buying it.
So he did it the other way, moved his hand down, into Vegeta’s pants and
wrapped his (rather chilly) hand around Vegeta’s erection. “Please?”
“No Kakarot. Shower first.” Then he pulled away (removed his hand first, though) and stood
there looking awfully prissy for a man who had mud caked in his hair.
Goku climbed to his feet
and glared at Vegeta. “It better be a
quick damn shower.” Then grabbed him by
the arm, hauled him (through the wonders of IT) away from here and to the
shower back at their house. He pulled
off his mud-caked clothes and dropped them in the sink (since the sink was
easier to clean than the floor) and watched Vegeta setting the temperature of
the shower as he did the same.
“Stop being a baby,
Kakarot.” Vegeta said before he stepped
into the shower. “The faster we finish
here…”
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Goku: Woo-hoooo! Sex in the next chapter.
Goten: Or our POV.
Trunks: Which could be sex.
Goku: *Sniffle*
Vegeta: *scrubbing furiously to
get dirt off skin and retain perfection of his perfect self*
Trunks: Oi.
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