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And Then There Were Three	By : LisaB Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 1634 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AND THEN THERE WERE THREE

~~ Three Days Before~

Disclaimer: I do not
own Dragonball Z, nor am I making any money off this
story.

Author�s Note: This
story was completely inspired by Gutterball�s
exquisite story, Coercing Kakarrot, which can be found here: http://www.saiyanhideaway.us/Fics/GutterBall/CoercingKakarot.html

Her story is the second part to this story. I will cue you when to read it. *winks* If you enjoy this at all, it is
completely due to her ability to write believably and brilliantly. I most humbly thank her.

This story is set a couple of years after Buu, before the end of DBZ. All references to time in
chapter titles are in relationship to the events in �Coercing Kakarrot.�

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He almost kissed him today.

They were in the gravity room and the spar appeared to be
over. They stood there, hard chests
heaving, each wearing that goofy, exhausted half-grin/half-smirk that means it
went well. Then suddenly, Vegeta�s leg
lashed out, throwing Goku onto his back.
Vegeta dropped as well, an elbow to the chest.

He stayed there a moment, his grin clearly claiming
victory. Then his face cleared and for a
nanosecond, his lips descended. I held
my breath, wondering if this would be the time.
But no, his face shifted again, this time in laughing disgust, and he
pushed off Goku to stand up. He reached
down with one hand to lift Goku to his feet, and released the hand instantly once
Goku was up. I saw Goku�s
lips form words ��eat� was all I could clearly make out---and Vegeta rolled his
eyes, shook his head and he turned away.
Goku pulled on his shirt and left the gravity room.

I watched Vegeta stand there alone---immobile,
unrevealing. Then he lifted his hand to
his nose and breathed deeply. His eyes
closed as he savored the scent, and then he lowered the hand to his mouth. His tongue jutted out, thick and wet, and he
ran his fingers over it in a kind of taste masturbation. He finally put three fingers in his mouth and
sucked until the flavor was gone, and then he removed them to descend slowly to
his erection, stroking it through his clothes.
His eyes stayed closed throughout it all. I could not see the fantasies his eyelids
played, but then I did not have to. I
know what Vegeta wants. I�ve known for some time.

I wish I could say I was surprised by this, but that would be
a lie. Vegeta has always had strong
feelings for Goku. Hate, disdain,
disgust, and finally respect, but always with a passion that bordered on
obsession. Hell, for a while there, it was an obsession, driving him beyond all
reason. I may flatter myself and say
that I meant something to him during that time, but I know the best I can claim
is a distraction from his obsession.

Then the obsession was gone. Death, in a masterstroke, claimed Goku for its
own and Vegeta, probably for the first time in his life, had nothing to hate, no one on whom to exact
revenge, He had nothing.

Into that emptiness, I came.

It was not easy. He
did not trust me, not really. For all
our passion in the bedroom and our son who lay sleeping down the hall, he did
not trust me, did not trust my kindness, my support, my smile . . . my love.
No one had ever given him such gifts before without expecting something
in return. There had to be a catch in
Vegeta�s eyes, a trick. The other shoe
had to fall.

He could not know of my
obsession --- the driving, desperate obsession to keep him with me, to bind him
to me. I loved him. I needed him. I wanted him.
So I wrapped my obsession up in silky skin and secret smiles, in gentle
hands and soft caresses. Stay with me, my obsession told
him. I
will give you everything if only you stay and be my love.

So he stayed. And he
was my love. And in ways I never dreamed
possible; I was his love.

I do this for you . .
. .

So much more than my obsession ever dreamed.

And now, my obsession returns, my promise returns:

I will give you
everything if only you stay and be my love.

Everything.

Gok---

My jaw clenches and I wonder why I hesitate to commit myself
to this thought. It�s not as though I�m
a prude sexually. Sex has always been
about feeling good; technicalities like gender seemed trivial. We�ve invited more than one woman to our
bed---attractive near-strangers---and one man I thought was particularly
delicious on an island vacation. He
didn�t even speak our language, but he understood our offer well-enough. The sight of him going down on my husband is
still one of the most erotic visions I�ve ever seen.

So why do I hesitate?
For Goku�s sake? Do I fear he will be offended, that I will
lose his friendship forever? That can�t
be it. Goku is one of the least
prejudiced and judgmental people I know.
He has always accepted people as they are�seen beyond whatever
weaknesses we hold in our hearts to the goodness within. No, Goku�s reaction
is not a concern.

And Vegeta . . . ? He wants Goku; I know it. I have seen evidence of it ever since Goku
returned three years ago. This has been
building for some time. His honor keeps
him from acting on it�his commitment to me.
He will take some convincing---I know he will deny his desire initially,
but once he sees that I don�t mind, that I can accept him having Goku, the
desire will do the rest.

I don�t mind.

Do I?

There is a jealous dragon screaming to be let out---Yes!
Yes! I do care! Not Goku, never Goku because----

Other than me, Goku is the only person who can elicit such
strong feelings in Vegeta.

Okay, he can probably elicit stronger feelings in Vegeta.

So I�m afraid. I�m
afraid that if I open this door, Vegeta will walk through it and never come
back. I�m afraid I may become the pale
shadow of his love for Goku. I�m afraid
I will be alone, left without my love.

I don�t know if I can survive that. My love has been my own for so long. It�s been so sweet---

But I made a promise.

I will give you
everything if only you stay and be my love.

Everything.

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Big thanks and hugs go out to Ember, for being able to spot
a mistake a mile away and to debbiechan for endless
creative support and feedback.

And of, course, to Gutterball
for being outrageously brilliant.
The next piece to his story is hers.
You�re gonna love it.
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