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By : Vegetaswriter
Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male
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Well it has started, the birthday countdown of prizes. I wake up to little prizes starting May 1, and then continue until the 26, until the actual day. This morning I woke up to a small picture frame, with the all mighty prince posing. It inspired me to write one-shot fics for the rest of the ‘prize’ days. So here it is! 27 chapters expected, only short. Some will have lemon pie ;)

Snap-shot

            Vegeta left early this morning, something about Bra’s need to revolt and his role of being the “punisher”. I really don’t question his family life or the roles that they are placed in; I’m just the “home-wrecker”, good ol’ Goku - the home-wrecker, well that is how Trunks and Bra sees it, and I don’t argue or fight the fact. Vegeta wouldn’t call me that; no he just nuzzles my neck.

            Bulma was hurt and quite vocal about it, she was never one to be afraid to say what she was thinking, and I believe that was what attracted Vegeta to her, she was brash and well brazen. A no holds bar kind of woman that makes men cower below her, all but Vegeta. Actually when it came to the mother protectiveness of her child Vegeta wouldn’t dare say a word, and if he was caught in the middle; what a sight, it was the only times I saw his mask crack and fear would show through back then, no-one else noticed it but myself and Bulma, everyone else was far too busy ducking for cover.

            Time heals wounds and Bulma came around. They both started talking again, and I could see the hurt in her eyes when the topic of my and Vegeta’s relationship was and how happy we were together. Eventually Bulma moved on, finding someone to play the role as her servant and lover, a woman like her needs someone more powerful to balance the relationship and it kills me thinking Vegeta was the only man I know that could be that for her; doesn’t hurt me enough to let Vegeta go, now mind you. He is mine, and I am his and nothing or no-one will take that from me.

            Trunks will come around eventually; I hope, Bra on the other hand had sworn my death. Much like her father had years ago, I cannot help but smile when I think of the young lady, she may have all her mother’s looks, but by Kami she is her father’s child, right down to the snarl. Trunks on the other hand, well he looked like his father only with Bulma’s father’s colouring, and a calm demeanour, very unlike his father; but I guess it suites him, in reality one Vegeta is damn well good enough. Can you imagine two Vegeta’s running around, man oh man, I don’t think the universe has the room for two of those egos. I cannot condemn Vegeta, for I love him wholly, flaws in all, honestly between me and you, that ego of his makes my blood boil in delight. That cocky flirtatious style makes my head swoon and I nearly bow to it, but don’t tell him that! I’ll never hear the end of it.

            Now I stay away from C.C, avoid it like it was a plague, I cannot stand the looks of hate and hurt by his children, the way when they all stand together it just looks right. I refuse to see it, Vegeta and I were meant to be, I know it.

            It happened only two years ago, but it started years beyond that, it started the moment I locked eyes on him on the battlefield when he was my enemy. The way he looked, that cocky behaviour of his, his certainty of his victory over us, it done something to me, and when we fought, the outcome grim, but I never felt so alive; my body squirmed with new emotions, new feelings I’ve never experienced before, I voiced them aloud in that fight, unable to contain my opinion. A look flashed in his eyes, but he said nothing of them, now that I think back the look was more like curiosity.

            Since that day I find Vegeta always brought out physically powerful emotions, be it anger, disappointment, excitement, and now love. For years I didn’t know what to make of my feelings for him, first I believed it was strong need to befriend the Prince, change him, and over time I became more confused. After Buu Vegeta and I had became friends, sparred regularly, and talked more openly of our family and our hopes and expectations of them. He started to educate me on our people, teaching me small words in our language, to phrases. Every time I saw him, my heart pounded, and I grew anxious.

            Then everything went crazy with me, my body exploded with strange needs, desires, and wants; my hormones and point of views went askew. I saw Bulma as a threat something that needed to be dealt with in a violent matter, his children as well as my own disgusted me with their tainted mixed blood; I was an animal, a dark dangerous animal, and I fought against myself for months.

            I stalked around my home for hours like a caged lion, snapping and growling at anyone whom came near me; I was a beast. Chichi was terrified me, and for a good reason to, I nearly bitten her hand when she tried to convince me to come to bed, hoping a good night sleep would fix me. Goten left the home, he couldn’t stand walking on egg shells around me, he moved to Gohan’s with his wife and child for the time being, until I got over whatever was bothering me. Vegeta on the other hand, he must of known something was up, because he didn’t call, or even visited, he stayed at home, not even raising his ki, avoiding and hiding.

            I couldn’t help to stare ahead, mindlessly growling to myself, the Oozaru beast calling and scratching away in me, tearing me apart. I wanted something, something specific, but I didn’t know what. It only clicked when I saw that picture. A group picture of all of us, after Buu sitting around Bulma’s dinner table, we weren’t posing; a natural picture Bulma said. I was off to the side Chichi beside me while I stuffed my face, the others talking amongst themselves, and there it was, what I wanted; Vegeta. His fork poised for an attack on a helpless dinner roll, his eyes feasting on the morsel bread, preparing his plate. I took a hold of the frame ripping out the picture, tearing it away until only Vegeta was left between my finger tips. After that my mind went blank.

            When I came to, my head was pounding something awful, I tasted blood, smelt blood, and him. My first thought was Vegeta came and knocked my ass out, but once I opened my eyes something wasn’t adding up. Vegeta was underneath me, naked as the day he was born, a few scratched around his shoulders, and quite a nasty looking bloody bite on his neck. I was shell shocked, needless to say, but at the same time it felt natural and right.

            Vegeta came to, and did something I didn’t expect, he smiled at me, leaned in and kissed me stupid! He filled me in the happenings in the past few days. Yes a few days! Apparently I decided to show how much stamina I had to Vegeta. It seems, once a Saiyan male finds someone worthy of his strength, an equal, someone he trusted to stand beside him in a dog fight, a chemical reaction occurs bringing out the “Oozaru call” he said, I called out to him, and his body answered subconsciously. It seemed I jumped right into a whole new level of Super Saiyan beyond the third, we collided, and well, you know the rest.

            We were bonded, after several days ‘mating’ and sharing blood our body mixed the blood within ourselves creating a bond which will be unable to disconnect. We were one and the same, shared strength and minds; our soul was one, just like when we fused; only we were the keepers of our own bodies. Vegeta summed it up in one beautiful sentence. “We are separate beings riding on singularity.” I didn’t fully comprehend when he said, until later in time.

            However, he did not like how I dealt with our families. He was down right furious at me for weeks. It seems my dominate side was far too aggressive for my Prince, and I agree but I couldn’t stop myself. I acted like the old Vegeta in those moments. I instant transmission us to C.C and point blank told them Vegeta belonged to me, and nothing or no one was taking him away, he tired to talk and smooth things out with an explanation, but very unlike myself, I pretty much told him to shut up, and continued claim the fact he was mine to the others. Bulma lost it, moved in to give myself and Vegeta a smack across our faces for hurting her, well she didn’t get far when she moved in on Vegeta, and instincts took over I guess. I almost killed her, I am ashamed for that, and truly sorry, but she shouldn’t have come near us then, I wasn’t myself the Oozaru in me was still very much awake. Vegeta came in between us instantly, pushing Bulma out of the way, protecting her, which only angered me more. I attacked him, beat him down violently, screaming to him about our roles, I dom, you sub, deal with it! I gathered his unconscious limp body, growling at his shocked family and left with a dangerous warning. Informing them that they were not to come around or I will kill them.

            Oh yeah, that was quite a ride, and it didn’t end there. For months all the z gang were doing the best to ‘save’ Vegeta, and I was far too over protective and controlling. I was afraid Vegeta would try something to end our bond, go back to his family, and the others did their best in trying as well. I wouldn’t let him out of my sight. Even my children were forbidden to see me, by my own words. I attacked anyone whom came near, anyone who tried to speak.

            I was out hunting for our home, Vegeta was sleeping, and I became surrounded by the entire gang. They tried to talk, others shouted, some toss threats, and well I didn’t take them very lightly. I powered up, amazed that they would all come together to try and stop “evil” Goku and save the “helpless” victim Vegeta. I didn’t waste much time, I jumped right into the fourth form, scaring them with my beastly looks. They didn’t back down from me, but I smelt their fear.

            Vegeta came soaring down from the sky, like a god-sent. The shouts and arguments grew louder and louder, Vegeta had some visible bruises which they assumed was from abuse, in truth they were from our nocturnal activities. He roared for silence, and my eyes were glued to him. He looked tired, drained. He sighed walking up to me, keeping his hand outstretched; he gently caressed my face, allowing me to calm, breathing in his scent, relaxing under his palm. When the tension in my shoulders left he spoke, uncaring to those around him, he spoke freely and calmly.

            “Kakarot, I am not trying to leave you, no one will ever take me from you.” He kept his attention solely on me as his voice penetrated the foggy beast inside me. I heard him. “I am yours Kakarot, always will be.” He nuzzled my neck, purring, keeping me calm. “This isn’t right, and you know this. This isn’t you Kakarot. This is the Oozaru.” He held my face, locking our eyes together; he kept speaking calmly to me, soothing me with his deep guttural voice. I listened. “You were raised as a human, you don’t know how to control the Oozaru, and it has a strong hold over you. You’re too animalistic Kakarot. You must know how they see this; you didn’t give them any other light to see this in. They think your evil now; they think all of this because of the beast inside that you allowed to rule you. Let me help, let me bring you back.” I flinched, thinking he wanted to leave me, but he quieted my concern with a kiss, he turned his head exposing the claim I stated, and allowed me to have my fill. He continued to talk through the pain of me gnawing the claiming mark. “I’ll always be yours, I love you Kakarot come back to me, come back to us all.”

            No one really questioned it afterwards, I started to meditate, controlling my Oozaru side, Vegeta and even Piccolo helped me through it. Eventually friends came around, no longer tip toeing around me; I rebuilt the relationship between me and my sons. Chichi and I were on good grounds; apparently she saw this coming, only she didn’t expect it to be a man I leave her for especially Vegeta.

            Even today things are slowly coming back to normal, those whom hate me for what I done will forgive and move on. As for Vegeta and I, well it’s like magic really. I cannot believe how much happier I am with him, sleeping in the same bed, feeling his hard body against my own, feeling him enter me and vice versa, it is magic.

            And to think it was all because of a snap shot that broke the barrier between us. That very snap shot remains on my bed stand, next to my grandfathers four star dragon ball, and it will remain there until the end of my time here.
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Daily prizes	By : Vegetaswriter Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3552 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: i do not own dbz or make any money from this.

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