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Prince, Tear Me Apart	By : olliesensei Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2153 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon ball Z nor the works of Toei Animation. I make no profit nor do I own the characters. This is all for my pleasure-- and yours.

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Squeals of laughter spiraled in the air, as two little boys zipped around Goku’s backyard. The wives of the group, a blue-haired pale and a long, brown-haired, covertly chatted amongst themselves, giggling at the giddy children.
“Your little one always has energy to spare, Chichi,” Bulma admired.
“Oh you know that Trunks have the same spark, Bulma” she touched her arm.
“Goten would love to spar with him again, “A sigh was emitted; she never approved of her son to follow in the footsteps of his father, Goku.
“Boys will be boys, Chi” Bulma knew of Chichi’s values. A sympathetic smile graced her face. She was fortunate that she agreed with her husband; they were always in sync. While Chichi fussed about her boy doing more fighting than studying.
Goku was surrounded by all of his Saiyan companions, all who helped defeat Cell—except one. A loud explosion disrupted the yelps of joy and excited murmurs of the gathering; from afar, gazes witnessed the blue, dome-like gravity chamber diminish into the hazardous smoke and debris.Stalking from the commotion, tall chestnut hair belonging to a stocky, short Saiyan sporting blue with white-armored body spandex sprouted. Frowning. All eyes turned towards Bulma who greeted the mirthless face.
“Woman, you need to fix that blasted machine,” He complained.
“You jerk, you keep breaking it!” Bulma accused, and accented her words with a stomp of her left foot.
“It is of no concern to me that your technology is inferior to my strength,”
“Hey Vegeta, you’re always so serious, why don’t you take a rest from training and relax,” Goku chimed in and groped his shoulder affectionately, giving one of his goofy, carefree smiles. In return, the other smacked the offending hand away and scoffed, “There’s always room for training, idiot. You let your guard down and every being in the galaxy will try and take this ignorant planet. I shall be the strongest and fulfill my prophecy of becoming the strongest warrior while you dawdle in these disgusting gatherings,” He pushed pass Goku and powered up, an aura of blue-ish hue surrounded his entire body and scattered dust and rocks in outwards direction as he flew off into the sky. Silence ensued for moments, until Goku chirped, “That Vegeta sure knows how to spice up a party,”
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I've had more training under Frieza's rule than in this forsaken place. Vegeta inwardly shuttered, knowing damn well his time with Frieza was much less welcoming. He was just beginning to adapt to Earth and he is not willing to revert back. What am I thinking? The wind pummeling his face did nothing to interrupt his train of thoughts. Wasn't I stronger? I feared no one. I gained my respects and would have soon became the ruler of some planet. It would have been as if I was on Vegetasai. He shook himself out his reverie. He needed a distraction. He wanted to become stronger. They wanted to celebrate.
"Fools," Vegeta annihilated mounds of rocks below him, firing multiple balls of energy.With no adaquate sparring partner around and no gravity chamber to train, the rest of his day was spoiled. His fists clenched. "Damn them all," Descending onto the sparring grounds he frequently used, the short saiyan laid on patch of grass and gazed at the sky and fell asleep. Then dreamed.
Hands. Hands ghosted up his saiyan armor. As they got to his chest, light touches were applied to where his pecs were located, circling them. Vegeta groaned. And then slowly still up towards his neck, they groped. Vegeta jerked upwards and was surprised that his movements were restrained with unseen binds. Why do you fight me? Do you not want the power you seek? He twisted his head away from the offending limb. They outlined his lips, undeterred by Vegeta's struggle. The restricted yanked his arms against the binds repeatedly; they gave way and he sprung upward, gasping.
Vegeta breathed heavily through his mouth as a light sheen of prespiration showed on his face. He ran his left gloved hand against his neck and mouth as if he was sufficating. A dream?
Author's Note: Hmm, I will end there. Goodness, hello. This is my first fan fiction ever. If you didn't guess- I love Vegeta and I love fucking with him. Reviews would give me some helpful criticism.
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