Moments In A Life
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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.)
Krillin sex. It’s also AU.
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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This
isn’t what he came here for. In fact,
this was almost polar opposite to why he came here. But like theg, hg, he found himself drawn to Vegeta.
the dark hole of emotion inside of Vegeta that wasn’t being closed up by this
meaningless touch. But he was doing it
anyway. Spurred on by the threat that
was spoken to him without the power to make it true. By the taste of Vegeta’s blood on his lips and the feeling of the
Prince under him. Smooth skinned under
his rough hands and arching up into every sweep of his hands down the warm
skin. His shirt was gone now and
Vegeta’s hands were still on his neck, holding him there as they kissed.
emotion, need, because this was something different than it had been last
week.
He
kept touching Vegeta, kept run han hands over him. Feeling every inch of him until Vegeta shivered and moved his
mouth away, looked at him and td ind in that low voice, but didn’t say
anything. Looked at him like he needed
something and couldn’t quite figure out how to say it.
and that he made obvious as he pressed his thumb into the hollow at the base of
Goku’s throat, turned them over so he was under Vegeta now, legs open and
looking up at him. Offering him this
again and Vegeta knew it before he asked.
“What
today?” Kissed his throat over his
thumb, “What are you offering?”
That
was the bitch of it, wasn’t it? He
wasn’t offering anything, he wasn’t thinking, he was just reacting.
felt and compelled to feel this because of the way Vegeta looked at him with
such dark eyes, shook with his dark emotions and breathed against him fast and
hard. Wet th oth on his lips and the
smell of his blood. Of sex.
time, tinged and augmented by the sheer force of anger he felt until Goku could
have choked to death on it. But he
reacted nonetheless.
He
always reacted without thinking.
“Nothing,”
he said finally and sat up, felt Vegeta’s hand on his throat tighten and wasn’t
afraid of it. It couldn’t kill him now,
just like it couldn’t kill him before.
Vegeta had great fun holding him in his fist when they first fought,
cackling his giant monkey cackle and talking about how he’d rip Goku apart limb
by limb, but he never did.
Couldn’t. Goku had felt that
waver in Vegeta, as the realization set in that should he kill Goku that was
it.
It
was over.
“Tell
me what happened,” he repeated. Aware
that they were both partially naked, aware that he was just inches from Vegeta,
aware that the Prince was kneeling between his spread thighs with his hand
wrapped around his throat and his thumb pressed just right, so another bit of
pressure would crush his windpipe. But
Vegeta wouldn’t do it.
“Then
what?” Vegeta asked.
Then
nothing. Then everything.
was something almost like despair in Vegeta.
Because Vegeta had within him the capacity to love or hate completely,
utterly, passionately. He was fighting
it and it was destroying him. “Then
what do you want?”
Silence.
directly into Goku’s eyes, there was a shifting, a sign of weakness and that
was the breaking point. Not outwardly.
in Vegeta—his own perception of weakness—and the outpouring of things like
regret and anger—fury—and love. “We
were fighting,” he said finally, “We always fought. She left. And she came
back two days later pregnant with its child.” He stopped, and there was the tightening of his jaw, the
hardening of eyes, but those emotions im gim got sger ger and he said: “She
wanted to get rid of it. Swore that she
had been drunk and she didn’t remember and never meant it and it had never
happened before or happen again.”
Another pause, a longer one, and Goku slowed down his breathing until he
was barely passing air through his throat.
Vegeta’s thumb dug into his skin harder. “I told her to keep the child.
If she killed it…she would have never forgiven herself.”
wanted to know why it was important to say it out loud.
Then
the sound of feet on the stairs and the door to his room opened, Trunks stood
there, out of breath and shaking, and Vegeta didn’t even turn around to face
his son, just kept looking at Goku as Trunks said: “I found…Krillin…he…” Trunks
stopped and gulped in a breath, regained his composure and looked at them, at
how they sat there. “Whatever,” he said
with the sad finality of a person realizing something much larger that it
seemed was happening.
“Are
you going to kill me now, Vegeta?” Goku whispered, only loud enough that Vegeta
could hear as Trunks turned and closed the door. Went back down the stairs with soft footsteps he couldn’t hear
and slammed the back door hard enough that the blinds on Vegeta’s window
shook.
“I
should,” was the response. And then a
punch. Hard fist against his face,
right under the cheekbone and his head jerked to the left.
say, Goku understood that, he was a Saiyan too. Not often, but in dark moments like this, he understood more than
Vegeta would have been comfortable knowing.
He let the bastard hit him, licked the blood off the inside of his cheek
and waited for the hand to loosen just a fraction from around his throat, then
punched Vegeta back. Knocked him onto
his back as they rolled over and he was on top of him again.
Blood
pooled in his mouth and slid over his lip.
He felt it and could smell it and he grabbed both of Vegeta’s hands.
him. Trapped between his knees and held
there by big hands on his smaller wrists.
Burning with an unimaginable sort of thing, because despite everything,
Vegeta loved Bulma. Loved her now.
“What
are you going to do if I let you go?” Goku asked.
“I
answered your fucking question, Kakarot.”
Like that was an answer.
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“Take
it if you want it,” Kakarot said. Voice
low and husky, still smelling so strongly of that arousal that hadn’t faded
during their little talking session.
But Vegeta was
shaking. Shook as he was released,
shook as he sat up, shook as he shoved Kakarot on his back on the bed and
wanted to rip him apart piece by little piece.
“You’re an idiot,” Vegeta told him, pulled his clothes off and looked at
him, looked down at him. Kakarot was
like her. Like her because they
were stupid creatures that loved to be on the ‘good’ side and fought for
flowers and babies and happy shit.
Stupid because they promised something they couldn’t give.
true. To be faithful.
had Trunks, when she looked at him after Kakarot’s spectacular death—stupid
death to defeat Cell when it was the idiot kid that had defeated the bastard in
the end. What Kakarot promised his wife
and then he died. Died for years and
still that stupid woman had stood as his wife.
“You’re
not the first one to tell me that, Vegeta,” Kakarot replied.
it. For whatever Vegeta through he
could take from the other Saiyan.
For Vegeta to realize that he couldn’t take anything from the
bastard. Just looked at him until he
felt sick and pulled away, got up and left the room. Stood in the hallway between the room that had Kakarot spread out
on his bed, and the room he’d fucked Krillin in to prove to Bulma that there
was no forever.
Breathed
fast and hard and heavy and felt everything falling apart.
hard and wanted to scream out in frustration, wanted shinghing to destroy on
this puny little planet. Wanted to
fight until it went away and he was himself again. Strong again. Looked at
the door to his room.
opened, and Kakarot stood there, dressed now, looked at him seriously and still
stank like it. Like he wanted Vegeta
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More wrong now than it had been before.
Still the large bastard looked at him and nodded.
hallway, leaving like a normal person would he could just pop away.
nothing had changed. That he,
the Prince of Saiyans, was incapable of changing him, the idiot third
class, strongest of all Saiyans.
He
reacted to that, ran after the bastard, ran him down, all the way outside and
attacked him. Punched him furiously,
kicked him and punched him and hurt him as much as he could.
everything he had learned in life, forgot any sense of control that he had
known, screamed in anger and hurt and pounded his fists into Kakarot.
but he couldn’t concentrate long enough to make it do anything.
Just
crackled around him and sparked and he landed endless blows on the body in
front of him that started to get blurry and he blamed it on the air or the sky
or whatever because they were tears in his eyes. He didn’t cry. He
never cried. He hadn’t cried
when she died, he hadn’t cried when they buried her. He hadn’t cried when she begged him to make sure her baby was
taken care of, when she begged him to forgive her and he told her to burn in
hell. When he called her a whore.
and sobbed and her weak fingers tried to wrap around his leg, but he pulled
away from her because he hated her, and knew then like he knew now that he
could never have hated her.
But
that’s what he said.
She
died. He had hated her.
But
that wasn’t important. All that
mattered was that she had died.
Hands
closed around his fists, arms wrapped around him, and he blamed it on the
sky. On rain that wasn’t falling.
rivulets and made his lungs ache and his throat burn. It wasn’t tears. He
didn’t cry for her.
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Oh.
Angst.
Goku: I’m so freaking depressed right now I can’t even think of sex.
Vegeta: You’re depressed?! Look
at me!
Bulma: You know, I think I’m depressed.
Goku: No, dear, you’re dead.
Bulma: Still, I bet I’m depressed.
Goku: Oi.
Macha:
Krillin
was looking for an ee noe not to be with Vegeta anymore, something to say ‘thou
shalt not’ absolutely and obviously he found this when he saw Goku & Vegeta
together. Ahhh…you are very wise to
pick up on the Bra thing. ;)
Webtester01:
Lol.
he. Ah…it would have been very nice if
one of them got around to the sex in this chapter, wouldn’t it?
No sex. *starts to cry *
Marie
Finally!
I was wondering if you would ever read the story.
Thus far no V/Kril fans have been found. Most folk are disturbed by the pair. *goes into day dreaming *
I love Vegeta in this fic.
Jaygoose:
*smirk
* I love it when I confuse people.
CLIFFHANGERS ON THEIR STORIES JUST TO TORTURE PEOPLE, you know?
Mechanical Butterfly:>
Uh…no.
Yamcha. Just some other fellow.
it. Russian, I would have said like Norway
or something. They pronounce their ‘j’
as ‘h’s if I remember right. But then
Russian tends to use the K instead of C…hmm…
Anyway. Thankies.)