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Unbeaten Paths	By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4882 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Unbeaten Paths
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- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-18
- 19-19
- 20-20
- 21-21
- 22-22
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Chapter 10

Goku watched the time on the 'ETA' clock clicking down, lower and lower. Just seconds. They were one second closer now, one second closer...closer...closer... He could not take this. It was making him remember how nice it felt to just beat the crap out of things, twist of boar's heads, grab Vegeta by the neck and rut like a wild animal out in the open. But he couldn't do that. There was no 'open' there was only this tiny little room. Vegeta wasn't around to grab, he was in the shower and Radditz was standing near the ramp because Goku had told him that if he was within six foot of the shower while Vegeta was naked he would kill him. (Radditz had proceeded to laugh and Goku had tried to choke him, but Vegeta interfered.)

"I had him first." Radditz said, from his corner of exile, where he was sitting on the ground with his legs crossed, mass of hair falling down all around his face. He had a smirk on his face, but Goku didn't turn around and look at him because if he did he was going to kill him.

Really. Kill him.

But a smirk crossed his face. "I have him now." Goku felt that was the important thing. Really. The most important thing. He had Vegeta now.

"That was before I was alive," Radditz , sh, shifted over where he was sitting. Asshole.

Goku turned around and looked at his supposed brother. Wondered again if he could just kill him. Wondered if there was a way to launch a spirit bomb in this tiny little ship without killing everyone. Decided that there probably wasn't and then tried to figure out if he could launch the spirit bomb then get Vegeta and IT back to earth before the ship was sucked into the vastness of cold space.

Probably not.

He looked at Radditz, imagined what it would feel like to punch his hand THROUGH the bastard ass-face's face. Rip out the spine and brain and use it as a ball. Maybe get a dog and teach it to fetch. Or better yet, he could get a god, feed it chili and then have it fill the empty cavity of Radditz' head with...

That was disgusting. He grimaced, felt dirty and stupid, and stood up. Smirked at his brother and went into the bedroom, to the shower, where naked Vegeta was. Let his idiottherther try to make him jealous because it wasn't going to work. Vegeta was right here, and naked and wet and his because he was the one that got to take his clothes off and climb into the shower with him (even if his mate was rolling his eyes.)

"Kakarot..." Vegeta said when he blocked the spray of the shower. Crossed his arms over his chest and just frowned. (He was doing that alot recently, like it was Goku's fault that Radditz the idiot asshole who once got fucked by his mate was alive. No. If he was going to bring someone back to life it would definitely not have been Radditz. He would rather bring back Freiza for a rousing game of 'beat the shit out of Goku' than bring back Radditz.) "We're almost home. Behave yourself."

Behave yourself? That was rich coming from the man that once murdered a crowd of human onlookers. Behave yourself. Ha. Goku always behaved himself. (Except when he discovered his saiyan puberty thing and thusly lost his mind.)

So he didn�t say anything, just stood in the way of the water until Vegeta started to shiver just slightly (it was nippy in this damn ship.) He stood there silently and looked at his mate, not making a move to do anything, just stating the claim with his presence. His tail swished behind him and he sighed. The tail was nice, he liked it, but he hated that his brother was alive and that he was so quick to think such horrible thoughts. It wasn�tht. ht.

Vegeta continued to stand and shiver (like this was some sort of staring contest.) He continued to stand and get his back sprayed with the warm water. Radditz had better be continuing to sit in his damn corner like a good little troglodyte. �Kakarot,� Vegeta said finally, �What will it take to get you out of my shower?�

Which, of course, was a dumb question.

He picked Vegeta up (and since he had shivered most of the water off, that was not a difficult thing to do) and shoved him against the wall of the shower (the wall that was facing the outside of the room and therefore closest to where Radditz was.) Vegeta rolled his eyes again, but wrapped his legs around Goku and let him kiss him. (Vegeta annoyed always ended with excellent kisses.) The Princely hands were digging scratches into his back as he kissed him and ran his hands down the cool mostly-dry skin of his mate, and rubbed against him until they were both aroused.

�This is the last time, Kakarot,� Vegeta said. He pulled away to lean his head against the shower wall (which was probably cold) and Goku ignored the statement, grabbed the nearest slick-type substance and made short work of the preparations. Sank into his mate�s warmth and shuddered.

His hands were digging into Vegeta�s skin wherever they touched, bruising him hard and he sucked on his neck, leaving large bloodspots on his shoulders and neck as he thrust intm ovm over and over. Slowly, but deeply, making Vegeta groan and moan (that being the point of the exercise after all.)

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He expected there to be awkward silence. Expected there to be moments where he couldn't stand to be around Trunks, where he kept thinking to himself over and over: he crushed my fucking arms but that wasn't how it was. He didn't look at Trunks and see that fight. He saw just Trunks, just the boy that he grew up with, the one that had always been his friend, who's father had been like his own father.

No awkward moment.

"We're not normal," Trunks said. Like it was an excuse, like it justified it, like it made it all understood that they could hurt each other so much in one moment but the next it was nothing.

They had broken bones before. They would break them again. But didn't that mean something bad? Shouldn't they stop this now before it go worse? Before he felt that burning urge to destroy again?

"No. We're not." He said it to agree, to apologize, to do something. They stood in the doorway and looked at one another, for one moment. A single minute in the expanse of their lives, and then he reached out, Trunks reached out, and they were hugging. Bodies pressed tight against one another, and then their lips, the kiss, and he felt everything of Trunks and everything of him.

Fuck the humanity in them.

They were saiyans now.

Trunks pushed him inside and he stumbled back, felt his back knock against the wall, opened his mouth and felt Trunks' tongue slip inside of his mouth, the door closed. He didn't give a damn. His fingers were pushing up the T-shirt that stood between him and Trunks' skin; pressing his palms against the warm skin.

And his own shirt was being shoved up, his pants being undone, hot fingers sliding down, rubbing against him with an insistence that was a thing of beauty after the past days of not having a fucking clue what was going on.

Goten had always considered himself a level-headed sort of person, escaping both the ignorance of his father and the prejudice of his mother. But these past days had proven to him that he did not escape either one. He was just as fallible of either one of them. The fight with Trunks started out as sparring and ended up with him crushing one of his mate's legs. Getting his own arms smashed into bone fragments. The pain was unbelievable. But at the same time, everything at that moment had made a sort of sense and now he didn't feel that confused anger anymore. It was gone.

Trunks moved down from his mouth to his neck and sucked on it frantically. Goten managed to get Trunks' pants undone and they fell down, leaving the two of them moderately naked and grinding against one another in the hallway of his father's house.

Brillant.

Goten curled his fist in Trunks' hair and pulled his head away, looked at him. Licked his lips. They panted as they ground hard against one another and then Trunks wrapped his arms around Goten and dragged him down the hallway toward the bedroom.

"Wait," his boyfriend said suddenly, "Wait...shouldn't we...you know talk or something?"

Goten just looked at him, wiggled until his pants were off his ankles and then lifted them and wrapped them around Trunks' hips. "Talk?" he panted. Considered what talking would get them for a moment and then shook his head no. "Later."

"Okay," Trunks nodded, like he had known the answer already and then he lifted Goten off the wall, shuffled into the bedroom and dropped him on the bed. (Then he had to get his pants off the rest of the way, and Goten took advantage of this time to find the lube and arrange the pillows.)

He wrapped his hands around Trunks' head and pulled him back up to kiss him again, curled his hand slick with lube around his erection and felt the hot pulse of it in his hand. Trunks' hands went under his hips, lifted him up and spread his thighs so he was open and he whimpered because his body was arched strangly.

The kiss broke when Trunks pushed into him. He leaned back into the pillow under his head and let his eyes fall closed all but a sliver as he watched Trunks' face, the blush the sweat that blossomed and made his hair wet. The tightening of his arms as he supported his own wait and started to move. His eyes closed and then opened and closed.

But it was beautiful.

He ran his hands down his own body and pulled his legs out of the way, held one knee in one hand and put the other one up, over his head, to keep himself from pounding into the wall as Trunks started to move harder, breathing fast and irregular, panting and moaning and whimpering. Shining with energy and sweat.

He bared his teeth and surged back against the thrusts, driving Trunks deeper and harder inside of him, felt his whole skin pulsing with his heartbeat and his erection was throbbing painfully, close to the edge but not quite there.

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Goten: Dude�where�s my part?

Trunks: Uh�well�it�s coming

Goten: Sweeeet! A lemon?

Trunks: O.o Uh�we tried to kill one another�

Goten: *blinks, as he is confused by what was said *
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