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Uncertainty and Pride	By : TristaML Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1864 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 10
The next day, when Kakarot and his King met up for their scheduled training, there was a deeper scowl on Vegeta’s face than Kakarot would have liked to see, and Vegeta, likewise, noted Kakarot’s sour disposition.
The King said nothing at all to him, but instead went inside of the machine out of habit. Kakarot followed, and once the door was closed, their training commenced almost immediately. The impact of the heavy gravity wore on them as they turned it up higher than ever and their focus had to be complete in order for their fight to go smoothly. It took all of their concentration just to stand, but the circumstances demanded for no less. Still, they failed to stay completely on task. The anger on Kakarot’s face surfaced this day unlike any other, and Vegeta recognized it was directed at him. It only added fuel to his personal fire.
The time they spent in the GM seemed multiplied by the time it actually took them to finish a training session. It was an intense experience and the more they fought together the more they could read one another, and the more powerful they became as a duo.
Today, however, Kakarot could not stop thinking that he wished to talk to King Vegeta and stop training for just a little while. His mind was in too much confusion and Vegeta was, as far as he could tell, just using him to gain strength, and not actually considering that they would need both of them in order to defeat Brolly.
‘This will not do!’ Kakarot thought, and he wondered if they were getting close for the millionth time. He figured that, by now at least, they were strong enough to transform, but making that change, accepting that form and taking on that power, is proving to be more difficult than not.
Kakarot had to admit that he was frightened by the idea of their transformation, and although he knew what his catalyst was, as well as Vegeta’s, he also was aware that they both came about out of sheer frustration and uproarious emotions. He couldn’t bear the thought of giving Vegeta any pain but how else are they going to make the ascension? Only the looming threat was enough to push them on at the moment. In this lifetime, Kakarot has no personal tragedy to base his transformation off of, and Vegeta has no intentions of releasing himself from his own impossible standards, and no real reason to as of yet, and without freeing himself, he will never transform.
King Vegeta noticed Kakarot’s distractedness and was offended by it. He hit him hard and yelled, “Stop daydreaming, Kakarot! I’ve had about enough of you!” It wasn’t true, though, and he knew it even before he said it, and he was silently shocked at his own emptiness.
Kakarot skid to a halt before standing to his full height and staring down his King. He went to the control panel and turned off the machine before the King realized what he was doing and all he could do was wonder why he was doing it.
“What’s the meaning of this?” King Vegeta asked him. He was tired, but he still wanted to keep going. He still needed to take out his aggression; he still needed release.
“We’re taking a break,” Kakarot answered, looking at him from underneath his bangs.
“Oh?” Vegeta remarked, surprised, “Since when do you make the decisions in my house?”
Kakarot didn’t answer him. He stared piercingly at his King, taking slow but deliberate steps closer to him.
King Vegeta bared his teeth at him, pissed off that he would dare challenge his authority, but still he found amusement by him all the same. As Kakarot grew closer the King started to feel a queer nervousness grip him, and he said sarcastically, standing proudly, “Well! What are you proposing we do since we’re listening to what you have to say, now?” but Kakarot’s eyes were gleaming at him, and his heart began to race as he came ever nearer.
Kakarot smiled at him and took a deep, nervous breath. He decided he would try another tactic on the King and take their relationship to the next level. He had to get through to him somehow and he was well aware of Vegeta’s interests in him by now, and he also knew all the right things to say to get him to realize that much. He said, in a suave voice, “All work and no play won’t help us be mentally prepared for this challenge, your Highness. We’re going to wear ourselves thin if we continue working this way. I have a better idea for us to spend some time together.”
Vegeta couldn’t help but stare at him incredulously, but he found no good reason to argue with him as he came ever closer. His scent was coming on strong, masculine and sexy, the sweat of his body alluring and his body language and tone were perfectly clear. Vegeta knew what he meant by “spend some time together” without question as he noted the intense look in his eyes. He became immersed in them. Deep down he knew that he has been asking Kakarot for this and, to his great surprise, the young man is actually pursuing him. He isn’t supposed to be but he is.
Before he knew it, Kakarot was kissing him. His lips were gentle and his hands came up to cup his face as he drew closer.
“Kakarot,” Vegeta gasped, unsure of whether or not he should let this happen. Suggestive wasn’t a strong enough word to describe the need he felt coming from Kakarot’s actions, but it was so wrong for him to be the one initiating things.
“Pleeease, King Vegeta,” Kakarot said and he boldly kissed his neck, licking up the sweat there. His great advantage was in knowing that Vegeta would want to hear him beg. He said, “Don’t fight me, not on this.”
Their mouths met for a second time and Vegeta wanted to cave at hearing Kakarot ask like that. This time their tongues played and explored and Vegeta gave in a little bit, arching his hips into Kakarot’s body as his tail unwound from his waist. His right hand flew into Kakarot’s hair and began tugging and pulling as they kissed more deeply. Vegeta drew back, though, and let out a shaky breath and said, “What is the meaning of this?” He couldn’t help but question him; giving in without a fight just isn’t his style.
Kakarot smirked at him and said, “I thought you knew, already. Do you want me to say it?” He chuckled and admitted, “I want you and as far as I’m concerned you can have me.”
Vegeta bit back a moan and began kissing him like he’s never done before. He wondered if this was a good idea, like has been deliberating, he then he decided there was nothing that was going to stop him from taking what’s been so blatantly offered. Kakarot seemed like he would never let up on his relentless kiss, tugging at his lips, and sucking at his tongue.
The younger man’s heart thudded in his chest and he stopped making out with him so that he could take his own shirt off, which he did quickly. His lips found Vegeta’s again, and instead of allowing the King to remove his own clothes, he ripped the top half of his uniform off of him, knowing that it would turn Vegeta on, and immediately replaced it with his hands on all of Vegeta’s now free skin. The result was what he wanted; Vegeta’s hand grabbed onto his ass, and he latched his tail onto Kakarot’s thigh, claiming him for the moment. Kakarot kissed him still, and smiled into his mouth, which Vegeta noticed.
“Why are you smiling?” Vegeta asked him, and his voice was rough and sensual. Kakarot loved hearing it that way and couldn’t believe this was real.
“I’m smiling because I’ve wanted this for so long,” he replied easily, staring into his eyes.
Vegeta’s unfiltered gaze focused on him challengingly and he couldn’t help but envision a parallel between them, which he couldn’t understand, and he was far too hazed by lust to decode himself. He wondered, still, “Who are you, to want me, a King?” He asked the question as though the answer was going to change something, knowing good and well that they couldn’t take their hands off of one another, and every grace of fingertips on heated skin and glance at each other’s flesh was burned into their memory.
Kakarot smiled, “I’m a Saiyan, what else do you need?” he said, and he halted all conversation for the moment with the placement of his lips on Vegeta’s, and Vegeta found that he could not argue with him, or deny him this, anymore, although his cheeks burned at being spoken to so commonly. For a brief moment he began wondering how fun it might be to sneak around with Kakarot and keep this a secret for as long as possible.
They spent precious moments feeling skin on skin this way for the first time together, and after a while Kakarot grew more and more confident and passionate as oppose to persuasive. Now he unwound his tail from his waist and used it to snake in between Vegeta’s thighs, causing the King to squirm and smirk at him, and he could see the excitement in his eyes and the challenge on his brow. Kakarot smiled and used the leverage and distraction to work his pants off of him, and he slowly slid his hands down Vegeta’s taut ass as he released his hard cock from its confines. Vegeta returned the favor and ripped off Kakarot’s pants off without a second thought. They did not completely remove their clothes, so long as there was access where it was necessary. Kakarot knew Vegeta liked to be somewhat inconvenienced while fucking, and Vegeta was more turned on by him right now than he could ever remember being. Neither man was overthinking their actions.
Kakarot wantonly began pumping at his engorged erection and his kissed him as he felt Vegeta’s body buckle against him. He only continued for so long before he knelt down to his knees and took his King’s cock in both of his strong hands and then into his mouth, sucking on the bulbous head and running his hands down the length of it with a good amount of force and definite purpose.
The King cursed and pulled Kakarot’s hair back out of his eyes so that he could see his handsome face. When Kakarot looked up as him Vegeta said, breathily, “If I had known that this is what it was like to fuck you, I would have initiated it a looong time ago.”
Kakarot smiled as he licked around his shaft, making every inch of it wet and slick. He replied, “You haven’t fucked me yet, your Highness.”
Vegeta smirked down at him and thought, for a brief second, that he’s found his match. Vegeta’s tail swished through the air while Kakarot’s tail thumped the ground. Kakarot began taking his length into his mouth, and he sucked hard as he took him in deeper. Vegeta used his leverage on the back of his head and pushed him forward gently, moaning out into the heavy air of the GM. The smell of sex began to hit him, and the promise of complete release made him eager. He couldn’t help but buck a few times into Kakarot’s mouth without warning.
               Kakarot said, after gagging on his cock, some tears coming to his eyes, “Patience, sheesh,” but he could admit to himself he was turned on, solid. Even in his fantasies about Vegeta he’s never imagined him so playful. Even in his visions, everything is just snippets and underlying emotions, it’s not all clear and palpable.
               Vegeta was torn between curiosity, patience, and lust, and he could not help his excitement. Kakarot was taking in more and more of him now, moaning and jerking him at the same time. Vegeta wondered how he got so good at this before realizing that Kakarot claims he knows him, (not wanting to think about him doing this to someone else) and he decided to do something he didn’t think Kakarot would expect. He pulled him back by his hair and stopped him from sucking his dick for a moment. “I’ve figured you out,” he said.
               Kakarot smiled at him and watched as Vegeta began to bend low and started pushing him to the ground and onto his back. Kakarot said excitedly, “What have you figured out?”
               Vegeta smirked, “You think you know me, huh?” Kakarot’s smile grew bigger and he began to hope that Vegeta was remembering him. Vegeta added, “I think I might surprise you, still.”
               Kakarot beamed his grin at him and he said, “You do surprise me, all the time.”
               King Vegeta kissed him much more sensually than he meant to, but he couldn’t help the raw passion he was feeling with him. Looking at and feeling over his naked body didn’t feel awkward for the first time or strange, it felt perfect. There were no uncomfortable thoughts plaguing the King as he jerked Kakarot’s long and thick leaking cock; and nothing weird in the air as Kakarot leaned back, ripping his pants entirely as he separated his legs for Vegeta to position himself between them. Vegeta made his hips sit atop of his thighs, and knew that this would be the fuck of a lifetime by the looks of Kakarot’s tight ass.
               The King watched him with a carnal gaze and he thought about nothing but his handsome features and the horny noises coming from his mouth and how he wished to hear more. He gave his free hand to Kakarot’s mouth, and he sat up as he sucked on his fingers, staring at the King as he did so. Vegeta could watch him do that forever, but he wanted him now, so he removed his wet fingers from his mouth after only a little while and touched gently at his entrance, as he pushed his package out of the way with his other hand. He enjoyed the view that was being displayed for his pleasure. Kakarot moaned as Vegeta pressed slightly inside of him.
               “Vegeta,” Kakarot whispered.
               Vegeta’s brow twitched in annoyance, but he couldn’t be angry at him, and he said, “Call me… Sire…”
               “Sire,” Kakarot sighed, apologetically.
               Vegeta’s impatience was only checked by the fact that he didn’t want to hurt him. He prepared him as best as he could with trembling hands and a thick hard-on waiting, lustfully. The longer he spent preparing him Kakarot was becoming less tense and moaning more freely. He noticed the young Saiyan’s tail thudding the ground, and his legs beginning to shake. He couldn’t wait any longer. He removed his fingers and positioned himself at his entrance, his pre-cum lubricating them further as he rubbed the tip of his cock there just for the pleasure. He gently began to push his way inside, and after inserting the head, Kakarot cried out, and Vegeta was watching everything emotion flicker over his face that he let be seen, and trying his best not to moan.
               Kakarot reached up after a few moments, quivering, and grabbed onto one of Vegeta’s hands and the King, moved by the action, leaned forward to kiss him and push himself further inside at the same time. Kakarot’s cries made King Vegeta want to rush, but the thrill of this ride was far too enticing not to take his time. Vegeta squeezed Kakarot’s hand and kissed down his body as he pulled out slowly and began to push his way in little by little. Over and over again he went back and forth gently, staring into Kakarot’s eyes, until he found that he was fully sheathed and Kakarot was no longer so tense, but breathing shallowly and letting out little sighs, staring right back at him with licentious eyes. Kakarot took the King’s hand and kissed it and smiled at him, becoming lost in the moment.
               King Vegeta didn’t know what he was feeling, other than the incredible sensation of being inside Kakarot’s perfect ass, which he couldn’t describe if he wanted to, he did the only thing he could do, and began giving it to Kakarot, hard but slow, and then rough and deep. As he heard him crying out, he’d never felt so alive during sex, and he wondered at all the ways he could twist and bend him, and longed to see more of what he’s like.
               Kakarot was elated, his cock was going to release any second, he couldn’t help it, King Vegeta was pulling on his thighs and making his way inside of him like he owned him, and he loved it. Then Vegeta pulled out and stood up, his cock jutting out and leaking, and he lead Kakarot by his hand, telling him he wanted to see his ass, and Kakarot rolled over with wobbly legs, getting onto his knees. Vegeta replaced himself back into his dick’s new home and, with some resistance, pushed his way all the way inside. Kakarot cried out without remorse, this angle and the King’s length surprised him.
               Vegeta set a pace, and then switched the pace and pressure on his hips up over and over again. He pushed him to the ground to fuck him, tugging his head back by his hair, before leaning in to bite at his neck. “Kakarot,” he moaned and realized how good it felt to say it out loud.
               Kakarot moans grew more unrestrained at hearing his name being called and the suggestion the King must not have noticed he’d made. Vegeta pulled his hips back into his lap, hammering into him and gripping his waist. Kakarot tugged on his swollen penis and cried out nonstop, looking over his shoulder at the King, and the King asked him, “How does that feel?” smirking, and the emotion in his eyes was sensual and real.
“I’m so close,” Kakarot admitted and his cheeks flushed with exercise and some degree of bashfulness.
               Vegeta pulled out of him again, and turned him onto back, before replacing his engorged cock where it belongs. Kakarot cried out, and Vegeta’s tail coiled around the younger man’s dick, and began squeezing and pulling on it desperately.
“I’m going to make you cum,” Vegeta gasped and added in command, “But I want you to beg for it first.”
               “Please!” Kakarot moaned, totally candid, “Sire!”
Vegeta threw all his weight into him a few more times, fired up and impatient to hear him orgasm. The passion of the moment was enough to send Kakarot over the edge and beyond. He squirt all over the King and himself, and at the tensing in his loins, Vegeta was caught off guard and came hard, cursing in surprise and ecstasy. He rode it out, numbed and utterly satisfied, and then pulled out of Kakarot with some degree of regret at having to do so. He fell on top of him and began kissing him feverishly, not since he was a younger man had he experienced such honest passion during sex.
               Kakarot whimpered into his kiss and wrapped his arms around his neck, refusing to let him go. For the moment the King was content lying naked on top of him, he hadn’t even noticed their tails intertwining as their tongues tried to do the same. Kakarot ran his large, strong hands all over his back and down his ass, squeezing and feeling his way over every inch of his skin. Kakarot’s hands traveled up his tail and his hips bucked playfully as he pulled away from the kiss and smiled at him.
               King Vegeta suddenly realized the gravity of his actions, and he was surprised at himself, but he couldn’t be disappointed or upset. Something had simply come over him and he couldn’t help but want Kakarot more even after having him just this once. Vegeta got off of him and stood up without a word, too much on his mind to say anything at all, but it took effort to unwind his tail from Kakarot’s, and they shouldn’t even have been touching.
               Kakarot stood up as well and as Vegeta turned away, he took him into his arms, pulling him closer, securely and even lovingly.
               “Kakarot…” Vegeta mused, but then came out with it, as straightforward as ever, “This cannot get out.”
               Kakarot sighed and let him go. It was his turn to begin walking away. In the back of his mind he realized he has no clothes to change into, but his foremost thoughts were bent on the fact that Vegeta was right but so wrong at the same time, and it broke his heart. He heard the King say his name again and as he turned to him, Kakarot replied, “You don’t remember, do you?”
               “No,” Vegeta confessed, “But… that doesn’t mean I don’t believe you. I want to believe you, of course, I want to believe I will become a Legendary.”
               Kakarot frowned at him, his fists clenching as his heart began to hurt, and he looked squarely in his eyes as he said, “You don’t get it. Brolly is the Legendary… but we can become Super Saiyans, and then something else, entirely. His power is immense, and after we transform you will have to give your strength to me in order to succeed. I’m afraid the very idea will tear you up inside, so I never mentioned it, but it will have to be done in order to defeat him. Upon seeing him, though, you might begin rethinking everything.”
               King Vegeta’s blood ran cold and his anger sparked into a fully ignited fire as he replied, shaking, “You! I’m tired of the incessant banter I’m constantly hearing from you and your father!”
               Acknowledgement and consideration showed in Kakarot’s eyes, and he spoke cynically, saying, “He gave you some advice you didn’t want to hear, so you sent him home. That’s an effective way of dealing with your problems.”
               “I am KING!” Vegeta yelled in fury, “King of all Saiyans! I will do as I please and as I must! I will be the one to defeat Brolly!”
               Kakarot’s frown persisted, but he stood his ground against him as he said, “I wish I knew how to get through to you, Sire. I wish you would listen, but you’re just as stubborn as you could possibly be.”
               King Vegeta growled at him and said, in spite of everything, “My pride is everything to me, Kakarot. If you know me, you should know that.”
               “I do,” Kakarot nodded, “and I also know that you will learn, as always, the hard way. I’m trying to help you, but you won’t listen. So, your pride will be broken and you will eventually change your mind about things. I just hope that by that time it’s not too late,” and with that Kakarot began to walk away, heading towards the exit, naked.
               “You cannot leave like that!” The King yelled at him, ignoring what he’d just said at the fright of someone seeing him leaving in the nude. “I will go, since I still have my pants, and I will send for some clothes for you,” he paused, and in his anger and confusion he added, “I’m cancelling our training Kakarot, from now on until further notice. Why don’t you go spend some time with your father?”
               Kakarot turned back around to him and asked, glaring, “Are you telling me to leave the castle, too?”
               “Do as you please,” the King replied casually as he passed him, moving for the door, “Just don’t expect much of my company.”
               Kakarot didn’t hesitate to ask in displeasure, “How can you just walk away like this?”
               “Oh, I didn’t tell you,” Vegeta stopped for a short moment and said, in his classic harsh and detached manner, “This is where I surprise you, Kakarot. I’m not the same Vegeta from your visions and this isn’t your fairytale storybook ending. I can’t give that to you because that part I don’t believe.”
               Kakarot allowed him to go, and some degree of fear grew for his King and spite settled in the pit of his stomach, but could not latch onto his heart, although he was scorned by him for what he hoped to be the last time. Kakarot didn’t want him to suffer, still, and he grew more and more anxious for the future. His soul ached as he was concerned with their lives more than anything else at the moment. Who knows where Brolly could be right now or when he will finally strike. How long would they be able to go on like this? For once, he had to admit, he began to feel the emptiness of rejection, and his heart beat heavy inside of his chest as he considered Vegeta’s denial of him.


               In the morning, after he woke up and realized that both his best sparring partner and the genius who invented his favorite training machine were out of his reach due to his own actions, Vegeta slunk deeper into desperation for private triumph than even he could wholly acknowledge. He’d done the unthinkable and become “attached” to others which he’d previously dubbed unworthy of such affection (which was everyone). It wasn’t Kakarot’s fault, or Bardock’s fault, it was his for thinking for two whole seconds that something more could come from having built those relationships. Maybe something could have, even still, had he not pushed them away, as is his way of things. It couldn’t be helped, he promised himself he would never give in to such temptations of the flesh. Kakarot was right about him, after all.
               Vegeta was beside himself, and for two weeks he hardly even spoke to anyone else. His father had been right and wrong all at the same time. Vegeta might have been capable of finding another who can play the threads of his being like the sweet sound of music and sway his daily mood, but he, the King of all Saiyans, still refused to allow said man to change him in any way. He took it as a personal challenge against his very inner person, his core. Who is Kakarot to subdue him? Who is Bardock to judge him?
               He remained true to his word and completely ignored or avoided Kakarot as best he could manage, even though it was tearing him apart inside.
               Whether or not he agreed or believed in the fairytale stories he and his father have told, he could not deny that he has been very deeply affected by both of them, and the connection he felt with those men left him uncomfortable. Of course, he knew himself to be depressed, but he imagined it to be more a thing of stress than unhappiness. Surely once he defeats Brolly he will be purely and unequivocally ecstatic. Life will be renewed. Still, his father will be gone.
               Vegeta’s heart ate away at itself the more he spent time in self-loathing and he saw where he made each and every single mistake. His past’s secrets are only as good as their keeper, and right now he was feeling as open as a book from two men who claimed to care about him, who he dared not admit to care back.
Again, it isn’t Bardock’s fault, and it isn’t Kakarot’s, either. If he had not been so assaulted as a child and on into adulthood, in every sense of the way, and if he had not lost his father, and if Rori had not cheated on him in so many ways, and if battle had not been his obsession in life, then perhaps things could be different. Alas, from where Vegeta now broods, all life’s arrows point in the direction he was already heading, towards a truer purpose, and a more impressive victory than ever he’s had, given that his will can hold out.
Not all could be so wrong with the world that he would lose his planet, even if he had lost it once before in another life. He will not give in to defeat.
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