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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
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 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
- 13
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Chapter 13

They found Goten and Trunks swimming in the lake. (Well, okay, not 'the' lake but 'a' lake.) Vegeta declined swimming (he usually did) but Goku jumped in because he wasn't prissy. He liked swimming and floating, and there were very few people left in the universe that had yet to see him naked. (He had the tendency to lose his clothes in the middle of battles.)

"Hi dad," Goten said to him--all pleasantly and happy and perfectly normal. It was eerie to see his son smiling and happy when just a little while ago he had been listening to Vegeta tell him how the two demis smashed the shit out of one another.

Vegeta sat down on the grass near the lake and crossed his legs. He looked all proper sitting up there (never mind the fact that he had drooled-on cheerios stuck to his shirt.) Trunks said hi, got no answer from his father and proceeded to chase his mate all around the lake until they were both giving each other the 'eye.'

Goku missed the eye. Vegeta wasn't giving him the eye. Not since they got back to earth two days ago. No eying was happening. (Except Radditz eying his mate, but even that had stopped...) The boys were climbing out of the water, all dripping wet and smirking.

"Hey," he said before they could get to far. "Bulma wanted to see you guys." That was why they had found the boys after all, to let them know that their presence was requested and all that. They nodded, he sighed, and then they left. But he had done his part in delivering the message.

This left only him and Vegeta. Him in the water. Vegeta on the bank. Him naked. Vegeta with clothes on. Him naked and thinking about Vegeta with no clothes on. Vegeta with clothes on not thinking about him naked. These things were not good things.

Thusly, he left the water, walked up to where Vegeta sat and flopped back onto the grass (naked) and put one arm behind his head. He bent his knees so his lower back was flat on the grass (and so his legs were indecently spread) and looked at Vegeta. (Who just continued to sit there and look proper even if he had to realize what Goku was about to do.)

With his free hand he idly traced his chest and his stomach, smiling a little with his eyes closed while he thought about Vegeta. Thought about Vegeta's voice when he was all out of breath and the blush across his throat. About the way he swallowed when he was out of breath and the way he cursed and whimpered and shivered. Goku especially loved the shivering. He thought about the feel of slick skin under his and the taste of Vegeta's mouth. The feeling of his hand in Vegeta's hair, the arch of Vegeta's back...

His hand moved down, past his navel, to his erection and he gave his mate a little smile, opened his eyes just enough to see Vegeta look at him from the corner of his eye and then he curled his hand around himself and started to stroke.

His tail(which truth be told he forgot about a lot) wiggled its way out from under him, wagged in the air at his side and then immediately went in search of Vegeta's tail. It wiggled between Vegeta's back and tail and curled up there, squeezing.

This continued on for a moment, then Vegeta growled in annoyance and turned around to face him (since he was mostly looking at Vegeta's back.) "There are other ways to occupy yourself, Kakarot."

In response to that rather ridiculous statement he groaned.

Vegeta turned away again, flipped his tail away from Goku and tried to continue on ignoring him. (Goku could tell he was trying because his shoulders got very tense and he was humming just light enough that it was audible.) Goku didn't mind being ignored, he just pulled his legs up a little farther, spread them a little wider and worked his hand a little harder.

It was the whimpering that bested Vegeta, though. He whimpered and wiggled under his own ministrations, and Vegeta growled again, turned around and grabbed his shoulders, leaned down and kissed him. Sucked the little whimpers right out of him. Goku moved the hand that was behind his head and ran it through Vegeta's hair, held him there to kiss him longer and deeper, felt the hardness of Vegeta's body against his side.

"Weren't you supposed to teach me something?" Goku asked when they parted, "Something about tails and fucking?"

"Later," Vegeta said.

~~~***

Going on with life 'as normal' was an impossibility. Gohan realized this when he went to see his daughter and Videl refused to let him actually hold her. He just got to see her. He had complained about it, she had pointed at the bruises on his arm and asked where the hell he had gotten finger-shaped bruises. Especially bruises that big.

Telling Videl that Radditz--his UNCLE--had tackled him to the ground and promised to do many inhuman things to him would have resulted in his complete expulsion from his child's life. So he told her that he had started sparring with his family again and she had seem less than thrilled about that. (This, from Videl, who sparred continously. The very contradiction was making his teeth ache.)

So he didn't get to see his own daughter for more than a few minutes. His freaking UNCLE (at first he forgot that Radditz was his father's brother, and when he realized that and he told Radditz the man had just laughed at him) was trying to fuck him.

And right now, Gohan was looking at his seventh bottle of Jack. Thinking that it just wasn't working anymore. His tolerance for alcohol had gone up so high that not even this shit was working for him anymore. It made him smile, it made him feel loose and gangly but it didn't make the fucking reality of his shit-hole life any more bearable. Just a little sillier, maybe, a little more 'what the fuck do I have to lose now' about it all.

And like a true Saiyan, there was Radditz, ready and more than willing to take advantage of the situation. It was a little ridiculous though, to see Radditz (as giant as he was) in the little living room with his long ass hair, hands on his hips looking down at him where he lay on the floor with the bottle of Jack on his chest. Ridiculous and a bit disgusting since he could straight up his dear old uncky's non-pants. (Were Saiyans adverse to clothes as well as gay?)

"You're not even decently drunk," Radditz said. He stooped, picked up the bottle and sniffed it. "A child could not get drunk on this." But he drank it anyway. All of it. In one very very long swallow. Then he dropped it, it clunked on the carpet dully and he looked down again.

Gohan considered everything in a very clear manner. If he gave in now (after a week of fighting daily over this dominance thing, he was pretty sure the giving in was entirely up to him) would he be able to blame it on the alcohol in the morning? Would he have a viable excuse that he was just 'drunk' and 'didn't realize what he was doing' (or who in this case.) Or was the fact that he was thinking this way the equivalent of realizing he wasn't nearly drunk enough to get away with a little inter-family fucking. (Alright, so squick factor aside, Radditz and him were exactly going to produce heirs or anything. So the fucking was just fine.)

Radditz stooped again, wrapped his hand in Gohan's hair and pulled him to his feet. (That hurt.) He gave him a careful glare and then pushed him back until he hit the wall, lifted him up so their faces were even (Gohan bore all this in contemplative silence) and then he (big shock) kissed him. It was an Jack-soaked kiss. All tongue and taste and incredibly indecent. It was dominanting and demanding, and he felt hands on his knees prying them open, felt his thighs slide agianst Radditz' hips.

"No," he said when Radditz moved away from his mouth. His hair was in Gohan's face again, and he brushed it away, laced his fingers through it and pushed it out of the way. Shook his head again like it was going to make a difference.

"I won," Radditz informed him. Then kissed him again, and ground against him, strong and male. His hands moved inside of Gohan's shirt, raked up his belly and to his chest, on his sides and his hips, slipped lower and curled hard fingers into his ass, pulled him up and tight agianst Radditz until he felt the hardness pressing against him.

Wasn't this supposed to be disgusting?

Radditz tugged at his clothes, Gohan heard them rip, felt the cloth dig into his skin but didn't care, he twisted his hands in Radditz hair and opened his mouth wider, submitting to the stronger will (wondering how he was going to justify this in the morning.) Then Radditz pulled back, looked him and smiled. "Go find some lube, virgin." He smirked when he said virgin, like it was an almighty insult. His hands left Gohan's skin and he stepped back, pulled the hand out of his hair and looked impervious, looked monstrous--looked Saiyan.

"Fuck you," he snapped. Like he was going to play the good little slave boy and run right off to expediate the process. Hell--he was drunk. He didn't even WANT this. It was just the alcohol (oh, yeah, tell yourself that now.)
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