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Prologue
By : Herpb4uDerp
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Did You Miss Me?

He creeps carefully through the halls back to the guest room he inhabited during his months away from school and quickly strips off the soft orange fabric. He folds it away into the bottom drawer where it would remain until the moment was right. That was all there was left to do now.

Wait.

Weeks of grueling training go by just watching Vegeta's tightly wound frame, which was just begging to be fucked strutting around in front of him, stretching in front of him, flexing in front of him. Everyday revenge looked sweeter and it became harder and harder to get satisfaction from any other thought.

Except every time Goten thinks he might be able to attempt his plan he stops and hesitates. He finds himself questioning more and more just what kind of reaction wearing his father’s gi would really have on Vegeta. They didn't exactly depart on good terms and even if he was confident Vegeta and his father had something going on between them, this was still Vegeta he was dealing with.

He taps his fingers with irritation on the cool gravity chamber tiles after a particularly frustrating spar thinking maybe there was no perfect moment. Maybe this was impossible because Vegeta was so damn guarded he could barely manage to hold a normal conversation let alone be tricked into bed. But it finally happened.

Vegeta had been difficult to reach all week. But today, Goten hadn’t even seen him today, which was unusual. As far as he could tell, Vegeta was... he’s still out in the wasteland? doing who knows what but it didn’t feel like training.

It is late, already dark, when Goten who is making a poor attempt at studying looks out the window and sees an object flying in a slow crooked line towards Capsule Corp.

“...What the-” With a loud thud he watches the figure crumple face first into the lawn. He pauses the game, walks to the window and opens it.

Vegeta is face down ass up, motionless, passed out in a meter deep crater. Before he can make heads or tails of what the hell Vegeta’s problem is, he sees the Saiyan struggle to his feet and make a slow haphazard journey to the back door.

Must have trained himself to exhaustion…? Then his face lights up. This is it! This is my chance. It's- he's fatigued, his power level reduced, his senses... dulled… Trunks is out of town- and where- ah! I don't have much time. He jumps out of his clothes and into the gi as fast as he can manage before bolting toward Vegeta’s room. He has just cleared the hallway as Vegeta stumbles through the back door.

He hesitates momentarily, a last minute sanity check. Am I really going to do this? His hand twitches on the brass handle. There's a light thud on the stairs and he thinks about a particularly unpleasant training exercise they had done earlier this week. Oh, yeah. I’m definitely going to do this. Goten swiftly enters and closes the door behind him. He lowers his ki as much as he can before finding the darkest corner of the room and sinking down next to a bare wooden dresser out of view from the door.

Everything is suddenly washed in light as Vegeta walks in and Goten notices the room is spartan. A simple metal frame with a thin but soft looking mattress on it, neat and made. The only thing that could pass for decoration was a small clock on the end table next to the bed. The door slams shut and his eyes have to readjust to the city lights streaming in from the windows.

He watches Vegeta stagger over to the mattress, pull off his shirt and flop down. Goten feels out his ki as he waits in the darkness. It's erratic, like he's shifting between a fight and sleep over and over again. Vegeta splays his arms out over the bed and kicks his boots off, letting his legs and feet hang over the edge, not quite touching the floor. He sighs heavily and then doesn't stir for several minutes.

Goten stands slowly and approaches the bed with his ki still lowered. Vegeta's eyes are closed and he's breathing deeply. He doesn't look… like he's been training... he looks... Goten stares in disbelief for a moment. Drunk? He has to hold back a laugh. This is too perfect!

Goten raises his energy as quickly as he can manage, trying to simulate an "instant" arrival. He has been practicing for a couple weeks and it works; Vegeta bolts upright and stares at the strange figure who has 'appeared' in his room.

It is dead silent as Vegeta squints hard at the outlines of an orange clad, wild haired saiyan. His eyes kept trying to settle on the shifting double image which only succeeds in making him dizzier.

"Kakarot? ...Ka-" Vegeta reaches up and touches his hand to Goten’s face with confusion. I can… feel him? ...These dreams... are getting harder to distinguish... from reality. Vegeta stands up wobbly and brushes his thumb against Goten’s mouth while his other hand clutches a fistful of orange fabric.

Goten smirks down at him a little surprised by how easy hate fucking the last prince of Saiyans was turning out to be. If I knew it was going to be this easy, I would have tried a long time ago. Shivers run up his spine as he thinks about feeling those hard muscles under him.

The moment he was reviling in doesn't last long though as Vegeta's face begins to contort with anger.

"Fuck you! Fuck you Kakarot!" He shoves Goten back before slamming his fist into his nose. Goten barely suppresses a yell as he stumbles back into the wall with his hands already at the site of the injury. Blood quickly begins leaking through his fingers.

"You think you can just come and go whenever you want?!" Vegeta waits for a response but it never comes, "You think you can just disappear for a few years and show back up like everything's fine!? Fuck you!" He says, his slurring making him sound even angrier.

Only now does it finally occur to Goten that this might have been a bad idea; tampering with the emotions and memories of an unstable, murderous former destroyer of planets. Goten quickly considers how much worse the beating will be if he gives himself away right now. He starts running through possible explanations about why he was here…. In Vegeta’s room. In his father’s clothes…. But nothing convincing came to mind so he stays quiet for a little longer hoping he could regain control over the situation.

Vegeta's gruff voice cracks with emotion, "W- what the fuck are you doing here, Kakarot? What- what do you want?”

Goten takes a step back trying to stay just out of Vegeta’s range.

“What about your kids? Your family? Have you even bothered to see them? Do you-" he struggles to stay angry, "do you even care?"

Goten’s hands are still clasped together over the slowed geyser of blood streaming out of his nose. He stares back at a furious unsteady Saiyan thinking maybe I should just knock him out? Because this is…. not… good....

"What's wrong? Nothing to say?" He's calmer now so Goten slowly shakes his head. "Tch, of course not." There is disgust written all over Vegeta’s face but it disappears just as quickly as it came because this all feels... too real and suddenly he can't resist finally letting all the angry tormented thoughts that he's bottled up for so many years pour out of him, "Because you don't care, do you? You would have come back if you did. You never would have left.” His brows furrow, “You know I wasn’t the only thing you left here! Don’t you?! Tch! ...By now I've been more of a father to both your kids than you ever were. Especially Goten." The younger recoils hearing his own name. "I practically raised him. And you! I bet you don’t even know the first thing about him!" Vegeta rears his first up again but he can't bring himself to land another blow now that he's looking Kakarot in the eyes and it drops limply back to his side.

Goten suddenly feels himself suppressing a strong surge of guilt. Or is it vomit? How much blood did I just swallow? He takes another step back but Vegeta follows.

"You know he's even stronger than Trunks? Than Gohan too. I've been training him even though he's soft-" there's the shadow of a smile on his face, "like you. Except smarter." Goten caught the flash of his trademark smirk before it returned to blatant irritation, “but you don't fucking care, do you?” He presses his palm to Goten’s hands pushing them against his injury. “Just came to get fucked and leave again, didn't you?"

Goten’s pained gasp turns into an even more painful snort of laughter. Like my father ever got fucked by you. We all know who was stronger.

Vegeta's scowl deepens and he refuses to meet his rival's gaze while Goten restudies the room for the best route of escape. But as his eyes land back on the angry Saiyan swaying silently staring at the floor with clenched fists Goten reconsiders making a break for it because kami, Vegeta, you are a fucking wreck, aren't you? ...you might even need this more than I do.

Vegeta’s expression softens as he speaks again, “Of course you did.” He says it softly and the beautiful moment of Vegeta’s vulnerability as he looks back up at Goten is too hard to pass up.

Goten is sure he will never get this chance again so instead of trying to see if he could disappear like his father, he takes a risk and runs the backs of his fingers gently down the side of Vegeta's face leaving faint red streaks as he leans in to try and kiss him.

The full Saiyan's expression changes. He narrows his eyes and grips Goten's blood covered hand stopping it’s soft motion and presses his other palm to Goten’s mouth, holding him back.

He clicks his tongue, "What are you doing?"

Goten stutters in shock, "I- I’m-"

"No, Kakarot. How many times do I have to remind you?” Even in my dreams, “You don’t get to break the rules." Suddenly that smirk was starting to look more like a sadistic grin as Vegeta tears the top half of his gi off his body and pushes Goten onto the bed.

Goten backs up apprehensively until he bumps into the headboard, a bit unprepared for Vegeta’s sudden shift in mood, “Rules?”

Vegeta crawls over top of him and grabs his wrists. "Yes, Kakarot. Rules. Was space so terrible? That you’ve forgotten?” he sneers, “Or are you just trying to play dumb hoping I don’t remember?"

"I… I forgot?” Goten stammers with a nervous smile as he tries to pull his wrists free. What the fuck did I just get myself into!? Do I need to figure out a fucking safe word?! Shit! What would it even be?! What rules?! Shitshitshitshi-

He presses his hand tightly to Goten's jaw and forces him to meet his dark hazy gaze, "That’s ok, Kakarot. Because I didn’t forget."

Goten struggles to shift their positions. He can smell the alcohol oozing from Vegeta's pores as he leans in closer and a panic begins to overtake the half Saiyan. What rules?! WHAT RULES?!

"How long have you been here?" He inhales deeply along Goten’s neck, "You don't smell like space." He smells like... the gravity room? ...And whiske- er- no, wait that's me. Vegeta inhales again curiously as he begins to lick slowly along Goten’s neck.

Goten shoves Vegeta’s face away and tries to flip them but Vegeta holds him down forcing Goten to pause and rethink his tactics.

"What's the matter? Neglect your training lately?"

Goten glares at Vegeta over the remark because he had in fact not been neglecting his training lately. This was simply a precarious and dangerous predicament that he had a feeling powering up would not get him out of. He was far too close to risk giving himself away now.

"Guess so..." Vegeta presses his canines against Goten’s neck as he talks, "Which leaves me with the question, if you weren't training.... what were you doing out there all this time?" He was already kneeing the half Saiyan's legs apart and positioning himself between them leaving Goten, who was now just trying his best not to smear blood on everything, stuck between Vegeta and a hard place.

He had been sure… so sure his father was- well, he didn’t actually know his father… but I know Vegeta, don’t I? with his spoiled, princely air, his small narrow waist-ed body, his angry flamboyant personality- he had been so fucking sure that Vegeta would be all but pleading for ‘Kakarot’ to take him. So, what the hell is this? Rules? Is it ...a power thing? Oh fuck, I’m so f-

He lets out a sound that is half panic half surprise as Vegeta forces two fingers into his mouth. They go right to the back of his throat and Goten immediately starts choking.

"Suck" Vegeta commands. Goten sputters, trying to turn his head away. He can feel ki on the fingertips invading his mouth. It's warm, and magnetic. Tastes like iron. It feels like sparks are going off inside his head, but not the type of sparks had been hoping for and he manages to spit out the intruding digits.

Vegeta reels back in irritation. "What? What do you want Kakarot?" He glares at Goten. "Do you want to fight?! Because we can fight!"

"N-no!"

"Then what? What do you want? Why are you here?" he sits up on Goten's hips. The half Saiyan's eyes are immediately drawn to the already harden member straining against Vegeta's training shorts. “If you are here to talk about fucking feelings then get fucking lost!”

"No, no. It's just- I thought... I thought-" Goten felt his face flush with embarrassment and he realizes Vegeta has an enormous advantage in the moment; Vegeta does know his father. His words must be few and necessary but he has no idea what his father would say. He barely remembers him at all. He certainly has no idea what kind of relationship this was. So he takes a dive and let’s Vegeta guess what Kakarot is thinking and hopefully, his father was thinking the same thing he was.

"What did you think?" The full Saiyan leans in with a lip curling sneer. One hand playfully pulling on his ragged locks while the other rests firmly on his shoulder. Goten tries one final time to adjust his position and Vegeta begins to laugh, “Did you think I was finally going to let you fuck me?”

Goten nods, wait- why ‘finally?’ Was he always on-

Vegeta laughs harder at his expense, “What, because you decided to come back? Because you think I missed you?” He shakes his head in disbelief and presses his mouth to Goten’s ear and lets his voice drop to a low toxic whisper, “Oh, I did miss you, Kakarot. I’ve missed you so fucking much.”

Goten is not quite sure what that is supposed to mean coming from Vegeta and lets out a soft noise betraying his mounting fear that he might have bitten off a little more than he could chew. Goten knew Vegeta had issues, but now he was thinking he had sorely underestimate them.

"Hn… what’s wrong? As I recall you were more than happy with this arrangement.” He teases with a tongue against the shell of his rival's ear and lets out a satisfied chuckle as he feels a pulse against his abdomen.

Arrangement?! What does that even mean?! Goten doesn’t know how he’s able to be so hard when he was so scared.

“Though honestly, you wouldn’t believe some of the things… I’ve let you do to me… in other dreams I’ve had….” Vegeta murmurs darkly, “Absolutely… depraved… Kakarot...”

Oh. That’s how. He bites his lip. Because Vegeta was fucking hot and they both needed to get laid. He can't help his body's response and he finds himself suddenly debating the difficulty of still trying to get a little rough revenge sex while being on the bottom.

More difficult for sure… but not… impossible… because despite Trunks’ assumptions about Goten’s position preferences, he actually didn’t mind the idea of being pounded senseless. He had just never been able to find anyone who could, so- it might not be... so bad… to let this play out... his way… if he doesn’t…. kill me...

“Hn.” Vegeta notes the change in body language as the majority of Goten’s struggling ceases. Vegeta leans back and looks down at him, “Let's try this again, shall we?"

Goten hesitates and Vegeta attempts to quell Goten’s still visible apprehension while threading his fingers through Goten’s hair, pushing his bangs back, "Don't worry Kakarot. You know I'll take care of you."

So, despite the potential risk to his health Goten swallows down his concern over only Vegeta being allowed to break the “rules” whatever those were, and nods in agreement because letting Vegeta fuck him was probably better than the alternative of getting found out and also...

Damn if Vegeta didn’t look so fucking good with that look on his face.

Goten closes his eyes and eats up the fingers that re-enter his mouth.

"Much better." Vegeta smirks as he tugs on the sash around the half Saiyan's waist with his other hand and strips it off. Within minutes Goten is trying not to scream out the most satisfied noise he is sure he has ever made while Vegeta chuckles and makes a snide remark about how 'it's nice to know... you missed me too...'

Oh, this is definitely a power thing for him...
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