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Moments In A Life	By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3823 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Moments
In A Life

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Warn and 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.
WWarnings 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.) *shudder *
Krillin sex. It�s also AU. (Not terribly. It�s set after the Buu Saga, but it doesn�t include anything from
the GT world.)

C.
Also:es"> 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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His eyes felt pasty. Like
they had been taped and never wiped off, so it was hard to blink. Hard to keep his eyes open, and when he did
open them, there was nothing there he wanted to see. No. That wasn�t true, he
opened his eyes and saw the one thing that he should have wanted to
see. Saw her sitting there with the
sunlight on her light blond hair and remembered just for that one moment what
it felt like to be in love with her.

�Bastard,�
she snarled at him. Angry, hurt.

�Sor��

�Bastard,�
she repeated. Stood up, looked down at
him and he felt that he should grin because it was that shit that started
this. Somehow. Somehow being hated, being treated like shit
was better than letting 18 love him, than loving her. It was easier to be hated, easier to keep letting Vegeta use him
and seeing if this time would make the difference. But it hadn�t. There was
no difference except now he was ashamed of himself, ashamed of his cowardice
and his weakness. Ashamed of the regret
that was so heavy in his chest that he could barely breath.

�I
should kill you,� she said, �If I were still an android I would have killed
you. I don�t like liars, Krillin.� Spat his name out and then turned her back
to him, covered her face with her hand and stifled a sob. Maybe she loved him still, maybe she was
fighting with the conscious that came with being human. Maybe she didn�t care and the tears were
just because.

�I�m
sorry,� he whispered. His throat hurt
and it was dry, eyes heavy and he felt weak everywhere, felt like he could just
close his eyes now and die forever and never have to face up to what he had
done. But she was there, and she turned
back to look at him. Eyes wet and pink,
hands in fists and he loved her again.
�I�m so sorry.� He repeated it,
moved his lips and knew there was no sound coming out, but he repeated it
anyway. Reached a hand out toward her,
thought that if she touched him now that he would find a way to get better,
find a way to ask for her forgiveness even if he didn�t deserve it.

�I
should kill you,� she said, sat back down in the chair and took his hand in
hers.

~~~***

He
couldn�t remember what the time ratio was, how long it had been outside the
white walls of the time chamber, but he knew that days had passed inside of
it. Days full of nothing but fighting
and eating and sleeping. Days of
teaching Vegeta everything over again and listening to him bitch about it, but
fuck the Prince because it was his own fault he could barely land a punch
without causing himself pain. Goku
certainly wasn�t around to starve him for weeks. The weight the Prince had lost was starting to come back; the
vivacity was coming back and the attitude�definitely back.

He
swore, the first time the bastard said �Don�t mock the great Vegeta� he was
going to punch him so hard�

Well.

(Not that he blamed Vegeta, he felt it too. Every sparring session was becoming less and
less about learning to be faster and stronger and more and moreut gut getting
tangled up together and grunting a lot�) He was stubborn though, Goku was
infinitely more stubborn than anyone would give him credit for and he had told
Vegeta flat out that there would be no sex until he was satisfied the man could
defend himself from anything.

Which
earned him a huff. A self-depreciating
sort of noise and roll of royal eyes.
Like the Great one had just now realized that he was vulnerable, that
his past obsession with being the best had been abandoned when his new
obsession with self-destruction had taken effect. Or maybe it was something else.
Vegeta had looked at him, after they sparred, hours ago, and asked him
why. �Why do you do this?� Left the �this� to be interpreted as he
would, but they both knew what it was.

This.

Help
people. Why did he help people that he
knew had done horrible things, why was he here now devoting his time to
retraining the very man that had made him realize he wasn�t as strong as he
thought? Vegeta was so obsessed with
being ttrontrongest and he never realized that he had won. Long ago when he held Goku�s life in his
hand. He�d won then, he�d won after
that, and when they fought again, that final fight, he would probably win
again. Because Gokver ver fought
alone. Nobody had ever let him.

an>�an>�Because,�
was what he said, �Its something I�m good at.�
But that wasn�t it. He was
helping Vegeta because there was a man that he remembered who would have
destroyed the thing Vegeta became, because there was pride in him for the name
of Saiyan that was strangled by the sight of the weakened Prince. Because when he looked at Krillin now he
felt a twist of painful disappointment and it wasn�t there when he saw
Vegeta. Like somewhere along the line,
Vegeta had become the victim and nobody would ever admit it�not even the man
himself.

Now
the Prince was sleeping. Curled up and
silent on the pillows. Sleeping away
the ache of muscles, the fullness of his stomach, sleeping away the need in the
pit of his stomach that was making Goku stay awake. He felt odd, in this place, thinking egetegeta in that way. Like somehow these white walls could hear
his thoughts and when he left they wouldn�t ever let him come back because he
had desecrated the sanctity of the time chamber. Or something like that.

But
that didn�t stop the thoughts. Didn�t
stop the heaviness in his stomach or the stirring in his groin that made him
shift from side to side uncomfortably.
There was a shower in this place (who honestly wanted to smell stinking
Saiyans that had been training for weeks without a shower? Nobody.) He figured if his thoughts were
safe anywhere, they would be safe there.
Got up and stripped, left his clothes on the pillows and padded away to
the bathroom.

Turned
the water on and waited while steam filled the room and made it hazy and hard
to see, then stepped into the spray of the water and let it pelt his back as he
pressed a hand to his wet chest and followed the line of water down. Long strokes of his fingon hon his skin
until he was completely hard and then closed his eyes. Thought of Vegeta, out there, on those
pillows. Thought of waking him up by
kissing him, or sucking on him.

His
hand curled around his erection and he leaned down, felt the water sluice down
his back and legs.

Thought
of Vegeta like it had been in the cave, of seeing his face and feeling him
everywhere. Of the sex being about
something that wasn�t anger and fighting.
Thought of Vegeta the way he used to think of Chichi, and it was
strange, how many times his mental self was willing to invite Vegeta back into his
body.

He
leaned forward, reached his hand out and pressed it to the wall, felt it slip
and balled his fist up, pressed it tight to the wall again, and stroked himself
harder as the hot water ran over him and the steam made it hard to breath.

Thought
of Vegeta under him, and inside of him, thought of Vegeta thrusting deep into
him and making him whimper and sweat and moan.
Off the feel of strong, cultured hands on his skin, the feel of his
mouth. The heat and the taste, and
wred red with a shy blush on his face, if the rest of Vegeta�s skin would taste
that way.

�Kakarot,�
Vegeta was standing there, utterly and beautifully naked, arms crossed over his
chest and smirking amused grin on his face.
�Isn�t this breaking your own rule?�

Goku
opened his eyes slowly and looked at Vegeta without pausing his hand, gave him
a toothy grin and a whimper in response but couldn�t muster the brainpower that
was scattered with each swift stroke of his hand. Thought that he should stop, but wasn�t sure he had the
willpower. �No,� he stuttered at last.

A
raised eyebrow and that sarcastic ass look on the ard�ard�s face that just
screamed for his attention. The arms
didn�t uncross as Vegeta stepped forward, dark eyes glowing in their infinite
amusement. �So as long as we
don�t�fuck,� he said, slid into the shower with him, one hand dropping down to
grip his wrist and hold him still as he whined. �We�re not breaking any rules?�

Rules? What rules?

Oh. He remembered. Stubborn. He was supposed
to be stubborn about it wasn�t he? But�that
was different.yes"> But I think he has a soft spot for Vegeta now. *wink*

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