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The Burning Leftovers of Temporary Madness	By : KahlanN Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2168 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: The Burning Leftovers of Temporary Madness

Chapter Number: 15

Author: Kahlan Nightwing

Pairing: Pi/V

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Angst, character death, yaoi

Disclaimer: Dragonball Z is the sole property of Akira Toriyama and all parties therein. I do not claim to own Dragonball, Z, GT or any of its characters. I am making no money from this story.

Summary: It's been 25 years since Vegeta left Earth, leaving behind a grown son and a lot of pain. Now an evil is threatening Earth and he is called to duty. But why did he leave, and what will he find when he gets back?

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Chapter 15

His eyes pop open, widened up at my form. I�m straddling him, grinning wickedly and exerting all my force to let him know he�s stuck there. His arms are pinned to his sides by my thighs, which I squeeze experimentally.

My grins widens when his breath hitches out of him in a squeak.

�Now, Namek, tell me why I shouldn�t kill you.�

His lips move, and I frown, letting up the pressure enough for him to squeeze out, �I�m the only one who can fuck you right now.�

I laugh, viewing what he was obviously looking at. My erection stands between us, right in front of him. �Oh, that? Happens every morning. You know that.� I smirk down at him and squeeze again. His face turns a ruddy shade, from indignation or lack of breath, either or.

�But I�m the only one that can take care of it.�

My brow furrows as his hands gently caress the sides of my legs, where they are held trapped. A thumb manages to slide up teasingly close and I squeeze in warning. �You drugged me.�

�Necessary.� It�s the only word he gets out, but he hardly looks alarmed. Damn Namek.

�I could kill you.�

�You could. But would you?�

I watch him for a few moments, my lips slowly curving into a smirk. �I could make you wish you were dead.�

�Undoubtedly.�

I chuckle and squeeze again. �Monosyllabic, Namek? Whatever for?�

Of course, it is then that the door opens and a pair of green eyes widens as a blush spreads across purple cheeks. I am sure we make quite a sight. Both of us naked and bared, me straddling him�it�s quite the pose. I have one moment to open my mouth and protest the intrusion, though it looks as if this is the last thing Vulgur wanted to see, when my horizon suddenly tilts wildly and I find myself on my back with a possessive Namek over top of me.

I turn back and began to curse him and myself for loosening my grip, thrashing as he easily holds me there. His attention, however, is directed toward Vulgur. �Could you excuse us for a moment? We�ll be right out.�

Vulgur nods silently, blinks as if to wash the sight out of his mind, which judging from his still-wide eyes, doesn�t work, and retreats from the room, shutting the door behind him.

Piccolo looks down at me then. I�ve stilled and curl my upper lip, growling. He bares his canines and lunges forward.

A groan answers him as he laves my throat with his tongue. He makes his slow way down my body, stopping at a nipple to pull it into his mouth and suck hard. I grip his head with my now freed hands, breath coming out in gasps. My fingers find and pull his antennae, and I hear him suck in a breath, his teeth almost removing my nipple.

�Careful!�

I hear him chuckle and he tongues the nipple in apology. I likewise massage his antennae, feeling him arch up into it. This causes his lips to release my nipple, which causes me to growl lowly and release his antennae. His hands cup around me, lifting me and settling down to my thighs, which are quickly brought up. I hold my knees to my chest, smirking as he leans back on his heels and examines my�

A throaty moan escapes my lips as his head lowers and his tongue rasps across my opening. He suddenly stabs his tongue in and I buck up, arching from the bed with wide, unseeing eyes. Words are tumbling from my lips, but I hardly understand them. I just want him to stick his tongue in deeper, to move it just�

This time he has to hold me down as his tongue, and I never did notice how long it was, hits my prostrate again and again. I arch and a soundless scream pours from my open mouth.

When I come back down, landing on the bed with a muttered �oof�, it is to the feeling of him cleaning me off, that wicked tongue now taking long strokes of my abdomen and cock and quickly bringing me back to attention.

I sit up on my elbows. �Are you going to get up here or what?�

He answers me by slithering up till our noses are inches apart. �And what will you do if I don�t?�

My brow raises, as the whole point of the question is made moot by the fact that he�s�up here. �I suppose you�ll just have to be punished.�

His lips meet mine and tongues clash as we possessively vie for each other�s mouths. When we both let go for air, he smirks. �I like punishment.�

I return his smirk, rolling us over, catching both of us before we can hit the floor, and straddling him. �Masochist.�

I begin to slide back and forth, trapping both our erections between us. He hisses from between his teeth and moves to meet me, both of us writhing on the rumpled sheets. My hands descend toward his antennae, and his eyes snap open to let out a moan as he tosses his head back and forth blindly.

�Feel good?�

His answer makes my own eyes widen as his fingers find my tail spot and begin to caress it. My head falls to his chest as wave after wave of pleasure pulses through me, pooling at my cock and causing my movements to become more frenzied. I close my eyes, letting the feelings take me where they will. One of the Namek�s hands leaves my tail spot to move through my hair with such care that I sigh.

�Nice.�

He nods his agreement, both of us silent now as we increase the pressure and pace, feeling that elusive building start at our chests and radiate to our extremities. All of our extremities.

I arch my head back and let out a cry at the same time that the Namek�s hand twists in my hair and he lets out his own shout.

We lay there for a long moment, his hand still moving through my hair, both of our chests heaving. He rolls slightly to the side, so he�s no longer at the edge of the bed and we are lying face to face. My own face remains buried in his chest and he seems quite content to let it remain there.

�If this dries, we�re going to stick together.�

He grunts and moves to sit up, bringing me with him. I lay there, dead weight draped across him awkwardly. He stills, a sound like that of amusement coming from his mouth. �I thought you didn�t want to stick together.�

I smirk onto his skin, knowing he feels it. �Never said that.� I�m perfectly content to just lie here, physically spent and satisfied.

He chuckles, rising and putting his hands around me as if he�ll cradle me and pick me up. I don�t like this, growling and standing on my own quickly, evading his grasp. His intent, of course.

I glare at him, folding my arms over my bare chest, and watch him chuckle as he moves to the shower. I�m behind him, then suddenly dashing ahead of him and closing the door in his face, locking it. I hear him let out an indignant shout and chuckle, knowing he can hear me. �Have to be faster than that Namek.�

The door suddenly swings inward and I jump back to keep it from hitting me, not able to keep from gaping at him. He holds one finger out, pointing at me. It�s not that I gape at though. His fingernail is longer�long enough to pick a lock.

He chuckles at my look and the fingernail shrinks right before my eyes. �How do you think my tongue managed to reach that far?�

I blanch, my eyes wide, and actually take a step back as he takes one forward. He looks�hungry. It is not a look I�m used to. I hold my ground as he continues forward until out chests meet. I greatly resent the fact that I have to look up at him. From the way he�s smirking, he knows this. I smirk suddenly. �Well, everyone always said you were an ass-kisser.�

He raises a brow, knowing I�m just reaching for anything to regain control of the situation. He returns my smirk. �You weren�t complaining.�

I think on that purposely, and then answer. �No. I wasn�t.�

This time our grin is wholly shared as we both step to the shower. The Namek pushes me aside then, turning on the faucet, checking and setting the temperature, and then pulling a bottle of a cabinet and setting it on the side of the tub.

I amuse myself by watching him, eyeing the bottle with curiosity. �You do know a bath will take longer?�

He answers with a question, not turning toward me as he fills up the tub. �How long has it been since you�ve soaked yourself in a bath?�

I can�t really answer that. It�s been that long. He makes no response, taking my lack of one as the answer he requires. I hate it when he does that.

After a few minutes, he shuts off the water and turns, raising one eyebrow and holding out a hand. I raise my own eyebrow and stare at the hand. Surely he doesn�t expect me to�

With a �wuff� of released air he grabs me around the waist and literally dumps me in the bathtub. I come up sputtering for air and blowing out bubble-filled water. My hair hangs annoyingly in my face and I�m practically growling even as a green hand moves it out of my way. He�s smirking, damn it!

�What the hell was�� My shouting stops as I�m suddenly presented with a lapful of Namek. He purposely squirms in my lap and I grab his waist, pressing his ass firmly down on my erection. He stills as I hover right at his hole, tip barely pressed in. �Grab the conditioner.�

My voice is strained with the effort to not just sink myself into him, teeth gritted and practically hissing. He�s quick to notice that, but he�d have to rise to get to the conditioner, and I�m hardly going to allow that.

I move him side to side, groaning as my head just slips in. He�s so fucking tight!

My eyes alight on the bubble bath bottle just to the side of me and I smirk. Weird lubing. Yes, I do remember that.

He notices me reaching and grabbing it and shifts forward some. I frown. It isn�t fair that he wants it! He�s not supposed to�ah, what the hell.

I liberally coat my fingers and reach down to insert them in his ass. He throws back his head as I push three fingers impatiently in, his backside arching up at the same time. It must be uncomfortable, but you can�t tell that from his face.

I smirk. He looks as if he could die now and be completely satisfied. His head suddenly turns and I�m caught by surprise as he finds my lips with eyes still closed, moaning into my mouth and causing my own eyes to flutter.

I pump my fingers in and out of him furiously, keeping him up at an angle so he doesn�t sit on them. Finally, however, I�m too wound up to tease him further. If he�s not prepared now�.

My fingers remove themselves from him, leaving him letting go of my lips to stare ahead and groan in disappointment. That groan becomes a shriek as I let go of him and he sits right on my erection with no warning. Both my arms wrap around him securely at the waist, holding him down as he tries to buck back up off of me.

�Gonna fuck you hard now, Namek.�

He nods wordlessly, neck craning back enticingly onto my shoulder. I stifle a groan and lean my own head in, teeth scraping the flesh opened to me. I can feel his throat vibrate under me and buck up suddenly, sending a wave of water cascading over the side.

Not that either of us care at the moment. I continue my movement, teeth clamping down on his Adam�s apple and stilling him like a wild animal claiming dominance. He stiffens completely on top of me, but I just thrust in and out of him, motions erratic, wild, and strong enough to push myself off the bottom of the tub.

I can tell he wants badly to move, and it�s only driving him crazier every moment that he can�t. This power, this control I have over him is heady and entirely too addictive. Perhaps that�s why I come suddenly and harshly enough to open my eyes impossibly wide and my mouth impossibly wider, screaming as my orgasm unexpectedly peaks and dies off.

I�ve let go of him, slumping in the tub underneath him and allowing him to drive back as far as he can go, arms straining to shove my cock so far up him I think for a moment it�ll erupt from his mouth.

What does erupt is a stream of come and a stifled yell as he lets go all over the wall and collapses back onto me. I do not move try to wiggle out from under his weight. The water is warm�what water is left�and he is warm. I am tired. Very tired�.

�Vegeta.�

I must�ve dozed off, for I open my eyes to see him turned in my lap, arms encircling my neck and noses inches apart. �Mm?�

He smirks. �Breakfast.�

I nod limply, leaning in and planting a chaste kiss on his lips. He deepens it immediately. It seems he�s full of energy. I wouldn�t mind taking a nap right in the tub. He lets go of me and chuckles. I merely glance around us at the definite pool of water outside the tub and the white smear of modern Earth art on the wall. �Weren�t we supposed to clean up? We�ve made a bigger mess.�

He frowns and looks at the messes I�ve indicated with my words. �I�m not picking it up.�

I scowl. �Princes don�t clean up after themselves.�

Turning to me with wide eyes, he barely manages to keep the smirk off his face. �But you did in the Gravity Room.�

I growl low in my throat, feeling lethargy leave to make me energized. �I was hungry�. I�m hungry now. Get off.�

Chuckling slightly, he stands, sloshing more water over the side. He puts a foot on the floor and it slips on the water there. I catch him just before he does the splits on the edge of the tub. And that would�ve hurt.

�Careful there. That�s fragile equipment.�

He manages a glare at me and steps the rest of the way out of the tub, making it to the rack of towels and coming back with a handful.

I wait till he�s thrown them on the floor haphazardly and most of the water�s been sopped up before rising myself and stepping out, smirking. �Why thank you.�

His glare increases until I pick up one of the wet towels and lean over to briskly clean up his mess on the wall. I drop the towel to the bottom of the tub, chuckling at the thought of whoever picks up the laundry. Nasty surprise that.

I turn to see the Namek thrusting clothes at me. He already has his own on with that nifty trick of his and has obviously collected mine while I was turned around. It�s nothing unusual he hands me either, but I check anyways.

Nope. Blue bodysuit, white gloves, gold-tipped white boots. The usual ensemble I� I do a double-take. �Where�d you get�?�

�Made them,� is his simple answer as he leaves me in the bathroom gaping at him. �Thought you�d be comfortable in something you used to have.�

He throws that comment over his shoulder and I frown. Oh, there�s plenty of symbolism in these clothes, in that comment. I�m just not too sure I want to pursue it.

I quickly pull on the clothes and exit the bathroom to see him leaned against the doorframe, door open and arms crossed at his chest. I raise a brow as he just stares at me. He smirks. �Looks good on you.�

I raise my arms to either side of me, trying to view myself as he must see me. That�s an impossibility. I think I�ve become much too used to Vulgur�s clothes. These actually look strange to me. And they don�t fit as well.

I look up and blink. Once again the Namek has managed to sneak up on me. It�s hardly unwanted now�but still.... He didn�t use to be able to do that!

My breath catches as one of his hands cups my face while the other trails up my side. The trailing hand settles at my hip, pressing my waist into his own waist. He leans in close, his hot breath brushing my cheek, and I inhale his scent. He smells good.

He tilts his head to the side, lips near my ear, and I stiffen in anticipation.

�Aren�t you the least bit worried about that scar?�

My breath rushes from my lungs, actually ruffling his clothes as my mind tries to wrap around the question. My widened eyes narrow to slits and I abruptly bring my hands up to push him back. His hand on my waist tightens and pushes me into his chest, head effectively caught between his neck and head. This is awkward. So I respond with my usual charm.

�What the hell are you talking about?�

Both of my hands clenched in his purple gi tighten convulsively as the hand cupping my face slides down my neck and over my collarbone. �It starts here.� He continues to move his hand on my skin, following the path of the scar I had all but forgotten about. His fingers lightly trace my chest; leave a wake of fire over my abdomen. They continue down, making my breath hitch in my throat as they skim over my hips.

He follows his hand down, sinking slowly and making sure to rub his body against mine as he goes. I let out a low groan. The hand at my waist stays there, and I�m viewing him on his knees, eyes level with my groin. I want to press myself in his face, force myself into his mouth, but his hand knows my intent and tightens again.

He does not look at me as his hand trails down my leg slowly, making the hairs under my bodysuit stand straight up. He finally reaches my ankle and spirals around it.

I shudder.

He stills his hand, gripping my ankle gently as he looks up at me. �And it ends right here. Now�why do you think that is?�

I gape at him for a moment, wondering if he�s blind to not see the erection aiming right toward his mouth. And his lips�they move!

�Vegeta?�

�I�ll answer you as soon as you ask that question around my cock.�

He blushes rosy-red, almost turning his skin purple. After all we�ve done, he can still blush? �I was being serious.�

As he rises to stand, I push myself into him, off-balancing him and sending him crashing to the floor. I immediately crouch over him, hands moving to place his own hands in one of mine and force them over his head. �Cock tease.�

He looks panicked. As well he should be. I�m not about to give up my position a second time because of interruptions.

I smirk down at him. �Why don�t we investigate this�scar, eh?�

My free hand moves to my neck as I half-way sit up, so he can view me and still has to remain on his back, not able to touch�just look. A gloved hand caresses around my neck, my thumb reaching out to lightly trace the dip in the middle and slid to the side and down. It skims along the cloth-covered collarbone, then teases him with the sight of flesh by pushing back the shirt just enough. �It starts here?�

My answer is a muffled noise as his dark eyes lock on my hand, watching it slowly release the neckline to follow the path he had taken. My hand moves over my chest and pauses. �Did it go here, Namek?�

Straying over to my nipple, I slowly circle it before pinching hard and letting a small noise come out of my mouth. I lower my head just enough that I am looking through my lashes at him. His eyes do not leave my hand. �No�. It didn�t go there.�

His eyes flash up to me and then back down to my hand as it continues on its path, skimming over my abs as I clench them intentionally. My hand stops again, just resting on my hip. �Did it go here, Namek?�

He knows where it�s going. Anticipation is half the fun after all. Still, his eyes narrow and his breathing quickens as I move to my erection. I place my hand on the bulge evident through my clothes�but that hadn�t been evident to him earlier. Ignorant men get no treats�.

I knead myself through my bodysuit, throwing back my head just enough to still see his reactions and letting out a low moan. I put my head back down, looking at him through eyes that are slits. �Yes. That�s nice. Is that�nice, Namek?�

He glances at me, distracted by my hand, which is moving faster and less deliberately now. �Doesn�t go there.�

I raise my eyebrows in mock-surprise? �Doesn�t it?� I let go of myself quickly, swallow a groan of disappointment. �Maybe it goes here?�

My hand strikes quickly enough that he is left with wide eyes and a loud gasp. I grasp him and move in sure strokes. That little show did what it was intended to do. I�m not going to be the only one to suffer after all.

He�s partly fighting me now. Twisting his body this way and that to get his hands free. He doesn�t like this then. Well, neither did I�. I smirk nastily. �Come, Namek. Fair is fair.�

�Come�or come?�

His voice is breathy enough I almost don�t hear it. I raise a brow. �Both, I think.�

He throws back his head and lets out a short shout, wetness staining his pants. I would�ve felt it if not for the glove.

I release his hands and quickly use this hand to bring me to his state. He lies there, watching me from tired and satisfied eyes as I let out a long moan and stain my own pants. I look at him, tilting my head to one side, and smirk. �I have no idea.�

He looks at me in obvious confusion and I roll my eyes, standing and keeping myself steady by sheer willpower. I am thoroughly tired now. Too content if you ask me�. �The scar. I have no idea why it does that. It was�just there.�

He levers himself on his elbows. �After going Super Saiyan three?�

Waving his hand in my general direction, he replaces both of our pants with unsoiled ones. I am so startled by the sudden feel of dry cloth pressing against me that I jump, glaring down at him. He merely chuckles and rises�with difficulty I�m proud to say. �Yes. I have no idea what it is�.�

He frowns at me. �And you haven�t wondered�?�

I roll my eyes. �Sorry, Namek. It wasn�t high on my list of concerns. It didn�t bother me, it didn�t�do anything. It�s just there.�

He shakes his head, watching me fidget slightly. �None of your scars are �just there�. You know the when and how of every one of them.�

I shrug. �Why are you so concerned about it?�

He shakes his head. �Why was Trunks able to reach beyond your aura when you were Super Saiyan three?�

I shrug.

He suddenly moves toward me, brow creased. �That�s not like you, Vegeta. To not think about these things. To not wonder about them. You usually worry something to death if you don�t understand it.�

I frown up at him, arms folding across my chest. �So? What are you trying to say, Namek, but aren�t just coming out and saying?�

He looks at me with piercing eyes and I again squirm. �Nothing I suppose. Let�s go get breakfast. If they still have it.�

I nod, knowing he�s holding something back from me but suddenly too hungry to concern myself with it. �I�m with you there.�

He nods and moves to the door, opening it and almost tripping into the hall. I raise a brow and look beyond him, chuckling. �Look. They remembered your water.�

He growls under his breath and bends over to grab the trays of food and the bottle of water. I resist the urge to smack him on his rear like he did me and instead help him carry the four trays of food in the room. Food precedes foreplay�for now.

I immediately sit on the edge of the bed and dig in, ignoring the Namek as he sits beside me and drinks his water calmly. He�s looking at me out of the corner of his eyes, but it�s a good half hour before I can return the look with a scowl.

�What?�

He shrugs, placing the empty bottle on top of the empty trays of food. �Nothing. We should go talk to the others. Marron gave you that stuff you asked for the other night.�

I glance around, finding what I�m looking for on the nightstand next to his side of the bed. His side. That�s funny�and just a little freaky too. Too�cozy-sounding.

I lean over and grab the manila folder, flipping it open to look at the first page. My eyes flicker over the data collected and then widen.

�What?� His voice sounds slightly alarmed, as he registers my own look of alarm.

I quickly snap the folder close and look at him blankly. �Nothing.�

He doesn�t buy it, but he does rise from the bed eyeing me with a raised brow. He probably figures he�ll know soon. When we all talk. He figures wrong.

As he turns from me, I move quickly, striking him from behind before he can react. He crumbles to the ground under my ridgehand to the side of his neck, eyes probably wide in surprise.

It was dishonorable to hit him with his back turned, but something I�m not too moral to be able to do. I still have that malicious streak inside of me.

Staring down impassively at his reposed body, I feel�well, not good. He�trusts me, foolish as that is. He is not Kakarott, and this� Yes. It is as necessary as when I knocked out Trunks and Goten in the fight against Buu. He can�t interfere. None of them can.

Gripping my new evidence more firmly in my gloved hand, I turn from his comatose body and toward the window, pushing it open and taking off without a glance back.

It is time.
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