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Prologue
By : Herpb4uDerp
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He wakes up with a start and immediately looks to the other side of the bed. Morning light is just starting to stream in. He feels with his hand. Cold, damp, and...

Empty. He sighs.

His dreams usually began to drift off as soon as he awoke, but not this time. This one lingered. It burned into his mind brighter the longer he illuminated it with conscious thought and he can't help the deepening chasm of hollowness that comes along with it; pervasive despite the haze of lust.

These dreams used to make him furious but now... he feels a flush of heat and loneliness. I must have drank too much last night.... that's why it must have seemed so...

Images of Kakarot's face flash behind his eyelids. He focuses on one in particular; Kakarot's brows furrowed, sweat dripping down his face and neck, as white teeth bite deeply into the back of his hand to restrain obscene moans. Not his usual sex face, for sure, but the more of his dream he remembers the more real it feels.

We even fought. Ha. I pick fights with the stupid bastard even in my dreams. When it's just the ghost of him... when he doesn't say a word... He lets out a low growl thinking he should have hit him harder. There isn’t usually that much ‘foreplay’ but sometimes, aahg! Just seeing him makes me want to kill him! Makes me want to punch his idiot third class face in! Makes me want to- makes me- ....

All the hate drains as he thinks about how he had pinned Kakarot to the bed and mercilessly pounded into him barely moments after cracking his nose; taking out all his aggression, all his anger, all his passion, all his-

An image of roughly flipping Kakarot over and taking him from behind passes through his head and suddenly it was so hard to resist the blood slowly working its way south.

Hn… His hand begins to rub below his waist and he could even swear he’s still a little sore, “Unh-” because Kakarot wanted it hard. “Ah-” Which, wasn’t unusual. Kakarot usually liked it hard. “Yes-” In fact, over the years Vegeta had made the pleasant discovery that Kakarot had quite the penchant for pain which, “fu-” really worked out for them because Vegeta himself had always been a little more than bordering on sadistic, “Mm, f-”

Although it gives him pause. This… this hadn’t been just rough. It was… violent and angry and- what the hell, he punched me in the fucking ribs! Twice! Vegeta pauses and scowls when he remembers that. He ended up jumping into Super Saiyan thinking maybe that was what Kakarot wanted? And it must have been because suddenly Vegeta was on his back being ridden by Kakarot like it was the first time he’d ever had Super Saiyan cock.

“Fuck yeah he did-” Vegeta strokes a little faster now and ignores that his ribs were actually little sore because the change of pace in his dreams, which had of late been running uncomfortably close to intimate, was more than welcome. Sure. Maybe it was a lot rougher than usual. But that was fine. Anything to stave off the possibility he felt anything more than lust and anger toward that damned idiot.

He brushes the tips of his fingers on his free hand across his lips like he did in his dream when he rubbed the blood from Kakarot’s face onto his own. He remembers tasting it, enjoying it, reveling in it. Even now he swears it’s there, the coppery metalic taste of-

"What the-?" He holds his hand out in front of his face. ….Blood!?! Mine? Whose-?!

A cold sweat breaks out on the back of his neck as he attempts to shoot out of bed. He is too tangled up in the sticky sheets to make a graceful escape and ends up falling to the floor with a hard thud. The room takes a momentary spin around him, I shouldn't have drank so much. He slowly gets back up to start looking over his body for injuries but the sheets that catch his attention first because they are covered in blood. Streaks, handprints, smears; blood was all over and his heart thumps faster because as he assess himself he finds no open wounds, nothing even close. He remembers he had broken Kakarot’s nose but-

"That was a dream, wasn’t it?" he whispers to himself, gliding his fingertips across his lips again. Yet the red stains were still there. He wasn’t imagining this. He lets the hand drop to his side and feels a smirk pull at the corner of his mouth as he tries to remember...

Yesterday… he had been sitting at their old sparring grounds, getting trashed. He always did around this time a year. With Bulma's death and Kakarot's... 15 year temper tantrum... it helps to just get away from the compound and let go sometimes.

He knows he some how managed to make it back and recalls a fuzzy memory of barreling head first towards the ground. He rolls his shoulder thinking about the hard landing. He apparently made it inside but all he can remember is laying on his bed and then .... Kakarot … and then...

He quickly throws on the pair of shorts from the night before and lets his ki surge in an effort to find the missing Saiyan but he does not feel him. There is only one other Saiyan ki besides his own in capsule corp. Trunks was gone on business so that meant the other had to be- ...wait, is it?

It takes him another half moment to confirm the other ki as Goten. He’d never been as good at sensing and distinguishing Ki as Kakarot had been, and it was similar, so similar, but not the same. Definitely not the same. He was sure. He could recognize at least Kakarot's ki immediately. He was sure. Even drunk and desperate he was… .. . suddenly doutbing himself.

Because he remembers Kakarot had been... different. Although thinking about it now he can’t quite place what it was that felt different. It had only been a passing thought while he was inebriated, so there was no hope in trying to decipher it now, he thinks as a peculiar feeling of deja vu runs through him.

He brushes the thought off. He convinces himself and pushes his ki outward, as far as he can reach, searching, until he is forced to the balcony and takes off into the sky.

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Upon waking Goten slowly realizes with groggy satisfaction he has never felt so disgusting.

And so fucking good.

He stretches and feels the pop and pull of a hundred sore muscles and a few aching joints because after sex like that, even a senzu can only do so much. At least my nose isn't shattered anymore. He smiles and lets out the contented "I just had sex" sigh before getting up and looking at the foot of his bed where the tatters of an orange and blue gi lay. I'll have to fix that if I want to do this again.... And I'm definitely going to do it again... Because last night? Oh, last night was better than he ever could have imagined.

Nothing on Earth could compare to what it felt like being with another Saiyan. A shudder of warmth runs down his middle and he feels an implacable satisfaction knowing that he had made Vegeta, Prince of Saiyans, King of assholes his; that now he, Goten, the second half blood son of his rival had the power to utterly destroy him. He didn't even realize how much he wanted that power until he had it. And all it took to get a little payback was a little… pretending.

He took another deeper more sadistic kind of pleasure in the fact that his father got fucked like that by Vegeta. Or perhaps it was more masochistic… because, well, so did Goten. Though he can't imagine what Vegeta could have held over his father, because something like that must have been a result of blackmail or something, right? Is Vegeta even gay? Bi maybe? Or was it just convenient? Or…? What the fuck are the ‘rules’ anyway? Do I even wanna know? ...Clearly no kissing...

“Hm.” He frowns and pushes aside the confusing thoughts about a relationship that was apparently layers upon layers more complicated than he ever could have anticipated, and instead thinks about how that had been without a doubt exactly what he needed despite being called the wrong name.

He hums happily to himself before sitting up to rub his back, Damn, he fucks just like he trains though. Merciless. And what the hell was with all the choking?! Is that like, his kink? I had to hit in the ribs to get him to stop. Twice! ...I really should learn that safeword. Although Super Saiyan…. Super saiyan ended up being… Goten sighs, “Wow. I didn’t even know... we could do it like that.”

Not ten minutes later he is half hard, running his hand up and down his shaft, when he feels Vegeta's energy skyrocket and suddenly leave Capsule Corp.

"The hell?" Time to do damage control.

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Vegeta returns to Capsule Corp. only a few hours later with the distraction of distress all over his face. It's still morning. He had only checked the usual places, Mt Paozu, their sparring grounds, the look out, he even flew by Roshi's island, but they all came up empty. He starts mulling other possible locations but he couldn’t feel him. Maybe he left planet again? Did he really come just to- He walks up the stairs toward his room and almost runs into Goten who narrowly avoids the collision on his way toward the kitchen looking…. Happy?

Vegeta pauses. He turns around and follows Goten. His normal arrogant stride deteriorating into unsure steps the closer he got to the kitchen. He hesitates before walking in because, that is Goten, right? He shakes off the doubt and walks in with his trademark scowl renewed.

"Goten."

The half Saiyan looks up from the bowl of cereal he was already half way through. He at least had the decency to put his hair up this morning, because you can only get away with so much at a time. "Good mornin', Vegeta! You sure look like a ray of sunshine," He smiles broadly at Vegeta’s disheveled appearance, "are ya feeling better?"

The full Saiyan remains silent for several moments contemplating what to say that. He searches Goten's face for any hint of something other than his usual angst and the upsettingly familiar smile he used to hide it but can’t seem to get a halfway decent read. Goten did seem to be in a better mood than usual which was… honestly, not usually a good sign…

"Last night I-... did you- what-" He couldn't figure out how to put it without immediately creating an uncomfortable atmosphere for himself. The unbearable thought that Goten might have seen him in a vulnerable state. Or worse-

Goten snorts, "You don't remember, do you?" Vegeta shakes his head. "Yeah, you were really out of it." Goten watches the full Saiyan's subtle expressions carefully, "well, you crashed into the back yard. I heard the noise and went to see what was going on. I guess the landing knocked you out because I had to carry you inside."

"...Knocked... out?"

"Oh yeah. You were bleeding pretty bad too. Like… all over! I think you must have shattered your whole face on the impact." he guestures casually to the blood still smeared on Vegeta's face, hands and chest. "So, after I got you up to your room I went to find a senzu bean. And well, here you stand today." He pauses thoughtfully, "What kinda training were you doing? I haven't seen you that fucked up in years."

Vegeta’s irritation with Goten's candid commentary was fleeting, overwhelmed by the unsettling realization that maybe he was finally losing his mind. Fuck, did I try to train like that? He didn't remember doing any training... but alcohol... and my... unstable... tendencies... it wouldn't be unheard of for me to... find injury. He cringes silently. But I can't fucking remember anything. Just drinking until I couldn't, then hitting the lawn, and then Kakarot.

"You really don't remember anything?"

"I-" Vegeta’s face suddenly felt hot.

"It doesn't really matter, I guess. Spar today?"

He stares back at Goten, "I- No."

"What about tomo-"

"No!" he said a bit louder than he means to. "We'll see." He corrects himself and tries to mask his discomfort. I'm going fucking crazy.

This is too good. "Y'know, you sorta came to when I brought you inside.” he says stirring his spoon around the bowl with a half smile, “But you just kept cursing at me and calling me Kakarot and... I was kinda worried the impact gave you a concussion, you’re ok right?"

"I'm fine, brat!" The full Saiyan's cheeks burn as he whips around and leaves the room.
Goten laughs quietly to himself and continues eating his cereal.
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