Unnatural Affections

Title: Unnatural Affections
Author: Kahlan Nightwing
Pairing: Gotenks/Vegeta
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: RP-ing Format (will be cleaned up...sometime), not incest. :P Not techinically.
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: Gotenks is all that\'s left of Goten and Trunks. He, now outcast and alone, is stuck in a world that thinks the worst of him. Hating him the most is Vegeta. But Goku wants Vegeta to give the fusions something.
Archive: Ask first. I like to exchange links.
Website: http://www.geocities.com/dbcseries
Special Notes: This is by Kahlan Nightwing and Dynishra Shin (who were both drugged and bound by their characters and forced to write this work of evil) (Kahlan Nightwing: I wasn’t forced....)

Chapter 2: In which there is more sex...with a side order of angst

The first thing Gotenks heard as he awoke was the rushing sound of water pounding against rock. Waterfall. He breathed in deep the damp earth-scented air and nudged himself against the warm body he was wrapped around. He froze for a moment, remembering the evening before. Then, with a self-satisfied smirk, he opened his eyes a crack to peer at Vegeta, lying asleep beside him. He noticed his own tail was wrapped about the prince’s waist and he couldn’t help but flush with arousal at the beguiling memories of yesterday. Conveniently he happened to have morning wood and he wondered if his snarky companion would have too much trouble with a repeat performance.

Warm.... So warm and comfortable and—it\'d been such a long time since he\'d woken in the morning—woken at all—and felt warm and.... An erection pressed against his thigh and hardening further. He felt the tail around his waist clench and then relax and almost jumped as it came back to him in a flash. My gods...had he actually done those things? He would have to remember to never, ever go that long without sex again! He moved slightly, and realized that Gotenks wasn\'t the only one with a hardening cock. He grimaced—and then noticed the other\'s man breathing. He was awake? And not freaking out? Strange.... Maybe— Vegeta shifted again, deliberately this time.

He felt the man shift against him and couldn’t help the lusty smirk that came to his lips. So…awake…or waking…good enough. He ran one hand up Vegeta’s thigh and grasped at the ouji’s hip. His tail loosened its hold about the prince’s hips and tightened lower over a hardening erection. A dark red blush of desire burned at Gotenks’ cheeks as he pulled Vegeta’s hips back and slid his hard cock between those slick royal cheeks. He didn’t press in, but rocked his hips, brushing his hardness over the prince’s abused entrance. Hn…so easy to just take him again…. He closed his eyes with a moan. Restraint…wouldn’t want it to be rape now would he…?

Vegeta\'s eyes widened, then narrowed in pleasure as the tail wrapped around his cock. Fur on...gods he couldn\'t have imagined it would feel like that. His eyes narrowed further as he felt the other\'s erection slide along his ass. But—he didn\'t do what he expected. Interesting.... He hitched a leg upward, bending it at the knee and slowly slid onto the other\'s erection, moaning lightly. Deliciously sore...hot and tight and—just right. He pushed himself up, both hands on Gotenks\' chest as he looked at him under his lashes and licked his lips, rocking his hips slightly.

“Uhhnnn…”Gotenks moaned as Vegeta impaled him self on his stiff shaft, he rocked his hips forward into inviting hot lust. …Little… slut. He ran strong hands up from Vegeta’s hips and under his knees, lifting the prince’s legs up and kissing them to his abdomen. With a lustful gasp he lunged forward, fucking the ouji hard and fast. His breathing was hitched and he dipped his head to run his tongue over the arching chest of the ouji. A nibble and lick, he claimed a nipple with his teeth. With hands firmly grasping Vegeta’s thighs he rode the royal ass hard.

Vegeta gasped and arched backwards, his head falling back and his eyes closed. Gods...no one could fuck like a Saiyan. Certainly no human—male or female—could\'ve done this to him. Why did he hate the little mutant again? Right—murderous bastard. He\'d hate him later.... Right now he just wanted to be fucked good and hard. He groaned and ran his fingers along the tail encircling his waist, tugging on it slightly. He wanted to do something to it.... His eyes glittered darkly as he opened them slightly.

So…Thrust…Fucking…Thrust…Gooooood…Thrust. Kami damn him to hell, he didn’t fucking care. He’d never felt anything like Vegeta’s tight burning passage pulling and tugging him to an ecstasy of oblivion. Kami, the prince could take it, he loved it that he could fuck some one as hard as he wanted. He tossed his head with a heated hiss as he felt the prince’s fingers wind about his tail. KamiKamiKami…. He pounded into that insatiable hot body below him, his fingers gripping flesh so hard he could easily leave bruises. He leaned forward and rested his forehead against the prince’s neck, his tongue flicking out to taste his musky skin. That scent which pushed his hips forward in hard, rhythmic thrusts.

Vegeta smirked and gasped and rolled backwards before managing to pry the tail carefully from its hold and caress it, leading it to his mouth and gently sucking on the tip even as he rocked backward, moaning around the tail.

A cry fell from his lips pressed up against royal throat as he felt those lips just above his face smirking about his tail. That he was sucking on. Like it was his cock. He couldn’t see, sparks…fucking electric. He was gasping for breath against his neck. “Kami…” He shuddered at the word. He was going to come. And come hard. Just like how he was pounding into his glorious flesh. He never knew you could do so much with his tail. He couldn’t control it; the wave of ecstasy was too great. He was going to lose him self. He wanted to rip and tear with his teeth, arch his back and howl and let loose stream after stream of himself within Vegeta.

The boy was trembling around him, gasping wordlessly without even knowing it. And ooooh how he responded to it through his actions. His thrusts were wild, shaking him as they hit each time harder and faster and—oh godsssssss right there! Gasping, he felt the tail slip down further into his mouth...and swallowed around it.

And then it was like he was fucking Vegeta both ways, and his body was curving upwards and his head was thrown back as he howled and came. His mind was blank, whipped away by savage carnality. He came and filled Vegeta with his seed, snarling as he bucked within him. And he couldn’t see and he could only breathe in short sharp breaths, inhaling the aphrodisiac-like perfume of the prince’s sex-drenched scent.

Vegeta smirked around the tail before the furious pounding on that spot behind him made him arch his own back, coming just a second behind Gotenks and gods hadn\'t he done this much last night? Wasn\'t there a rule that declined you to ever orgasm that much within a 24-hour period? He slowly came down from the euphoric feeling, panting and heaving as the tail slipped limply from his mouth and the rest of his body followed that appendage\'s example, lying limply on his side and waiting for his mind to catch up with the rest of him. Fucking good.

He breathed into Vegeta’s neck, a purr rumbling from somewhere in Gotenks’ throat. He unconsciously twined him self about the prince like a fleshy vine, his eyes closed his slowly licked at Vegeta’s ear. Whispering, he said, “Do you always feel this good in the mornings...?” He dipped his face to run his lips over the prince’s shoulder and opened his mouth to lick at the skin there. His eyes regarded the prince heatedly. He wanted to taste thick Saiyan blood in his mouth. Devour him with a bite of his teeth into fleshy shoulder muscle. A rumbling growl rippled from him. Dominate and claim. Yessss….

He smirked wider, eyes half-lidded. \"Not for some time....\" He twitched as Gotenks begin to—show much too much attention to his shoulder. Not that shoulder.... Anywhere but that shoulder.

Yesssss… want. Lust. Desire. He slid his hands down to Vegeta’s hips and pressed the prince hard to the ground as, with primal instincts overruling any kind of rationality the young man usually had, he snarled and bit down with fierce enthusiasm. The delicious taste of blood welled into his mouth and he drank like one with the greatest of thirsts. Everything craved: Yesss…yesss…yesss…want. Lust. Desire. Mine….

Vegeta\'s eyes widened as he was pressed into the ground, just beginning to realize where exactly this heading. No...he didn\'t want this. Not THAT shoulder! As teeth sank into his flesh he arched his back, bucking and crying out wildly. Before he\'d even realized how he\'d lunged out from under the boy, ripping pain shooting up his spine as the cock was forced out of him. He held one hand on the still bleeding wound and panted, back hard against a tree and wide-eyed as he stared at the other.

Gotenks followed him with dark eyes, blood running down his chin as he crouched where Vegeta had been moments before. He bared his crimson teeth with a snarl. “Where are you going?!” He felt on fire, his whole body thrummed with a beat like two hearts together. His …his…his Vegeta was running away. His tail swiped through the air angrily. Something beyond his hormone instinct-flung mind whispered that he had done something very, very stupid, but the snarling beast within shoved that side away. He had never felt so free, so right. Hadn’t he proven him self a good lover? Why was he running…? He couldn’t hide anywhere….

Vegeta blinked and opened his mouth to answer only to snap it back closed, eyes flashing with something—memory? \"What the fuck do you think you\'re doing, you low-class genetic freak?\" He would\'ve lashed his own tail if he could\'ve. Was again, envious of the boy of that. That and so much more.... How dare he bite him there! No one touched him there!

His tongue flicked out and licked the dribble of blood down his chin as he stood. “You taste good.” He purred. Hn…he wondered if the prince was going to stop acting stupid and come back so he could pleasure him again. Everything was so damn hot. He wanted more, to bury himself in that heat again and again. And he would. He promised himself that. He didn’t care about Vegeta’s scathing words; he knew better. He had the blood of kings in his veins too. He could taste it in Vegeta’s. It made him shudder with desire. He locked eyes with Vegeta and smirked. Come back….

Vegeta\'s eyes widened and he tried to climb up the tree backwards before stiffening and staying at a slight crouch, glaring at the other. Stay back.... He would be damned if this would happened. He belonged to no one! Damn him for knowing about it. Damn him for using it against him. \"Damn you....\"

He raised a hand and ran it arrogantly through his bi-colored hair before crossing his arms over his chest. “We’re all damned, prince. The best we can do is make the most of it.” He smirked and slowly walked towards him, feral eyes gleaming with lust. He wanted that skin under his hands again. His tail swayed behind him, announcing his aroused state. Hn…he smelled so good. He wanted him. “I want you,” he whispered huskily.

He stiffened even further, lips curling into a snarl—that faltered. Wanted him? That—that was different. That wasn\'t the same.... Wanted him? He narrowed his eyes, clenching his bitten shoulder harder. \"You marked me.\" It was an accusation...and a question.

Sharp eyes watched his every shifting movement, desire curling in his gut. So delightful how his lips moved, how his hands caressed his skin like he wanted to. Lust was like a fog in his mind. “Marked….” He said the word out loud. It meant something to the prince; he wasn’t sure what. He knew he wanted him, wanted everything and everyone to know that he was his. So no one else could have what was his. Mine…the word curled through his mind like his tongue had against the prince’s skin. “I wanted to taste you. Wanted….” He was panting. Kami, why was everything so hot here? Usually this place was cool because of the waterfall. He felt like he had flown around the planet twenty times using as little ki as possible. Hnn…his taste was still on his tongue.

Vegeta blinked, watching the other—watching the way his tail curled. He could feel desire heat through his blood again, pushing aside remembered pain and fear and shame and gods how he\'d hated him.... Gotenks...didn\'t know what the marking meant. Didn\'t know what it meant for him—or for Vegeta. He relaxed slightly. He wanted him. He steadily let his arm fall from his shoulder. \"You—want to taste me still?\"

He tried to stifle a purr at Vegeta’s question, but just the thought of touching him again, tasting him and taking him set his muscles burning to respond. “Yesss….” He managed to hiss. His tail was lashing against his legs, wanting to wrap around Vegeta’s form again. He uncrossed his arms and wiped one over his bleary eyes which stayed fixated on the prince.

He thought about it for a moment, only a moment as his eyes caught and held on that delicious tail. Marvelous boy.... Murdering bastard. He tilted his head to the side and locked eyes on Gotenks, an obvious invitation to the slightly bleeding mark. \"Come...taste me.\"

With a delirious growl he pounced on his prey, pushing the royal body up against the tree. With contented purrs he bit into the weeping wound at Vegeta’s shoulder. His arms snaked about the prince’s waist and he nudged a knee between hot thighs. His tail curled tightly about one of the parted thighs. Kami, he would take the man up against the tree….

Vegeta gasped and then moaned as teeth sank into the mark—oh gods it had been aching and that—that was what it needed. He let his head relax at its angle, content to just—gods the boy could do whatever he wanted...but he wanted.... He shoved his legs to each side and then bent them at the knees. He wanted him in him. No teasing, no forcing, no cruel words and crueler intentions. Just an honest-to-the-gods fuck! Both his hands curled tightly into his hair and he growled along with the boy.

“Yesss…” He moaned as he lathered the bleeding wound with his tongue, that blood running into him again like ambrosia of the gods. With heated pants he cupped Vegeta’s ass with both hands and easily lifted him up, spreading his legs. He pushed his hard cock in between and lowered the supine form of the prince on to his aching red cock. The delectable tightness, slick and hot from their earlier fucking, swallowed him, and he thrust himself in whole with a savage groan. It was like he was addicted to his lover, and he didn’t mind one bit.

He moaned and shifted his hips as they were lifted, head still tilted to give the other access. His cock was impossibly hard again, his ass aching—aching for...that! The other\'s cock practically slid into him, and he clenched his hands into the other\'s hair, winding his fingers in it and tugging hard. He wanted more of him. Wanted him to hit that spot again, and over and over until he knocked him unconscious. Knocked unconscious from fucking. Gods that— He rocked with the thrusting motions, throwing his head back against the tree with abandon.

He thrust himself up into that tight, inviting heat over and over again, bucking the prince against the tree with wild forcefulness. Hips rocking, cock pounding into that most sensitive of spots within Vegeta. “Yes…yes…mine…” he whispered into the wound he lapped at, thrusting his hips mindlessly.

He heard the words, and they took a moment to register. He felt—panic, wild and heavy in his gut, and then felt the rocking motions and the thrusting and gods that hard erection pounding into him, the tree bark digging into his skin. The difference in the hardness behind him and the hardness in front. It wasn\'t the same as him. He\'d—not done this. And Vegeta hadn\'t wanted that. He wanted this. He wrapped his legs around the other\'s waist and grunted, panting with each thrust.

Somehow, he decided, this was better than before. Not that these words exactly crossed his mind. Words were not making a big impact on his thinking processes right now. Everything was flashes of color, delicious scents and the lusty sounds his prince made as he pounded into his body. For a moment he thought he scented fear, but it was quickly overridden by the scents of lust and desire. Still, he opened his eyes a crack, his breath heavy and his tongue tasting and licking at Vegeta’s shoulder like a delightful meal. He slid his hands around from where they cupped the prince’s ass and gripped them roughly about his arching hips, the ouji’s legs locked about his own waist stopping the man from sliding down. Well, that and the pounding cock up his ass. He dipped his head lower, sweeping his blood-stained tongue across Vegeta’s sweat-ran chest. Delicious musk taste. A purr rolled through him and he nudged his head up to claim Vegeta’s mouth.

Vegeta\'s own head snapped down, returning the kiss with all the savagery and passion that the other imbued into it. He slipped his tongue out, tracing the other\'s lips before pushing it into Gotenks\' mouth. His hands gripped his hair and twisted his head to an angle, thrusting his tongue in deeper even as he felt light-headed from the loss of air, the gasping and the panting. His back felt raw from the bark and his ass felt like it was going to explode, but his cock was pulsing and so hot and gods he was going to....

He growled with delight at the other’s passion, kissing like a battle, fucking like a fight. Vegeta’s hands were clenched in his spiky black and lilac hair and the pain added to his desire, fucking the man as hard as he could with out going golden. He could feel Vegeta’s hard throbbing member flush against his tight abdomen and he wondered what it tasted like, his tongue licked at the prince’s chin and he nuzzled along his jaw. He slipped his tail up and curled it tight about the ouji’s weeping cock and tugged roughly and without mercy. A smirk graced his kissing lips and he felt the familiar burn coiling through him with each slap of their bodies meeting.

Vegeta gasped and arched up suddenly, breaking from the kiss to stare wide-eyed at the branches above him. The burn and the thrusting and finally the stroking of that madly delicious tail did it all. He screamed as he came, feeling himself clenching around Gotenks hard enough to hurt. Hard enough to make him feel like he was trying to pull the cock off of the boy.

He cried out when the prince came, that tight little channel he pounded into narrowing and clenching around him. “Uh! Fuck!” He cried as he followed the ouji’s example and came deep and hard and thrusting into that tightness like a desperate man. As he fell from that high place he slid down to the ground, dragging the prince with him till they were but a kneeling mess of sweat, blood, and seed. He could feel the prince’s slippery against his belly and staining his tail. He closed his eyes and lay there, breathing roughly against Vegeta’s cheek.

His forehead was resting against the other\'s shoulder when he felt any sense of sensation coming back to him. He felt tired, all his limbs watery and yet—good.... \'Mine.\' He\'d said he was his.... Different. It felt different. Better. He\'d—he hadn\'t used it against him. Didn\'t know what it meant. No malicious intent. Simple lust and desire and instinct. Saiyan instinct. Was this how it was supposed to be? Fuck—he didn\'t want to think right now. He sighed out a puff of air down Gotenks\' back and decided he didn\'t want to move either.

Gotenks purred against him, content for the first time in a long while. Definitely dealt with that sexual frustration problem that all young people….hell that all people had. All Saiyan people anyway. It had been glorious reveling in instinct, it felt so pure, dark and wonderful. He wasn’t sure of what ‘next’ was. And he didn’t care. He had never been one to care about ‘next.’ Now made so much more sense to him. What happened after his next breath held little interest. He could smell Vegeta’s seed on their skin and curiosity had always been a key part of his personality. He loosened his grip about the prince and dipped his head to lick at the man’s stained belly. Mmmm…rich and salty. He smirked.

He blinked in surprise as he found himself moving backwards slightly, the shoulder under his head moving. He jerked his head up and frowned, almost snarling his displeasure before a warm tongue laved at his stomach. He narrowed his eyes and groaned instead. Gods, the boy was trying to kill him! Not that he\'d complain....

With a chuckle he leaned up and kissed him, sliding his tongue over soft lips. Who would have thought Vegeta would be such a horny, sexy fuck? He moved his kiss down the man’s neck and nibbled at the bitten shoulder. “You taste sooo good…” he muttered.

Vegeta moaned as he was kissed and wasn\'t able to return it as it moved to his neck, and then to his— His cock flew to life as the mark was nibbled on and he groaned, trying to shove his groin into the other. He just had to touch it didn\'t he? Little bastard. Little cock-sucking—and that line of name-calling wasn\'t helping any. He reached blindly with his hands and grasped a tail, running it through his fingers in retaliation.

He gasped and arched his back. Kami! Again?! And he even felt himself growing hard once more. Fuck! He was going to be so sore… His cock ached and his eyes fluttered closed as those fingers played his tail like a string instrument. He purred in delight, slowly rocking his hips. So wonderfully warm. He wanted to taste him, lick, kiss. He licked away from the bite and raked his teeth over a nipple.

Vegeta gasped and felt his face heating up. Gods...he hadn\'t—was he blu— No.... He curled the tail around his fingers and flitted it from base to tip, then went softly against the fur, his chest rumbling with something that was half-growl and half-purr.

Gotenks moaned into Vegeta’s chest, whispering the prince’s name softly against his skin as the sensations on his tail threatened to overwhelm him. For several moments he wasn’t sure if he could move, pleasure rippling up and down his spine almost too much for him to bear. Slowly he began to move his face, kissing a trail down heated flesh, across the tight muscled abdomen and nuzzling his face against the ouji’s belly. He flicked his tongue out to lap circles around the prince’s navel, dipping into it with his tongue.

Shivering, Vegeta bit into his lower lip, feeling the vibration as Gotenks breathed against his chest...and then began to move downwards. He moaned slightly and shifted, trying to move his legs wider, encourage the downward movement. Oh yes! Oh gods yes he wanted him there! He rested his hand on the base of the other\'s tail and slowly stroked the top of it, right where it met the spine.

“Kami!” He cried out, clenching his eyes shut as his whole self trembled with lust and pleasure. “Yes…. Uhnn Vegeta....” He gasped roughly. Those hands on his tail. He arched his tail up and all along it his fur puffed. Yes yes...right…there! Hnnn…. He rubbed his cheek against Vegeta’s cock, which sat thick and weeping and red against his lower stomach. Looking tasty…. He turned his head and lapped a soft tongue stroke up its length, his hands curled about Vegeta’s hips.

Vegeta smirked as the other yelled out, crying for more. He sped the strokes up, delighting in the response. \"Shit!\" He almost jumped out of his skin as a cheek brushed against his erection. He groaned and tried to push himself into the mouth that teased him with just a lick.

The scent and taste of his cock was as heady and delicious as his come had been and he wanted more. More of his Vegeta. He vaguely heard Vegeta curse and then the prince’s hard cock was pressing against his lips. He parted his lips and tongued the weeping slit before he sealed his lips about the hot, throbbing head of his prince’s cock and sucked.

Arching off the ground, words tumbled off his lips, curse words and words of praise and encouragement and oh yes right there, that\'s just right. His free hand tangled in hair that was vaguely the shape of his own and stroked mindlessly through it as he pressed down slightly on the tail in his excitement.

He groaned and took Vegeta into his mouth, running his teeth over sensitive flesh and bobbing his head up and down as he sucked on his flesh. He tasted so good. He purred with pleasure, arching his back more at the hand at his tail. Fucking…soo…uhhhnnn…. His hands tightened about Vegeta’s waist and he dipped his head, curling and licking and...Kami…mind so taken with desire he couldn’t think.

His head leaned back impossibly against the trunk of the tree, neck standing out in sharp relief and bobbing as he gasped in air. It was—so warm and wet and just perfect. And—for someone—had he done this before? Gods, he had to have done this before. Too damn good to be new at it.... He released the tail to tangle both hands in the other\'s hair before grunting and fumbling downwards. Where was—?

He felt Vegeta’s fingers twine through his hair and Vegeta’s hips straining against his hands as he took his cock with his mouth. The beast within was writhing in ecstasy at every sound that came from the Prince. Such a delicious treat he was, and…. Mine…. He wanted to take him again, his own cock hard and throbbing again a part of him that was a little cooler-minded suggested that it was the Saiyan in him that had him hard again so quickly, the taste of his blood perhaps—the scent of his skin…. Surely no human could feel like this.

His hand found what it was looking for, grasping the other cock and stroking in time to that delicious tongue...wicked, wicked mouth.... Gods he was going to keep the boy like this forever. Just—fuck his mouth. He started to move his hips, panting sharply.

Gotenks groaned around the engorged cock in his mouth as he felt Vegeta’s hand grasp at his own throbbing hardness. Hn… he liked this; he liked this a lot more than he thought he would. Sucking and tonguing the prince’s cock was something exquisite, those sounds he made… and how he rocked his hips up trying to get more and Gotenks bobbing his head down to take as much as he could. His hands rubbing the prince’s hips, slid under to grasp at his ass and pull him up into his mouth.

Vegeta shifted to match the grip on his ass, sliding down even further and stroking the cock, up and down, up and down, little faster, more pressure on the slit. And how could he even concentrate when the boy acted as if someone fucking his mouth was a regular occurrence? Vegeta could feel a growl building up in his throat. Better not be!

Gotenks gave a few muffled cries as the hand on his cock adjusted and he bucked his hips into it, fuck…so…good…. He licked and sucked the prince’s member from its head to the root in hard fast movements, pulling on it with his lips and raking it with light but sharp teeth, he felt a growl curl out of his throat right were he had deep throated. He slid a thumb up between Vegeta’s bruised cheeks and roughly rubbed it over the entrance that he had taken several times. He wanted him to feel it. Kami, he was going mad.

Gasping and arching, Vegeta tried to get away from the scraping teeth that felt so gods-damned good! He could feel himself tightening, expanding and eyes widening and screaming hoarsely as he came into the other\'s mouth, one hand convulsively tightening on Gotenks\' hair while the other pumped furiously. He dimly felt his entrance rubbed and howled as he came a second time, the pain from the abuse to his cock almost too delightfully sharp to bear.

He gasped as Vegeta came in his mouth… twice even. He struggled for a moment before letting the convulsing member slip from his mouth still spluttering its load all over his face and neck. “Fuck…” he whispered and arched his hips with a gasp, coming with jerking hips as the prince’s hand pumped him hard. He rolled onto the cool grass and wiped an arm over his face. Fucking hell, bucket loads…

Vegeta felt it well up, and didn\'t try to stop it. It begin as chuckles and escalated into full-throated chortles that soon left him gasping for air and not caring at the tears that leaked from his eyes. Was he laughing so hard he was crying? Or crying so hard he was laughing?

He blinked and stared at Vegeta. “What are you laughing at?” he scowled at the sudden explosion of laughter from the usually stoic prince. He sat up and glared at him, his tail fluffing.

Vegeta almost couldn\'t stop laughing, almost. In fact he\'d just calmed down when he looked over at Gotenks. He was glaring at him. His tail was fluffed out and he was glaring. He succumbed to his laughter again.

What the fuck...? He felt like he was being ridiculed…. This was sudden…. He had just sucked the prince off, and now the man was laughing at him. It was confusing and infuriating. He continued to stare at the man who seemed to see him as the butt of some obscene joke.

Vegeta huffed and panted and finally calmed down enough to wave a hand at the offended look. \"No...gods...hilarious. Not you...me....\"

Gotenks blinked. “You’re laughing at your self?” He glanced away and wiped his hands over his neck, which was sticky…. He looked back. “Why?”

Vegeta smiled widely and scooted himself up the tree, wrapping his arms around his legs. \"Isn\'t it fucking obvious? I hate you....\"

He flinched slightly and then quickly shoved that emotion aside. Where on earth did that come from…? “You’re laughing cause you hate me?” He said blandly as possible and he snapped his eyes back as they wandered over his body.

Quickly changing from humored to snarling in an instant, Vegeta tensed. \"I\'m laughing cause I\'m a fucking joke....\" His hands strayed near the mark and dropped away. \"Or didn\'t you already know that?\"

Gotenks snarled back defensively, “What are you talking about?!” He gestured about and stood, just a little shakily, to his feet. “How the fuck are you a joke?” He had never thought the Prince a laughing matter… a bastard yes, a joke no.

Vegeta\'s snarl fell and he looked genuinely confused. He tilted his head to one side. \"How am I not one?\" He sat up a little. \"Do you—seriously retain none of—your memories...their memories?\"

Gotenks blinked, startled by Vegeta’s question. Their memories… Goten and Trunks’. Well…. “Some,” he muttered, his eyes narrowing. This was odd…. Vegeta had never associated him out loud with his past selves before. He thought….Well it didn’t really matter what he thought. Things were done; he was Gotenks. Not them. Their memories were blurry like washed-out photos. Everything since the fusion was far clearer.

He kept his head tilted. \"I always call you murderer. Do you know why? Or are you just assuming you know?\" He chuckled again, and barely kept it from hitting hysterical pitches.

He stiffened and frowned. Something wasn’t right…. “I assumed it was because you all believed I killed those people…and I didn’t.” He scowled at the memory of that. And the pain afterwards. He restrained his anger, the beginnings of something ‘not right’ edging into his mind.

His laughter did take on a hysterical edge then. \"No...you know what assuming does. Makes an ass of you and me.\" His chuckles became slightly louder and then died off abruptly. \"You murdered him.\"

Gotenks snarled in defense. “I haven’t killed anyone, damn it!” His tail lashed and he took a step backward, his hands curling into fists. What the fuck… What was happening here?! Had Vegeta done all this just to get his guard down?!

Arching a brow, Vegeta slowly rose, moving toward the other smoothly. \"Oh you didn\'t, did you? You don\'t have all their memories, but you surely remember what happened that day.... The day you were born to stay....\"

His eyes widened drastically and he stumbled back a pace. That day… he thought back…Several years ago… No… He couldn’t remember very well, just blur until… staring at them. The others looking in horror, their anger… He didn’t understand their anger. He… they had just wanted to be together, it had felt so right together… He blinked in confusion. They didn’t want to be separated, afraid if their families discovered them they would pull them apart, so they made sure that could never happen, and they would be happy. But it hadn’t happened like they thought. They weren’t happy, no one understood, so much anger. “I…I…” He wanted to remember better, damn it. Try and make them understand. He crushed his hand through his hair in frustrated confusion.

He stopped before him and grabbed his chin, tilting it up to glare into his eyes. \"I hate you. You murdered him. I\'ve been fucked by you and—\" He almost choked. \"—liked it and I hate you.... And damnit I want more of you!\"

He felt rather stunned by this. “Murdered…” He whispered. “You think I murdered Trunks?!” He stared unbelieving. He felt frozen right through, he couldn’t move. And despite all this he too wanted more of Vegeta, every part of him craved. But he had never felt this way before! There was something wrong after all…

Vegeta gripped the chin harder, leaning in and snarling at the other. \"Think? I fucking know, you—\" He stuttered and stumbled over an insult before groaning and pressing his lips to his lips to the other. His mark fucking burned!

Despite an intense want to get away as fast as possible to try and sort out his head, when Vegeta kissed him again nothing but desire and lust was left. He kissed the man back, fighting for control as his arms rose to grasp Vegeta’s waist. Thoughts telling him this wasn’t right, and that something was seriously wrong lingered but their voices were tiny and insignificant.

Vegeta moaned and leaned in closer, feeling laughter bubble up and then die as hands went around his waist. So fucking crazy and so fucking good all at once. Fucking one he hated...fucking one that had murdered his son. Traitor.... A big fucking cosmic joke!

Kami, he didn’t want to but he did at the same time, he wanted it so much… He licked at Vegeta’s lips and pushed his way inside. It felt so right and so wrong. Such passionate kisses…. He moaned.

Vegeta tore away suddenly, tore away and pushed at the boy before gripping his shoulder with bruising force and bringing him back against him. Back against a fist that cracked across his nose. He could feel the cartilage crackle under his knuckles and grinned with feral intent before releasing him to stumble back. \"Murderous bastard. I\'ll kill you.\" The words were as cold as the movements Vegeta made as he stalked Gotenks.