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Gone	By : TristaML Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 10329 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Second Chapter

                Goku was pissed, Bulma had never seen him so pissed, not that she could remember, and he was seething at her husband.

                "Kakarot, ah, ah," Vegeta smirked, wagging a finger at him. The younger continued to approach, his eyes darkened at Vegeta's games. "I wish to go into the gravity chamber."

                Kakarot stopped walking towards him, understanding, and immediately apologized to Bulma. He was feeling so strange; he didn't know what was up with him. He looked at Vegeta apologetically, catching Vegeta gazing at his tail as it swayed impatiently behind him.

                "I'll meet you there," with that Vegeta was gone, though Kakarot could still see traces of him, he could still see his trail, those dark, onyx eyes, piercing into him…

                "What's up, Goku? It's been a while," Bulma tapped him on the shoulder. He turned to her, noticing how little she's changed over the years, though visibly older, still a very attractive woman, like her mother.

                Goku tried his best smile at her, she seemed convinced, "Same ol' stuff you know, Vegeta and I are gonna spar," he laughed.

                "Well good, it's good for him to talk to someone every once in a while," Bulma disclosed her opinion, putting her hands on her hips. Goku noticed the subtle differences in Bulma since he'd first met her, her change in clothes, style, her much calmer demeanor, a part of him wanted to visit but he couldn't even think straight at the moment.

                Goku nodded and went on his way, knowing Bulma wanted to talk more, too, but figured he'd talk with her when he was more capable. He walked all the way to the gravity chamber, hoping that Vegeta would be there by the time he arrived. He could barely register a ki inside of the giant orb and hurriedly opened the door to get inside. Once inside with the door shut gravity immediately turned up as per Vegeta's commands he was sure.

                Nothing too intense or straining, but a noticeable change, Goku called out, "Vegeta!"

                "And who else, fool?" Vegeta stepped out from behind the cylindrical control center in the middle of the room. In a black shorts spandex and a black T-shirt, Kakarot noticed each of the contours of Vegeta's muscular arms and legs, paying close attention to how the clothes only complemented his hard body. Vegeta crossed his arms, his ungloved hands balled into fists. "You will obey my every command."

                Goku smirked, "I bet you've always wanted to say that."

                Vegeta smirked back. Kakarot could sense something in Vegeta that he'd never noticed before, and he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He could smell Vegeta from where he was which was odd, but he figured he was just paying close attention. As he looked at the older man he considered their unmistakable similarities. They both looked like they were in their late twenties, or early thirties, prime, not to mention the difference in physic and make from any normal Earthling. Saiyan's ridiculous eye sight and hearing made noticing Vegeta's flawless face and listening to his steady breathing like blinking.

                Goku never knew what it was like to feel human, that's not what he is. He felt something inside of him, something that wasn't human, or couldn't be explained by any human. He knew Vegeta could give him answers, he knew Vegeta understands and can help him. He didn't know what questions to ask him, though, he didn't know the words to speak, and he didn't think Vegeta was really interested in lending him a hand.

                He knew he was different, but he also knew how to harness his power, and control his urges. This, this...?! He didn't know what to do about it anymore. He wasn't an idiot; he felt lust building within him. He felt carnal desires, strange desires for meat, and desires for fire, for intensity he couldn't describe. Why he turned to Vegeta to come up with solutions he didn't know. It probably wasn't a good idea, who knows what the other man might do, torture him and enslave him. He kind of hoped he would.

                Goku felt the heat boiling underneath his skin, a temperature consuming him beyond any boiling waters in Princess Snake's house. He remembered he woke up in cold sweats many nights, an unnatural state for any Saiyan to experience. He's had near seizures, he's had coughing fits, none of them ever an explainable phenomena. Urge's to hunt, urges to howl, urges for Vegeta, an inexplicable desire to see the older man. Sometimes he could recall feeling strange around Trunks though he couldn't explain it, and Piccolo had long since told him he was going to steer clear of him for a while.

                The only thing he could think of as the problem was the one thing he was ignoring; himself, his passion, his lusts, his desires, his stimulating nature that he didn't understand and thought he'd been away with since he hit his head on the ravine. He didn't know what to say because he'd been forcing it away for the most part of his life; he still hasn't recognized it in himself, what his own instincts even are.

                Vegeta's heartbeat was rising, he was considering something similar to Kakarot's thoughts, not knowing what the younger man was liable to do once he started giving in. Vegeta didn't want to admit it, but he was impressed at how much control the younger man has over himself.

                Before long, however, he was beginning to think he may have to turn Trunks over to him. The closer he got with Kakarot, the more his own darker, natural side came out. He could feel his blood pumping when a thought crossed his mind, "I don't know what I might do." He laughed at himself for trying to be nice. Kakarot wasn't the one he had to worry about, or was he?

                He remembered his experience with Raditz, it had been hell. Once you go through the stages of this strange Saiyan biological procedure you still react strongly when involved with another's, you just aren't overcome by it. Rarely is there a Saiyan who goes through it the first time without losing complete control. And in some cases, the reaction from the other in the pair is just as bad as the original's cravings, depending on the relationship between the two.

                It was now or never, he could very easily let Trunks be the one to deal with Kakarot, he was 12 now, he could handle it, though Bulma might have something to say to him after it, Trunks would be better off for it, he'd grow up faster, for one. Several times, Saiyans as young as eight years old are sent to deal with the cycle of others.

                Vegeta growled low in his throat and fought back the need to stretch his neck. He crept down slowly, sinking low, stretching his arms downward, and put his fingertips on the ground between his legs. Goku watched curiously, seeing more than realizing he had just been slammed into the wall behind him. Vegeta must have leapt from the position he was in to tackle him backwards. Vegeta pulled off of him, grabbing him by both of his legs.

                Goku tried to grab onto something, but there was nothing to grab onto, only stone cold metallic slabs, smooth as silk. He sensed Vegeta begin to slide him on the ground, expecting to be hurled across the room. Nothing happened but the continuous pull and the quiet drag of his back on the floor. Vegeta had bound Kakarot's legs, though what good that did he wasn't sure, Goku watched before his vision changed again into that of the ceiling. Vegeta had flung him into the wall, where he face planted before falling on his back.

"What did you do those eight years you were gone?" Goku wanted to panic as he was closed in on, a raspy voice in his ear. Vegeta was on top of him, smothering him. He used three fingers to gag Goku's mouth when he asked him that question, holding his head up and his jaw open with his other hand, squeezing tightly. His face was right next to Goku's, his voice harsh and demanding, "What did you do?" He body cast shadows over him, the light in the room going red and the gravity raised a few notches.

                Vegeta took his fingers out of Goku's mouth and let him cough and catch his breath, still clutching onto his face. Kakarot could only see dark colors and shadows; Vegeta was directly over him, scowling. "Sparred," he choked out, receiving a knee to side. That's when Kakarot realized Vegeta was on his knees, and somehow was pinning him up against the wall. He managed to use his body to wedge Goku's legs against the paneling of the walls as well as crush his torso and his arms.

                Goku didn't know what was going on with him, but he knew he was catching on slow. He didn't know if it was the response to what he was going through inside or if it was Vegeta or the gravity... maybe it was the restraints around his legs, they were ki-restricting as well. Three fingers in his mouth again, he flared his energy, trying to resist but Vegeta twisted his position, pulling his head back uncomfortably, turning his body halves in opposite directions. Kakarot cried out behind the digits.

                "You sparred?" Vegeta asked again.

                Coughing and hacking, Goku told him, "... a lot of the time... a lot of the time..." he nodded, blood running down his nose, from what he couldn't remember, though he started to notice a dull throbbing in his head. He opened his eyes to see Vegeta's face right above his, his eyes imploring, "I watched you a lot of the time..."

                Vegeta kissed him, shoving him to the floor, getting on top of him completely, he kissed him. Goku openly received the kiss, feeling Vegeta's smaller body on top of his, he took him in his arms like he intended on running with him. Vegeta didn't stop kissing Goku, this was their first kiss. He tried not to get too frantic with him, enjoying the way the younger man was kissing him back. Vegeta caught Kakarot's tail in his hand on instinct and held it loosely. He could feel it writhing in his hand, the vibrations from the fur making him hard.

                Kakarot's body emitted a certain scent and once it had reached his nose and it was all he needed to send him over the edge. Picking up by the hair and slamming the back of Goku's head on the chamber floor Vegeta felt himself begin to go into an altered state, a type of transformation. His heart pumped, as he roared above the younger, Kakarot's eyes growing wide as he watched. His whole body grew out evenly two inches. His shirt disappeared, ripped to shreds. Goku watched the man on top of him in bewilderment, reminding him of Gohan before he turned into that giant ape. Vegeta still held a chunk of his hair in his hands. The older's nails grew long and sharp, his teeth were different, four fangs top and bottom, and it looked like more teeth than Goku could ever remember having, his eyes were red, wild, and his hair had grown just a little bit, there was even a thin layer of soft hair covering parts of Vegeta's arms and chest and legs.

                Vegeta prowled, regaining control of his breath, though still more animalistic in every way. He hunched over Kakarot like he was dead, his eyes untamed but focused. Trippin out over the image he had just seen in front of his own eyes, Goku felt an odd sensation in him as he lay beneath Vegeta. It was as though his energy was affecting the other. He felt a strange pump in his heart, one that made his whole chest puff out. He saw Vegeta smirk above him, a dark gleam in his eyes. Vegeta had control of himself.

                He realized he couldn't hear anything, his heart pumped again, Vegeta let his head go. He crept onto all fours on top of Kakarot and watched as nature took over, noticing his veins surfacing, his blood pumping beneath silky skin. Kakarot laid there on the hard floor, his body growing, his hair growing out slightly, a new layer of hair on his own body. He could tell his senses were heightening, a familiar experience though he couldn't place how. His heart pumped again, this time, tearing his clothes much like Vegeta's had been shred. He threw his head back, crying out in agony, as least he thought he was yelling, he couldn't hear anything, he wasn't sure he could even make any noise. He could feel jaw stretch, his teeth change, his facial structure, his eyes altering inside of his skull, it panged and ached. He felt wild urges, urges to jerk, urges to taste, and urges to feel ... it was all a little fuzzy.

                His whole body was in excruciating pain, pain that seemed it had been there for a lifetime, a pain that he felt he somehow had been numb to before, even with all his wailing, and hadn't noticed until that spurred moment. His heartbeat was sporadic, his tail lashing out in all directions. He couldn't focus, he couldn't command his body to do anything, more than that he felt weak but powerful at the same time. He heart pumped again and he heard a voice and he understood though he had never spoken the language a day in his life. It was telling him, "Give in… beautiful." Kakarot felt his heart racing, no longer pounding, it didn't have the time, it was fluttering, flocculating, he sensed something in himself click in a way it never had before.

                When he opened his eyes, he saw nothing but the red hued ceiling. It immediately registered that this was different. The world felt different. In his altered state movement felt different, smoother, more deliberate, he'd only just sat up and sprang into a lurking position, still, he'd never felt anything like this before. He knew he was capable but he was beginning to feel things and notice things that impressed even him, things he couldn't have atoned for in his natural state. Rumblings in the ground stood out even more, sound echoes crisply through the air, he could sense the intentions of others with no effort, he could see more colors, notice more hues... just think of what else he might be now aware of!

                He felt an odd sensation within him, a sensation of sweet satisfaction that he couldn't quite place where from. He then noticed the restraints were gone, and Vegeta was nowhere in sight. Leaping forward, taking in his appearance in the reflective paneling in the middle of the room, not too interested in Vegeta at the moment, he saw his own eyes, red, not as dark as Vegeta's, and fierce, dare he say intimidating. Kakarot bared his fangs, smiling a wicked smile into the black surface. He continued looking at the creature for some time, unbeknownst to him he was being watched.

                Vegeta was weary. Kakarot had taken a long time to transform, a very long time. It may have seemed like moments for him, but Vegeta had waited an hour before the younger man finally came to, having passed out right at the end. While overlooking, Goku's body would twitch and he would snarl and yell. Vegeta couldn't be sure if Kakarot had been fighting the form or if he was still transforming, either way he wasn't about to get too close.

                Piccolo had long since been monitoring the situation as well from a distance, sensing the change in Vegeta and the shift in Goku. Vegeta looked up at him, smirking, when Goku did come to and began walking around the facility, checking himself out. He could sense the Namek's discomfort and interest even from his position miles away from the other, like a palpable cautiousness blew in from his direction.

                It was unusual for Saiyans to hold this state very long without getting any use out of it. If they don't train or use themselves for other physical activities, then it becomes a cumbersome switch and a huge waste of energy.

                However, being abnormal as it is, Vegeta's heart was thundering in his chest, his form not altering in the least at his inactivity, he could tell Kakarot's whole force had changed. He peered deeper inside, having lost the younger momentarily; he shouldn't have showed off to Piccolo.

                "What are you waiting for, an invitation?" Kakarot was behind him, Vegeta spun around, being caught by his newly grown tail before he could take off anywhere, his eyes wide. "You were supposed to wait for me. Now I had to find you," as he said this, he closed in on the older Saiyan, who was quickly being backed into the rock hard walls of the gravity room, Piccolo watched in amusement. Vegeta's body pressed against the level material, still Goku closed more distance between them, "Wait time is over."

                Vegeta bared his teeth and the other man snarled viciously back at him, a look Vegeta could have never pictured Kakarot's face making, and wouldn't have believed it had he not seen it himself. Using a quick blast of energy Vegeta 's power flared enough to make the younger Saiyan back off, turning the tables.

                "You were out for over an hour!” it was all Goku could do to not submit to him, “Don't know what took so long," Vegeta smirked, his deep voice penetrating Goku’s skull. The tones reverberated inside of Kakarot's mind, like his ear was wearing the prince's voice. He shook his head for a moment, as if to get rid of the voice. "What's wrong," Vegeta spoke slowly, "not used to it, yet?" Kakarot couldn't focus the more Vegeta talked, he was beginning to wonder what Vegeta's touch might do to him. “Silly Kakarot…” Vegeta slapped him square in the face, a sting barely registered above the buzzing effects of his current state.

                “You must enjoy violence,” Goku heard himself saying as he turned back to look at him. He should have been wondering to himself what type of a statement that was to make to the Prince of Darkness, but all he could think about was in his body at this point. Vegeta looked surreal and he was being drawn to him.

                Vegeta looked around and noticed they were no longer in the comfort of his own yard. Goku had Instant Transmissioned the two of them without even touching him and was now feeling up his sides and breathing on his neck. He could tell instantly from the scents around him he’d been taken to the woods but that would be the last irrelevant thing he would register.

                “What were you planning Vegeta?” Kakarot was catching on fast. He was no fool, he knew he was experiencing some sort of rut, but still he didn’t know what to make of it. His heart was pounding so furiously still he craved, he craved but hesitated. “Did you think you’d tie me up and that’d be the end of it?” Goku didn’t even know where this was coming from. Had he ever considered the older man sexually before? He had to admit that there had been times where he did find himself attracted to Vegeta, thinking to himself about how it’d be to spend some “alone time” with him, but it was only ever for seconds at a time and those thoughts were never given a second glance.

                Vegeta, who knew more than noticed Kakarot was fighting with his own instincts, was attempting to gauge the other Saiyan’s capacity for the form. It was nearly impossible to tell anything for sure with Kakarot, especially now, and he was having a hard time not focusing on his own personal interests. “Please,” he purred as Goku approached him, pressing their chests together, “You pretend I would need to do such a thing,” and Kakarot kissed him.

                When Goku’s lips met Vegeta’s for the second time something inside of him clicked, like a slot that slipped right into place. Their kiss was sensual, the very definition of hot and heavy. The fangs caused them to open their mouths up wider than with just a normal kiss. There was an almost vampire-like effect to the way Vegeta would hold his mouth open before darting his tongue out across soft lips and linking his mouth to Goku’s. The younger Saiyan could feel the power within the older man beneath his fingertips as he felt up his biceps and shoulders and into his hair. He could see the other’s presence clear as day in his mind’s eye as he closed his eyes and followed suit to Vegeta.
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