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Because It's You	By : airyusangre Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1037 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Sorry it’s been a while. I had thought when first beginning this adventure that I would be able to update regularly, but life had other plans for me. Please know that I will update each of my tales when I can. If I don’t get to do more before this year is over, I wish all deserving to have a wonderful end of the year and for the coming new one to begin and be filled with all you deserve! Thank you all for R&R.

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Vegeta groaned as Goku continued to thrust in and out of him; digging his fingers deeper into the dirt of the crater his body had made from Goku’s tireless ministrations. The pain had eventually evolved into pleasure—Vegeta already having cum a few times as him member was continuously rubbed between their carved bodies, though Goku’s efforts didn’t cease—every stroke wracking Vegeta’s now oversensitive body in painful bliss as he had never known before. Not once before this time had he felt pleasure from being touched in that way, by a male; his mind having difficultly coming to terms with such, though at the same time too overwhelmed by the warmth and continuous pervasive pleasure he was surely experiencing.
A result of the bond? Perhaps, though it no longer mattered. For, right on cue, as the most unrelenting waves of penetrating bliss began to take him; Goku threw his head back and howled just before growling and sinking his lengthened eyeteeth into the juncture of flesh of Vegeta’s neck and shoulder, beginning to drink heartily only adding to both their pleasures as their climaxes continued.
Vegeta bit into Goku next; instinct taking over in him as well as he began to drink with more tenacity than Goku, causing him to let go and howl as he did so in such overwhelming pleasure, both collapsing once their climaxes abated.
Goku had collapsed onto him snoring; Vegeta grimacing as he delicately pulled away from him, groaning as he did so, as Goku was still very much inside him. He breathed a sigh of relief once he was finally away enough to have a little space between them. But Goku did not allow it for long, his powerful arms pulling him into a warm spoon and tail wrapping around him firmly.
Vegeta scowled then. Goku was asleep but was not going to let him go. Just as he thought about slapping him hard to get him awake and off, ever so softly he heard the sleep-garbled words that stilled his body and touched his soul: “I love you… Vegeta…. Don’t ever stop being you.”
For a few moments Vegeta was immensely quiet. He thought very long and hard; aching because he knew the baka meant it, swallowing the thick lump in his throat because it was no longer unrequited, because he knew the whole mess would ruin everything. Yet, still he had continued to go through with it. He knew the onna loved him, but no one had ever told him to not stop being himself before, had loved him for being him; quite the opposite in most cases. And he hadn’t words for exactly how that made him feel.
It was quiet for a long moment as Vegeta strove to compose himself. But once he had, he whispered some words too: “Same to you, you low class pain in my rear.” Of course, no pun was intended, but he left it at that; too afraid that his voice might break if he uttered another word, feeling much too warm and tight and still incredulous at how he knew he for he felt for him too as the other embraced him just a little tighter.
He was about to close his eyes as post sex fatigue hit him as well when alarm suddenly rang throughout him. “Let go and get up baka! How long have we been here? The party, the onna… Kuso!”
Powering up quite fiercely, Vegeta stood, forcing the other off of him. “Get up now Kakarotto! This is one party I must not miss. We must get to Piccolo, have him clothe us with his technique and return to the party…. Dammit! I can’t focus enough now to use that blasted technique. Get us there Kakarotto!” he demanded firmly.
Goku finally stood up wide awake. He wasn’t sure at first what had happened—only feeling resplendently satiated and happy—until he took a solid look at himself and then Vegeta; the pungent scent in air evidence enough of what they had done. “Vegeta… did I…”
“No Kakarotto, you didn’t… it was… mutual. Now is this water safe here? We need to wash quickly and then get us the hell out of here!”
It took a moment for full realisation to set in, but once it had, Goku’s eyes became wide with joy. Vegeta caught a glimpse of his face and sighed. “Hurry and wash and then get us out of here. We’ll talk later, alright?”
Goku nodded his head happily; cartwheeling and back-handspringing all the way to the nearby lake. Vegeta grimaced and just flew there with his usual serious self; hoping that Kakarotto hadn’t fu-... made love to him for too long. Because for the life of him, he had no idea how much time had actually passed since their showing up on that planet.

The air particles shifted and speed up as they finally teleported to what they had hoped was their desired location, but a sweet youth’s gasp made them bristle. Turning their heads and peering downward, both Saiyajin sweatdropped once they saw the large onyx eyes of a certain Namekseijin/Saiyajin/Chikyuujin child.
The innocently adorable three-year-old girl with lovely emerald-hued skin and short cut deep raven hair, dressed in a violet dogi of the Namekseijin fashion peered up at them curiously. “Goku Ojii-chan, Vegeta Ojisan, where have you been? Chichi Obaasan and Bulma Obasan are pretty mad that you’re late. But there are still lots of games and food. And what happed to your clothes? Are they costumes?” She stopped to clap excitedly. “Are you going to put on a show for us? Is that why you’re late?” she asked quite enthused, beaming up at them happily, her raven midori tinted tail moving to and fro in her innocent mirth.
Goku and Vegeta looked down at the make shift loincloths composed of what was left of their torn clothes and grimaced. But Goku quickly put on a big smile in front of his granddaughter before answering her. “That’s right Pan-chan; we have been practicing a show for everyone. But could you please get your papa Piccolo for us? We need to ask him something before we go on.”
“Okay!” Pan chirped happily, beginning to skip down a corridor inside Capsule Corp and back outside to the party to find her stern but kind papa. She couldn’t wait to see what her Ojii-chan and Vegeta had in store for everyone.
Once she was outside Vegeta exploded. “What the hell is wrong with you Kakarotto?! Not only did you teleport us to the wrong Namek, now we’ve got to perform, in front of everyone. And just what in the hell did you have in mind?!”
“Well… at least we didn’t phase right into the middle of the party. And I’m sure we’ll come up with something…. It coulda been worse ya know.”
Vegeta just deadpanned; looking anywhere but at Goku and taking controlled breathes to compose himself. And why the hell did they have to be so far away from his room; they could have made it then?!
Piccolo came around the corner seconds later; a sharp smirk painting his features. “I knew this would happen eventually, but you two picked a hellava day to do so,” he said, quite amused at their ‘predicament’ and ‘new look’.
Both Saiyajin jerked their heads to look at him incredulous; their jaws dropping.
“Don’t look so surprised. I am quite the observant individual. The two of you haven’t been enemies for a while now. And if that glowing ‘I just had great sex with the right partner’ look didn’t do it, the scent of you would. Believe me, I know,” offered Piccolo smugly.
Goku immediately blushed to his ears; looking down, twiddling his thumbs anxiously, his tail flicking and furling in his angst. Vegeta just sighed heavily after gritting his teeth, his own newly grown tail—courtesy of their completed bond—tensing.
“Well, what attire would you have me dress you in?” asked Piccolo quite amused, a bit of fang showing.
Vegeta growled then. The Namek was enjoying this too much. And then he got a delectable idea. “You know Namek-”
“You might actually try calling me by my name, Your Highness,” uttered Piccolo irritated but still smug.
“Well Pic-co-lo, Pan was really excited when I told her that you’re going to be performing with us for everyone. Didn’t you see her just beaming when she found you?” Vegeta said smoothly, taking a gamble. He wasn’t sure all what the brat had told her stern parent, but he knew there was nothing Piccolo wouldn’t do for his daughter. When Piccolo’s smirk faded and slight dread filled his face, Vegeta grinned devilishly. Check and mate.
“You’re lying,” said Piccolo nervously.
“Am I, Namek?” answered Vegeta with a straight and serious face, though crossing mental fingers.
“And just what in the hell are you planning to perform? I certainly didn’t get any chance to practice!”
“A circus!” suddenly exclaimed Goku, clasping his hands together, innocent mirth just exuding from him.
“Well that works for you Kakarotto. You’ve always been a fucking clown. But what about me and the ‘Green Giant’ here?!”
Piccolo looked as if he was this close to popping both Saiyajin a good one. But Goku just continued undaunted. “No, these Earthling circuses I’m thinking of are quite different; where they only use people, not animals and they perform amazing aerial, ethereal physical feats that the average untrained Chikyuujin just couldn’t, telling touching stories through beautiful movement. Earthlings seem to like them. The performers are both strong and very flexible, shaping partners’ bodies into lovely shapes and twirling them like amazing objects…. It’s very… mystical,” he finished, gazing upward thoughtfully.
Had he been looking, he would have seen Piccolo’s and Vegeta’s dropped jaws.
“So how in the hell did you decide to go to one of these circuses?” questioned Vegeta heatedly.
“Well, for one of our date nights, Chichi asked to go somewhere different. I flew her around the world for a while and once she stopped panicking from the flight, something caught her eye so we set down. Luckily there were still some seats they were hoping to fill, so we got them. I hadn’t wanted to go at first because it sounded boring. But after watching them for a while, I was glad we did. And Chichi was really…”
Goku paused once he noticed a very unhappy scent on the air. When his eyes finally met Vegeta’s they were piercing daggers at him. He wasn’t sure why at first until he realised he had mentioned Chichi. Okay. Apparently talking about their other partners was forbidden.
Piccolo had just about had it with both of them. And since he just wanted to see his and Gohan’s little girl happy, didn’t particular give a damn what was going on between Goku and Vegeta. Having much perfected and mastered his psychokinesis throughout the years, he held both Saiyajin up with a thought, extracting the necessary information from their minds, as well as sharing certain parts with Vegeta, so they would all know what to do at the ‘show’. Next he used his technique to sheathe them all in full-body-covering shining, water durable leotards decorated in artistic fins here and there in appropriate areas—Vegeta’s hued gold, Goku’s silver, and his own platinum, their ‘junk’ well protected and hidden in appropriate attire underneath.
“You are a liar Vegeta. But I know that this is something my little girl would like, so I’ll let it slide today, birthday boy,” Piccolo said with a smirk, letting a bit of fang show.
“Not a chance in bloody Hell!” Vegeta barked, after peering down at himself.
“I don’t know why it’s got you in a fit Vegeta. It’s not that much different from Saiyajin armour,” offered Goku thoughtfully.
“The hell it isn’t Kakarotto! This is dancer’s garb—shimmering shiny ridiculously finned and decorated dancer’s garb. I am neither a bloody pirouetting flower nor some aquatic subspecies! I am a warrior. Saiyajin armour is just that—armour, flexible but durable for battle! This,” he said glaring down at the suit he surely abhorred, “is an absolute travesty!” he finished, his teeth grinding as he made himself more agitated than necessary, anxious about the whole idea of performing through and through, already bothered by the sea-green coloured contacts on his eyes, protection courtesy of Piccolo because of the stage they’d be performing in, his tail flicking in angst in its strange new sheath. Damn Kakarotto and Piccolo.
Piccolo was done with both of them. Finally giving in to his urge to knock the hell out of them, he used his psychokinesis to lift them up again and clank their heads together. “Enough, both of you! Show me you are real warriors and come out of your blasted comfort box for someone besides yourself. You know damn well your little princess Bura would like it too; not to mention the other ladies in the audience. Now, show me your resolve,” contended Piccolo to each Saiyajin, though mostly talking to Vegeta.
“Fine,” finally grumbled Vegeta.
Goku was all ready to go; his face exuberantly enthusiastic, not really having a problem with it.
Though, both paused to gaze at Piccolo curiously when he suddenly stilled for a moment, his eyes looking out but not at anything.
“What the hell was that Namek?”
“I was creating our stage and props. I can manifest quite a deal more now than clothes,” he answered seriously. “Now, let’s go.”

Jaws dropped under the magnificent turquoise ‘Big Top’ Piccolo had created behind Capsule Corp once the lights hit Goku underwater first; everyone incredulous at the beauty and majesty of the gigantic transparent pool of water decorated to represent the ocean’s deep, which was the stage of their story. Piccolo had created a thorough program/story of his own after taking images from Goku’s mind—knowing his daughter loved underwater visuals/shows—editing it to suit her and having already transferred all necessary info to both Saiyajin through telepathy. He even had enough control to regulate the pool for liquid oxygen so they wouldn’t need to come up for air during the performance. Goku already had the Z Senshi, family members and friends enthralled and glued to their seats; his body pristine and gracefully flying and floating about ethereally in the water as the aquatic creature he was portraying as Dende’s speaker accentuated voice helped tell the story about friendship, hardship, positive synergy and perseverance Piccolo had submitted him to earlier while manifesting the stage.
Little Pan’s and Bura’s eyes shimmered with innocent amazement; their lovely mouths curving upwards in genuine smiles and tails swishing to and fro as true joy permeated their beings. Suffice to say Piccolo was beaming inside as he felt his daughter’s joy, and he hadn’t yet made his entrance. A side of Vegeta’s mouth did curve upwards also. He could feel Bura’s happiness through his parental Saiyajin bond. Though he still wasn’t too keen on performing in front of an audience, it was already worth it to feel his little girl smile from her heart.
Piccolo, Goku and Vegeta performed in their magical lovely lighted underwater stage for hours, their grace and physical prowess unmatched; Dende psychically keeping pace with them as he continued to narrate behind grand curtains. Once the curtains closed and the lights dimmed, everyone was speechless; even older teen demis Trunks and Goten had been enthralled at their performance, even if they wouldn’t admit it aloud. Though Pan and Bura were the first two to give a standing ovation—the rest present eventually following once they got their senses back—their innocent eyes still shimmering with warm mirth.
When Goku, Piccolo and Vegeta finally came back out to everyone dried and dressed casually, they received another standing ovation. Bulma came alongside Vegeta and playfully slugged his chin; smiling at him approvingly, their little princess Bura pulling on Vegeta’s leg for him to pick her up, which he did, enjoying the endearing hugs from both of them. It was a bittersweet moment. For, he loved seeing and feeling genuine joy radiating from them so freely, but what he had done with Kakarotto would ruin all that…
Pan kept flitting happily from her papa Piccolo’s arms to her Goku Ojiisan’s; causing them both, even Piccolo to smile. There was so much the tiny tyke wanted to express in her youthful mirth; there just weren’t enough words to say. Even Gohan thanked his father and mate with a soft but honest smile for what they had done for Pan; his eyes shining in a way that made them both blush.
From then on the party went on without a hitch. There was food, games, contests, dancing and karaoke on until sunset; at which Vegeta began opening presents, truly surprised people other than his family had brought him any.
After Vegeta blew out all the candles on an enormous seven-tiered birthday cake Bulma had made sure was concocted of all his favourites, he cut and dished out each piece. Once everyone had had their fill, families and friends began congratulating him one last time on being one more year older before saying their farewells and taking off to their own homes. Goku had stopped and given him one long serious look before reluctantly flying home with Chichi, to which he shook his head in the negative. They would have to sort everything out with their families another day. For now, he simply wanted his family to continue to smile for as long as they possibly could.
To Be Continued…
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