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By : Herpb4uDerp
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Abrupt. Unhappy. Ending.
Flashback 9

It was the last time they would see each other like this.

Goku had taken the mission not because there was any training value whatsoever or because it couldn’t easily have been taken care of by someone else, but because apparently the animals the poachers were hunting to extinction were extraordinarily delicious and the planet was pretty. It just seemed like a nice place... to get away.

The last several years had been easy up until recently, but Vegeta was becoming distant again; training harder and finding excuses to train alone. It wasn't his usual train-until-I'm-too-sexually-frustrated-to-function either. It was more like... train-because-I-need-to-escape-the-world. The type of training he used to do when they first met and it took longer than usual to convince Vegeta to go. Goku could feel the upset in his ki even when he finally relented. Something was bothering him. But that is why Goku persisted. Even though it was far. Too far, Vegeta complained. But Instant Transmission could close any gap.

...Couldn’t it?
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It took no time at all once they arrived to scare away a few miscreants. Nor was it an issue to take what they had stolen and return it to the natives. Stopping himself and Vegeta however, from doing the same thing once they had tried one of the small fuzzy creatures, was difficult. But they managed.

The natives were grateful and offered them gracious hospitality which Goku convinced Vegeta was what he needed right now. Not more training, not a world destroying spar, not quality time with their demanding kids and families... just, relax. After a few moments of bickering and seeing the colorful corals reflect back at him from the bottom of the lake pocked landscape Vegeta reluctantly agrees to stay for a few hours.

It was here that Goku learned Vegeta was not only an adept swimmer, but he actively seemed to enjoy it. Watching the deep blue waters wash over his quick powerful strokes was mesmerizing. Through sleepy eyes he watches Vegeta step out of the water. He watches his thick soaking wet hair resting on his shoulders begin to perk back up. He watches beads of water drip all the way down his royal chiseled body.

As he watches laying on the grassy bank of one of the natural pools soaking in the warm rays from the suns he decides there is nothing he would rather be doing and nowhere he'd rather be and he wonders, does Vegeta ever feel the same thing? His heart starts thumping faster until Vegeta scowls asking what his idiot face keeps staring at.

"Vegeta..." he whines.

"What?" he says nearing the shirtless sunkissed Saiyan.

Goku doesn't say anything and closes his eyes. He feels the air shift as the older Saiyan sits next to him, feet dipping back into the water. Vegeta leans back resting his head on the pleasant dip in Goku's lower back and they lay like that for a long time.
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Every now and then usually when he's under the influence of something or other, Vegeta finds that Earth's alcohol has a peculiar proclivity for this, he gets the unusual sensation that his tail is back. Sometimes it happens on it's own, when he's on the edge of sleep, when he's hit a block in training, sometimes when he can't seem to express the turbulent emotions within him, he feels a phantom tail try to do the talking.

At first, the sensation had been immensely painful. His tail would feel knotted and kinked while trying to bind tightly around his waist. Sometimes, if he was particularly stressed, it even felt like it was being cut off all over again. But after a slip from himself about tail sensitivities and Bulma's... curiosity on the matter, a little experimentation went a long way and it has gotten better.

Now, after many years, he feels it hang like a normal tail would. He doesn't have to worry about someone stepping on it or pulling it. It's not a weakness anymore because it's not really there. He can let it relax when he feels relaxed, like he is now, and let it loosely curl up and down in a rare invisible gesture of… Hn~ maybe I did need this. And while he reflects on how much he misses his tail, he also wonders does Kakarot ever feel the same thing?

Goku's brow twitches when he feels Vegeta turn over and his hand dip beneath his sash.

"What’re you doin’?" he mumbles.

There is no answer as fingers carefully search for a sensitive scar and begin pressing upon it in a particular way. Goku yelps and Vegeta immediately pulls back, eyes wide with surprise. "Was that painful?"

"Yes! Very!" he flips onto his side getting his backside away from the hands that never let him find any rest.

"It wasn't... supposed to be."

"Well, it was! And I didn’t like it, so-" he starts to move away from Vegeta.

"Wait-wait, let me... let me try something?" Goku eyes him suspiciously and sees the usual overconfidence laced with something else, something devious. "Give me five minutes and I promise you’ll like it." He says in that deep mischievous tone he only uses when they're alone together. Goku debated. That look Vegeta had usually resulted in something worth the initial discomfort.

"Two minutes or I’m blastin’ you to the next lake over and goin’ to sleep." He was sure it was an impossible task, but that grin was not reaffirming in the slightest.

"Fine, fine, two minutes. Lay back down, how you were." He disappears from in front of him. Goku feels him get on all fours over his back. As he rolls back over onto his stomach he feels his sash loosen and be pulled down not quite enough to expose him. There is a long pause and Vegeta's fingertips fidget around the edges of the blue and orange fabric. It made Goku a little nervous because the other Saiyan rarely wastes his time hesitating.

“Do you ever...” A hot breath runs down his back and stops over scarred skin. "Still feel your tail?"

“Huh? No, I don’t think s-aaaah~” A tongue slides softly, barely touching, around the sensitive scar several times before finally running gently right through the middle. All the strength drains from Goku's body and he lets out a low involuntary moan. "V-vegeta, what-" he trembles as he feels the warmth spread from that spot to the rest of his body, "what is-"

"Oh? Didn't you know the nerve endings there were sensitive to pleasure as well as pain?" He watches Goku struggle to shake his head, "What kind of saiyan doesn’t know that?"

Goku has half a mind to hit him for stopping what he was doing to speak. "I- I don’t-" he shudders.

"You’ve never felt this?" he presses his mouth back to the raised skin. "Not even by accident?"

"A-ah!" His body starts to go rigid and he has to lift his hips off the ground to relieve the pressure that has suddenly built up in front. "No- I've never-"

“You can not be that naive Kakarot, when did you lose your tail?"

"F-five, s-six may-maybe. I dunno-unh-"

Vegeta smirks at Goku's strained attempts to cope with new sensations, "Hm. I guess you can be."

"At least- ah, at least let me take off my- ah, Vegeta- please, I think I'm gonna-"

He starts drawing his tongue against him again a little harder, but hopefully not enough to cause discomfort. He isn't used to it after all. “You've never even thought about what I could do you if only you had your tail?”

Goku bites his lip and moans softly in the negative. But I am now.

"Then it’s a good thing I have.” So while one hand holds Goku's hips still, the other finds its way through the fabric and wraps tightly around the base of Goku's cock. That is all it takes.

"A-aha-ah." His fingers press into the dirt and his hips jerk forward releasing a tension he barely had time to register building up. He is panting from how quickly and thoroughly he was brought from the edge of sleep to the crash of completion.

"Convinced in less than a minute?" Vegeta clicks his tongue with a smile "And here I was thinking you had challenged me."

Goku still tries to blast him but Vegeta was ready for it and he misses. Goku makes sure he gets his revenge though. As he later feels the older Saiyan hit the back of his throat and curse fluently in languages he's never heard, he almost chokes attempting to laugh because it's funny to him and endearing how impatient and short tempered Vegeta can be for someone with so much endurance. And this was revenge after all, so Goku made sure he took his time.

It is times like this Goku enjoys the most. When they are laughing and fighting and fucking and none of it means anything but it means the world to him. He feels guilty sometimes knowing he has never, and could never give this to Chi Chi, this kind of satisfaction, physical and... otherwise. He hadn't quite figured out what that other part was, but it was there. It had been there for a long time. He thinks maybe even since Vegeta had first come to Earth and challenged him, it had been there.
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Hours later he is leaning back in the water with his arms up on the lake edge, looking at the red wispy clouds imagining different shapes when he feels Vegeta who was on the other side of the lake just a moment ago start brushing against his abdomen with his nose and mouth. The motion surprises him and he looks down at Vegeta, who usually liked to bite, with curious eyes and watches as the older Saiyan presses his lips to his skin higher and higher on his body occasionally dipping his tongue out to taste the more sensitive areas. When he reaches his neck, Goku stares at him with his dark endless pools of trust and places his hand under his chin to turn Vegeta's face up to meet his.

"What?" Vegeta taunts with a tilt of his head.

It wasn't what he had wanted for their first kiss; Vegeta frantically splashing in the water trying to escape while Goku pulls him under, doing his best to soak it in passion. But that was how it happened.

When they come up for air Vegeta is pissed, wiping his mouth with an angry look, his long hair too heavy with water to stand on end, messy, partially covering his face making him look... adorable. But Goku would never say that out loud. He still wasn't sure he'd put it past Vegeta to kill him on the spot for such slander.

"Was it all you hoped and dreamed it would be?"

He lets out a chuckle, "Yeah, pretty much."

"Don't get used it" he huffs. "It's not happening again."

"You always say that when we break one of your rules ...and then we do it again anyway." He hums and gets out of the lake using his ki to dry off. "Soon, you'll be beggin’ me to break your last condition.” He twists his face into a lewd scowl and does his best to mimic him, "'Fuck! Oh fuck, Kakarot! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Yes! Fuck me like a fucking Saiyan, Kakarot! Ah~’” He looks over at Vegeta’s shocked expression with a smile, “That’ll be you.”

Vegeta chuffs at his impression. Do I really curse that much? "Impossible." he begins to backstroke off into the center of the lake, "You’re too soft to fuck like a saiyan. I'm sure neither of us would like it at all."

Goku gives him a mischievous look, "I dunno, Vegeta... I am stronger than you."

"While it's possible that you are marginally stronger..." he floats on the water thinking about Goku's clever attempt to get him to rise to the challenge. It isn't working, Kakarot. "I've already shown you that it doesn't matter. Though, I guess it is a shame we'll never get to find out for sure that I do it best." He goes below the surface securing his place as having the last word.
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They arrived around midday and now the sun is starting to set. The days feel the same as they do on Earth so neither of them question the unusual celestial patterns around them. They set up a small fire and Goku leans on Vegeta's shoulder yawning waiting for the aquatic creatures they caught to cook.

Both of their gazes rest on the brilliant colors being painted across the clouds by the dual suns' low zenith.

"We should stay for another day or two."

"No. We can't stay."

"Why not?"

Vegeta stays silent for several moments, "because I promised her I would come back."

"It would just be a few more days"

"No... It wouldn’t be." He looks at Goku and slowly tilts the younger Saiyan's head up.

He feels Vegeta's pulse pick up and melts against him as he is pulled in. The way Vegeta begins moving his lips against his is deep and languid. It is the kiss Goku wished he got the first time. The younger Saiyan threads his fingers through still damp hair and tries to get as much out of it has he can. He tries to memorize every motion, every touch, every taste.

Every passing second becomes more fervent than the last because he knows something is wrong now. He knows because Vegeta lets Goku wrap his arms around him and kiss him like it's the end of the world. He knows because Vegeta kisses him back like Goku's the best thing he's ever tasted. And it's So. Damn. Good.

Vegeta doesn't pull away until he feels the pangs of guilt set in too deep to ignore and when he does they both are breathless. When did I let this become more than it was supposed to be?

The younger Saiyan who rarely sees Vegeta be so honest with himself can see it in his face that he has decided to shut down. Saying anything will most likely result in an argument that goes nowhere and he doesn't want to be the one responsible for ruining such a perfect day. If he had known it would be the last time they saw each other like this, he might have tried harder to convince Vegeta to stay longer, stay forever. But he didn't know. So he sits by the fire next to him in silence.

They eat and IT back to Earth without exchanging another word. When they arrive it is warm out and they are both sure it had been quite a bit colder when they left.

The last thing Goku sees before he IT's back home is Bulma, who looks paler and thinner than the last time he saw her, walk outside and slap her husband before breaking down on him.

He would find out later how sick she was, how quickly her health had been deteriorating over the last year. How the stress of her husband going missing for weeks, almost two months, when he said he'd be gone for a day only made it worse. It didn’t feel like that long… But Chi Chi assures him, very loudly as soon as he arrives home, that he had indeed missed radish season. And Gohan’s wedding. And his youngest son’s birthday. Again.

Vegeta never came to him again after that. He never responded to his messages either. In fact they did not see each other again until the night of her funeral many months later.
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