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Moments In A Life	By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3823 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Moments In A Life
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Chapter 22

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Walking through the house was like walking through the diaster his life had become. It was the high and the low of everything that had happened to him since he decided to stay on this mudball and train to defeat Kakarot. Bulma�s room was shrouded in shadows and reeking of sex. Sex that had almost ended another man�s life. His room was chaotic, the bed was rumpled, the door was shattered but otherwise it seemed like it really had everything under control.

There was no control. That was what he finally realized as he picked up the lube off the floor and looked around. It was just some sort of pained illusion that humans had made up to try to give themselves a pat on the back from time to time. They had an excuse for everything that they did from when they went to drink instead of going home to their wives to fucking another man because they needed to know how it felt to be hated. To be used.

He stood there and hated himself in that moment, completely and utterly because he had become just likat. at. Said that he hated Bulma over and over because it had been easier than loving her. He had been a coward in the face of pain and let her die a miserable lonely death. The shit of it was that he knew without having to have Kakarot tell him, knew that she loved him still, that she was still apologizing for what she had done.

He stood there in the hallway between his room and hers and closed his eyes, thought of her, thought of her blue eyes and her blue hair and her smile and her laugh and her satin-smooth skin against his when they slept at night, of waking up and see her, of holding her hand of their son, of their new daughter, of the fight that had started it and now that it was finally over, he thought of her as she had been in life. Thought of that moment when she had looked up at him and asked for his forgiveness but he had been too much a coward to give it.

�I�m sorry,� he whispered, �I love you.� Realized his words were going nowhere, that they came too late, and somehow, it didn�t matter as much. She heard him, or she saw him and now she knew.

Arms wrapped around his chest and he looked up again, opened his eyes and turned his head so he could see the big baka�s face�obscured by the closeness so it became just that blur of colors again. �Impatient, Kakarot?�

�You started it �Geta,� Kakarot replied. He pulled their bodies closer together so Vegeta could feel the cool-tinged warmth of his lover�s body, the endless muscle mass and most importantly the erection. He smirked to himself and pulled away, grabbed Kakarot by the hand and led him back out of the hallway and into the room.

It was different when he laid down with Kakarot. It wasn�t Bulma, it wasn�t the same, not nearly, but it was something. He felt denial building up in his chest the same way it had with Bulma, that sense that if he didn�t say it that it didn�t exist and as long as it didn�t exist nobody could take it from him. A stupid thing to think. It had been taken from him. And he wasn�t sure he would survive if it disappeared again.

Kakarot took the lube from him and rolled him onto his back, kissed him lightly while he thought about this troubling things. Patient idiot. Vegeta shook his head and looked at his lover, really looked at him without jealousy or anger of pointless lust.

�Vegeta,� Kakarot said, quietly, �One day�can we�can I�� He bit his lip and sighed. Dark eyes closed, and his head rested on Vegeta�s chest. A sigh and the thought was abandoned, but Vegeta knew whae que question was anyway.

Stupidly, he thought of Krillin. Thought of how he had ruthlessly meant to hurt the man and it never seemed to sink in to he bald one that Vegeta really hated him. Until the end, until he finally did realize that Krillin had known all along that Vegeta hated him. He had wanted to be hated, like Bulma had wanted to be hated when she left him that night and got drunk. But it wasn�t like that here, with the comfortable weight of his lover on him, and the hand that was tracing nothing on his thigh.

�Baka,� he said, pulled Kakarot�s face back up to kiss him again, opened his mouth and whimpered, purred, opened his legs around Kakarot�s hips and gave him room to settle against him. Hardness to hardness, grinding against one another until they were breathless, until his head was spinning from not breathing and he was panting so hard that his face was flushed.

Kakarot was whining too, short quick thrusts against him and shivering every their hard flesh slid together. Hot breath�s on Vegeta�s chest and neck from where his head was hanging down and the unruly spikes of black hair were damp and drooping.

�Baka,� he managed to say again, took the lube out of his hand and opened it, legs curled around Kakarot to still him but that didn�t make a difference the large baka was rolling his hips in strange circles now, making it just as hard to concentrate.

He slicked his hand and reached down between them to rub spread the lubrication on them, making the slide easier and smoother. Sucked in a breath because all his universe was running down to his belly and his hips where his throbbing erection was dictating his every move. His eyes squeezed shut and his body grew taunt as he panted and purred and jerked his hips back against Kakarot endlessly, silently begging for more or something or anything. He didn�t give a damn. Hands curled tight in fists KakaKakarot was whining too, grunting and whimpering, one hand still supporting his weight while the other fell between them, adding friction to the grind of their flesh together.

His vision grew spotty behind his closed eyes as the orgasm hit and the answering flood of heat and wetness made him want to smile, but he could barely breathe.

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In the end, 18 didn't kill him, but for a few moments, he was sure that his life was directly in the path of peril. She glared at him and hated him and kept repeating "Take advantage of him?" like she just could not believe that Vegeta could be taken advantage of. But that was the thing that nobody understood, except maybe Goku now, Vegeta was just the same as the rest of them. Arrogant as all hell, sure, but the same basic thing that everyone else was. Same emotions, same sense of pain and unhappiness.

Vegeta was the one that had just lost someone very important to him, and Krillin had used that for whatever reason. He didn't eveow wow why, didn't know what camt oft of it besides so much pain he couldn't even begin to ask for forgiveness, but he did anyway. Asked 18 if she could still love him.

"I told you I would love you forever," she said to him, "I didn't lie."

Marron was waiting for them on the ground with 17 when they finally came down, blinking her wide eyes anxiously and waiting for them to say something positive or negative. 18 took her daughter by the hand.

"Come on," she said, "We're going home." Then looked at him, and he smiled just a little, felt real hope in his chest and promised himself and her in that moment that he would never give into whatever insane weakness had possessed him these past months.

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Goten was in the kitchen when Trunks appeared the next morning. Bra was drooling on his shoulder and tugging on his hair with her tight little fists. Just minutes ago she had been howling, reminding him that they really had no supplies to take care of a baby.

"I told Mom what happened," his best friend said, "This is what she sent." There was a pile of things on his table now, most of them in pastel packages. Bra looked at the mass of things and giggled, pulled his hair longer. "And this," he said holding up a bottle which Bra lunged forward and grabbed. He only barely manago keo keep a hand around her as she leaned back against him and started drinking the milk.

"...so," Trunks said.

"So," Goten replied, looked at him and sighed. "They still sleeping?"

Trunks snorted. "Still? They didn't actually start sleeping until an hour or two ago."

Goten made a face of great distaste and shook his head. "That's gross. I did not need to know that." He looked at Bra who was still sucking away on her bottle, unconcerned with their existence oeir eir mutual shiver of disgust when it came to the image of their father's...

Gross.

"We should probably change her," Trunks said, looked at the little girl in his arms, then at his best friend, and found that Goten was grinning. "What?"

"You know," Goten said, "It's not our fault that they didn't get to sleep until really late...It would serve them right if we woke them up. Afterall, your father has a new baby to take care of."

"That's evil." the they were both headed up the stairs when he said it, with the sticky, drooling slightly stinky baby still held against his side. When they got to the door to the parent's room they both stopped, then looked at one another and sighed.

Goten started pounding on the door and yelled "DAD!" and "VEGETA!" which made Bra start to scream (the sudden burst of noise and the fact that she dropped her bottle on the floor) the noise was fantastically loud, and he grinned when the door was yanked open by his tousled angry, half asleep father in a pair of shorts that were painfully too big for him.

"Here Dad," he said handed him Bra as she started pounding on his collarbone with her ltitle fists. "Me and Goten have to go to...uh..." he looked at Goten.

"...play?" Goten said helpfully, then shrugged when Trunks hit him on the head. He had heard stupider excuses but not from Goten before. The smaller boy just shrugged again and laughed. "Have fun, Vegeta." Then he grabbed Trunks and yanked him back down the hallway, past his room--in which he hadn't slept at all last night, just sat and looked at his little sister, put everything together in his mind and came to the conclusion that there was really nothing to do now but try to move forward.

"Where are we going?" Trunks asked.

"To play," Goten said, "We do have girlfriends you know. Recent events will undoubtedly get us sympathy. Sympathy will get us foreplay and foreplay will get us sex."

Trunks nodded, thought that maybe it would have been a good idea to change his drooled-on shirt and then figured it was a lost cause because Goten had already yanked him out the door.

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Goku: Hm. I think she forgot the rest of the lemon�you know the part where we�

Vegeta: Give the woman a break

Goku: *falls out of chair in shock and surprise *

Vegeta: What? I�m not heartless!

Trunks: Oi. Keep it down, will ya?
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