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Atavism	By : ctsama Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 9192 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Tick-Tock

Relax.

Vegeta let out the breath he hadn’t even realized he’d been holding. Between the wet, hot mouth teasing his cock, the hand gently stroking his tail and the two fingers slowly sliding inside him Vegeta didn’t know which way to move. Goku didn’t seem to mind his indecision as he patiently worked Vegeta’s body open with fingers and tongue.

By the time Goku worked three fingers into him Vegeta was rocking hesitantly back onto his invading digits between groaning attempts to get more attention to his cock, breath shaky. He teetered on the brink and Vegeta’s body was so tightly wound he could barely move his fingers anymore so Goku finally took him fully into his mouth and Vegeta came after a few strokes with a strangled cry. Goku pulled away, licking him clean and smiled as he realized he could move his fingers more freely now that Vegeta was coming down from his orgasm.

He gently slid his fingers free and moved to urge Vegeta over onto his stomach, but he stopped in surprise when Vegeta’s hands clutched at him, lips seizing his in a wet, bruising kiss as his hands made quick work of his obi and gi top. Goku moaned when Vegeta’s hands found his skin, as usual easily dragged toward a frenzy by Vegeta’s attentions. With an effort he managed to pull back from it, instead opening himself to Vegeta’s thoughts, soothing away the desperate edge in understanding.

Vegeta released Goku’s lips with a slow moan. The aftermath of his life experiences were not Goku’s fault, nor had they anything to do with him. Even so he’d waited this long without pushing, without complaint even though Vegeta knew it hadn’t been easy. It was a boon unasked for and undreamt of. And yet, even now memories of blood and pain pressed in on him, trying to shake his resolve to go through with this act.

He sighed as Goku’s hand began to play lightly over his tail and it didn’t surprise him when Goku began to comfort him over their bond. I know how much you have to fight through just to function sometimes, let alone be with me. Just stay right here and right now with me. I’m not him, I’m not them, and someday you won’t remember anyone but me.

Goku watched and waited, smiling gently as his words took effect. “Turn over for me,” he finally whispered. Vegeta’s throat moved as he swallowed hard, the conflict in those dark eyes clear to see. Then…

Goku’s breath caught as that lithe, hard-muscled body moved to obey him.

His hand trembled slightly as he grabbed a pillow. “Lift your hips. It’ll feel better this way.” Again Vegeta moved and again Goku was in awe as he pushed pushed the pillow under those hips he longed to hold. Impatient to feel that skin under his own, Goku quickly divested himself of his pants. He stretched himself over that amazing body, feeling his warmth, sliding against the surprising softness of his skin and the hard muscle beneath. Such incredible trust…

Goku grasped his eager erection, transferring the slickness from his fingers and he shuddered. “If you tell me ‘no’ I’ll still stop.” Vegeta closed his eyes for a moment. It was comforting, but he was surprised to find that he wanted this as much as Goku did. He flicked his tail aside in answer.

Vegeta felt Goku’s erection pressed against him and was - as ever - certain there was no way this was going to not hurt, let alone feel good. He had barely taken three fingers inside him, there was no way he could take that. It would hurt. It always hurt. But... Goku wouldn’t tear him apart like the others had. And it would be worth any pain just to get back even a fraction of what had passed between them when they’d begun to fuse. And like the first time he’d taken Goku inside him like this, his mate would take pleasure from it.

He’d taken pain for far less worthy reasons than those before. He only hoped Goku wouldn’t blame himself for the outcome.

Goku pressed inside him, penetrating that first tight ring of muscle as it yielded to his advance. He heard Vegeta hiss as stretched muscles burned, trying to accommodate the invasion and he stopped moving. The squeeze and the heat around just the head of his cock were electric and he moaned in anticipation.

Goku’s fingers moved soothingly over Vegeta’s hip, his voice low and gentle whispering to him as he began to move inside him again. Aside from a sharp gasp Vegeta made no sound. Goku continued that slow push forward, steadily but gently, stopping every time Vegeta’s body demanded it by clamping down around him.

They weren’t human, there was no target to aim for, no spot to hit. Just a channel densely laden with nerves that had never been treated to anything but violence before. And Goku was determined to correct that.

His mate’s body drew him in and Goku continued to let that amazing body set the pace and decide when he needed to stop. A torturously blissful eternity later his length was fully sunk into his mate’s smaller body, and he finally felt the smooth skin of his buttocks against his hips. He lowered himself then, allowed his body weight to rest on Vegeta’s back, touching him as fully as he could. Goku’s muscles quivered with the effort of holding still in the overwhelming tightness gripping him but it was so good to be this close, to be held inside him like this. But he was still so quiet. Vegeta? Am I hurting you?

Vegeta felt so full he could hardly breathe. It felt strange and uncomfortable, but it certainly didn’t hurt. “No, but… you can’t move like this,” he gasped.

“Why would I move? I’m right where I want to be. You feel… so good wrapped around me, Vegeta,” he said, shuddering. “So good.”

As he spoke Vegeta’s body began to relax around him and he pulled out slowly, groaning as Vegeta’s body tugged at him. He pushed back in, keeping up that shallow rocking motion as Vegeta trembled around him, gasping in disbelief as nerves that had only existed thus far to warn of damage began to tingle with delight. The tingling escalated quickly into electric bursts of pleasure that crashed through him every time Goku moved in him.

Vegeta was torn between begging for more and begging him to stop. He thought there would be pain. He’d expected it, prepared himself for it, not this pleasure that was increasing by the second. When he whimpered and hesitantly began to push back against Goku’s advances to get more of that delicious sensation his mate rumbled in satisfaction.

The tightness and heat gripping Goku’s cock were almost too much stimulation. Goku pushed his hips forward, fully seating himself and held still. Vegeta’s muscles spasmed around him reflexively and he cried out as Vegeta whimpered.

//Don’t stop!//

Goku moved to nuzzle his neck, nipped at his ear. You’re being too quiet. I want to hear your voice. Tell me how I feel inside you, Vegeta.

It took him a moment to answer as if something held his voice in thrall. “I never believed you, I didn’t really think it would feel good,” he gasped.

Goku smiled into Vegeta’s skin, flexing his hips and pressing deep inside Vegeta’s body and loving the broken quality to his name coming from his mate’s lips. So… you’re saying you like this?

“Gods, yes! Don’t stop, just don’t stop… More, harder, faster, anything, just move!”

Goku buried his face in Vegeta’s hair, groaning as he fought to stay in command of himself. I have to go easy on you, you’re going to be sore enough as it is-

“I don’t care, Kakarot please!”

Goku’s gut kicked; there was no way he could refuse that request. It wasn’t easy to stay in control, to not hold Vegeta’s hips down and pound into him but Goku knew as long as he could make this good for Vegeta there would be plenty of chances for that in the future. Instead he shifted his weight onto his knees, pulled out halfway and sank back into that hot grip, slow but deliberate. As Vegeta’s body began to allow it Goku lengthened his strokes and let go a little and a dam inside Vegeta finally broke. Vegeta’s cries finally began to fill his ears, urging him on .

The tight, constricting heat kneading his cock was too much and he knew from the intensifying trembling in Vegeta’s body that they were both on the edge. He leaned forward, latched onto Vegeta’s neck with his teeth and at the barest tug at that sensitive skin Vegeta shivered from deep inside, a cry of pure ecstasy erupting from his lips. Goku held still and let Vegeta’s body milk his climax out of him. He panted and gasped helplessly, sweat trickling down his forehead as the pleasure tore through him.

He dropped heavily onto Vegeta’s smaller body, by now knowing that his weight was actually welcome. As always his arms found their way around Vegeta’s body, pulling him close against his chest as he turned them on their sides to better hold him as they both came down. It took a few minutes for information to reach his pleasure-fogged brain but he finally realized Vegeta’s shaking wasn’t stopping. Reluctantly he slipped free of Vegeta’s body, tried to turn him over and realized with dismay that Vegeta was resisting his efforts.

“Vegeta…? Oh gods, I hurt you?”

Goku’s panic finally register to Vegeta’s overwhelmed mind. “No, idiot,” he managed in a shaky voice. “You didn’t hurt me.”

Then? What’s wrong? Please tell me!

Vegeta finally turned, pressing his face into Goku’s chest and wrapping strong limbs around him.

Vegeta…?

//Just shut up, Kakarot.//

Goku frowned, about to pursue some answers when he felt more wetness at his chest than sweat could account for, realized Vegeta wasn’t so much holding him as clinging to him. He smiled softly while returning and relaxing into the embrace. A small shiver passed through him at the soft caress of Vegeta’s tail winding around his leg. “Anything for my prince,” he murmured.

As he drifted off to sleep Goku felt Vegeta’s lips against his and an humbling sense of gratitude filling his mind and he sighed in contentment, a sleepy reply forming.

You’re welcome, love.

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Vegeta woke slowly. Surprisingly he awoke at his usual time, far earlier than Goku’s willingness to accept a new day. His mate’s bigger frame was pressed tightly against his back, one arm under Vegeta’s head and the other curled around him. He had to bite his lip to stifle a cry as he began to turn in Goku’s arms. Goku hadn’t been kidding, he was sore as hell. But an incongruous rumble of satisfaction sighed out of him. There was no blood on the sheets, no damage to his body, no need to be hauled to a healing tank. Just a reminder that he’d put himself completely at the mercy of his mate and had once again received only mind-blowing pleasure from the experience.

Goku sighed heavily and snuggled a little closer in his sleep and a small smile touched Vegeta’s lips. His hand rose without conscious thought, fingers moving through that ridiculous mop of hair. His mate mystified him, always had. So utterly Saiyan sometimes, so utterly human sometimes but strangely only the best of both. They’d both seen the darker side of humanity; in some ways Saiyan brutality couldn’t hold a candle to what humans had done to each other over the centuries. How had even that darkness never touched him?

And now they stood to inherit a position of destruction. Despite Goku’s seeming inability to be infected by evil Vegeta was unwilling to test that assumption. No matter what happened he would not allow that light to be compromised.

He snorted, realizing his pride had finally taken a second place to something. To his desire to protect the protector, no less.

‘How ridiculous,’ he thought. Strangely though, his resolve didn’t bother him in the least.

The thought of darkness of the spirit turned his thoughts inevitably to their situation here, and how he could keep his mate protected as well as he could in the here and now. Beerus was a known quantity now. But Whis had become the wild card. Giving them as much information as he had was a step in the right direction, but Vegeta wasn’t sure how willing he really was to relinquish control to his and Goku’s decisions.

As wonderful as it would have been to stay in bed and savor the unbelievable experience Goku had given him he needed to address this. He could feel how uncomfortable Goku was with their situation. His mate was strong, he thought proudly. Strength, and the drive to add to that strength had always served him well until now. Within a battle Goku’s intelligence rivaled his own, but he’d never really had to focus on long term strategy the way Vegeta had been forced to. And Vegeta knew he absolutely hated this uncertain situation they’d found themselves in.

Just as he had come to rely on Goku his mate trusted him with the long view, to know what to do and when to do it to get themselves and their new family out of this safely. With one last caress to Goku’s cheek he rose gingerly and set about cleaning up and getting dressed. He didn’t know if Whis would be waiting for him at breakfast, but it was worth a look.

Vegeta heard the clinking of dishes coming from the smaller dining room Whis preferred, but he stopped short in the doorway in dismay. Whis wasn’t alone. He was quietly sipping tea while Beerus attacked a large tray of heavily spiced fish. ‘So much for a private chat,’ he thought angrily.

Beerus paused and smiled at seeing him. “Ah, Vegeta. Didn’t expect to see me up so early, eh? Well, don’t get used to it. It doesn’t happen often. What are you doing up so early? I thought only Whis preferred this ridiculous hour for breakfast.”

Just as Goku’s role was the strong yet brainless fighter, his was the dutiful mate and as much as he hated the farce it seemed to be keeping Beerus off his guard. “Kakarot sleeps late and he’d starve to death if I didn’t bring him breakfast every day. Don’t mind me.”

“There’s no hurry. Since you’re here, make yourself useful.” He tapped his empty glass with an imperious gesture and returned to his conversation with Whis as though he wasn’t even there.

It took everything Vegeta had not to try to melt the smug look right off of Beerus’ face with as much energy as he could muster.

Instead he swallowed hard, remembered why he’d come here this morning, and refilled the god’s empty glass from the pitcher of juice on the table.

It hadn’t escaped his notice that Whis hadn’t said a word to him, nor even looked him in the eye since he’d walked into the room. They’d never intentionally touched minds, never had a deliberate conversation mind-to-mind. But he refused to put his mate, his children and his adopted homeworld in further danger by staying in this place without getting a few things clear. Vegeta focused his thoughts while he set about piling food onto his usual tray, made them as unambiguous and strong as he could and opened himself to communication with another mind.

//Can you hear me?//

Whis continued his conversation with Beerus, but answered him in action. He set his tea back in its saucer and softly folded his hands on the table.

//Giving us answers was risky. If we decide not to do what you want, will you force us into it?//

“Certainly not! I would never do that!”

“Calm down Whis, I was just asking,” Beerus bristled, assuming Whis was simply answering a question he’d asked. “Maybe there’s too much stimulant in that tea of yours.”

‘Well, assuming he’s telling the truth that’s one worry shot down.’ //You know what my people should have been, don’t you?//

Lavender eyes flicked up to his for the first time before looking away again.

Vegeta could tell that was all he would get from the pale master right now, and with a grimace he took his leave before Beerus noticed him again. The walk back to their room seemed longer than it usually did. He could feel Goku still deeply asleep and set the tray down in the living room, and shock nearly overcame him as soon as it touched the table. Gentle, bell-like thought carried on what felt like music reached him. It was unlike anything he’d ever experienced before and it had the unmistakable flavor of Whis’ presence.

When this is all over I can take you, let you see what your people would have been for yourself. I… want to. Very much.

To date Piccolo’s mind was the calmest he’d touched, and it paled in comparison to this. Whis seemed to understand his need to adjust, just waiting for him to respond. He dropped into a chair before continuing, wincing at the sharp reminder of the previous night’s activities.

Whis had said Universe Six and Universe Seven were twins, so it stood to reason there were Saiyans in both. And those other Saiyans had been allowed to develop without interference… the thought was heady. It meant there was now a way to tone down their propensity toward violence while keeping the Saiyan bloodlines pure.

You see. Unfortunately so does Beerus. Your being able to have children and being bound to Goku changed everything. The first thing he did yesterday was forbid me from taking you to Universe Six.

//You could have just told us the stakes, Whis. You shouldn’t have pushed us into the middle of this.//

Taking into account my present company, you can understand how difficult it is for me to trust anyone else to see the broader picture. It’s no excuse but… I hope you can understand. And know that I swear, I will never, ever try to use you again. I was wrong to do so in the first place, and I am very sorry for it.

Vegeta frowned even though Whis’ words took a load off his shoulders. He was telling the truth, that much was plain, but something was strange.

//Whis, are you...//

Yes?

There was a great deal of amusement in the thought and it pushed Vegeta toward an answer that was stunning. //You aren’t corporeal.//

Ah, very perceptive! I was once, all of my people were. But we haven’t needed our bodies in millions of years. You’d be surprised how little time and distance mean when you’re made of energy.

//Why keep a physical form when you no longer need one?//

The brightness he associated with Whis returned in full measure, and Whis’ amusement was so bubbling and light Vegeta couldn’t help laughing as well. Because. If I didn’t have a body, I couldn’t eat! Speaking of which… This ‘early riser’ act won’t last; Beerus will be back to his night-loving ways in a day or two. Breakfast?

//Of course.//

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Goku flopped down on his back so hard on the bed he shared with Vegeta that it banged against the wall. Whis’ training was exhausting, and Beerus’ interference was making everything worse.

It seemed he didn’t care much that he and Vegeta had bonded as equals. He would not let them train together anymore. Whenever Whis tried to train them together Beerus would show up and interrupt, either sending Vegeta on some time-consuming errand or another or treating him like his own personal body servant. At least twice a week he’d get it in his head to ‘take over Vegeta’s training,’ which passed for an excuse to push Vegeta’s temper past the breaking point to have the pleasure of fighting an angry Saiyan. Amazingly Vegeta never lost sight of their goals, always held his full strength in check. It was quite a feat, but more often than not those sessions ended with Beerus just beating the hell out of Vegeta with no discernable lesson in sight.

Beerus seemed to delight in shoving casual displays of dominance into Goku’s face as well, as if testing just how far he could push before Goku snapped. Yesterday he’d made a point of having Vegeta within arm’s reach during his own little picnic while Whis trained Goku. He even had Vegeta hand-feeding him at times. It had taken the combined efforts of Whis and Vegeta to keep him from blowing his lid.

He didn’t show it but the state of affairs was wearing on Vegeta as well, though Goku had thoughtlessly stumbled over that truth. He grimaced, remembering how he’d lost his temper with his mate’s seemingly accepting attitude over the way Beerus was treating him, how he seemed to just shrug off Beerus’ harassment as if it were harmless teasing. Vegeta had just clammed up and refused to argue with him, so he’d yelled so long he began to really believe Vegeta truly didn’t care. It was in that very moment that Vegeta had struck him, so hard and fast that he found himself held up against a wall before he knew it, face to face with his furious mate.

It was only then that he really noticed the dark circles under Vegeta’s eyes, the pinched look that barely ever seemed to leave his face these days. He realized how badly his own frustrations were making things worse for Vegeta. Of course he hated every minute of it. He’d been through something like this before and never thought it would happen again. It wasn’t that he felt nothing. Vegeta was forcing himself to stay calm, to bide his time in the same way he had with Freeza. And every ounce of that same rage had returned, but he was holding it back to put Goku first, trying to spare him the overwhelming outrage he was feeling.

Goku’s remorse had come almost as fast as Vegeta’s forgiveness. But he still felt like an asshole.

Even now Goku could feel Vegeta’s discomfort; Beerus had him in his chambers getting him ready for bed. He knew that Beerus believed him too dumb or too naïve to react. He wasn’t stupid though, he knew very well that they couldn’t act immediately. But the long game just wasn’t his strength. Identify the problem, punch the problem until it can’t get up anymore, that was his preference.

He rose, not trusting himself to be alone in his decision making process right now. He remembered that Whis was almost certainly up and headed to his rooms and knocked on the door. Whis answered the door with a weary smile, unsurprised to see him. “Well, don’t just stand there, come on in. If we’re both going to sit around fretting we might as well do it together.”

Whis gestured to one of the large, high-backed and cushy chairs and settled himself comfortably across from him. “You barely ever seek me out. What’s different tonight?”

“I don’t really know, I just… don’t like any of this. I’m afraid of what’s going to happen between now and this all being over with. Vegeta’s strong; he can take a beating but everything else is wearing on him. He’s gotten better about people being close to him but this is all too much.”

Goku stiffened suddenly as Vegeta’s unease and revulsion rolled over him like a train as Beerus began to absently poke and fondle his tail, asking him questions about it while he worked. He held his breath, waiting and focusing in case he had to make a rapid Transmission, but after a few moments Beerus stopped again and Goku breathed a frustrated grunt, running his fingers through his hair.

“What happened?” Whis asked softly.

Vegeta thought he was just being overprotective. But even he had acknowledged that Freeza treated the Saiyans differently than his other soldiers, and Freeza had gotten his hands-on, entitled attitude toward the Saiyans from somewhere. So far Beerus’ actions hadn’t gone beyond that of a spoiled child with a bound servant or a particularly interesting toy, but Goku wasn’t at all convinced it would stay that way.

The last time Vegeta had gone into heat had coincided with Beerus eating the last of his favorite fish. Whis had left to get more, but not before whisking him and Vegeta both off planet with him before Beerus could object. Whis hadn’t brought them back until a day after Vegeta’s scent had returned to normal. The timing had been just a little too convenient, making Goku believe he wasn’t alone in his concerns. “Whatever you need to teach us you’ve got to give us fast. I think… we’re running out of time.”

“I… see.” Whis tilted his head back with a sound like a deflating balloon. Goku’s eyes widened. It was so ungraceful, so very… un-Whis-like. He folded his hands over his chest, gazing up at the swirling purple mosaic that covered the ceiling. Goku took the chance of prodding Vegeta, bringing him into the conversation to ask what Whis was doing and received an answer.

//Just shut up. He’s thinking.//

Has Beerus let you go yet?

//Almost.//

Finally Whis spoke. “All right. I’m going to have to train you both at night once Beerus falls asleep. We’ll have to keep up appearances, though. I’m assuming Vegeta can split his attention?”

Goku chuckled. “He says ‘of course I can,’ and ‘what’s the trick to fighting in space…’ Oh, hang on… Incoming.”

A few seconds later Vegeta Transmitted in. Goku just scooted over in the chair and Vegeta just dropped into it with him, continuing the conversation as though he’d been there the entire time. “You were saying, Whis?”

Whis smiled, the first one he actually felt in hours. “The trick to fighting in space is simply to take enough air with you to last you a while and it’s not as difficult as it sounds. Thanks to your efforts Beerus believes your bond to be weak. He has no idea you can communicate half as well as you do. Vegeta, I would suggest you stay with Goku as much as possible when I’m training him; the way you pick things up, that’s all you’ll need. And come here when Beerus falls asleep. I can contain bigger energy spikes than you can, maybe you can find some way to use that to your advantage.”

Vegeta frowned. “That’s getting dangerously close to breaking the rules for you, I’m guessing. Are you sure?”

“Hmm… You’re right. But seeing as how I have read almost all the books in my collection during the nights here… I think it’s time to take up sleeping again.” Whis smiled widely. “I do all kinds of crazy things when I’m sleeping. Can’t be blamed for what happens when I’m asleep, can I?”

“I guess so,” Goku chuckled.

“I’m actually getting a little sleepy. I think I’ll turn in.” With that Whis turned and walked out of the room whistling. A heaviness settled over the room after he left, and Goku grinned. This was too good an opportunity to let go.

“I want to try syncing again. The physical and the mental are easy for us, but the emotional…”

Vegeta sighed. “Not so much. I know. But it will work or it won’t. There’s no need to push it now.”

“Okay, if you’re afraid to try, I guess we’ll just wait.”

Vegeta’s eyebrow ticked, his teeth ground audibly and Goku knew he’d won without the other man even saying a word. It was almost too easy. He was almost giddy with eagerness and he grabbed Vegeta around the waist and pulled him into his lap until Vegeta was straddling - and growling at - him. “Oh come on, Vegeta. You don’t feel things the same way I do. I just need time to get used to it. We’re going to have to do this sooner or later. Better to do it now so we know we can.”

Goku didn’t wait for his assent, just opened the bond wide and coaxed Vegeta into joining him. I want to know how you feel things, Vegeta. Please, show me.

He couldn’t resist that. He loved how Goku felt things, so simply, so straightforward. When he was happy, he was happy. When he was sad, he was sad. It kept Vegeta grounded. With regret he rested his forehead against his mate’s and joined Goku, giving him what he wanted. Goku gasped as he did it, it was so… strange.

When Vegeta first began living on Earth - and even now - the prevailing theory amongst his friends was that Vegeta simply felt nothing beyond different levels of anger. Goku had never really bought into it, but this completely disproved it. If anything Vegeta felt too much too strongly, he just kept it all inside. In Freeza’s nightmare of a world lies and deceit were the norm. No one said what they meant or meant what they said so everything had to be questioned. Vegeta had learned all this quickly, as well as the knowledge that showing anything but anger just made him a target. The result had been a block from an early age between what the young prince had felt and what he was able to communicate that only years of Goku’s influence had gradually been able to wear down.

They closed their eyes, got used to each other’s emotions and found some surprises. As had happened before their power levels began to spike out the more they merged and they backed away from the contact, not wanting to stress Whis’ shielding.

::surprise, indignation:: I never knew my brother tried to… to-

::amusement:: //Fuck me?//

Yes! What, are you just irresistible to everyone in my family? Why wouldn’t you tell me that?!

::annoyance:: //I didn’t know how you would take it. It doubt it was anything personal. He was a handsy asshole, he was completely drunk at the time and I made sure the idea never entered his head again. Why didn’t you tell me that you’re jealous of Whis? And Piccolo too? What the hell?//

::shame, anger:: Because I know it’s stupid, it’s not like you can’t have friends! But… how could I not be? You let Piccolo help you, not me. He even got to help you deliver the girls! And Whis? Where do I start! He’s important to you and you make time to be with him. You’ve both seen things out there that I can’t even dream of, and you’re always in a good mood when you come back from breakfast. And he’s powerful and intelligent and he’s really, really pretty. And worst of all, you’re comfortable with him; one morning you even forgot your gloves. You aren’t that comfortable with anyone but me!

::exasperation, fondness:: //You’re such an idiot. But you’re my idiot, and you know damn well I wouldn’t throw that away for anything. Wait, what was that? Why are you afraid of dying? You’ve already been through it twice-//

It’s not that. I just… don’t want to die. Even if we spend another forty years in our prime it’s just not long enough. I want more time with you. I need more time with you; I even thought about using the Dragon Balls to wish for a longer life. I know it’s selfish, but that’s just another reason I want to go through with taking Beerus’ place. It’s not forever, but it’s damned close.

Vegeta’s eyebrows raised in surprise, but he realized it made sense. He leaned in and took Goku’s lips with his own, teasing them open and drawing Goku into a kiss that made him moan while he let their bond return to its usual level of separation. //I will enjoy exploring the universe with you at my side. There is much I want to show you. Now come on.// Vegeta drew away, smiling at Goku’s whimper. “We need to get some rest. Go to bed, I’ll be there in a bit.”

Goku frowned. Vegeta didn’t feel right to him. There was a peculiar shaky quality to his usual steady presence, had been since he’d returned from Beerus’ chambers and Goku wasn’t about to leave him alone. “You aren’t coming?”

“In a bit. I still have some things to do, just leave me alone,” Vegeta snapped. He turned headed for the door but Goku’s eyes narrowed. Stop.

It was said with all the authority Goku had through their bond and Vegeta’s steps ground to a halt. Where are you going?

He’d allowed this because it was for the best, but it still irritated the hell out of him when Goku did this. //To the baths.//

Is it because Beerus was touching you earlier? Vegeta gave a tight nod after a moment of hesitation and Goku’s eyes widened. Open up. If I know what this feels like maybe I can help before you’ve scrubbed half your skin off, Vegeta.

Vegeta shuddered and Goku winced. //You don’t want to know this feeling.//

“Neither do you. But it’s there anyway, and it’s not fair for you to go through this alone. Now open up.”

He finally turned and did as Goku had demanded, hoping he knew what he was doing. He watched sadly as Goku’s eyes glazed over and he shivered, crossing his arms across his chest. He tried to pull back on the contact but Goku wouldn’t let him, holding out a hand as he took a few breaths to steady himself. “Okay, I think I’ve got it.” That shaky feeling was just the tip of a much bigger iceberg, but at least now he knew what to watch for.

He held out a hand to Vegeta who eyed it with hesitation. “Come on. I know how to help. You aren’t hurting me with this, so let me know from now on, please.”

Vegeta thought about refusing, thought about holding himself distant for both their sakes but found that it was too late as his hand had already slipped into Goku’s. As Goku pulled him along the hallway toward the baths Vegeta snorted. “How the hell do you always get your way?”

“I’m just that charming,” Goku replied with a grin almost too big for his face. “And you know I’m almost always right!”

Vegeta already knew that to be true so he settled for rolling his eyes. “And just how do you plan on helping me, oh wise third-class?”

“I… am going to clean you myself. Every last bit of you. How does that sound?”

Vegeta smiled slowly. “Nice. Very nice.”

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It was Dodoria. He always sent Dodoria. Dodoria with his knowing looks, his cruel smile. But if he was lucky it would be Dodoria hauling him to the healing tanks later. If he was unlucky… Zarbon was always around to lend a helping hand.

“Freeza wishes to discuss something with you.”

He had to walk there on his own. As if he were going there freely.

Because he wanted to.

Being beaten and dragged there would have been preferable, but making a scene would raise questions he didn’t want to answer.

The door slid open, slid closed behind him. Beeped twice as it locked.

The lights were low because Freeza liked them that way during these times.

The gleaming collar and attached bejeweled leash hung from a black-nailed finger and his fists clenched at his sides. He would fight this. He always did. He was strong enough for that, but not strong enough to win. The collar would go on him.

“I need your help again, Vegeta. I haven’t been sleeping well.”
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Vegeta woke up in a cold sweat.

“What the fuck…”

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Next chapter: Bad dreams herald an opportunity to settle old scores.

TristaML: Things are going to start rolling pretty quickly now so it won’t be long til most of the questions are answered. As for Whis, a lot of what I think of him is speculation on my part (colored by a lifetime of sci-fi!), so don’t look at it too closely; I don’t think they’ve actually said in the series exactly what he is, just that he’s a ‘life-form’ and that ‘at the moment’ he serves Beerus. I just think he’s got perspective that has to come from somewhere, kind of like a person born rich doesn’t have the same respect for money as someone who earns it. Eh, I just hope it’s enjoyable. Thank you! :D

ZeoViolet: Hell no I’m not giving up! I just had to fight off the Broken Leg Gang for some computer time this weekend and they’re spry for injured folk! Thank you! I’m so glad to hear the good news! And between you and me, the weird questions lead to the best stories I’ve found. Lol! Hmm… Yes. I’ve always seen it as passing down the matriarchal line but only manifesting in male children. I can totally picture Vegeta having a sister, especially in better times than with Freeza. I’m sure it would be hilarious! I picture a lot of pranks involving worms… XD

b-chan: Agreed, it’s not going to be an easy transition, and I’m not taking it lightly, you’ll see a little of it next chapter. But with Freeza gone, realistically I see a universal power vacuum happening and a lot of bad races doing a lot of bad things trying to come out on top and take Space NapoleHitler’s place. It happens here all the time, on small and large scales. That, I see Goku being able to handle with help. It’s also reasonable to assume (at least, to a crazy person like me!) that Freeza would have left quite a few planets lifeless and/or stripped of resources that need to be cleared. Anything more than that, don’t worry, and don’t count Vegeta out. Goku stays Goku, I promise, you won’t see him gleefully slinging Kamehameha’s at random planets, there will definitely be a method to the madness. :)
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