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Yaoi RPG	By : arvan Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 7199 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: I don't have much warning to give, except for the foul words, possible yaoi scenes, the occasional random crap and whatnots. Not too sure yet.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball nor do I generate any profit from this. This is for entertainment only.

Jealousy and envy

“Where’s Tarble?” Vegeta immediately took notice that the mage had not joined them at the table.

“He’s resting, it’s been quite a day today…” Goku paused. Unable to lie through his teeth, he left the sentence hanging, enough for the rest to fill in the blanks themselves without him giving away too much information.

It worked in his favour.

Vegeta nodded first, his guess obviously incorrect from the way his face frowned in understanding. No. 17 as well as he sighed, nodding that he understood and could sympathise. It was then that Goku turned to the last member, Turles; their eyes met. Turles had not spoken a word, not once. Instead, he eyed Goku with suspicion akin to intense scrutiny. A pool of ice opened in Goku’s stomach.

Was it possible… did he know?

“I’ll bring him some food later” Goku informed the rest, breaking eye contact, his face flushed pink as he recalled why Tarble decided not to join them at all. The poor guy was in pain, and not just the lower region. The muscles in his back ached, his legs wobbly, basically every muscle tingled throughout his body; making the walk to the dining area impossible, with him limping like a newborn foal or more accurately a waddling duck… with a bad leg. And Goku, unable to come up with a convincing reason why the guy would need an extra salve and/or a HP potion and then there was Turles… Goku was more than convinced that guy would have something to add in and he wasn’t exactly in the best mood to deal with having more shit dumped on him, on top of the thigh deep pile they’ve already been submerged into earlier in the day; and still have not gotten out of, not entirely.

…

Tray in hand, Goku made his way towards his own room; bringing Tarble that dinner he promised.

Dinner went smoother than expected; a first- for a group of boys that usually disregard the general concept of ‘good’ behaviour. They were not entirely quiet but there were no tasteless jokes, loud noises, food snatching or hogging, no snippy remarks…

Goku paused. Turles? What was he doing here… outside his room no less.

“For Tarble?” Turles asked as he glanced over at the tray Goku held.

“Ah” he nodded. Goku waited for Turles to move, thinking that was all there was to the conversation, but the rouge remained where he was; clearly he wasn’t done.

“Did you need something?” Goku just knew he was going to regret asking, he still had no idea where the direction of this conversation was going to go.

He quickly noticed the slight up curl of Turles’ lips and Goku furrowed his brows. That wasn’t a smile or his usual smut smirk… no, Turles had curled his lips over his teeth… his expression contorted with pained fury? Sigh… it seems the day was determined to dump more shit on him no matter what.

“Meet me outside. I’ll join you after I give this to Tarble” Goku surprised Turles with that statement.

“…” wordlessly, Turles stepped aside, conceding to Goku’s suggestion as he made his way outside.

It took no more than 5 minutes for Goku to show up. He took a glance at Turles, nodding towards a direction as he started to walk towards it.

Turles pushed himself from the wall to join him, both guys strangely quiet as they exit the Ranger Outpost. They headed towards the denser parts, where the trees provided them with cover, away from civilians or curious eyes; where no one was likely to notice or hear them.

They knew this was a bad idea. With the impending battle on their hands, they did not need further conflict, especially amongst allies; ones they had come to trust to watch their backs and if Turles were to be honest… Goku was also part of that inner circle despite their constant bickering. And that reason what was irritated Turles and another matter they had always come close to blows over - Vegeta.

He was always a sensitive topic, one that brought on countless disagreements between them; it brought out the best and worse in them. Tonight they would lay their cards on the table with no regards to the end results, what they could possibly hope to accomplish… no, if there was ever a time to be honest, this was it. Goku knew in his heart what was coming and so did Turles, hence why they decided to take their ‘conversation’ elsewhere, further than necessary for any ‘friendly’ chat.

They were aware Vegeta would be displeased with them. Even so they knew it would eventually come to this; hell they knew it would have taken place much sooner had there not been distractions and interferences.

…

“This should be far enough” Goku said as he came to a stop, turning to face Turles only to realise that the rouge had already invaded his space, leaning forward to take a few healthy sniffs.

His actions threw Goku off guard, enough that he naturally backed off.

And there it was, Turles’ suspicion confirmed and doubled when he smelled Tarble’s scent along with Vegeta’s. Fuck this guy.

“Your scent was all over Vegeta” Turles clenched his fists, steadying them by his side.

That was not what Goku had expected. He blinked, rendered speechless by the undertone accusation. He opened his mouth to find an excuse, even a lie, but the words died before they could escape his lips.

The lack of an answer only frustrated Turles more.

“You like him?” Turles phrased his statement in favour of a question even though he already knew Goku’s answer. How could he not? The fighter was easily readable.

This was the real reason why they were here, why they had come this far to ‘talk’.

“More than friends” Goku answered truthfully, not bothering to come up with a lie or excuse; taking into consideration how his previous attempts went and the fact that Turles had the nose of a bloodhound. What good would that do him? He was a terrible liar and frankly, he had not wanted to lie; he was growing weary from downplaying his feelings.

(Goku HP – 143, 6257/6400)

Goku never saw Turles close the distance, only the slight air current that came seconds after the impact; the rouge’s speed was unbelievable. He fell first, unable to register the pain from Turles’ punch for the first few seconds. Goku picked himself from the ground, expecting a follow up from Turles.

Instead, the rouge stayed where he was, his fist shook with the effort it took to refrain himself from striking again; not while Goku was down. He bared his teeth, his brows furrowed, his breathing laboured as if the very act of breathing was difficult.

“What about Tarble? What role did he fit in all this?!” his fist connected with Goku’s face once again in his moment of surprise.

(Goku HP – 162, 6095/6400)

That stung. Goku rubbed his twice punched cheek.

“Why do you have his scent all over you? You claim to have feelings for Vegeta so why the hell did you fuck Tarble?!” Turles could barely calm his rage, first Vegeta and now Tarble as well. Double fuck this guy.

Now it made sense. Of course Turles would know – he would have been able to smell his scent on him, given what took place in his room a while ago.

“Leave Tarble out of this” Goku steadied himself, removing his hand from his face. Whatever took place between him and Tarble would stay between them; he would safeguard the heart Tarble entrusted him with, even if he felt he was unworthy to receive something that valuable.

It would have been easier if Goku had told him, explained to Turles the events that led up to the intimacy between him and Tarble; Turles would have understood had he known.

“Like that’s going to happen” Turles would not let it slide. He lunged forward but this time Goku was ready, crossing his arms as he parried Turles’ attack.

“Enough Turles!” Goku quickly caught hold of Turles before he could do more damage, locking the rouge’ arms behind his back to stop further attacks.

“Fuck!” Turles struggled for release as Goku tried to restrain him while he tried to throw Goku off.

The scuffled resulted in a battle of strength vs speed. Hands and legs engaged in a furry of side steps, ground stomping feet and locked arm twirls as neither of them gave or let go; it was a sight of a ridiculous ‘dance’ and neither side was winning.

After all that dancing around, Goku finally gained the upper hand. He locked Turles’ hands securely to his sides, while his hands went around Turles’ waist in a tight embrace, trapping him from behind.

“Goku, you bastard…” breathless, Turles took the moment to fill his lungs with air just as Goku took the moment to catch his breath.

“Enough Turles… this isn’t what we came for and Tarble isn’t involved”

“Just tell me this. Do you know about Tarble’s feelings and does he know about yours”

So Turles knew this much. Goku had not expected that, guess Vegeta was right when he said he wore his heart in plain sight and Tarble… suppose he was quite easy to guess as well; at least from Turles' viewpoint.

“He knows… and so do I” having answered the question, Goku felt Turles relax; apparently satisfied with the answer.

“What about Vegeta”

“What?”

“Vegeta. I smelled you on him earlier. What the hell did you do to him” Turles turned his head around, in time to see Goku turn a shade of red.

The truce did not last long as Turles threw his head back, colliding with Goku’s. His own features changed into a very different shade of reddish purple.

(Goku HP – 152, 5943/6400)

“Argh!” Goku released Turles in the confusion.

Turles was on Goku instantly, tackling him onto the ground before seizing him by the plate armour; and Goku… he did not even try to defend himself, just looked at him as if he understood his rage and welcomed it. Turles really wanted to hate him right now… hate him enough to strike him till his blood ran dry, hate him enough to kill. FUCK!!

Their relationship was a strained one, too strained at times for it to be classified as friendship. This traveller… this gamer called Goku; he was the genuine piece and his rival… a person he could not hope to best and that truth brought on more torment.

Turles’ breath came in heavy pants, more winded from exasperation than actual exhaustion.

“Why won’t you fight back?” the tone of his voice both demanding and drained. “Isn’t this too one-sided, where did all that strength before go… You’re a fighter, so fight back!”

Still, Goku did not retaliate. He recognised that look in the melee rouge’s eyes. He had seen it a little while ago, when he had looked into Vegeta’s eyes and saw his own face reflecting in his friend’s eyes; despair. How could he bring himself to strike someone like that, he knew how that felt…

“What the hell, Goku… is that sympathy in those eyes of yours? Is that it? Now you’re going to fucking pity me as well?”

“I kissed him.”

“What?”

“I kissed Vegeta” Goku repeated himself, meeting Turles’ eyes, surprised when the latter slammed his fist into the ground just inches away from his face, the other hand still tightly fisted in his plate armour.

Turles shook uncontrollably, needing to know the answer but afraid to hear it all the same. He grabbed Goku’s plate armour with both hands now, gnashing his teeth as he did.

“Damn you Goku!” Turles struggled to form the words. It wasn’t Goku’s fault that he was hurting now, nor was it his fault that he did not exist… that he would not be able to stay by Vegeta, whereas Goku could.

Goku knew what was running through Turles’ head despite the lack of words and finally he responded in kind.

(Turles HP – 219, 4981/5200)

“Gah!” Turles lost his grip on Goku as his back touched the ground.

Goku pulled Turles to his feet, grasping his shoulders firmly. He looked Turles in the eye and Turles saw the same fire he had that day, at the tavern.

“That time when you volunteered to go scout and Vegeta went with you. I saw what you two did” Goku’s grip tightened, mirroring Turles' rage a moment ago.

Turles hissed a little, a little distracted before he realised what Goku said. He opened his mouth and closed again, unable to come up with a retort that did not come out as anything but insulting, he decided not to say a word.

“It was your name he called when we kissed” Goku went on, his own emotions now on par with Turles’. You have no idea how many times I came close to decking you. If anyone should be jealous, it’s me!”

Both guys met the other’s gaze; eyes held eyes in an unwavering bind. It was not a challenge, just two guys caught in the same tangled knot; two guys who knew what the other was going through.

“Then I should remind you, you did deck me once. And I hadn’t paid you back” Turles drove his knee into Goku’s belly

(Goku HP – 139, 5804/6400)

“Damn it Turles!” Goku cradled his stomach.

“Well what are you going to do about it, Goku” he smirked.

(Turles HP – 228, 4753/5200)

“This!” Goku returned Turles' blow with a kick, right at Turles’ shin.

Chaos immediately followed.

…

(Turles HP – 223, 2155/5200)

(Goku HP – 141, 3518/6400)

(Turles HP – 256, 1899/5200)

(Goku HP – 153, 3365/6400)

Kicks and punches were exchanged back and forth, weapons intentionally left out for very obvious reasons. Legs became shaky, bruises forming on the peach and tanned skin, lips were cut and traces of blood were present.

One more blow was all it took.

They rushed at each other with outstretched fists, each colliding with the other’s cheek; hard enough to see stars, collapsing when their legs gave way.

“Had… enough?” Goku ask as he stared at the sky, unable to move at the present moment.

“You’re… the one who’s… breathless” Turles answered from where he laid.

“And… you’re… not?” Goku turned in Turles’ direction.

“Just need a little rest… Ow! Shit… everywhere hurts…” Turles whined as every muscle on him protected and ached when he tried to turn his body in Goku’s direction.

Goku snickered then stopped, that was a bad idea; apparently laughing hurt as well.

“Ow…” Goku whined softly.

They rested side by side for a few minutes in silence before one of them spoke.

“You said you kissed him… how did it feel”

Goku turned his head. “Turles”

“Its fine, Goku. I’m far too tired to react to anything you say now. You might as well shoot” Turles turned his head as well.

“…I’ve never kissed another guy before that, so I was surprised to find out how soft his lips were” Goku watched him for the slightest reaction.

“Not what you expected”

“Ah... I didn't expect myself to fall for him either... we were friends then... I didn't think anything needed to change” he closed his eyes. “I'm not going to apologise, Turles... I'm not going to give him up without a fight”

“Then don't. I'm not about to apologise either” Turles followed suit, closing his eyes as the cool breeze soothe his sore muscles. “I love him too”

He nodded. Love... Goku knew the feeling... he felt no anger from Turles' declaration, only that he felt the same way Turles did.

“If Vegeta were to hear us right now...” he smiled.

“Ow... no way, I don't think I can take another beating right now, not even from him” Turles snickered gently, whining when pain shot through him again.

“You think he'll be kind enough to just call us idiots” Goku continued to smile, highly doubting his friend would be that 'kind'. “Nah... he'll heal us first, then call us idiots and hit us anyway”

“He's got a point... we are idiots. All of us. You, me, Vegeta... Tarble and No. 17. Aren't we a party of fools?”

“Ow ow... Turles, don't make me laugh...” Goku brought a hand over his belly, groaning in pain. “You're right... still, I won't trade this party for anything...”

“... Hn. Fools like you aren't born too often. That's a shame” Turles turned his face elsewhere, genuinely sincere in his statement; not that Goku needed to know that part.

“Did you just praise me, Turles?”

“No, just stating that people don't get enough love play. A shame really, whatever happened to encouraging population growth”

Goku's lips curled up into a soft smile as he let that slide, he heard it the first time and it was enough.

“Thanks... You know Turles, had the circumstances been different, I'm sure we would have been good friends” Goku opened his eyes, looking up to the sky again.

“Don't be absurd, we'll just end up killing each other. You'll need to work extra hard to get my approval... especially with that mug of yours” he smirked.

“Let's reintroduce ourselves then. Hello pot. I'm kettle”

“What?” Turles opened his eyes, turning his face as he did.

“Nothing” Goku shook his head, the joke lost on an oblivious Turles; for once. He was in a much better mood and he saw no reason to spoil it. “How are we going to get back, what with us looking like this?”

“Too late for that now. We'll just have to deal with the stares and questions... but later... I don't want to deal with the aches right now, I think I'll just rest here for a bit”. Turles closed his eyes again.

“Yeah... me too” Goku seconded the idea. Rest... that sounded good, he closed his eyes, sighing as sleep came to him.

“40, 42... 45 all right... all here” No. 17 looked up from the inventory stock, everything was accounted for. His bear yawned, tired from all that waiting.

“If you're that tired, why didn't you go rest first?” No. 17 shook his head when his bear gave a soft throaty whine. “All right, I'm done anyway. Let's call it a night” He stood up, turning to walk towards the hut when Sharpner made a surprise exit.

“Have you seen Goku and Turles?” he asked, his eyes roaming in all directions as he did.

“Not since after dinner. Why would you need them at such an hour?”

“Got a message. War Council tomorrow after breakfast. Meet at the central hut, the largest one” he brought his thumb towards the left, indicating the direction of the hut.

“I see, so tomorrow will be the day” No. 17 tightened his grip on his crossbow.

“We'll discuss in more detail then, including the roles to take. Damn where are those two...” Sharpner clicked his tongue.

“Leave them be. They'll be back tomorrow first thing if not later, it won't be too late to fill them in then” No. 17 began to move again.

“Dinner was very strained earlier, don't you think you should be more concerned?”

“So you noticed that much. Goku and Turles may not necessarily see eye to eye but that's not something to be overly concerned about” he stopped, for a brief moment. “It's something only they can resolve, I suggest you do not get involved”

“So what's this thing they had to resolve? Sharpner placed his hands over his hips.

“Something I've liken to 'Vegeta withdrawal syndrome'” No. 17 smirked coyly at the confusion on Sharpner's face.

“Huh. What was that? I don't get it...”

“I swear you're at least three arrows short of a quiver. Now if you would excuse me, I'm turning in for the night. I bid you goodnight” No. 17 retreated into the hut along with his bear, leaving Sharpner alone with his thoughts.

To be continued ~

It's been quite a few months, hasn't it. So sorry about that but it hasn't gotten any less busy yet. Needless to say, it was kind of a rush to get this chapter out and also due to the long periods of not writing this... I might have gone rusty, so I hope it's alright.
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