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Blame it on Hormones	By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4710 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Blame it on Hormones 3

There were a few things Vegeta felt he could do in a situation like this. 1. Purge the planet like he had originally planned. 2. Find Kakarot and beat his skull in AFTER castrating him and pulling out all his teeth one by one so the bastard couldn't bite anyone else. 3. Find one of Kakarot's sons and fuck them just to prove that he could. 4. Mope.

Not that the overly large idiot had noticed, but Vegeta had been the one to get rid of Chichi--NOT THAT WAY, he just told her that her precious husband was cheating on her and after she called him a liar, hit him with a frying pan, he smacked her and they flashed their matching scar at one another, she had left. Gohan knew where his mother was (but he was the only one) and he assumed the kid knew why his mother was where she was. Therefore, if he decided to implement plan 3 he would have to find the younger son. Gohan probably wouldn't give it up with a hell of a fight.

Not that he was going to implement any of the aforementioned plans (except maybe 4) he was just standing there, outside somewhere, with his arms crossed over his chest. Glowering. Thinking back to the incredibly idiotic decisions that got him to this point. First taking the damn earring from the bastard, two keeping evil Buu busy so the bastard could power up and save the fucking day like usual, and three letting the overly powerful bastard to fuck him. Grevious errors in judgement. Now, here he stood, pouting, and trying to figure out why it was exactly that he was so angry about this.

He didn't want Kakarot. Not forever, not for a little while, not even for a moment. Nevermind the fucking scar on his shoulder that just seemed to get darker everyday and more and more settled on its place. (He hated it.) And now his son was bearing a nearly identical mark.

If this trend continued he figured the Namek would be the next to fall, and then maybe the no-longer-bald baldy. The former andriod, the black haired andriod, Bulma (maybe,) hell--if left alone long enough, Kakarot would probably make his way all the way back around to his sons.

Bastard.

"You're pouting," speak of idiots and they appear. Kakarot moved so he was in front of him and gave him one of this repentant--forgive me I didn't know I was stupid until you told me I was--looks.

"I'm concentrating," Vegeta retorted.

"Must be hard with the pouting." And he grinned them, scratched his wet hair and stood there like he hadn't just an hour before been fucking Vegeta's son.

"I'm looking for Goten," Vegeta said (he figured even if he didn't implement it he could inform Kakarot of the existence of plan 3.)

"Why?"

"So I can fuck him," Vegeta replied evenly, turned his back to Kakarot and set about concentrating on ki signatures. The silence behind him was a surprise. He figured Kakarot would start explaining to him that it was a bad idea, that his son was still too young or impressionable or something. He didn't know. Humans were stupid.

"...Gohan would probably be easier," was what Kakarot said to him.

Vegeta opened his eyes again and looked at Kakarot floating there in front of him, leaning forward to look at him. Like he had just offered one of his sons to Vegeta. "What?" he growled.

"Gohan. He'd probably be easier. I mean, I know he's married... But it wouldn't take much. You wouldn't even have to hit him, just corner him somewhere."

This was one of those bizarre conversations that were perfectly rational when you were dreaming, and never appropriate when you were awake. Was this bastard serious? Vegeta turned his back again.

"Fine. But when Goten kicks your ass don't whine at me about it." And Kakarot dropped to the ground again and started to walk away. Loudly, so Vegeta would hear him walking away and for that matter why was the big moron here anyway? To gloat about how was the conquering hero of his son's virginity? Brilliant fucking plan--he should go kick the shit out of him.

"Oh come on--Vegeta," Kakarot said, he was back at his side, looking at him with lost-puppy eyes. It was pathetic. "Not even Piccolo got this mad at me."

Apparently the Namek had already been had. Or Kakarot was doing that annoying thing where he spoke out of context and expected the rest of them to follow along. "I wasn't aware Piccolo had a son," was what he said, but he didn't turn away again. Considered if this conversation would be easier had if he was punching something--decided that it really wouldn't (and maybe he had been on earth for far too long--making decisions like that.)

"Well, he doesn't..." This apparently stumped Kakarot. A long pause was had while he scratched his head and attempted to find a different parallel to this situation.

"Why are you here? Isn't there a warm-blooded creature in desperate need of your dick?"

This earned him a strange look, then Kakarot dropped his arm down by his side. This was followed by a drab glare. "Aren't you supposed to be hunting down my son so you can have your revenge?"

Not even Radditz had been this stupid. Not even FRIEZA--no, not even GINYU (or any of his force) had been this stupid. Next to Kakarot, Oolong and Yamcha were geniuses. But Kakarot was right. He was supposed to be figuring out what he was going to do now. Something cruel would be best, but he didn't think that the fucking of Sons would really put a dent in Kakarot's head.

"Vegeta, I don't want to be enemies anymore." ... "Are you listening to me?" ... "Come on, Vegeta! You weren't even this stubborn when..." Either Kakarot just stumbled onto a realization or he was having a (hopefully painful) aneurysm. "Why weren't you more stubborn when we had sex?"

"I had a concussion," he said. He didn't. But that didn't matter, Kakarot could not prove that he hadn't had a concussion.

"I don't believe you." A smile crossed his face then, one of those truly saiyan smiles that rarely looked right on the otherwise obliviously happy face. But here and now, it was the right look. A smug look. "Besides, you kissed me first."

"The concussion caused impairment of judgement." Nevermind the show of great amounts of strength were enough to send any rational saiyan into rage or lust. Kakarot--even thought Vegeta adamantly maintained that he hated him--had shown a great deal of power.

"You tore all my clothes off."

"The impairment of judgement resulted in irrational behavior."

"You're the one that figured out how use the..."

"Dad! Goku!" And there was his son, with bloody fingers and a bloody shirt, glaring at the two of them while Kakarot slowly inched closer to him (and Vegeta, in a show of true lack of awareness, had let him.) "What are you doing?"

"Talking," Kakarot said.

"You were going to have sex again, weren't you?"

"Maybe," Kakarot said.

"No," he said.

"I knew it," Trunks said. And then the two of them glared at Kakarot (as he was the real problem here.) The large saiyan just sighed a little and moved back, scratched his head and looked from Trunks to him and back. There was a very long silence.

"So, want to have sex?" Kakarot asked, he flashed them a grin.

This too resulted in silence, except this time his son looked at him with a weirdest 'what the fuck' look and then back at Kakarot. "What?"

"It was just an idea." Like he hadn't just asked the two of them (HIS SON and him) to have sex. As if this was a regularly accepted part of life on this planet. Humans just went around and screwed in groups all the time, after all. He wasn't even sure Saiyans did things like this.

"You're unbelievable," Trunks snorted. "I'm going home." And then he left. After all his son was still young enough to blame his stupidity on his hormones. According to Bulma it was perfectly normal for a child Trunks' age to want to experiment sexually. Also according to Bulma it was not okay for a man Vegeta's age to continue to blame his actions on hormones.

"Just me and you then," Kakarot said.

He felt his eyebrow arch at that comment. Let Kakarot come over to him and then punched him in the face again, watched with some satisfaction as the idiot rotated his jaw to get it back in place. Then he turned back and looked at Vegeta again. So he punched him again, with the opposite hand, and the process repeated itself. The smirk on his face broadened. He felt anger building up in his chest, thought of how the bastard had said his name when he fucked him and sucked on his neck, how he had bit him and when the moment was over the first fucking thing he had thought of was his stupid dead wife.

The air rippled and his hair turned blond. Kakarot clenched his teeth together, curled his hands together and whispered very quietly: "Fine" before he burst into Super Saiyan. He punched Vegeta in the chest and shoved him back across the open ground.

Vegeta hit the ground hard and moved to get back to his feet, but he was stopped by the bulk of Kakarot dropping down on him, grinning and curling his hands up in his clothes. "Its better without bruises, Vegeta."

How astute. Vegeta kicked him in the side, rocked Kakarot to the left and shoved him over, sat on his chest and clenched his knees around the large ribcage--that probably hurt--and leaned down so his hands were in the dirt on either side of the man's head. "You fucked my son--why would I want you again?"

Kakarot answered this question by wriggling under him, trying to get his legs off him, but it didn't work, he stayed on his back. He settled on wrapping his large hands around Vegeta's thighs and digging his thumbs in the sensitive insides, up near his waist.

"You weren't that good," Vegeta said.

This made Kakarot's eyes narrow and the hands moved up, pushed his shoulders back at the same time the long legs came up and wrapped around him and he was rolled down so he was now shoved against the ground and trapped under Kakarot. "I was that good," Kakarot snapped back. Loosened his legs, grabbed Vegeta by the shoulders with his hand and leaned down. They were close enough now that he could feel the breath on his face, and he realized his legs were now open around the smug bastard's hips. "Want me to prove it?"

"No."

Another grin. "I don't believe you." Kakarot was pressed against him, ground their hips together and they both knew that they wanted this, especially when Kakarot slipped his hand down between them and rubbed against Vegeta.

He tried to hit him again but Kakarot's free hand grabbed his before the fist landed. The fingers against him moved again, slid inside of his pants and he felt the warm palm against him without clothe in the way, bit his lip when he felt a groan rising out of his chest.

"See?" Kakarot murmured in his ear, and Vegeta would have liked very much to rip his head off, but the bastard kissed him.

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Trunks: *frown*

Vegeta: Let us all define a PWP--Plot-what-Plot?

Goku: Shut up, I'm getting ready to get laid.

Piccolo: I think my honor was impugned.
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