The End

Disclaimer: I don’t own DB/Z/GT or any of the characters found in this fic. They are the property of TOEI ANIMATION in Japan and FUNimation in the U.S.A. I am not making any profit from this.

I do not own the song or the lyrics to the The Cranberries Dreams. And again, I am making no profit from this.

A/N- A warm thank you goes out to Dionysus for beta’ing this chapter for me…and on such short notice too! Thank you Dionysus!


Rating – R

Warnings: Yaoi lemon, M/M, VxG




Chapter 3 - Manipulating Fate

“Vegeta!” the onna’s screeching bothering my concentration.

“What is it woman?” I growl at the intercom system.

“Goku just called. He says he wants to meet with you…” the woman’s voice indicates she thinks something is fishy with this. Kakarott and I never meet to do anything. Spar, yes, often…even after the kiss.

I think I surprise my son’s mother when I immediately disengage the gravity settings, “Did he say where he wanted to meet?”

“No,” the woman says.

“Hn,” then I know where he is. I turn the power off before I head back to the main complex for a quick shower and change of clothes. I add training gear as an after thought, so the woman won’t become more suspicious than she already has.

I try not to let my expectations build while I do these mundane things…but it has been almost a year since he asked for time to recover….


~o0o~


I find the cabin unerringly. Kakarott’s ki signature is strong; enough to let me know he is there.

Both entries are wide open when I land, letting the unusually warm spring air into the building. Kakarott is nowhere to be seen in the front rooms, but the bedroom door is open, with a soft, fickle light emitting from it. My breath catches, as I am able to see fully into the room. Dozens of candles are what are giving off the unearthly glow, but it is Kakarott, waiting in the middle of the four-poster bed that has made my body tense.

He smiles at me shyly. We’ve talked a bit about this…he’s never been with a man, and has been trying to prepare me for any possible nervousness he might convey. Not that I am a great expert at this either: only enough to know that I have preferences for a man’s body than that of a woman’s. Why am I trying to fool myself? If Kakarott had been female, I would have been just as attracted to him...uh, her.

I reach for the bottom of my chest plate and discard it. It lands with a loud ‘thunk’ on the floor as I walk towards the bed. There is no reason to ask if he is ready. He wouldn’t lead me on like this…

He meets me, both of us on our knees in the middle of the red comforter. Kissing, touching…oh gods, what is this man doing to me? I can feel my hands trembling in their eagerness, and I can’t even begin to hide this from the other.

“Neeeh-ah,” gods, I love it that this man is showing absolutely no reticence, “Vegeeetah!” for what we are doing.

We haven’t even gotten rid of our clothing yet, and he is panting like a soldier stuck in an environmentally disabled pod with no water rations, “Relax, Kakarott. We have time.”

He shakes his head childishly, “We’ve both waited too long for this!” and we have. Spars had become less frequent as strikes became too seductive in the view of his friends and our children. I would catch the onna staring at me as I my touches lingered too long on objects as I thought of Kakarott.

I nip at the tip of his nose, and then at his bottom lip, but pull away before he can actually trap me in a kiss. I’ll set the pace, leave him panting and wanting…I smirk; he is already doing both, but, gods, I’ve only dreamed of seeing him so…uninhibited.

He pants and whines as I tease his face and neck with nothing more than my breath and hair…what I wouldn’t give for my tail back during this moment. I could use ki…but, I growl…ki is for fighting, and could possibly invite unwanted attention. I want absolutely nothing to interfere for the few hours we have together.

He is the one that has made it clear we aren’t going to tell anyone about this…at least not for a while. This planet is no different from my home planet in that aspect. Same gender pairings, although not unheard of, were frowned upon, especially for a crown prince. Even by the age of five, I had learned this…my father must have recognized it. There is no other explanation why I would remember something like that, at such an early age and binding social status.

I kiss his lips as he opens his mouth to speak. I retreat before our tongues engage, “Touch me,” I hiss quietly. I close my eyes, waiting…open. He growls and uses my admissible invitation to go straight for my throat. I collapse onto him as he strikes viciously with his teeth and tongue, leaving marks that would betray us if we don’t use senzus afterward.


I purr at his enthusiasm before I take control again. I press his shirt up and behind his head until it binds his shoulders. He’ll have to rip it before he can move. I smirk as I tongue one of his nipples. He will…soon enough.

I growl as he arcs his chest to my mouth. Fucking…Gohatto be damned. I roar possessively, and the candles’ flames around the room flicker dubiously before returning steadily. There was no way it could be chance that the only other sayian left alive lusts for this as much as I do.

Fabric tears as he rips at my pants, and I his. I press him back into the mattress before shifting to the side in order to trace a finger around his defined muscles. He shivers as he watches my face while I am doing so. Little needy sounds from him build into helpless whines. Even after all we have discussed he hesitates in touching me. I guess I was considered off limits for far too long. I lean in and kiss his stomach as my palm brushes down the top of his thigh. I bite at his hip as I shift my hand between his legs and squeeze gently while pulling the one I have hold of closer to my chest. He willingly spreads his other the opposite direction, and I hiss, closing my eyes, trying to regain some semblance of discipline.

Something solid yet cold runs down the line of my jaw towards my chin and I lift my head. Opening my eyes, I see he is teasing my skin with a tube. He really was prepared for this. I grab at it with my mouth, careful not to puncture it with my teeth. He smiles at me as he shifts his legs wider.

I am on my knees and pressing glossed fingers into him in seconds. He howls and receives my intrusion with a willingness bordering on obscene. Gods…I want him; my stomach is tying in knots at the thought. I hear myself whining. Were I the least bit unsure about how he really felt, this might embarrass me: my loss of control. Instead I continue, letting him know how much he affects me.

He flexes his hips off of the mattress as I stumble on my knees between his legs in my haste. I need to be there…now!

I call out as I enter him. This sinful feeling…I’d trade my crown for this if we were on Vegeta-sei. Kakarott would have surely have been my downfall, and I would have cleaved all highborn ties willingly…just to have this. ‘Elite’ this and ‘third class’ that have no room in my thinking any more, now that I know that what I perceived as ‘overly friendly’ was nothing more than Kakarott not understanding that he was attracted to me.

I didn’t realize my head was pressed to his chest until I feel his hands playing encouragingly with the back of my neck. I pull my hips away from his heat before reacquainting myself with it. He meets me, calling out his pleasure as I sink into him.

I reach an arm under one of his legs and bring it up to my shoulder, burying myself deeply into him. His fingers have laced in my hair and unconsciously he has pulled my head away from his chest. I watch in wonder as I force my need upon him, and he takes it amicably. His head is pressed into the generous pillows, spikes matting themselves against the material.

“Kakarott,” I whisper as I watch him. Slack jawed, eyes closed, screams pouring from his slightly curved, prostrated throat. Hands unconsciously gripping my shoulders and pulling me to him.

“Vegeeeetah!” he commands me with just my name. I have fallen low, and I don’t care. I rush him, and lose myself in the process. My instincts rip from my conscious as I take him.

I choke on the emotions that come forth as I pour everything I am inside of him. I give myself enough time to catch a steady breath before I am licking at his delectable self. I push him over the edge moments later as I surround him with my mouth and suck him off. For all of his caterwauling while I am fucking him, he is astonishingly silent as he knowingly loses this battle to me.

The Fates and gods have nothing to do with each other; I am convinced of this. There is no way something so inconceivably right would condemn a person’s soul to hell. And if that little green runt that fancies himself a god is spying on us…he’d better keep his mouth shut.



I’ve killed for less.


CRANBERRIES LYRICS

"Dreams"



Oh, my life is changing everyday,

In every possible way.
And oh, my dreams, it's never quite as it seems,
Never quite as it seems.

I know I've felt like this before, but now I'm feeling it even more,
Because it came from you.
And then I open up and see the person falling here is me,
A different way to be.

Ah, la da ah...
La...

I want more impossible to ignore,
Impossible to ignore.
And they'll come true, impossible not to do,
Impossible not to do.

And now I tell you openly, you have my heart so don't hurt me.
You're what I couldn't find.
A totally amazing mind, so understanding and so kind;
You're everything to me.

Oh, my life,
Is changing every day,
In every possible way.

And oh, my dreams,
It's never quite as it seems,
'Cause you're a dream to me,
Dream to me.

Ah, da, da da da, da, la...