Possessions

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Possessions

Author: CrimsonTide

Pairings: Vegeta x Goku

Warnings: YAOI, lemon, non-con situations, abuse, angst, random silliness here and there, hormonal Vegeta, language, and whatever else I may decide to throw in.

Chapter 3


“WHERE IS HE?!”

Loud crashes suddenly erupted from the lower levels of Capsule Corp as a very angry prince made his way toward the medical bay. The terrified screams of employees and consumers alike echoed off the walls, fading in volume as people fled from the building.

As the Saiyajin’s ki grew closer, the waiting Z senshi prepared themselves for a situation that could turn very ugly, very fast.

“Remember,” Bulma said as she stroked Goku’s hair, who was still unconscious. “Try to reason with him first. If that fails, then let your fists do the talking. Don’t inflict more damage than is necessary, just try to knock him out as quickly as possible. Go for his tail.”

Trunks, who was standing next to Goten, glanced back at his mother with a hint of uncertainty in his eyes. It didn’t go unnoticed.

“Remember, Trunks. This isn’t your Father. Not in this state.”

The demi-Saiyajin nodded and turned around just as the doors were blown off their hinges.

An infuriated Vegeta emerged from the smoke, glaring daggers with his teal green eyes. Golden sparks of energy crackled around his body, and his wildly lashing tail could only be described as a cobra waiting to strike.

The prince scanned the room, his fists clenching tightly as he spotted Goku, or more specifically, Bulma touching Goku.

“Get your hands off him, woman.” he spat, taking an intimidating step forward.

The blue-haired woman frowned, though she did take her hands off the unconscious Saiyajin. “Vegeta, get a hold of yourself! Can’t you see what you’ve done?!”

“What are you babbling about?!” he snapped as he shifted his eyes to the other fighters, who were all prepared to attack at any moment.

“LOOK!” Bulma shouted as she pointed to Goku. The prince’s eyes returned to his mate. “How can you do this to him?! You’re supposed to love him, you bastard! You’re crueler than ChiChi ever was to him!”

Vegeta grit his teeth in irritation. “What happens between me and my mate is none of your concern, or anyone else’s for that matter!”

“That’s where you’re wrong, Vegeta.” Gohan growled. “He’s my Father. He’s Goten’s Father. He’s a friend to everyone else here. He IS our concern!”

“By your ningen standards perhaps, but I’m operating under Saiyajin standards. None of you matter! Kakarotto is MINE!”

Vegeta’s energy suddenly shot from his body in all directions, knocking all but Goku and Bulma into the surrounding walls. The prince stalked forward and glared daggers at his ex-mate before gathering his current mate into his arms.

“No, stop!” Bulma cried as tears fell from her eyes. But Vegeta just turned and began to walk away.

“He hates you!” she shouted.

The prince paused in mid-stride. “What?!” he snarled as he turned his head to look at her.

“He said it himself. He said he hates you for what you did.”

A look of uncertainty passed over his face before it was replaced by rage once more. “You’re lying, bitch!”

“She’s not.”

Vegeta blinked and looked down at the Saiyajin in his arms, who was looking up at him with sad eyes. However, his expression quickly turned to that of anger.

“I do hate you!” Goku snarled, momentarily stunning the prince. “Put me down.”

Shocked by his mate’s icy tone, Vegeta could only stare at him.

“I said put me down, you bastard!” the younger Saiyajin shouted as he began to squirm within the older man’s arms.

With a frown, the prince set the other Saiyajin down on his wobbly feet, though he kept a firm grip on his wrist. “Baka! You dare talk to me like that?! Have you learned nothing?!”

Fire flashed within Goku’s ebony eyes. “Oh, I've learned plenty, Vegeta! And you have some nerve talking to me at all, you coward!"

A loud ‘smack’ silenced the entire room as Vegeta cruelly smacked the younger man across the face, leaving an angry red welt on his cheek. If not for the grip the prince had on his wrist, Goku would have found himself on the floor from the impact.

“Enough of this!” Gohan growled as he took a step toward the Saiyajins, intent on stopping this entirely.

“Mind your business, brat!” Vegeta snarled as he directed a ball of ki directly at the demi-Saiyajin, sending Gohan through the wall and into the next room before the he was able to deflect it.

“Stop!”

“Quiet, Kakarotto!” the prince snapped as he clamped his hand over the other Saiyajin’s mouth and forced him to the floor. With a burst of ki, Vegeta created an invisible barrier around himself and his mate, blocking the others from getting to them.

The prince smirked at the angry warriors as they pounded on the barrier to no avail before turning his gaze back to his mate.

“Well, Kakarotto? Should I show them why I’m not willing to let you get away?” Vegeta purred as his fingers trailed down Goku’s body, stopping at his crotch. After removing his hand from the younger Saiyajin’s mouth, the prince crushed their lips together. Forcing Goku’s jaw open, he pushed his tongue into the sweet cavern, exploring contently. Vegeta was surprised, however, when the other Saiyajin’s tongue met his own, slowly and seductively caressing him in a spar of passion. He moaned and pulled the younger man tightly against his body.

His pleasure didn’t last long though, for soon a sharp pain shot up the prince’s spine, and he broke their kiss with a gasp. He glanced back only to see that Goku’s hands were securely wrapped around his tail, draining his energy. Vegeta hissed in pain and looked back at his mate, who had an unreadable expression on his face.

“Ka---“

“You're lucky I'm so weak, just like you keep telling me...” Goku started before giving the prince’s tail a sharp squeeze. Vegeta gasped in pain and collapsed on top of the younger man.

“Because otherwise I'd kill you right now.” Goku hissed into his ear. He tightened his grip, rendering the prince unconscious.

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Several eyes watched Vegeta as the prince slept upon a specially built bed. The ordinary mattress was surrounded by a thick barrier of glass, and the interior was filled with an invisible gas that insured the Saiyajin stayed in a deep sleep. A thin plastic tube was placed beneath Vegeta’s nose, and was designed to supply just the right amount of oxygen to keep him healthy.

“So what now?” Trunks asked as he curiously watched his sleeping father.

“Now we run tests. I’d like for him to be able to keep his tail, so if I can prove without a doubt that the vaccine I've developed can control the level of testosterone released into his body, we won't have to result to a butcher’s knife.” Bulma explained as she thoughtfully tapped her slim finger against her cheek.

“How about we just kill him? He'll get to keep his tail and it'll work, no doubt.” Gohan muttered bitterly as he glared at the man who caused his father so much misery and pain.

The woman sighed and turned to the angry demi-Saiyajin. “Gohan, please. You need to understand that it wasn’t Vegeta that treated your father that way. Even Goku realized that. You can’t hold it against him because he really could not control himself. I’m not even sure if Vegeta will remember any of this once we solve the problem…”

Gohan said nothing; only snorted and disappeared from the room.

Bulma turned to Piccolo for help.

The Namekian rolled his eyes and began to follow the other man. “Yeah, yeah. Go talk to him. I know the drill… But I think just killing Vegeta would be a good solution.”

The woman frowned and rolled her eyes before turning back to the prince. “Ok. Where should I begin…”

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Sunlight and the sound of chirping birds soon filled the room as the night faded away and a brand new day began… And Goku was less than thrilled.

The Saiyajin moaned and pressed a pillow to his ear as a very persistent, chirpy, and annoying robin outside the window sang its morning song, bringing cheer to all those who were lucky enough to hear it.

“SHUT UP!” Goku shouted as he pointed his finger at the unsuspecting creature and blasted it to hell with enough ki to blow up a truck.

The Saiyajin sighed in content as not only the targeted bird was silenced, but all the others fell silent as well, even as feathers drifted through the air and gently settled on the ground below.

“He… He just killed a bird…” a voice said.

“I saw… But you have to admit that it was an annoying one.” another voice replied.

Goku’s brow once again creased in annoyance as the conversation continued, and he growled as he once again pointed his finger toward the source of the noise. “SHUT UP!”

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!”

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!”

“GOKU, WAKE UP!!!”

“Nn?” the sleepy Saiyajin finally cracked his eyes open for the first time that morning. At first his vision was focused on his extended finger, which was glowing with ki, but then he looked past that to a terrified looking Trunks and Goten, then Gohan and Piccolo.

“….Why are you all looking at me like that?”

“You… you just killed a bird….” Goten stuttered as he shakily pointed out the window. A few stray feathers still clung to the branch the graceful creature once perched upon.

“It was so cool!!” Trunks added.

Goku sweat-dropped and laughed nervously. He would have rubbed the back of his head if he wasn’t so sore. “Ah, it’s ok. I’ll just wish it back with the dragonballs.”

This time Piccolo and Gohan sweat-dropped. “I really don’t think we should waste a wish on a bird…” the Namekian stated dryly.

“I SAID I’ll wish it back with the dragonballs…” Goku muttered as he motioned toward Goten with his eyes, who looked as if he’d burst into tears at any moment.

Gohan’s eyes lit up in realization. “Ohhhhhhh… Yeah, we’ll wish it back…”

Piccolo, however, missed the hint. “What the hell is wrong with you people?? It was a rat with wings! For Kami’s sa—“

“PICCOLO!” Gohan shouted with a smile on his face. “Why don’t you and the boys go and search for the dragonballs? Fun, eh!” he urged as he pushed both the Namekian and the chibi’s out the door.

“Wha---“

“DO IT!”

“Yay! The birdy will be wished back!” Goten chirped as he skipped off down the hall.

Trunks’ voice could be heard as well as they traveled further away. “Yeah! And since we’re gonna wish it back anyway, I wanna try blowing up some birds like your Dad did!”

“Waaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!”

Gohan slammed the door shut as Goten’s squeal of horror echoed off the walls, and thanks to Capsule Corp’s soundproof rooms, it was effectively silenced. The demi-Saiyajin sighed and sat in a chair beside his father’s bed.

Silence loomed for a few moments before Goku decided to speak up.

“Where’s Vegeta?”

Gohan couldn’t help but feel irritated that his father would even care about the man. “What would you say if I told you we had to kill him?”

The older man didn’t even hesitate with his reply. “I’d say you’re lying.”

Gohan rolled his eyes in annoyance. “He’s in the lab. We’re keeping him asleep until we can fix his insanity.”

“He’s not insane!” Goku snapped.

“What is he then??”

“…. Ok, he's a little insane…”

More silence loomed.

“…Don’t you hate him for what he did to you?” Gohan suddenly asked. His expression softened somewhat as he turned to face the older man.

Goku seemed to ponder the question for a short while before answering. “I hate what he became. I don’t hate Vegeta.”

“That’s stupid!” Gohan snapped. “That WAS Vegeta! Why doesn’t anyone understand that?! He was the same Saiyajin that first came to Earth all those years ago! This is who Vegeta IS!”

The older man frowned. “He had a tail then too. Same problem.”

“Exactly. He was born with that tail. THAT is who Vegeta really is! Without his tail he became a different person, and THAT person is an imposter. You fell in love with an imposter!” Gohan nearly shouted. He never liked Vegeta, and when he found out the prince had claimed his father as his mate, he felt as if Goku had been torn away from him and his family. It made him feel abandoned and it fueled his hate for the Saiyajin prince. Now he would re-claim his father and they could all be a happy family again.

Goku’s expression became blank at his son’s words. “An imposter? My Vegeta is an imposter?”

Gohan waited several minutes before his father spoke again.

“Well…” he began hesitantly. “I suppose I could be considered an imposter too…”

“What?” the younger man asked in confusion.

“I’m not who I once was before I hit my head as a child. That makes me an imposter, but Vegeta didn’t care, did he?”

Gohan frowned. “That’s different.”

“How so?”

The demi-Saiyajin, for once, didn’t have an answer. He sighed. "You're grasping at air, you know."

Goku's eyes drifted back to the window on the other side of the room. "Maybe."

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The day had come and gone, and now Capsule Corporation was bathed in the darkness of night. The only light came from the silver glow of the moon as it shown down through the windows, though it was all weary eyes needed to negotiate the familiar hallways.

Goku slowly approached the bed that contained Vegeta, stopping short as he got a full view of his unconscious mate. The younger man’s heavily bandaged tail lashed back and forth behind him in a nervous display as he took a few small steps forward until he was able to rest his hands on the glass that encompassed the prince.

He silently watched Vegeta; watched his chest rise and fall; watched the slight twitch of his tail; and watched the peaceful expression on the prince’s face. It’d been awhile since the younger Saiyajin had seen the other man so relaxed, and the scene alone made him feel relaxed as well.

Slowly Goku’s nervously twitching tail slowed its movements and settled behind its owner in content. All the pain he felt from his injuries seemed to disappear as he serenely watched the older Saiyajin. His fears died and were replaced with longing, and Goku’s finger made small circles on the glass that separated him from his mate. He had the urge to touch him again.

He must be losing his mind.

But it became clear to him that he couldn’t just stop loving Vegeta, no matter what. They could call him crazy if they wanted. He didn’t care. He knew his prince would never have treated him with such cruelty unless there was something wrong; unless he was unable to control himself. In fact, he felt sorry for the other man. Goku knew how much Vegeta hated not being in control; especially of himself.

Goku wasn’t sure how much time had elapsed since he first arrived by the other Saiyajin’s bedside, but when two onyx eyes lazily opened and met his own, time seemed to stop altogether.

The younger Saiyajin froze as Vegeta’s gaze bore into him. He didn’t know how to read the expression the older man held. He wasn’t angry, or confused… he just watched him. It made Goku shiver.

And then, as suddenly as those eyes had opened, they slid shut again.

The younger Saiyajin let out the breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding and hesitantly backed away from the bed, casting his mate one last glance before slipping from the room.

**TBC**