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Gone	By : TristaML Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 10329 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Third Chapter

Thoughts were more translucent and faster than ever before, and Goku never thought that was even possible. All the thoughts he was having, he couldn’t be certain of anything other than what he could prove, and the only thing he could prove at the moment is the very physical Vegeta in front of him, and even that didn’t make any sense. He could swear he could read Vegeta’s emotions, he knew that his Saiyan counterpart was in no way going to harm him and was feeling just as exhilarated as he was. There was comfort now with Vegeta that he'd never felt with anyone, and never expected with him.

For so many years Goku was interested in reaching out to Vegeta, but he never knew what to say to him, so he never tried. Vegeta was always such an ass, he didn't care what anybody thought about him, or any of the things that he did. Vegeta never once apologized for rude, abrasive behavior, defensive and aggressive remarks and body language, and he never said please when he barked an order, which used to be often. It was obvious he didn't feel like he had to answer to anybody, and the only person who could ever make him answer to him is, well, Goku. He had never desired for Vegeta to change himself or submit to him, but would he?

Goku wondered all these years why he had such an inkling to be near the other Saiyan, though he never gave in to those thoughts. Sitting at home, or even when he was enjoying his time outside, for some reason Vegeta always popped into his head out of nowhere. He couldn't stop it from happening ever since they met. At first he didn't notice he was thinking about Vegeta all too often, it had been natural to think about Vegeta back when he was training to defeat him under King Ki, or when he wasn't sure whose side he was on during the battles on Planet Namek. Even when he stayed away he thought about Vegeta those long eight years, no, he wasn't lying earlier. He found himself gazing at him from the stars from time to time, not quite understanding his draw of attention to him or thinking about anything in particular.

When he came back to Earth and was able to stay and live again he honestly thought he'd try to spend some time with Vegeta. He knew that he wanted to, but every visit with him was so unpleasant. He found himself throwing out the idea the very moment it crept back into his mind over and over and over again. There were times when he would go so far as to even visit Bulma, but the nervousness he felt when he thought about how Vegeta would react to a visit from him stopped him from ever actually seeing the hothead. He'd have a cake or two and disappear the moment he knew Vegeta was approaching. Sometimes, Vegeta would come to his house in search of him and he, who was there, would leave. Chi Chi would begrudgingly tell Vegeta to hold on then come back to say she couldn't find him to find Vegeta already departing her home.

Now, still intrigued by just how otherworldly his world seems, he wondered still why he needed to see Vegeta. What was the point of all this? What's with the change? Why was he unable to stop himself from wanting this experience?

Tugging down on the prince's hair Kakarot threw his head back and roared, his whole body tightening and aching. He could tell he was losing the form he held, and fast, it was almost too much for him, too soon. Goku released his hold on Vegeta's hair after pulling his head backwards, hypnotized by the strong sensual neck exposed in front of him, sensing Vegeta's pants. He then dragged his sharp nails along Vegeta's back, all the way down his spine. Goku never knew he was interested in seeing Vegeta this way, but now that he was...

Shocks tingled through the smaller man's body. It had been such a long time since Vegeta was touched in such a way, he had to admit, he missed it. The prince, who had been so awestruck by the fact that he had finally had a chance to kiss Kakarot and was now being handled by him, snapped out of his stupor just in time to throw the younger Saiyan to the ground. Had he attempted to bite his neck? He was caught by surprise, he sincerely hadn't thought that Kakarot would try to better him, he is after all, far more the alpha male than Goku. Vegeta took off only to fall to the ground after taking barely a step once Kakarot had latched onto his foot. He kicked Goku square in the face as the younger Saiyan brought him down to his level and attempted to crawl upon his body. Goku succeeded in getting Vegeta trapped beneath him, and was grinning an uncultivated grin as he leaned in, taking in the scent that was driving him so wild.

He hadn't considered to himself yet why he had tried to sink his fangs into Vegeta, or why he was feeling this uncontrollable and undeniable desire to be deep inside of him. Goku felt his heart pounding in his chest, and the closer he got to Vegeta, the more frenzied he felt his mind getting. Like an electrical unit going on the fritz. He pressed their bodies together, gazing into Vegeta's eyes, expecting, wanting, and desiring what he was incapable of saying.

Wondering why he let himself be put into this position, Vegeta silently damned himself for being so curious, and so weak. His original plan had been to take Kakarot, to fuck Kakarot, and to explain the situation to him later. It must be a delayed reaction in him that he's succumbing to the other's domineering attempts. You would have thought it was Vegeta's first rut, and he was the one who was in need of being tied down and restricted. Relaxing, like an idiot, beneath Kakarot's enjoyably heavy body, he felt their bodies meld together quite nicely and he played with the soft hairs on the nape of Kakarot's neck, feeling at such ease he couldn't explain it.

There was something different about the way that Goku carries himself. Even in such an altered state, Vegeta could tell he was still in some significant amount of control. Vegeta figured that since this experience was happening so much later in Kakarot's life than it is meant to, that he is more capable of recognizing in himself the subtle changes, and perhaps he can channel his desires and his energies to work for him, instead of against him or controlling him. Kakarot pressed his lips to Vegeta's and worked his tongue inside, it wasn't but a moment before Vegeta heard him growling through the kiss.

Of course, there he was, the only person who would come at a time like this, and the wrong person to be here. Kakarot was looking at his own son with such a fierce intent on attack; Gohan was a little bit more than confused.

"What did you do to my, Dad, Vegeta?" Gohan was twenty three now but that face, a true angelic face. His eyebrows were turned down and upward, that pouty look he used to make back when Vegeta first met him, his eyes were still shining so brightly, even if it was a flame of fierce hatred that lit them.

Kakarot launched high into the air, his body sprawled out, planning a full on collision with his oldest child. Vegeta touched off the ground and tackled Gohan out of the way, he sneered at him, "Leave this place, you idiot! I said go, NOW!" The glare he got from the child was not the first, and he expected not the last, but Gohan took off nonetheless, alarm in his eyes when Vegeta bore his fangs at him.

Goku had created a hole in the ground where Gohan had been standing and he turned to launch off in another attack. But before Kakarot's feet left the ground he lost the form he was holding and stumbled forward, passing out into the rubble. Gohan sensed his father lose the energy and came racing back to his side, getting there before even Vegeta could reach him.

"Get back!" Gohan picked up his father, throwing him over his shoulder, "Don't follow me."

Vegeta's eye twitched as he struggled to hold the form until the boy was gone. Gohan took his time glaring down the prince, wondering no doubt about why he looks the way he does and smells so delicious. "I don't know what you did to my Dad, but if you do it again-"

"(Ww)hat?" The first part of the word was but a growl as he interrupted, "What will you do, Gohan?" his deep voice rumbled. Talking was draining him, but watching the child be so foolish was far worse. "Your father came to me. Ask him when he wakes. In time, you too will come to me, or my child." Gohan turned as Vegeta spoke to him, not being able to look him directly in the eyes as he said words that frightened, but excited and repulsed him. He didn't turn quick enough to escape the smirk on the handsome alien's face, though. He took off into the sky, causing the dust of the newly formed crater to scatter in strong waves around the worn out, lone Saiyan.

But Vegeta wasn't alone, apparently the show wasn't over. He let himself drop the form and resisted sitting on the ground. He put his hands on his knees, bending low to regain his breath quietly as Piccolo spoke to him hovering from far above and behind, "What was all that about?"

"Did anybody ever tell you you're nosy?" Vegeta was in no mood, he wiped his hands off on his pants, trying to look somewhat dignified.

"I couldn't help but notice the two of you travel back and forth from one end of the Earth to another, your ki's fluctuating suspiciously, plus you didn't even look the same. That's probably the same reason that Gohan stopped by, ne? It's not nosy when you make it everyone's business," Piccolo touched ground close to Vegeta, stepping closer still, probably to get a better look, as though he hadn't seen what he'd just seen for himself. "I didn't know you Saiyan's had another type of transformation."

"Well now you do. Store that in your mental logbook of random information about other species, perhaps it will be useful to you later on," Vegeta sneered, quickly feeling like himself again, although he was starving. "What's it to you?"

"What type of transformation is it? What are you capable of during that time period? Goku didn't seem to be having a bad time, but then again he didn't really seem like himself either. And I think it's high time you explain to me what this thing is between you and Gohan," Piccolo crossed his arms as he stood in front of Vegeta, expecting some real answers.

Vegeta looked curiously at the Namek, interested in telling him just for the sake of hearing what he had to say about it. Finding it strange that the Namek was interested in the first place, Vegeta laughed and said, "It's not that type of transformation, and yes I would say Kakarot was enjoying himself," he laughed again, "as for Gohan, I can't be sure what's got him spooked this time," Vegeta couldn't help but laugh at that as well.

"That's not funny," Piccolo uncrossed his arms and attempted to hover over Vegeta. Had this been any other duel out perhaps it would have worked, Vegeta's 5'8" against Piccolo's 7 feet height isn't exactly any type of a match up but Vegeta continued to snicker as his thoughts behooved him, bringing a hand up to his lips to hide his crooked smile.

"I'm hungry Namek, and since you don't eat I won't bother to invite you to feast with me," he hovered above the ground gaining air as he spoke, looking down at him within seconds, "Perhaps we'll continue this conversation later, at a point in which I choose the timing of."

"Bastard," Piccolo barely got in before Vegeta took off and touched down in front of Capsule Corporation a moment later.

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                "Dad, are you alright?" Gohan finally shook his father out of his coma after putting him into shower and getting him to a bed, none of which Goku remembered. Gohan was troubled to say the least at the way his father was acting. At first he had been practically begging to see Vegeta again, deliriously crying out that it hurt and asking where Vegeta went. Gohan slapped him and told him to snap out of it, that he didn't need Vegeta. It was so strange to see his father shivering, out of it, weak, even if only momentarily. And there didn't seem to be any reason to it. No cuts, no bruises. It didn't make any sense when Gohan thought about it.

                Vegeta made him sick, truly, sick to his stomach, sick in his head. He knew that it all started for him when he first met Vegeta. He didn't like him, being six years old and scared shitless of him doesn't help Vegeta's case, either way; Vegeta would have to work for Gohan's approval right off the rip. No one threatens your planet and beats up everyone you know and then gets to ride shotgun in your convertible, right?

                But no matter how evil he was, he perplexed Gohan. Vegeta waited out in the middle of a desert in a place he'd never been to, with absolutely nothing to do, for hours just to see if Goku was going to show up to fight him. He could have destroyed them all, blown up the whole planet and been done with it. Vegeta laughed when his own partner was made fun of. (A/N Gohan said he had stinky toenails and Vegeta busted out laughing- does anyone remember that?) Vegeta was so convincing and so conniving and so different from all the other enemies he had met before. Vegeta had personality.

                There were so many things that Gohan for some reason had always felt awkward about with him but the worst of it is because of what happened on planet Namek. Right after Gohan had gotten out of the water and hid the four star ball, Vegeta stopped by, looking for it. He leaned down, putting his hand on Gohan's cheek, speaking to him about brotherly love and looking out for one another; time froze for Gohan in that instant. Seven or eight years old by now, Gohan knew a feeling when he felt one and he had felt one. Something was stirred inside of him that day at that moment. He didn't know about the love between a man and a woman much less any of the other options, but for those brief moments, Gohan was introduced to more than he was ready for.

                And it wasn't just on one level that he had been so influenced. Gohan could tell the difference between the skin of his father's hand and the skin of his mother's, and Vegeta's skin felt more natural to him. Something about looking in his eyes made him feel like he was looking at something familiar. Something about how comfortable he felt every time he smelled Vegeta, though Vegeta himself did not make him comfortable at all.

                It wasn't just the fact that Vegeta had introduced him to what his mother would call an "abomination," his sexual nature, and it wasn't just the fact that Vegeta had proven to him what he would have never dreamed, that he was alien, and that this home was not his home. In some way, he felt like his fairytale life was ripped right out from under him. His whole world was turned upside down and full of questions and doubts and intrigues. It was the fact that Vegeta could set everything straight, Vegeta could be a mentor, Vegeta could be helpful, if he wanted to.

                Of course two seconds after this so-called "moment" Vegeta punched Gohan in the stomach so hard he doubled over and lost his breath and then the man took off into the air laughing. Vegeta struck Gohan as a disturbing individual. Gohan didn't understand how you could be so flighty, so flip-flop, so bipolar, so manipulative! Perhaps it was a semi-traumatic experience for the young Saiyan, finding love then getting crushed in 1.7 seconds sucks. He realized early on he would never know what to expect from Vegeta. No one ever knew what to expect from Vegeta. Now after all these years, hiding from his mother, like his father, just how different he really is, it's hard not to feel exhausted. And watching Vegeta be himself is almost as irritating. He can't understand his twisted interest in this stunning man who is supposedly his Prince.

                "Dad," he said again, wiping his father's forehead gently.

                He reminded Goku so much of Chi Chi sometimes, the way he held the cold washcloth in his hand, that worried look on his face. "I'm fine Gohan," Goku said and smiled, sitting up. Life was normal again, but his head was throbbing and his stomach was growling. "You hungry?"

                He quickly got out of bed and dressed himself, noticing that Gohan must have already put him in one of the recovery chambers, he wondered how long he was out when he realized they weren't at Bulma's, they were at his wife's house. Chi Chi was out shopping for groceries, so she wouldn't be home for a while, Goku would have to go hunting for lunch, or dinner, whichever it was at this point in time. He started walking through the house to the front door, never one to waste time when it comes to food, his eldest son following him closely.

                "Dad," Gohan tried to stop him, but Goku took off into the air, Gohan could almost see the smile on his face. Gohan flew, catching up to his father, who asked him if he wanted fish. "Dad, don't you think you should lie down for a minute?"

                Goku looked at his son, wondering why he would ever say such a thing like that to him. "Of course not, Gohan, I feel fine," he laughed, “What's the matter?"

                "Well don't you think you should tell me what's going on?" Gohan wanted to swallow the lump in his throat as he spoke but couldn't bring himself to do it. It was hard to look his father in the face when having such a conversation with him. Not that he thought his father the idiot everyone put him out there for, just that he'd never had his father there to talk about anything of a personal matter, and now he was invading his Dad's privacy. However, a part of him felt natural about it, like there was nothing to be ashamed of, like there was no reason not to communicate on it. (Perhaps it was what Vegeta had said to him right before he left, that made him subconsciously feel that he needed to know.)

                Gohan didn't know what was going on or what happened. He knew he saw two people who resembled his father on top of Vegeta, kissing him. That he was still having a hard time wrapping his mind around, having never seen either one of them show any sort of interest in the other whatsoever. If he had to analyze his own mental capacity of the situation he would have to say that it probably hasn't even sunk in yet. If any other of the Z fighters had seen when he'd seen they'd be calling a meeting to discuss what the hell was going on.

                That is, everyone except Piccolo. Piccolo was someone that Gohan could go talk to, he saw more of it that Gohan did.

                "I don't have any answers for ya' Gohan. Sorry," Goku answered honestly, "I was out by this lake, all the sudden Vegeta was there, and," he paused, "He said it was something that every Saiyan goes through, and I don't think it's over," he abruptly let go of his energy and dropped to the ground near water.

                Gohan followed surprised he was still being surprised by all of this. Goku didn't seem to have a problem talking to his son, and Gohan believed him when he said he didn't know. He touched ground and watched as his father took his shirt off, the same joy in his heart as ever. Gohan decided as long as his dad was okay he wasn't going to press too hard for information all at once. Besides, it still has to all sink in for him.
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