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By : Vegetaswriter
Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male
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Bitter sweet

          A cool, sultry voice called to him, awakening him from his restful sleep, the voice drone out by the sounds of a 90’s techno song, which his secret lover adored. Vegeta smirked; the sly little devil set up his alarm while he slept.

            It’s been a long time since he found himself sleeping in, usually his routine consist of waking before dawn to get in a hour of training before he took care of his wife. The satisfied hum in his body from last nights activates dissipated instantly upon the thoughts of his woman; his wife. He would always find himself consumed with shame and regrets instantaneously, how could he do this to a woman he loved, a woman whom stuck by him through the years of emotional neglect and verbal abuse, she stood steadfast beside him, forgave him at every turn, and loved him. He, Prince Vegeta killer and destroyer of worlds, a man whom didn’t deserve anything she gave willingly and openly. She gave him a son, a daughter, a home, and most of all she respected and loved him; and this is how he repays her, after all of these years.

            They spent almost 40 years together, which the beginning 10 was hell for her; but still she soldiered on. Then the last 30 years he done anything and everything he could to make up for his stupidity and pig headedness, finally opening his eyes after Buu. He cut back on training, spent more time with the family, going out to picnics, being around for the gatherings, and giving a helping hand with Bra. He even tried to be that male positive role model for his children, being everything a good father is. And now this is her repayment…

            Countless sleepless nights alone he warred with himself, he hated himself then, the wrongs he was doing to her, and yet he would argue that he was still a man, a man that was still in his prime, he had needs, needs his wife could no longer help with. Still, he knew it wasn’t right, he should never run to another while his wife still lives; infidelity, adultery, wrong, it was all wrong; yet he couldn’t stop himself. It wasn’t as if he raced off and openly looked for an affair, it found him in the most aggressive persuasive form there is.

            It was three years, four months, and six days since he was able to talk to his wife before her brilliant mind left her. But it started much earlier than that, in her early sixties actually, it was only small things then, and he didn’t take too much notice. She started leaving milk in the cupboards, Vegeta found towels in his drawers and his clothes in the bathroom cabinet; a few times he just thought his woman was playing tricks on him, but instead she would frown, convinced he was doing it himself just to seek an argument. He only became very concern when she started to have those moments, a moment in time where she would stop and stare at nothing at all for lengthy periods of time.

            Of course his woman was as hot headed and stubborn as himself, and she refused to believe it was anything at all, entirely convinced she didn’t need to seek out help over this. He would shout and scream, kick up a fuss worthy of a toddlers tantrum, but she wouldn’t be swayed, refuse his concerns, and he would give in.

            It was a year later on that he got his way, but unfortunately the illness was un- repairable. He awoke to the sounds of light sobbing, she was sitting on the side of the bed, her shoulders shaking, his concern grew for his wife and asked what was wrong with her while moving to her side. In her hands was the picture of their children, what she had said sent a cold chill down his spine and froze his heart with fear, ‘I don’t know them at all, I feel like I should’ and when those blue eyes locked onto his own he held his breath, ‘I don’t know who you are either, should I know you?’

            He wasn’t too prideful to admit he cried that very day sitting in a waiting area of the hospital full of strangers. The doctor came and explained everything to him, she had Alzheimer’s, along with the higher likely hood of becoming catatonic due to the many years of exposure of chemicals and cigarettes; just like her father. After the hard news, Vegeta kept it to himself mostly for a good year, taking charge of her care, and never spoke about it to anyone else, even his own children had to find out by doing a surprise visit from their own lives. He knew he messed up by not telling them, and they did resent him for not giving them the important information about their mother, but he just didn’t have the heart to say it, admit it to himself that he was loosing his wife.

            In time Bulma’s condition worsen, just as the doctor expected, and he became drained, emotionally and physically. He would care for her 24/7, simple daily functions done without thought became a momentum task; he was there. But even a Saiyan can become worn down, and his children hired a live-in personal support worker with extensive nursing experience, so he could have a break, in the end he still found himself doing most of the work, not because the woman didn’t know how or wouldn’t, he did it because he wanted to. She deserved her Prince at her beck and call, catering to her. The sight of her now sends him in a depression, she is weak, frail, old; how else was a 78 year old sick woman suppose to look like.

            He was breaking down, chipping away, aging; unable to open up to anyone for his own emotional support through this, he neglected his baser needs, ensuring his wife was comfortable. That’s when he came barrelling back into his life, as a very direct and mature adult; Goten.

            He remembered the boy he once was, tagging along with his own son, creating mischief, young and naïve just like his father. He being the only full blooded Saiyan left felt the need to help guide this child to be better; maybe he just felt a connection to the boy since he was always around; hell he practically lived there until he was a young adult. When Trunks left, so did Goten, both growing up, separating to live their own lives; it had been years since he saw the boy, and when he came Vegeta found it hard pressed not to realize this boy wasn’t a boy any longer.

            He showed up, dressed very Un-Goten like, tight fitting clothing, and a devilish smile, he showed up as a man. The soul purpose of the visit was even stranger; Goten came to see him, no-one else, just him. He catered to the man as any host would a guest, offered coffee, talked about old times, the news of today, and how each were doing, Goten cracked jokes about his ‘old’ age and would hum his awe of his looks, yeah he looked damn good for an 80 year old man, strangers wouldn’t think him any older than early thirties, the Saiyans longer life-spans, a gift and curse.

            After a month of these daily short visits, Goten came on in, wearing an outfit his woman would defiantly call trashy, a men’s pair of tight black short shorts and his sneakers, nothing else at all. Goten’s claim of a simple spar wasn’t what he had in mind. Instead the little devil was doing his best to work him up intentionally, brushing his body against his, hand skimming over his manhood as an ‘accident’, it was only when Vegeta stopped it, unable to cope with the ‘unintentional’ touches, did Goten bounced. He tackled him down to the ground assaulting him with bruising kisses, groping his cock through the spandex bringing it to full attention. For Vegeta’s defence, and peace of mind, he did try to stop Goten, and he put up one hell of a fight; but after nearly twelve years of no physical contact and sexual gratification takes a toll on a man.

Needlessly to say he gave in, tearing the form fitting shorts off the man’s ass, palming it, breathing harshly through his nose he fumbled with his own pants like a virgin. Sheathing his cock deep within the recesses of that tight hole nearly made him cry from the sheer need he had been neglecting; the hurt, and his sick elderly wife long gone from his thoughts in that moment alone, he was free, no longer weighed down by the pain of reality. He took everything out on the willing body below him, slamming into the warmth, loosing himself with each stroke backward, moaning like a newbie on his first sexual experience. He didn’t stop, uncaring if his partner was in pain; the friction surrounding his thick girth was far too superior he literally fucked the man below him into the hard ground below. With a mighty roar of satisfaction his vision blanked, and all he knew was the violent shudders came from him, with glossy eyes he realized he was silently weeping. His heart sunk to his very feet, his release was bitter sweet; the heavy guilt and gratification warred equally.

            Now to this day he broods, and mopes, the burden of his actions tearing him apart from the inside out; how dare he touch his own wife with his filthy hands, hands that groped and felt another in ways it should have not. How could he give his wife a kiss on the cheek each morning and say he loved her, when not too long ago those very lips wrapped around a pulsing cock… and still he never stopped.

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Mjmusiclover: Thank you so much my loyal reviewer xoxo. I hope you enjoy further daily chapters.

Cara2012: Awe *blushes* thank you, and it is the best month ever I was born this month!! Muahahah okay that put me in a very negative light… I’m really not that egotistical! I just try to be funny damnit… I’ll stop now lol Thank you for reviewing, always good to hear from you.

Animeslave19: Thank you for reviewing XD, I know what you mean, I think almost everyone says that, now on the actual day I want something a dinner, maybe a movie you know, something!:D.I am sad to hear that, I think you are a great writer, but I do understand what you mean at the same time, and don’t wallow in self pity, you’re a spunky fangal, keep your head up and smiles wide! Now for your review:Oh yes indeed I do love my blue haired Brolly mmmmmmmmmmmmm *Drool* I am a big fan of Brolly and Vegeta pairings, they are rare; and I believe I know why! It’s so damn hard to actually make a fic flow and work perfectly with these two without it becoming redundant with others, we pretty much have to make everything up as we go along due to the fact we get so little and there is no interaction between the two, since Brolly in the movie is more like a zombie than anything else. I keep looking at Freedom of the Night and it seems more like a daunting task then a fic of my two fav characters. Damn! One-shots do work very well though. I would love to see a chapter fic of these two, hell I would love to see a one-shot posted this month, a great b-day present *wink wink nudge nudge to any readers reading this*. Any takers? I do have high hopes lol And oh yes, big thick slices of Lemon pies are in order, I think I held it off long enough, this dirty dirty mind has been conjuring!

Thank you all for rating and reviewing, hope to see many more in the future! As always. V.W
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Daily prizes	By : Vegetaswriter Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3552 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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