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All of My Hate	By : TristaML Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 7494 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Part
III
::: Emotions and Intentions :::

   Goku only does what comes natural to him with Vegeta. Vegeta seems to warrant that from him. He is just as forgone watching the fire in silence with him now as he is grabbing him by the cock and gently squeezing his balls. Looking him in the eyes afterwards, he'll never be able to think of anything but the intimacy between them. They smolder and they taunt. It's hard not to want to pull him in by the neck and bring him to a biting kiss.
   Instead Goku leans in and kisses Vegeta's neck as the light from the fire dances in Vegeta's eyes. Over and over again he tastes his skin, each time in a slightly different way, in a slightly different spot. Getting this close to him and touching him so openly turns him on. He can't help it as he goes for his lips, smoothing over them with his. Vegeta turns his head to allow this and they open their mouths to each other, slowly exploring. Goku runs his hands down the front of Vegeta's chest, twisting a nipple but not lingering very long. He can feel Vegeta stretching beneath his touch, arching his ass closer to Goku's hips. Goku grinds forward, clutching onto him, wanting more.
   Vegeta smirks and gets onto his knees and then guides Kakarot beneath him by the shoulder. Goku relaxes as much as he can, finding the anticipation enough to make him edgy. Vegeta finds his way between Goku's legs and then resumes their kiss. Goku moans and spreads his legs further as Vegeta gently rubs the skin below his balls and toys with his opening. Goku closes his eyes and hears Vegeta say, "You're so sexy." He blushes, opens his eyes to watch, and grips Vegeta's shoulder as a finger enters him.
   Vegeta kisses him slowly, listening to the small noises coming out of his mouth. He moves his mouth to Goku's neck, biting gingerly as he pushes in and out, hearing half-stifled gasps come out of Goku's mouth. Vegeta adds another finger and Goku arches his back a little, feeling so much he can't focus. Vegeta grabs onto one of his legs and pushes it upward to allow him more acces. Goku lets him, stroking his upper back, his chest- any skin he can reach. Vegeta doesn't stop pushing in and out, watching for the next signal.
   Goku looks up at him, now using his hips to match the movements inside of him. Vegeta pulls out slowly to make room for the main event. Goku's pursed lips and almost concerned stare coax Vegeta on. As he presses himself against Kakarot's entrance, Goku attempts to help guide him through. Vegeta allows Kakarot to work his tip against him, eventually hitching his breath as it breaches.
   Vegeta leans in again and takes his lips for the umpteenth time. The simple gesture of a kiss has never been so powerful to Goku. He can't stop from wanting to taste more of his mouth as he's slowly being filled, Vegeta pushing forward as he presses back. He leans back into the floor and Vegeta pulls away, giving his bottom lip a playful tug. He gives Vegeta a one-over, then gasps as the Prince pushed in, then pulls back before placing himself inside as deep as he can.
   Vegeta's hand meets his face and he says, "You're so tight." Goku's eyes close. He kisses his hand and smiles up at him and Vegeta smiles back. It is small and a little crooked, but charming. Behind Vegeta's eyes is more than lust, but it's hard to be sure. There's no trace of abashment or uncertainty. He moves and toys with Goku's body so personally. It's the heat of a man, emblazoned in his passions, but more than that. It becomes hard to think with all the sensation of Vegeta's skin and skill being used on him, his breath on his body, and his scent strong around him. Goku wonders what it would be like to have a tail during all of this.
   He knows he cries out more than he probably should, but the deeper and harder Vegeta goes the louder he yells, until they hit a rhythm, and then Goku's moans match in beat to Vegeta's thrusts. Their eyes meet, and it's hard to look away without saying something and he whispers, "Vegeta..." in between his soft whimpers.
   Vegeta pays attention to what makes Goku squirm and takes advantage of it. He asks him direct questions [Does that feel good?] and it's flustering to answer for Goku, but he responds, in spite of his embarrassment [Yes, Yes!]. He realizes that Vegeta is asking only to hear it confirmed, he didn't doubt or seem to care if it's true. Still, it is.
   Vegeta pulls out and tells Kakarot to get on his knees, "Let me see your beautiful ass." Once in position he pulls him backwards by the hips and sets himself against his entrance. He slowly sinks in, moaning out in pleasure. Goku rocks hard against him and reaches back, helping spread himself further for Vegeta. Vegeta angles his cock deeper and moans quietly as Goku yelps and loses concentration once again. Goku enjoys Vegeta taking him from behind, especially now, with Vegeta's hand on his cock, pumping just right.
   They're tired, this being the later of several rounds. Normally they would keep going, but once Kakarot came into Vegeta's hand, Vegeta's more than ready and pulls out, releasing onto his ass.
   After they finish, Vegeta gets up, bites Goku's ass playfully and grabs a towel to wipe his seed off of him, smiling and joking with him. He never cums inside of him, even after two years.
   ::: Stupidity :::
   Gohan decides to walk home after a swim in the lakes a few miles away from home. He didn't think of it until just now, but he sometimes reminds himself of his father, going off to do some wilderness exploring and then swimming practically all day. He could remember just a few short years ago, when he first found himself stranded outdoors with Piccolo. It's those moments which most shaped his present as he thinks about his future. Only ten, he still has the presence in mind to wonder how he could become so much like someone who has been gone for so long in his life. He figured, though, that it is better than becoming something else; his father is very beloved.
   He suddenly found himself wishing to see his Dad more than anything right now. He decided it wouldn't be too bad of an idea to seek him out. He would be disturbing his training with Piccolo, but he figured a few hours isn't too much to ask for.
   Upon heading his way he thought about what he would say. He really couldn't think of anything important, so maybe he'll just ask him how he's been. He could almost hear his smiling voice in his head already telling him he's been great. Gohan smiles to himself, finding it funny how simple his father acts when he knows he's more complicated than he leads on.
   A part of him feels that he's being selfish, going off to take time out of his father's day, then again he internally argues that it's just the opposite. If his father had been there in the first place this wouldn't be an issue, he wouldn't feel the need to see him, as he does now. Sometimes the frustration builds to a point that cannot be ignored.
   Gohan wonders more and more on the way to his father what they'll talk about. There's nothing particularly pressing on his mind. He figured, all in all, that time is what he wanted most, not necessarily the deep connection that one might infer from such a spontaneous meeting.
   "We should stop," Piccolo said reluctantly, sweat dripping down his forehead, "I sense Gohan coming."
   "Yeah," Goku nodded, not quite as winded as Piccolo at the moment.
   "He never comes up here..? ... Not since we told him he needed to get some rest," Piccolo wondered.
   "I know," Goku nodded, wondering probably more than Piccolo why Gohan decided to make the journey to him. He turned and looked in the direction of his son's flight moments before Gohan came in to land.
   "Dad!" He cried out happily and ran in for a hug, "Man, I can tell you've gotten stronger!"
   "Thanks, son!" Goku chuckles.
   "It's good to see you," Piccolo nods.
   "You, too," Gohan smiled bowing back. He turned to his dad again, "I was sort of wondering if I could borrow you for the day...?" He didn't think anything else needed to be said.
   "Sure thing, Gohan," Goku smiled, "Piccolo," he saw him nodding in understanding, "I'll catch up with you later." He turned to Gohan, "Let's go!"
   While sifting through the air they caught up on all the custom sentiments before falling into a short silence. Gohan said, "I think we should go get some food...?"
   Goku smiled, "Sounds great!"
   As they neared the closest water supply Goku began taking off his clothing. Somehow it all managed to land right beside the water, instead of in it. Gohan did the same.

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   What type of father have I been? Not a very good one if my son feels the need to surprise me with a visit. While I appreciate the new company, I'd rather still be training. Although, I guess I could use a break.
   I can only wonder what Gohan has to say to me. He hasn't said much this whole time we've been hunting and eating and, well, I don't have much to say to him. Every time I think of something to talk about, I reconsider.
   "Hey, Dad," Gohan interrupts my thoughts as we finally settle down in the lake, cleaning off after cooking and eating.
   I glance over at him "Yeah?" I sound chipper and I'm sure I look it, but for once I don't think he would notice if things were otherwise. He looks more distracted than I do most of the time.
   "Do you ever think back on what things were like... before Raditz and Vegeta ever came?" Gohan looks at me openly and honestly.
   I can't help but laugh and say, "You have no idea what things were like before Raditz got here." I realize too late that I may have sounded condescending, but my life has always been full of crazy adventures. Come to think of it, so has his. I continued, "I think Raditz coming here was one of the best things that ever happened to me. I never would have died and met King Kai. Ha, I never would have left the planet had it not been for him and Vegeta," I smiled in good spirits thinking back on it all, "I know so much more, now, about myself, about other people, and why things are the way that they are."
   "But, Dad," Gohan interjects, "the Saiyans, they're gone. I mean, Piccolo got to meet his people and see his home planet. We'll never be able to do that." Gohan shifts positions in the water before saying, "Vegeta..."
   "What about Vegeta?" I asked quickly, curiosity masking my true emotional turmoil in hearing the name. When Gohan doesn't immediately answer I add, "Vegeta hasn't seemed to be too torn up about losing his people. I think he cares more about his strength than anything. Why should you care about the Saiyan race, anyways? King Kai said that they were all just like Frieza," I could feel my eyebrows knitting together as I continued, "They were ruthless killers."
   "Did you listen to anything Vegeta said that day?" Gohan wondered aloud, "Vegeta said that things weren't always like that. Frieza made the Saiyans into his own personal army-"
   "What does it matter?" I stopped him. "It will never change."
   Gohan looked at me strangely before asking, "Have you ever talked to Vegeta about his past?"
   I don't know how to answer that question and my voice became very small as I stated, "I barely talk to Vegeta at all, son." We both remained silent for a few moments until I couldn't help but adding, "He's very angry with me."
   Gohan shook his head, "He's not, not really."
   "Gohan," I frowned involuntarily. [What does he know?] I don't want to continue this conversation with my son.
   He looks into the water, shakes his head and says, "Did you ever think that Vegeta's angry at you because you act like you don't need him?" After a moment I could see Gohan mind warring with him about how to change what he'd just said. He finally corrected himself with, "I think Vegeta would like more to have you around than ignore him, but he would never tell you that."
   "Gohan," I shook my head, "I don't think..."
   He huffed and looked hard at me, "I'm trying to say that, of all the things that have happened in your life, don't you think Vegeta's the most important?" Gohan chuckled quietly at himself and whispered, "I'm not saying it right."
   I couldn't respond. I'm at a loss for words. I am interested in Vegeta, but that's none of Gohan's business and it's clearly not obvious.
   Gohan is surely wondering why I have yet to respond, but he goes on to say, "You're just like him, you know. All the two of you ever think about is strength, but," he pauses, "Vegeta has learned a different type of strength than you."
   I can sense a change in Gohan's attitude, and it's directed at me. He pulls himself out of the water and begins drying off quickly. As he's dressing he grumbles something incoherent and I don't have the heart to ask him to repeat it. He turns to me and says, "All I ever wanted for so long was to see you again and have you at home with me and mom."
   "We are family, Gohan," I say, saddened by that comment. I begin to make my way out of the water and I tell him, "I missed you while I was gone, but I feel that what I'm doing is the right thing to do. It's instinctual for me to train and push myself. If I had never started my training under Master Roshi, what would have become of the Earth?" Gohan doesn't answer me, knowing there is nothing to say. I add, "I have to do what makes me happy."
   "Do you ever get lonely?" Gohan asks me suddenly.
   "Gohan!" exasperated, I had to pause, "Why is this so important right now? Did you come all the way out here to talk about Vegeta?" I turned away from my son, getting dressed myself, and tell him, "I don't want to talk about him." I sigh and turn back to him, "I'm sorry that I haven't been there for you. I thought you'd understand."
   "Understand?" Gohan almost laughed piteously, but kept any other comments to himself.
   I walk up to him and put my hand on his shoulder, "I am sorry."
   Gohan found himself at a loss for words. He wondered if he should try to make his father listen to him some more, but it just didn't seem that Goku was going to give him the time of day. He kept interrupting him and telling him he doesn't want to talk about it.
   Gohan saw something in his father, something in the way he's been trying to dismiss everything he's been saying. It dawned on him that maybe he is upset about something and maybe he's given up on trying to do something about it.
   ::: The Good in Bad :::

   Anger became more prominent in Prince Vegeta every day, even at the young age of fourteen. Raditz could see it, but feared he could do nothing about it. What could he say to his Prince to make things better? The best thing to do is to accept things as the way they are. After all, their predicament isn't so bad. Lord Frieza may control their lives but at least they live.
   Raditz has gone in silence a long time about his younger brother, even keeping the information from his Commander, Nappa. He knew there would be an appropriate time and place to discuss such events and hoped secretly for some news on his brother, but the universe remained quiet on the matter. Until the time came he determined his job would be to teach the Prince how to endure.
   He knew that the former King relied on him greatly as far as the upbringing of Prince Vegeta was concerned. Nappa is far too simple to take on such a task and the King wished for a certain amount of... tenderness to be bestowed upon the child. Raditz didn't mean to take things as far as they have gone, but he would never regret his impulsive decision to bed the teenager. Their closeness could only result in such an action, anyways, and at least this way Vegeta will never feel completely taken advantage of. Raditz cares for him and, in his own way, loves him very deeply. Vegeta would eventually learn that everything Raditz ever did was for his own good.
   His pride, though, his ridiculously jacked-up pride would no doubt be his down-fall if Raditz could not find a way to curb it. The young man had the praise of Lord Frieza and the respect of his acquaintances, yet he was no where close to the power that it would take to destroy their menacing, lizard over-lord. Raditz knew and remembered well the power-levels of his father and the King, and many other of their top fighters on Vegeta-sai, and the Prince has yet to even come close to those levels, and even they were not enough. As hard as he tries to keep his Prince focused on simply becoming a stronger and more talented fighter, Vegeta's true goal is the only thought that burns with enough desire to push him forward. His hatred, Raditz fears, will eventually consume him.
   That is not to say the Raditz has found contentedness through their forced travels in space. In fact, there are many issues that strike a cord with Raditz and Nappa that the young Prince easily dismisses. The young man had certainly acquiesced to his station on Frieza's ship with practiced persuasion, but how long could he keep it up before he loses his composure.
   Raditz tries to connect with the Prince on a deeper level when they're alone, but the forgone look in Vegeta's eyes proves that his stringent and exhausting training leave little emotion or attention left to give to another at the end of the day. Vegeta really only has two options at the end of the day: give up on this game that he's playing with Frieza and his life, or become so good at playing his part that it consumes him. What future is there to hope for after Frieza? What future is there for the last three [four] Saiyans left in the universe?
   Does he think about the future? Raditz wonders, watching closely through the large window as Vegeta trains. No doubt he'll continue until he collapses and someone will have to rush in and save him from an early demise. When he watches his Prince fight, he's reminded of seeing his father in battle- the recklessness and pure intensity of it both inspiring and rattling at the same time. A man would have to be down-right foolish to pit themselves against an opponent who has nothing left to lose.
   "How long has he been at it?"
   Raditz nearly jumped, startled from his thoughts by an all-too-familiar accented voice coming from behind him. "Since he got out of the healing tank, Lord Zarbon," he answered quietly.
   The tall, irregularly handsome man said nothing for the moment, watching with his golden eyes in a muted sense of concern stemming from some oddly found affection. Raditz could see all of this from the reflection of the man behind him, and he could feel a vibration coming off of him, making Raditz's bare skin begin to crawl.
   "I," Raditz began, hesitating, but not wanting to seem shaken, continued quietly, "I was waiting for the right time to intervene."
   It seemed that Zarbon didn't hear him, but a few moments later he reached around Raditz and pressed a button on the console in front of the window, stopping the simulation inside of the room Vegeta was in. He pressed the button to the intercom inside of the chamber, his chest brushing against Raditz's arm, and he said in a clear voice, "Play time is over for now, Prince. Lord Frieza wants to see you." He let go of the button before hearing any reply and stepped away from Raditz, who slowly let out the breath he'd been holding in.
   Vegeta exited the room moments later, bowing at Zarbon and giving Raditz an indiscernible look before following after Frieza's closest henchman.
   Raditz couldn't help but wonder what had come over him in those few moments with Zarbon so close, but shook his head of the memory and retreated to the Saiyan's quarters of the ship to wait for the Prince's return.
   Upon entering their rooms Nappa stood up and questioned him in a gruff but concerned voice, "Where is Prince Vegeta?"
   Raditz looked away, taking off his boots to prepare for a shower, "Frieza sent Zarbon to fetch him. He's speaking with Frieza now."
   "About what?"
   "How should I know?" Raditz snapped, his tail coming unwound from his waist as he began unclasping his armor.
   "What are you doing?"
   He was short with him, "What does it look like? I'm going to take a shower."
   Nappa grunted, eyeing him wearily, "What's gotten into you? If we were on Vegeta-sai you would not be talking to me like this."
   "Well we're not on Vegeta-sai, are we? There is no Vegeta-sai," Raditz growled at him.
   Nappa moved quickly and within a blink of time was in front of him, lifting him up by the remainder of his suit, bringing his face up to him, "You will not speak to me in such a way, with or without the Prince's presence," he breathed threateningly. "Just because King Vegeta decided to make you a part of this company does not make you anything special."
   Raditz, though frightened, knew that Nappa would not fight him, lest they all get in trouble for causing damage to Frieza's ship. He grabbed onto Nappa's hand and began to ease himself out of his hold, saying confidently, "What do you think this is, Nappa? Some sort of temporary situation? That one day things will go back to normal? I was watching over our Prince, and I will not be punished for my grievances."
   With that Nappa did let go, contemplating his words.
   Raditz went on to say, "Besides, the only one doing us any good here is Prince Vegeta. If it weren't for Frieza's obsession with him and the company we provide, what makes you think we would still be alive?" Again, Nappa didn't answer, thinking more on it than he would have liked to as Raditz added, "I do, indeed, have more to offer than you may like to think."
   "What are you talking about?"
   Raditz chuckled, "All in due time."
   "Look, if you're referring to your relations with the Prince, I already suspected it would happen," Nappa almost rolled his eyes, not at all impressed with Raditz' cocky behavior.
   The other Saiyan blushed and retorted, "That is NOT what I was saying!" He calmed down after a moment and explained, "Prince Vegeta... we both care for him, do we not?"
   "Of course!" Nappa frowned at him.
   "Then we must keep him content, as content as he can be in our servitude," Raditz frowned, too, but with much more unsettled sadness than Nappa's hot-head could understand. Raditz eventually sighed, "I do have something I have to tell the both of you, but now is not the right time."
   Nappa eyed him suspiciously. If he hadn't practically watched Raditz grow up and had him in his life for the past twenty years, even before the Prince was born, he may have forced him into talking, but there was something in his eyes that made him think he wasn't ready to discuss whatever it was that was bothering him. No, maybe it was something in his eyes that told him Raditz didn't think that the Prince was ready to hear what he had to say.
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