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Unbeaten Paths	By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4882 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Unbeaten Paths
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-18
- 19-19
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Chapter 4

The first three days were hell. The difference in gravity and air and everything made it almost entirely impossible to even at at Kakarot without feeling some need to beat the crap out of him for not having any outward signs of the �sea sickness� that Ve fel felt. He wisely spent these days without the big baka around, and despite the fact that this made his lover pout like a smile child, it seemed to work out okay.

The next two days were okay. Mundane. Kakarot just wandered around aimlessly and sighed a great deal. He made sure they were headed in the right direction and picked up all the capsules the idiot left laying around after he ate all the food. (No wonder Bulma packed so much food�a bored Kakarot was a eating machine.)

�Veeeeeeegeta,� his dear lover said, �Are we close to anywhere yet?�
�Close to new Namek,� he said.

�What?�

He turned the chair around and looked at Kakarot, who was standing there shell-shocked like he was under the impression that they weren�t going to find and resurrect Radditz. That was the purpose of this voyage after all, first Radditz and then his supposed child if there was actually a child. He assumed that Kakarot would try to make him forget about that goal, but the baka should have realized that he was not capable of making Vegeta forget anything. �New Namek,� he repeated�slower just to pri prick.

�But�you�Vegeta, we�re supposed to go other places first.�

�That was your plan.�

Which made his lover�s mouth fall open. Like this was some sort of divine realization that they weren�t following the baka�s �plan.� He loved Kakarot , lo, loved to be around him, loved to fight him and definitely loved the sex but he wouldn�t trust the baka to come up with a wise plan if his life depended on it. (Anyone remember the fusion idea? Or the �hey lets grab the band and by boys I mean the moron Hercule, Dende and the fucking annoying dog�.)

�Fine.� Kakarot left the room.

Vegeta considered letting him pout. It would be very easy just to turn the chair back to the monitors and put his energy into making sure everything was working okay, but that would be neglecting his already attention starved mate. He closed his eyes and let the smirk spread across his face at the fight that was sure to follow Radditz� resurrection. Oh. It was going to be good. He was truly interested in just what Kakarot�s newly discovered Saiyan side would do his brother the first time Radditz gave him an excuse to.

�HEY!� came the yell from the other room.

He got to his feet and flipped the autopilot back on. Turned the power down in the navigation room and went through the narrow doorway to the �living� side of the ship. (That was it. There were just two real sections, the cockpit/navigation and the living quarters.) Kakarot was pouting still, and sitting on their bed. Glaring at him, but it was just one of those things.

�Poor baby,� he said.

His lover disappeared briefly and reappeared behind him (surprise, surprise) put one of his large arms around him and crushed them close together. �Vegeta, can we fight later?� Bent down and sucked on his neck while he waited for the answer.

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So boredom was making him twitchy. He didn't think that was entirely his fault. So he was silly (or stupid) enough to think that he could even slightly dissuade the great Prince of Saiyans. He was willing to admit when he was wrong. (Sometimes. He found the more Saiyan he became the less wrong he was willing to be.) But he wasn't wrong in this instance. It really was (probably) a pretty darn bad idea to bring back Radditz.

Not that he was worried about his dead brother at the moment. Mostly his concerns dealt with the taste of Vegeta's skin under his and the way his neck was starting to hurt because of how he was leaning over. So he hauled Vegeta up against him (which always annoyed his mate who hated to be reminded he was short) and stumbled over to the bed. The strange gravity in this ship always made his ears ring, but he had been through a lot of changes in gravity in his life and had long since learned to deal with the strangeness.

"And what do you propose we do?" his mate asked, tipped his head to one side and gave him more room to suck on his salty skin. Felt it get hot under his tongue and sucked harder. Vegeta choked back a noise.

A thought struck him, and he pulled back, dropped Vegeta on the bed and looked at him as he moved to sit there and look up at him. "Vegeta," he said, "Radditz is going to come back with a tail isn't he?"

"Yes."

"We are not resurrecting him until I get my tail back first." He sounded like a child. Something akin to a three year old's sense of 'fair.'

Vegeta rolled his eyes at him. "Kakarot we have four days until we get to New Namek. Your tail will regenerate before then."

"Promise?"

He got a glare. "Do I lie?"

So he flashed a toothy grin and felt that familiar thing in his stomach that he associated with his jealousy and he tackled Vegeta, shoved him down onto his back and covered his mouth with his own. Plucked at his clothes until they came off and ran his hands over bare skin.

"You're impossible," Vegeta muttered, dragged himself up higher on the bed where they were more comfortable and pulled Goku's clothes off for him.

"So?"
"Nothing." Then his smaller, sleekly muscled mate twisted under him and ed ted the lube off the place it was velcroed to the wall (Vegeta's idea and quite possibly one of the best ideas he had ever heard.)

He took the lubricant from Vegeta and opened it up, squeezed it out onto his fingers then handed it back, watched Vegeta put it back on the wall and then settle back down on the pillows and the thought struck him hard in the gut.

They were domesticated. They were together. They had been together as a couple for a year, or over a year now. This t the they were doing, it was comfortable, it was normal.

"Wow," he whispered. Looked down at Vegeta, at all of him and smiled. Because he knew this skin, he knew the scars and the feel of it, he knew how the thighs felt on his waist when they parted and took him in.

He ran his left hand up Vegeta's leg and dropped the right down to spread the lubricanainsainst his opening, then into him, heard the gasp and watched Vegeta watching him. Expectantly. Smiled all the broader at him, pressed deeper into him and rubbed his prostate. Felt the tremor pass through him until it reached his face and the eyes closed slightly, teeth clenched hands curled up as his legs opened wider and tilted up. Breath std tod to change, started to catch and get heavy.

So he pulled away and spread the lubricant on his erection, bit his lip and lifted Vegeta's hips up in his large hands. Pushed into Vegeta again and his eyes closed, warmth wrapped around with every inch he sank in until he was seated completely and hardly breathing.

Domesticated maybe, but the familiarity of it didn't change the heat or the grip of the flesh around him, didn't change the feel of the skin under his fingers, the tighteness of the legs around him or the sound of Vegeta's pants. It didn't get boring, it couldn't ever get boring. He felt it every time, that feeling of something so much larger than himself that closed around and gripped him hard in the chest as he opened his eyes again and saw Vegeta, saw his head tipped back and his neck bared, saw the blood-spot he had put there.

Grinned.

Then he started to thrust into Vegeta, pressing deep into him. Let his mouth fall open and the hard pants of his breath, the whimpers and moans, let them all fall from him. Worshiping his mate with the sound of this. Watched him as his head started to rock back and forth. The hands lifted up and touched him, his shoulders, his hair, one hand on his face. The touch of that skin made his burn.

Who fucking cared about Radditz?

Vegeta was his. This was his.

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Goku: *mwhahahaha!*

Vegeta: Oi.

Goku: I own everything!

Vegeta: No. You don't.

Goku: Oh. *looks depressed*

Oi. Haven't been updating. Real life and all that nonsense getting in the way. Real life sucks! *waits for crowd to get rowdy and repeat this. *
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