Possessions | By : CrimsonTide Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 6785 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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“Vegeta?”
“Baka.”
“Vegeta, what’s wrong? You’re acting strange.”
“Mind your own business!”
“Are you mad at me?”
A snarl.
“…Vegeta?”
“Do you take pleasure in annoying the hell out of me, Kakarotto?!”
“Sorry. You just seem---“
A slap.
Shock.
“V---Vegeta?”
“Do as I say and mind your business, baka!”
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A warm embrace.
Another snarl.
A sigh.
“Why are you mad now, Vegeta?”
“I’m not in the mood for you right now.”
Another sigh.
“You never are. Don’t you care about me anymore?”
“Baka. I never said I cared for you.”
A flinch.
A hurt expression.
“You’re a real bastard sometimes, you know that, Vegeta?”
A slamming door.
Silence.
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“Where were you last night?”
“What do you care?”
“Kakarotto!”
“I don’t know what’s been bothering you lately, Vegeta, but I’m tired of it. I’m going to leave for awhile…”
“I don’t think so!”
“Get your hands off me!”
“You are mine! I’ll touch you whenever I want!”
“I’m not property! Stop treating me like I’m no more than a mere possession to you!”
A smirk
“Oh, but you are.”
“I thought I was more to you.”
“Hn.”
Unshed tears.
“I’m leaving.”
A punch.
A black eye.
“You’re not going anywhere!”
Shed tears.
“Kami, Vegeta. What’s happened to you?”
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A whisper in the dark.
“I love you…”
A snorted reply.
“Hn.”
Silence.
“…Vegeta?”
“What, baka?!”
A sigh.
“Never mind.”
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“Vegeta, you’re hurting me!”
“You said you wanted more attention, baka! Just enjoy it!”
“No! This isn’t what I want and you know it! Get off of me!”
“Damn it, Kakarotto! Stop acting like a human! You’re a Saiyajin!”
“That doesn’t make this ok!”
“Fuck! You knew I was no gentle lover when you mated with me!”
“You’re not the Vegeta I mated with, damn it! And right now, ‘lover’ is the last word I’d use to describe you…”
A growl.
A swinging fist.
A cry of pain.
Blood.
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Sobbing.
All the time.
Tears.
Pain.
Sadness.
Fear.
Despair.
Hope.
Love.
“Kakarotto?”
“I love you…”
“Kakarotto!”
“I hate you…”
“Kakarotto?!”
“Goodbye, Vegeta…”
“KAKAROTTO!!”
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“What’s going on in here??!” Bulma shouted as she burst through the laboratory doors.
The alarms on the vital machines attached to Vegeta were screaming their warnings, and it could be heard throughout the entire building.
The others had already gathered and watched in mute horror as the Prince thrashed violently within the enclosed bed. Wires were snapped and pulled away, along with the oxygen tubes.
“Quick! Shut off the gas! He’ll die without the oxygen!” Bulma cried. Gohan immediately dashed away to shut off the valves, but Vegeta’s breaths still came in sharp pants.
“We need to take him out of there right now! He needs fresh air!” the blue haired woman cried as she rushed forward to punch in the code that would release the hatch that sealed the Saiyajin inside.
Piccolo grabbed her before she reached it though. “It’s too dangerous! The ring around his tail was taken off, remember? What if he loses it again?”
“But he’ll die!”
A loud crash silenced everyone, and they turned toward the bed to discover that Goku had smashed his fist through the glass that surrounded the Prince. The younger Saiyajin withdrew his hand, which now had tiny shards of glass embedded into it, and watched as Vegeta’s gasps for air became less labored.
“Goku?” Bulma asked quietly. This was one of the few times the Saiyajin had made an appearance since his arrival at Capsule Corp, and no one was sure how to react to the situation. For a moment no one said a word, and the only sound they could hear was the tinkling of broken glass as it crumbled around the hole Goku had made.
“What happened?” he suddenly asked.
“I… I don’t know. I think he was dreaming… And knocked off the oxygen tubes…” the woman explained.
Goku was silent for a moment as he regarded his mate with expressionless eyes. “I don’t want him to be kept in there anymore…”
Gohan frowned. “Father, Bulma hasn’t finished her research yet. If Vegeta wakes up, he may turn right back into the man who---“
“Open it.” Goku interrupted, motioning toward the keypad that would free the Prince.
Bulma took a hesitant step forward, even as Gohan growled in annoyance. “Are you sure, Goku?”
A nod.
The woman quickly punched in a few numbers and took a step back as the glass lid slowly hissed open. With all the fresh oxygen flowing into his lungs, Vegeta immediately opened his eyes, though he was still only semi-conscious.
Blood was the first scent that filled his senses. Goku’s blood to be exact.
“Goodbye, Vegeta…”
The words echoed in his head and he focused on the blurry image of his mate looking down at him. He slowly reached up toward him.
“Kakarotto…Stay…”
Slowly, Goku reached out with his uninjured hand and took Vegeta’s, squeezing slightly. The small grin that appeared on the Prince’s lips as he closed his eyes again was all the younger Saiyajin needed to confirm that ‘his’ Vegeta wasn’t gone. He couldn’t give up on him.
A smile appeared on Goku’s face as he gently picked the Prince up and cradled him in his arms before turning to leave the room.
A hand on his shoulder stopped him.
“Where are you going with him? You’re not fully recovered. What if he snaps?” Gohan asked, concern sparkling in his eyes.
“I’ll be fine. If I need help, I’ll let you know one way or another. I need to be alone with him for now.”
With that, Goku left the room, then Capsule Corp, then the city altogether; leaving the others to wonder if either one of the Saiyajins would return in one piece.
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Cool air was caressing his slightly feverish skin. That was the first thing he became aware of. Next it was the annoying chirp of several crickets. The hoot of an owl; the buzz of a flying insect of some sort; the steady breathing of a familiar presence.
Vegeta slowly opened his eyes, finally waking from what seemed like an endless slumber filled with nightmares. His vision focused on the sky above him, which was black and speckled with bright stars. A lightning bug flew past, and he followed it with his eyes until he could no longer see it without turning his head. An insect wasn’t worth the effort at the moment.
But something else was. That ki. The owner’s previously steady breathing had hitched, then quickened only slightly. If he hadn’t been listening so keenly, he wouldn’t have noticed.
Vegeta winced as he sat up. His body was stiff, and he stretched in order to get the blood flowing back to his muscles. That breathing pattern changed again, and the prince turned and let his eyes fall upon his mate.
Goku sat several feet away with his eyes locked upon him. His chin was resting in the palms of his hands, and his elbows were propped on his knees. His tail, tightly wrapped in white gauze, sat curled by his side. His position seemed relaxed enough, but the eyes told a different story.
His expression was that of a very tense individual. Ebony orbs told the secrets of their owner. He was hesitant, curious, cautious, hopeful, angry, and maybe even… fearful?
That last emotion caught Vegeta off guard. “Kakarotto?”
The prince’s voice almost seemed to startle the other Saiyajin, though he remained silent.
A feeling of annoyance suddenly filled the older man and he frowned and lashed his tail as he rose to his feet and began to approach Goku.
“Stay where you are.”
Vegeta immediately froze as his mate finally spoke, though that feeling of being annoyed doubled in intensity at the order. How dare he boss him around like that! Third class baka.
Silence lingered as the two Saiyajins watched one another without a word; so the prince was surprised when Goku’s expression hardened and his body tensed.
“You're still not in control of yourself.”
Vegeta frowned in confusion. “What are you talking about?” Again, he moved closer to the other man, but Goku immediately jumped to his feet and took a step away to keep the distance between them. He had an obvious limp in his left leg.
“I said stay where you are!”
The prince growled and balled his hands into fists. “Kakarotto, what the hell is wrong with you?!” A royal tail snapped in irritation.
The younger man’s eyes followed the furry appendage’s movements before returning to those of his mate’s. “Don’t you remember?”
“What?! Remember what?” Vegeta snapped.
Anger flashed across Goku’s face before it was replaced by sadness. “Wh… What you did.”
“What I did?” the prince repeated. His mind reeled. What he did? Right now his mind was nothing more than a thick fog! He had no clue what he did, but he did know that the other Saiyajin was irritating him and his patience with the clown was just about spent.
Goku could see the horrible anger he’d faced for weeks slowly start to re-emerge on the prince’s features, and the terrible fear he’d experienced began to re-emerge as well.
“Vegeta, I need you to agree to let Bulma treat you. Your tail is releasing hormones that are changing you. Bulma can help keep you under control.”
The prince’s eye twitched, and Goku immediately regretted his choice of words.
“Control me, Kakarotto? Baka! No one controls me!” Vegeta snarled. His ki flashed upwards, and Goku tensed to prepare himself for any kind of attack that may be unleashed.
“That’s not what I meant! Help you! She can help you! Don’t you see the change, Vegeta?” the younger man cried, desperately trying to get through to his mate.
“I see no change in myself, Kakarotto. It’s you I see the change in. Kami, you annoy me so easily! I’m beginning to think you do it on purpose; acting like a complete moron! A disgrace to the entire Saiyajin race! Baka! I don’t even remember why I took you as my mate! Was I really THAT bored?”
Goku tried to ignore the stabbing pain his mate’s words inflicted upon him, just as he tried to ignore the unshed tears building in his eyes. “No, Vegeta. You did it for the same reason I accepted you. I love you.”
Vegeta stood in silence for a moment before an expression of amusement appeared on his face. “You think I love you? You? A brain-damaged clown?”
The younger man bit his lip and furrowed his brow. “You don’t mean that.”
“Don’t I?”
Goku was silent for a moment before taking a deep breath to fight down his building emotions. Anger was quickly boiling to the surface, and it took everything he had not to slap that look of amusement from the prince’s face.
“Fine, Vegeta. You don’t love me. Ok. But you need to remember what you did to me. You need to realize what you’ve become and that it can be helped. Bulma and I will be waiting for you.”
With that, Goku turned and began walking away from the prince.
“Don’t you turn your back on me, Kakarotto! KAKAROTTO!”
Vegeta snarled angrily as his demands were ignored, and before he could even register what he was doing, he’d launched a ki attack directly at his mate.
Goku glanced back at the other man sadly before disappearing from sight, courtesy of the instant transmission. The attack missed its target and instead hit a mountain range in the far distance, completely demolishing it in a single blast of light.
Vegeta stared at the crumbling horizon in silence before slowly turning his eyes to the still open palm that had unleashed the devastating attack; an attack that was meant for his mate.
His Kakarotto.
“Kami…”
He pictured the younger Saiyajin's face just before he'd disappeared. His lips had been moving... What had he said?
Vegeta's eyes widened as he read Goku's lips in his mind's eye.
"Goodbye, Vegeta."
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TWO MONTHS LATER...
Bulma sighed and sat back in her seat as she watched the same results flash over the computer screen.
“There has to be something...” the woman moaned as she ran her fingers through her hair. For the past couple of months Bulma had been working with the data she’d managed to gather on Vegeta’s condition, and though she'd developed a serum meant to control his hormone levels, she'd never gotten to test it while the Saiyajin was confined to the lab. Her computer programs could only guess what the results would be, but it couldn't be sure.
Just as the woman was about to furiously type another scenario into the pc, a hand on her shoulder stopped her. Bulma blinked and turned slightly.
“Goku?”
The younger man smiled. “You can stop now, Bulma. It’s been two months. If Vegeta was coming back, we would have heard from him by now.”
A look of shock passed over the ningen’s face. “You... You just want to give up? Let him go?”
Goku’s forced smile faltered as his hand dropped from her shoulder and he looked at some random piece of machinery. “I told him that if he wanted help he could come here. I haven’t even felt his energy signal in the past seven weeks or so... I doubt he’s even on the planet anymore. If he doesn’t want to be found, that’s fine by me.”
Bulma looked at the Saiyajin skeptically. “Is it really, Goku? I know it’s hurting you. I know how strong a Saiyajin bond is, and I know you aren’t ‘fine’ with this.”
Goku’s eyes never met hers as he turned and walked back toward the door. Despite all the recovery time, he still had a slight limp in his left leg. “I’m going back home. There’s no point in staying at Capsule Corp anymore. You know the number if you need anything.”
Bulma sighed as her oldest friend disappeared out the door, and with much hesitancy, she turned her computer off for the first time in eight weeks.
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Goku sighed as he slowly walked into his old home, the one he hadn’t been back to since Gohan and Piccolo found him. Judging from the built up dust, Vegeta hadn't been here since then either.
Tossing the capsules containing his few possessions on the couch, the Saiyajin immediately opened each window, allowing fresh air to infiltrate and replace the stale air that assaulted his lungs. He paused, however, when he stepped into the bedroom. The old smell of sex and blood filled his nose, and he nearly gagged as a wave of nausea overwhelmed him. Goku ran to the windows and quickly threw them open, stepping back as the breeze blew the curtains inward and ruffled the sheets that lay on the unmade bed.
Still, the unnerving scent of past events lingered, and for the first time in his life, Goku decided that some serious cleaning was in order.
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Several hours later, the house was sparkling clean and smelt of lemons; courtesy of several bottles of Pine Sole. Goku gave a small smile of satisfaction as he placed the last clean pillow back onto the perfectly made bed and stepped back to admire his handiwork.
“ChiChi made it look so easy...” the Saiyajin said with a sigh as he let himself fall forward into the bed, completely destroying the crispness of the sheets. He didn’t even bother kicking off his boots before wrapping himself up in the cool sheets and curling into a ball. He inhaled the fresh scent that surrounded him and slowly let his body relax. His eyes fell half shut as he looked out the window at the setting sun.
The stars were just starting to pop out as the last pinks and oranges in the sky faded to black. Goku closed his eyes and buried his face in the blankets he clutched tightly in his fists. Now was when he missed Vegeta the most. He hated being cold at night, and without a warm body to lean against, he always found himself shivering beneath the sheets.
Bulma had been right. He wasn’t ‘fine’ with Vegeta’s disappearance, but what was he supposed to do? Did everyone expect him to toss himself on the floor and kick and scream about how unfair life was? Did they expect him to go after Vegeta? Beg him to come back?
Goku snorted. As far as he was concerned, the prince had abandoned him. Plain and simple. Apparently this third class baka wasn’t worth a little time and effort.
Fine. Everything would be fine.
Goku pulled the blankets tighter as a cool breeze drifted in from the window.
Just fine.
***TBC****
Here you go, my impatient peeps! ^.^. I haven't finished this fic yet, so that's why I'm dragging out the updates a bit; in the hopes I can keep ahead of myself. And for those of you who have read this at The Yaoi Hotel, you'll notice that the chapters are much larger now, so even though this is only chapter 4, it's more like chapter 12 or 13. I shall try writing more so I can post the next chapter sooner! Thank you for all your nice reviews ^.^
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