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Wishes of the Fallen	By : SaiyanGirl Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4331 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Wishes of the Fallen

Author: SaiyanGirl (SaiyanGirl@Gmail.com)

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Goku/Vegeta, Vegeta/Goku, implied Goku/Chichi, implied Gohan/Videl, others are a surprise! ^_~

Warning: Language, Violence, a tiny bit OOC, Death, Angst, Yaoi, Graphic Lemon

Disclaimer: All copyrighted characters appearing in this story were created by Akira Toriyama, and appear without expressed permission. Any original characters appearing are the intellectual property of the author, SaiyanGirl.

Special Thanks: A HUGE Thank You goes to Katiefoolery for beta'ing this fic. She is absolutely amazing! Without her, this story would never have been worthy of posting!

Soundtrack for Chapter Three:

     Loreena McKennitt - Caravanserai (An Ancient Muse, 2006)

All soundtrack selections are available on iTunes.

Please Note: For all Soundtrack Disclaimer information, please see The Prologue

Chapter Three - Insight

     Goku stood silent as he watched the prince stand proudly before him, the contours of his body highlighted in the sunlight. His stare intensified as Vegeta brought his legs together, making sure to wrap his tail around his waist. Raising his arms, Vegeta extended his left straight into the sky while wrapping his right protectively around his protruding abdominal muscles. Refusing to show any weakness, Vegeta remained motionless as he closed his eyes and dropped his head, his chin resting upon his hardened chest.

     Goku was speechless.

     He had never seen something so strange, yet so familiar, before. Vegeta stood as still as the trees surrounding them, his eyes closed, his face relaxed. The sun shone overhead, almost as if a spotlight was focused upon the shorter Saiyan, defiantly standing in its path. The sight made Goku's breath hitch, leaving him desperately trying to calm himself, afraid Vegeta would hear his quickened heartbeat. Vegeta had captivated his very soul; any other thoughts had instantly disappeared from his mind. He couldn't remember the last time he had seen the prince look so calm, so peaceful... so proud.
     So beautiful.
     Vegeta remained as still as he possibly could, drawing upon his ki to aid his balance. He focused on the warmth of the forest, clearing his mind in the hope that a damned answer would come to him. He had been so mesmerized by the way Kakarott looked when he saw him in this position, Vegeta figured holding it himself may jar his mind. He could feel Kakarott's burning stare bear upon his skin, almost as if he had laid his hands upon him - Kakarott was obviously as taken by the sight as he had been. Yet, as hard as he tried, Vegeta couldn't clear his mind of thoughts or questions; his own voice stubbornly refused to be quiet.
     Kakarott's presence was the worst distraction he could have imagined. The quiet sound of his breathing, the strength of his musky scent - he was positive that something would have come to him by now if he weren't so focused on the pleasuring sensations. The sight of the pose had started all of this: his curiosity, his alarm - but why? Why was this stance so important to him? What was it that made his mind wonder so?
     A minute had passed as Vegeta stood, defiantly locked in his entranced state. Feeling his heart beat beneath his chest, he slowed his breathing, attempting to lose himself in the tranquility of his surroundings. He kept telling himself it was exactly like meditation, although he'd never found a use for such a pointless technique. He had seen Kakarott and Piccolo do it all the time - hell, they made it look easy. So why couldn't he make it work? He cursed his own inability to keep his mind free from wandering aimlessly over useless thoughts. If he could keep his body still, why the hell was his mind being so stubborn?
     Kakarott's silence convinced him he was at least doing something right. He could imagine the look on the big Saiyan's face - the shock, the awe, the intrigue... everything he had felt when watching him from the trees. He'd looked so damned determined - so vicious, as if he were sparring on pure rage, yet remaining deathly calm.
     'Sparring? Bah! He looked like he was fighting an entire fucking army!'
     If Kakarott had been so godsdamned focused, why was he feeling nothing more than pure annoyance? What the hell was he doing wrong?
     Vegeta's mind abandoned its attempt at forced clarity and fell straight into frustration. None of this made any sense! Why had he been so affected by the sight of Kakarott standing in this position? Where did he learn such a form? And his ki! Why did it feel so different? Why was his scent different? What the hell was going on!?
     "Fuck!" Vegeta spat. He snapped his eyes open as he swore, disgusted with his failure.
     "Vegeta..." Goku whispered, barely able to hear his own voice.
     Goku couldn't help himself. Vegeta looked absolutely amazing - just as he'd imagined the prince would look in his rightful place on their home-world. He was staring down at his feet, still holding his arms in that strange form; his chest protruded proudly as he rested his chin upon strong pectorals. Goku could see the frustration in his face and knew that whatever he was trying wasn't successful. But he looked so at peace with his surroundings, with himself - Goku wanted to make it last for as long as he possibly could. Instinctively taking advantage of his distraction, he approached the smaller Saiyan and wrapped his arms around him.
     He didn't understand the force of attraction that had come over him, but neither did he resist it. Instinct told him his touch would calm Vegeta enough to find what he so desperately searched for; more than enough for Goku to act. Drinking in his warmth, Goku reveled in how Vegeta's hard body fit almost perfectly against his own - how each hard muscle melted with his as he held him close. It wasn't until he felt Vegeta's sharp intake of breath that he realized what he was doing - but he could have cared less.
     Vegeta snapped his head up in shock as he felt thick arms close around him. His view was suddenly filled by a large muscled chest and glistening neck, his skin warmed by the strong embrace of his rival. The earthy scent of the younger Saiyan assaulted his senses as Vegeta inhaled sharply in surprise, the overload almost causing him to mew in the embrace. It was thick with musk and power - that power! It had returned! But... what had he done? Vegeta breathed in again, attempting to sound as pissed off as he could as to hide his true motive: wanting to feel that scent flow within him. It was much heavier than Kakarott's normal scent - a thick mixture of determination and overwhelming strength. Another deep breath followed - Vegeta's body swam in the overpowering scent, his head beginning to feel light...
     Suddenly, a barrage of images flooded into his head, as if something held captive had finally escaped. He could barely make sense of anything - shapes and colours appeared at random, disappearing into a dizzying bronze-orange blur. He could feel his knees weaken as his head began to ache, his energy draining as his eyes tried to keep up. Just as he thought he would collapse from the mental bombardment, he sensed the enticing scent of the bigger Saiyan surrounding him, calling out to him, leading him towards something.
     And that's when he saw it.
     Through the anarchy of images, Vegeta could at last make something out: a large forearm, thick muscles flexing under bronzed skin. It was encased in jet black armour, polished to such a shine that Vegeta almost raised his right hand to shield his eyes from the blinding reflection. He focused his entire attention on it, taking in every detail. Everything seemed important, from the chrome trim at the wrist to the way the armour was extended and sharpened beyond the elbow, almost as if it could be used as a striking weapon.
     He'd barely had a chance to study the object before it melted into a dark blur and slowly faded from his mind. The storm within his head subsided and he found himself blinking in the blinding sunlight, vaguely aware that his arms were trapped against his body. Kakarott's scent was all around him, light and earthy, with no trace of the added heady thickness - it had changed back again. He leaned into the warmth in front of him as though it would help him find answers. How the hell did a Saiyan change his scent so drastically? It was impossible!
     Vegeta had no idea how long it had been since Kakarott embraced him; his vision was still full of the large chest mere millimeters from his face. The heat of Kakarott's body had joined with his own - Vegeta could feel the damp of his own sweat under his shirt. As far as he could tell, Kakarott hadn't moved an inch since latching onto him. Being so close to the big Saiyan, feeling his powerful hands upon his body, breathing that warm scent - where the hell was his instinct to pull away? Had he completely lost all control of his body while his mind had been so far away? Vegeta quickly realized he had cause for concern - being hugged was the least of his worries. He narrowed his eyes as he felt an added presence below his waist. Searching his instincts, he cursed to himself as he sensed the arousal in his own scent, his warm cock pressing against his right leg. He gritted his teeth, furious at his body's betrayal. Gods help the universe if Kakarott had sensed it...
     Snatching himself from his semi-meditative and now-aroused state, Vegeta took control of his arms and pushed against the big Saiyan's embrace.
     Goku's eyes fluttered open as he realized what the prince wanted, quickly releasing the scowling Saiyan from his arms.
     "What the hell has gotten into you, Kakarott?" Vegeta snarled. He took several firm steps back, trying to put some space between himself and the larger body in an attempt to regain some of his composure.
     Goku gazed at the older Saiyan before him in fear. "I... I'm sorry Vegeta, I wasn't..." he couldn't help but stammer his words, surprised at himself over his actions.

     He had hugged him. He had hugged Vegeta! What was he thinking? Was he looking for a fight? What had made him want to do such a thing?

     "You weren't, what? Thinking!? Then what the fuck were you doing, idiot?"

     Goku backed away, slowly crouching into a defensive stance. Vegeta hated being touched, let alone hugged... But by another male? He was sure Vegeta was two seconds away from launching an all out assault upon him.
     Vegeta's eyes went wide as he watched Kakarott fall into a defensive stance.

     'Gods, now what?'
     He had been doing his best to look pissed with Kakarott - he didn't want the taller Saiyan to know what effect his embrace had on him, especially below his waist. But now, Kakarott looked ready to defend himself as if he was expecting an attack.
     "What now, Kakarott? You want to fight me too?"
     "Huh? No! I just..." Goku frowned, trying his best to hide his confusion. Was Vegeta angry or not? He didn't sound as pissed off, but he was still sure Vegeta was ready to pound him.
     "Then what are you crouching for?" Vegeta suddenly smirked, letting his tail swing loosely behind him. "You afraid?"
     Goku noted the relaxed movement in Vegeta's tail, sighing in relief. "Afraid?" He chuckled. "No, Vegeta, I'm not afraid." He emerged from his defensive stance and took a few casual steps in Vegeta's direction.
     "Hnn." Vegeta blinked, ignoring the younger Saiyan to focus his mind on the images he had seen.

     Goku noticed the concern in Vegeta's face, his eyes still scanning the grass at their feet. "Vegeta..." Goku said quietly, hoping to get the prince's attention. "What is it, Vegeta?"

     Vegeta looked up at the broad frame standing a few feet away from him, refusing to meet his gaze. Only moments ago he'd been pressed against that sweating body, drowning in Kakarott's magnificent strength. "I don't know, Kakarott." Vegeta looked away as he continued to replay the image of the armor in his head. "Where could you have possibly learned that stance?"
     "I told you, Vegeta. I don't know." Goku felt as confused and concerned as Vegeta looked. "I came out here because I wanted to let Chichi sleep comfortably. She was tossing and turning so much, I wanted her to have more room. When I got out here, it was so peaceful and quiet... I just let my mind wander." Goku knew that didn't explain a thing, but he couldn't think of any way to make Vegeta understand...
     "Have you ever seen it before?" Vegeta's eyes came to rest on Goku's neck, his moist skin still shining in the sunlight.
     "Not until you showed me it, no," Goku said, his voice trailing off into the silent forest around them.
     "Are you sure, Kakarott?" Vegeta persisted. "Never? Not in a dream, or in battle?"
     "No, Vegeta. Never."
     "What about those techniques? The attacks you were performing?" Vegeta continued, hoping his increased interest would ease the larger Saiyan into answering.
     "I don't know, Vegeta. I... I guess I wasn't really paying attention to what I was doing." Goku's voice was ripe with worry, his eyes dropping to Vegeta's white boots.
     "Heh." The sound of Vegeta's snort brought Goku's attention back to smirking prince. "I didn't think you had it in you."
     "Didn't think I had it in me?" Goku asked, curious about the snide tone in Vegeta's comment. "What are you talking about?"

     "Some of the attacks you were using - they looked more Saiyan than anything I've ever seen you do."

     It sounded like an insult, but Goku knew it was the closest thing to a compliment he'd ever heard from the prince. Vegeta had almost looked impressed for a second as he spoke, his show of emotion catching Goku by surprise. "Perhaps what's come over you is a good thing."
     Goku smirked as he let a small laugh escape him. "Yeah, maybe. Would be nice if I could remember what I was doing," he fired back, attempting to hide his worry. The fact that he was performing attacks and techniques he had never seen or learned worried him to the point of fear. Was he losing his mind? What if something like this had ever happened to him before and he couldn't remember? It wasn't like he had someone to talk to about it. He had Chichi, but she would just worry even more than he would - that and drag him off to one of her 'doctors.' With doctors came needles - he hated needles.
     But now there was someone standing before him. Not just someone, but a full-blooded Saiyan. Vegeta had lived on their home-world, knew of their language and customs - perhaps he could help? Would he help? If Vegeta knew what he was thinking, Goku figured he would just laugh at him instead. A Saiyan losing his mind, pleading for help from another - Vegeta would probably be disgusted with his weakness.
     But how could things possibly get any worse than they were already? Here he was, performing attacks and techniques he had no knowledge of, holding poses he couldn't even remember and completely lost as to why they had caused so much alarm and appeal within him. On top of that, he'd hugged Vegeta! He'd held him so close to his sweating body - all because he thought it would help him figure out what was going on. He had already done everything he possibly could to disgust the elder Saiyan, short of something crazy like kissing him...
     And yet, there Vegeta was, still facing him, still standing with him. Maybe there was a chance.
     "Vegeta." Goku took a step toward the shorter Saiyan, his voice resting just above a whisper. "Do you have any idea what's going on?"
     Vegeta gazed into the shimmering brown eyes of his rival, slowly processing what he'd just heard. Kakarott had asked him for his help. The Saiyan that bested him in power in every battle they had ever fought - had just asked him for help.
     "Vegeta?" Goku studied him as he stared into his eyes.
     "No..." Vegeta's voice was as quiet as Goku's - barely above whisper level.
     "No...?" Was he going to refuse to help him after all?
     "I don't know what's happening, Kakarott."
     "Could it have anything to do with... my heritage?" Goku could only gasp at himself as he heard the words roll off his tongue. He had never asked Vegeta anything about the past, their race or home-world. From the inquisitive look on Vegeta's face, Goku could tell he was just as surprised as he was.
     "Hnn," Vegeta scoffed. "I have no idea about your heritage, Kakarott; yours is one of millions from our home. If you're wondering about our history, I don't know. I... I can't remember." Vegeta turned away as his voice trailed off, his own mind now plagued with worry, angered by his own failure to remember.
     "Vegeta?" Goku reached out to place his hand on the prince's shoulder, but stopped short of touching him. He had already done enough touching for one day - any more and he was sure Vegeta would either break his arm or take off without warning. At the moment, the latter was a far worse outcome.
     Vegeta wrestled with his mind, oblivious to Kakarott's movements behind him. He needed to figure this out; needed to discover what was going on. There had to be an answer somewhere.
     "I need time, Kakarott," Vegeta said as he turned to face the direction of the Capsule Corp. compound.

     Goku's heart sank as he realized Vegeta was about to leave. "Vegeta, wait..." he pleaded, fear leaking into his voice.
     "I need time to think, Kakarott! Give me some time and I may figure out what's going on," Vegeta snapped, turning to face the younger Saiyan. "I can't just pull the answers out of my ass!" He suddenly regretted his sharp tone as he saw the slumped shoulders and worried frown of a wounded animal. He couldn't remember the last time he'd seen Kakarott so worried. "Just give me some time, Kakarott. I'll do what I can."
     Goku raised his eyes to meet the sparkling dark blues of the Saiyan prince, reassured by the softened tone. Vegeta was going to help him. The thought raised his spirits as he felt his frown lift into a smile.
     "Alright, Vegeta. You know where I live," Goku said, hoping the joke would help ease the worry between them.
     "Hnn." Vegeta smirked as he turned his back to the bigger Saiyan. Ascending above the trees, Vegeta's body was surrounded by his familiar blue glowing ki. He flew off into the daylight, quickly disappearing from Goku's sight.
     Sighing to himself, Goku stared in the direction Vegeta had flown until his ki had trickled down to his familiar murmur. With so many questions flooding his mind, Goku couldn't help but feel worried - and he had been having such a good morning...
     He gazed over the horizon to the east, taking in the beauty of the morning sunlight. He figured Chichi would be awake by now - she was going to kill him for not being there to greet her, he could tell. Then there was the condition he was in - she didn't like how he smelled after he had been training, and this morning was going to be no different. But he loved her, and that was what mattered. The rest was nothing a shower couldn't fix.
     Taking one last look at the landscape, Goku began his short journey back home.

A/N: This was the first dialogue driven attempt I have ever made in writing fanfics. I hope I did alright - I did have some trouble with it though. Anyway, I hope you are enjoying the story so far! There's tons more to follow, so don't run off! ^_^ How am I doing so far? Let me know!! SaiyanGirl@Gmail.com :)
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