A Moment of Madness

Chap 4

The cast of the morning sun through parted leaves shone brightly, causing a red glow to appear through Vegeta’s tightly clenched eyes. Groaning to himself, he clenched tighter, trying in vein to deny that he was awake.

“Vegeta? Are you okay?” The voice was fraught with concern, yet Vegeta had no trouble picking out the small undertones of confusion and apprehension, he had heard it all to often while serving under the gruelling whip of Frieza. He secretly missed the days when weaker beings trembled before him as he destroyed their world. “Vegeta?” That voice… Was he still dreaming? “Come on, wake up!” A rough, calloused hand touched the back of his shoulder. The scent of earth and spice teased his nose. He felt the earth born Saiyan lean in closer. His heart began to slow, his throat started to tighten, all breath seemed to have been stolen away for this very moment…

“…Are you dead?”

Moment gone.

Vegeta groaned and shifted. “No, Kakarot. But I know a certain Saiyan who will be in a moment.” He slowly opened his eyes to find himself staring directly into the bark of a tree. “How the hell?” He grimaced as he sat up. The crisp and flaking remains of his wet dream coated his stomach and as his flaccid length, as well as dirt that covered his skin, and a wide variety of dead leaves and sticks that had been caught in his wild hair. He looked over his shoulder. The fire that was near him when he fell asleep now laid several feet away. The shifting patterns in the dirt and plant life gave evidence if Vegeta’s night time travel.

Also within Vegeta’s gaze, Goku squatted nonchalantly behind the prince, his head cocked to one side, and his eyebrows furrowed in an attempt at concentrated thought. Vegeta sat there, staring back at the man in silence, until the whole situation began to get on his nerves.

“To what do I owe this pleasure, Kakarot?” Vegeta made an attempt at clearing his throat. His own voice was rough and gritty, more so then it usually was in the mornings. And that bizarre taste… Had he been eating dirt?

Goku gave him an odd look, the apprehension in his features becoming more outstanding. “What?” Vegeta sighed. Reminding himself that flourish dialect was often wasted on Kakarot, he gave in. He rolled over, sat himself upright, to face the orange clad warrior who had begun averting his eyes from Vegeta’s nude form.

“What are you doing here, Kakarot.”

“Oh!” Goku gave him a quick glance before returning his gaze back down to a fallen leaf. “It was you ki. It was going up and down, like this.” Goku waved his hand through the air in an erratic, childish pattern. “I was worried, so I came to see if you were okay. You were twitching a lot, and mumbling so I decided to wake you up.” Again, his eyes darted up to meet the prince’s but dashed away just as quick.

How could this be? The image of Kakarot he had held so firmly in his mind differed in so many ways in comparison to the one that was before him. The one that sleeked along the dark alleys of his fantasy was a vivacious sex kitten, rolling and writhing; begging and pleading for some secret itch to be scratched. But the one who he could see plain as day was Goku. Just Goku. The simple minded and caring Earth raised Saiyan who was so innocent and light hearted that it was hard for Vegeta to think of him as a Saiyan at all. Perhaps Kakarot’s crash to earth had done more damage then previously expected. A faint caress of wind blew over Vegeta’s ear.

‘Come play with me…’

Vegeta shook his head. Fixing his drowsing stare into a slightly amused looked, he chuckled to himself.

“I’m perfectly capable of defending myself from the frightening earth plant life, Kakarot.” He stood and stretched, groaning as stiff joints shifted. “Of course, there is the odd chipmunk or possum you could save me from, if that will shut you up.” He glanced at Goku, the warrior’s eyes down cast, his body language screamed insecurity and uneasiness.

‘What’s wrong with him? I’ve never seen Kakarot like this before.’

Come on, ‘Geta! Play with me!’

‘I can’t recall Kakarot being so uneasy around nudity…”

‘ Vegeeeta… Let’s play a game!’

The prince growled, turning away from the shying man. ‘Did I say something in my sleep?’ Glaring over his shoulder, he sighed.

I love games!’

“Baka…I’m going to the lake to bathe. Stay if you wish, but I’ll expect food and a decent spar when I return.” Ignoring the mumbled reply, Vegeta grabbed a set of clothes and walked off toward the lake.

‘I wanna play with you…’

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Vegeta sighed to himself as he felt Goku’s ki moving away. The cool laps of the water couldn’t calm his mind as it wondered, drifting in and out of focus, and slowly inching away from reality.

‘What the hell was wrong with him? I’ve never seen him react like that.’ The prince pondered as he pulled leaves and twigs from his flame of hair, dropping them into the water. ‘Although, he has never seen me nude before.’ Lost in thought, he stared intently into the swirling water, ignoring how the movements began to change, and the laps of waves slowly turned into caresses, he closed his eyes, sinking into the feeling. ‘I couldn’t be the first man he has seen naked, could I? No, he-’

“Geta….” His eyes snapped opened. Before him, Kakarot lazed in the water, a feral smirk coyly painted on his lips. “Your so dirty…” Vegeta felt his body stiffen as Kakarot’s hands moved over his body, pushing the water over his skin to sooth away the dirt. Licking his lips, the taller warrior leaned forward, licking the prince’s blushed ear. A shiver rippled down Vegeta’s body as a teasing whisper tickled his ear.

“Don’t you want to play with me, too?” Vegeta growled, pushing the figure away.

“What are you?!” The man giggled, twirling through the water. He stopped, gazing over his shoulder, his spiked hair drooping over his eyes as he pouted.

“Awww! ‘Geta! What must you be so grumpy?” The pouting Kakarot turned in the water, his submissive frown fading to a tantalising smirk. A thin pink tongue inched from his mouth, rolling over soft, full lips, dancing over the curves of the predatory smile. “I’m what ever you want me to be…” The form of Kakarot moved through the water, droplets caressed the tender dips and arcs of his toned body, the waves swirling over his hips. Vegeta swore to himself as he tore his eyes away.

“You aren’t what I want.” Vegeta winced as the form chuckled. He should have expected it, the taste of denial still lingered on his tongue.

“Oh?” Vegeta moaned and arched his back as a rough hands grasped and fondled his swollen length. A rumbling purr tickled his ear, the vivacious Kakarot’s smirk pressed firmly against it. “This begs to differ.” Against his will, his head seemed move on its own, forcing him to look into the dark eyes of Kakarot.

“Do you like me like this?” He smirked, his hands traveling up and down Vegeta’s trembling form. “Do you like this feeling of being dominated?” Vegeta groaned as his nipples were pinched and rolled between calloused fingers. “I could give you everything…” His breath hitched as a fingernail grazed over his sensitive tip. “I could be anything…” His knees weakened as strong hands groped his ass roughly. “Tell me, ’Geta… What do want?” Vegeta shuttered, swallowing as the rough hands stroked his hard member. He growled, glaring at the figure before him.

“I want…You to leave…Me…Alone!” The form of Kakarot sighed, his feral smirk melting into a submissive pout.

“You can be so cruel…”

Vegeta’s eyes opened, his vision blurred. Growling to himself he shook his head.

“What the hell is wrong with me?” Looking down, he sighed. His own hand was wrapped around his swollen length.

‘Your so dirty…’ Swearing, he removed his hand and pushed the teasing voice away.

‘I’m not going to give in, damn it. Not this time.’ He swam, letting the filth, tension and arousal wash away.

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A delectable aroma teased Vegeta’s senses, the smoky flavour of cooking meat had filled the air. The prince’s stomach growled fiercely as he walked back to camp, his clothes clinging to his wet body. Sitting by the fire, the orange clad warrior sat, slowly turning a large spit over the dancing flames. Goku watched with curious interest as juices rolled from the cooking meat and dripped into the fire, causing a loud hiss and snap in the flame.

Vegeta looked over the childish face of the Saiyan. The furrowed brows of concentration, the pink tip of his tongue that slipped from his mouth, the way his uniform could tighten in just the right places…

“You amuse to easily, Kakarot.” Goku turned and smiled at the smirking prince. A quick flash of anxiety passed over the tall warrior’s eyes, but was soon pushed away, being replaced with the typical ‘Son‘ optimism.

“Geeze, Vegeta! I was starting to think that you drowned!” He laughed heartily, his hand reaching back to complete his usual pose. “I hope your hungry!”

“You have no idea.”


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Ring Master: God, it took me forever to right this...

Vegeta: Hmph! Lazy human!

Ring Master: @_@ Writers block. *sighs and hangs head* Plus exams. At least I kind of know were i'm going with this...

Vegeta:...You mean you don't know how this ends?

Ring Master: Well I don't want to ruin the ending for myself!!!

Vegeta: >.>;;

Goku: What does denial taste like? I wonder if its good...*Throws arms up in the air* I HATE ANAL SEX! *his nose grows, spouting a small twig with a leaf* Oh god damn it!