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Turning Back Time	By : saiyanb Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3502 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Turning Back Time

Once again thanks to all that have reviewed so far, I’ve gotten some very good impute from you and really appreciate your thoughts into the story. Thanks!

Mj11490: ‘Beautifully write’, yah, that one for all those ditzy dyslexic, diabetic, dirty blondes out there… plus their all too kind betas (thanks Anatra!) Glad you’re enjoying the read so far, hope the next chapter is as enjoyable.

Just Another Reader: I always thought that Yamacha had a lot of potential, but was never given a chance. Not even in the original DB did he ever seem to shine. So it a feel good experience to watch the underdog come out on top. Besides Yamacha can be a sexy beast especially if you add saiyan goodness to his long haired once badass persona, (always though he had a somewhat saiyan appearance with the long hair). Hell maybe there’s just not enough saiyans to go around in the DBZ fan world and I’ve never like Mary Sues so this works for B.

I do go into some of the changes Yamacha’s interference has on the future in this story (It was finished before I posted), so feel free to guess where you think the plots going. I suppose I make the overall plot a little transparent, but you might get a shock if you continue to read with Piccolo in this chapter.

Vegetaswriter: Yes, where oh where is little Goku? What will Goku think? What will he do? Nice guys finish last they say and Yamacha’s defiantly not playing nice in this story. Keep reading you might enjoy the ending. I’ve never liked reading Goku as a ‘nice guy.’ In fact I’ve always thought Goku was kind of a bastard the way he’s abandoned his family and friend not once, but many times. I feel for Chichi to be honest, if she wasn’t such a female dog in DBZ I’d feel for her more, but the way her and Goku as a couple is portrayed you might say it takes two to tango; they both have their faults.

SJKillJoy: With a species that the fan world portrays as animals in human form, a study bed is really a much have.

I’ve had many people accuse me of not getting enough sleep, something about my stories being too long and them not having the will power to stop for sleep…. I get that way with ‘Robert Jordan’s’ book series “The Wheel of Time” too, so I can relate (just wish the books weren’t so heavy, my arms give out before I get sleepy…).

Just so you know I’m posting here the same time I’m posting the chapters on my page, so no worries about temptation.

I enjoyed the pic you told B of. Thought your hands and shoes were partially well drawn and was rather interested in how you added the texture to the jeans. Overall, a nice piece of lemon spice cake, with the positions and expressions. You should draw more, B would love to see more.

Ja ne

b-chan

Chapter 4 Going in for the Kill

           I turn to regard the two saiyans, Nappa is fuming at the lost of his soldiers, Vegeta is watching carefully. No doubt gathering tactical information for the fight, he was never stupid, arrogant to a fault, but never a fool.

           “Shall we get this started?” I said moving into a fighting stance.

           “Anytime, punk,” growls Nappa moving forward.

           “Nappa,” calls Vegeta keeping his composure.

          Vegeta seems to hesitate, as if sensing I’m more then I seem. His eyes leave mine to glance Nappa’s way. “Calm yourself, you’re no good to me if you can’t see straight.”

           Nappa visible gather’s his wits and levels his breathing. Satisfied with his response, Vegeta nods his head once eyes returning to mine. “Very well, Nappa you can go first.”

          A broad grin spread across the giant’s face as he stalks over to look down on me. He thinks he’s the superior fighter, he’s a fool with no sense for power.

           “Alright pup let’s see what you’ve got,” His giant hand reaches for me. His paw flashes at air as I step aside, he follows up with a right hook. His movements seem so slow. He’s nothing compared to a super saiyan, his fighting motions are completely telegraphed before he makes them. I flicker from side to side as the monster of a man grabs at me.

           “Is that all you're good at cur?! Running away?” Roars Nappa already starting to lose his cool.

           A well placed punch to the jaw has him reeling back so far it looks like he might fall on his ass. He manages to keep his footing, takes a couple stumbling steps back from me. “Bastard,” he growls reaching up to wipe blood off his mouth.

           I glance at Vegeta who’s face is drawn in concentration. He’s studying me, better make this a good show.

           Nappa punches out wildly thinking he has the speed advantage. I move my hands to block, twisting my wrists slightly as the moment of impact to redirect his energy, rolling the momentum harmlessly over my flesh. It must look like he’s hammering at me and I’m merely shrugging it off. I see the beginning of fear creep into his eyes and smile wickedly in his face, stepping in to deliver a blow to his wide open gut.

          Winded, he doesn’t even try and stop me as I crouch low and swipe his legs out from under him. He falls like a redwood, shaking the ground on impact. My booted foot finds his wind pipe and presses.

           “Give up and leave never to return. If you do I’ll forget you ever existed,” I tell him feeling generous.

           Growling Nappa grasps my foot with both hands.   “Like hell I will!” He lifts and twists, shooting me up into the air. I go with the flow, watching from high up as he scrambles to his feet, gasping in gulps of air. I’m almost caught off guard as one of those gulps turns into a ki blast from the mouth. The hairs on my forearms burn, leaving an unpleased scent in the air; now he’s really asking for it.

          His triumphant grin is short lived as I flicker away to reappear at his side, slamming my fist into his kidney. He’s like a sand bag on a chain, I move with his rhythm, bobbing from side to side, hammering on the left then the right side as he sways to and fro. He’d collapse if I stop, but I’m enjoying the ‘beat’ you might say.

           After a couple more kidney and body blows I relent, stepping back so he can fall to his knees before me. I glance Vegeta’s way, I can see the tension in his folded arms. Licking my lips I turn his way.

          “How about we skip the appetizer and get to the main course?” I purred taking a step his way.

          Vegeta bares his teeth, uncrossing his arms ready to meet me.

           Pain laces up my spine and I gasp arching my back. Turning a shaky head I look over my shoulder to see Nappa, still on his knees, with one of his giant hands wrapped around my tail.

          Damn it! I could never figure out how to make that part any less sensitive!

           The giant squeezes and all the nerves in my body trigger with pain, I go down on one knee.

           “Ha, ha, ha,” laughed Nappa still winded. “You may be strong I’ll give you that, but you’re still a pup!” he growls moving to get off his knees.

           Nappa’s gasp of pain comes as a shock to me. My eyes snap to the side to see Piccolo’s fist imbedded in Nappa’s side, his other hand is reaching for the large saiyan’s tail. My own tails slips from suddenly weak fingers.

          I feel rage at the sight. I don’t need any help to finish this weakling off!

           My power sky rockets with my rage and my hair flashes blond a mere second, the fast burst of power sends Nappa flying into a mountain. A ki blast tears the namek’s reaching hand from his forearms. I stand and backhand the green alien across the clearing.

          “Piccolo-san!” screams Gohan running over to where he crashed into some boulders.

           “You- I thought you were on our side!” yells Krillin looking in the direction Piccolo flew.

          I flicker away to appear in front of the short human. “Do not interfere!” I hissed between my teeth at him watching with a sick kind of fascination as the blood drains from his face. “This is ‘my’ fight! I will not share!”

           Krillin backs away shacking and waving his hands before him as if to show he’s harmless. “Hey, it wasn’t me.”

           “He was helping you!” yells Tien to the side. “I knew we couldn’t trust you, this is some kind of trick isn’t it?!”

           “Yah!” pipes in Chaozu.

          I turn and growl at the two, hands out to my sides like claws. I don’t want them here, what if they try and steal my prize?! A part of me thinks how absurd that is, but most of me can only see those before me as competition. Power begins to build around Tien and his doll like companion.

          “Power down!” yells Piccolo’s deep voice from the side.

          I glance his way, he’s crouched on one knee, free hand holding his profusely bleeding forearms.

          “But, Piccolo-“ starts Tien, but the namek cuts him off.

          “He’s much stronger than us, he’s only showing a fraction of his power.” He stands and with a growl a new hand appears out of his stump. He flexes it a moment and turns back to me, moving to stand in front of me.

          “You’re only here for the short saiyan right?” he growls. I’m annoyed that I have to look up to meet his eyes, but he smells like plants and water and for some reason the scent calms my rage slightly.

          “That’s right.”

          “You have no intention of taking over the world?”

          I bark a laugh. “Why, would I want that?”

          Piccolo smiles a very sinister smirk. “I have no problem stepping aside and letting you do whatever you want to the saiyans, but let’s get one thing clear. This planet is mine, I plan to conquer and rule it. Any problems with that?”

          I’m a bit taken back. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen this side of Piccolo; the side driven by the curse his father passed down to him, the dark side of Kami. He was once called the demon king and he’d only just started to soften at his point in time. I glance at the young demi-saiyan standing a step behind him, wondering if the boy’s love will still change him without the sacrifice. Part of me worries over the possible outcome and other part doesn’t care; the namek doesn’t have the potential to defeat me, what harm could letting him have the planet do?

          I match the namek’s grin. Lifting one hand and hold it out before him. “You take the brat and leave and I’ll look the other way, so long as it doesn’t inconvenience me. Deal?”

          “Piccolo!” gasps Krillin overcoming his shock enough to protest.

          Piccolo doesn’t hesitate to take my offered hand and shake it. “Deal.”

          I feel like I’ve make some dark pact with the devil, but the feeling is somewhat of a high as well.

          “Come on kid,” says Piccolo turning.

          Gohan hesitates, “But-“he starts looking at the adults gather who are now showing open hostility to his sensei. “Piccolo-san?” He squeaks timidly starting after the green alien.

          “No, Gohan don’t!” shouted Krillin. “He’s a monster!”

          “That’s right,” shouted my human counterpart stepping up besides Krillin. “What about your mother, Gohan. Come back with us.”

          “Ah,-ah,” hesitates Gohan looking between the namek’s back and his father’s friends in confusion.

          “Gohan,” said Piccolo not turning to look at him. “You do what you want.”

          The boy hesitates while the humans yell for him to come to them. I feel a thrill, something almost like pride when he turns his back on the humans and runs after his sensei.

          “I want to go with you Piccolo-san!” he cried, real tears running down his face.

          The humans are stunned to say the least, their mouths gape as Piccolo turns and gives the young boy a smile and a nod. Silently they both fly away.

          “I can’t believe he left,” mutters Krillin in a daze. “Chichi’s going to kill us!”

          I laugh and look over to see that Nappa is finally starting to pull himself out of the cave he made in the mountain side. One look at Vegeta and I know he didn’t miss me flashing to super saiyan, he just doesn’t know what he saw was the stuff of legends. He hasn’t learned to read ki yet, he only saw the aura.

          I turn to my old companions who are now showing me a mix of confusion and mistrust. Shaking my head I step up to stand before my human self. “You best get out of here too. I want you to do something for me. I want to you to go find Bulma and tell her she’s the only woman you’ll ever love. Maybe you should follow that up with that ring you’ve been hiding in your dresser for the last year or so.”

          “Wh-what… how could you possibly…” he trails off staring wide eyes at my too similar face.

          I pat him on the shoulder. “Trust me, don’t let her be the one that got away,” I say while steering him away from the others. “Do it for both of us.”

          He stares into my eyes a long moment before nodding.

          “Yamacha!” protests Tien.

          “Sorry man, I think… I think I should do what he says. I’m out of here.” He leaves by foot, perhaps he’s got some things to mull over in his head first. Huh, better not talk himself out of proposing, I was such a chicken back then.

          I turn to face Nappa who has seen better days, but despite that is raging mad. Veins are protruding from his forehead; his armor’s been shredded off. I grin as I step between him and my human friends of old. “You guys had better scram too, it’s not safe here.”

          “Bastard, I’m not going anywhere!” growls Tien. “You may fool them, but you’re not fooling me!”

          “Tien,” squeaks Chaozu unnerved by all that’s happened.

          “Krillin,” I call not taking my eyes off the giant before me. “I took something very special from you.”

          “What? What are you talking about?” questions the monk looking up at me with confusion.

          “You’ll never know just what it is I stole from you,” closing my eyes I can still see her floating in the green fluid that slowly bleeds red; an image to haunt me till I die no doubt. “I want you to know… I’m sorry.”

          “Ya-yamacha?” he questioned not understanding.

          “Enough!” rages Nappa interrupting us. “Fight me you motherless dog!” he flies forward an inch off the ground ready to bowl us over. Krillin freezes with fear, I move between him and the giants, ready to meet his charge.

          “Nappa!”

          He freezes in mid air, like a well trained dog on command. His red eyes turn from me to look at a displeased Vegeta.

          “Stand down, you’ve embarrassed us enough for one day. It’s obvious you’re no match for him.”

          “But, but Vegeta-sama!”

          “That is an order Nappa!” growls the prince.

          I can see the sweat sliding down his face and chest as he steams, animal instinct telling him not to back down to this new challenge, but the survivor in him knows Vegeta is the alpha here and he reluctantly does as he’d told.

          “I understand Vegeta-sama,” he growls. “I’ll leave this cur to you to finish.” He laughs turning to look at me, “You’ve done it now. The prince is going to mop the floor with you. Now, what can I do to keep myself busy?” His eyes slide off me to land on Tien and Chaozu, with a roar he makes them his new targets.

          Part of me wants to let him finish them, I’m almost as surprised as Nappa is when I ‘it’ away and reappear before him my fist through his guts a mere foot away from Tien.

          It took the triclops a moment to understand what had happened, when he did he back pedals before tripping and falling on his ass.

          I rip my arms from Nappa's innards and watch as the giants eyes glaze over with death. He topples, landing next to Tien.

          “Tien,” cried Chaozu moving to his side. “You okay?”

          I glance at the pair over my shoulder, lifting my bloody arm to lick at the red staining it. “Go home.”

          I’m sure I look demonic to them and maybe I am, but I have more important things to concern myself with now.

          I don’t bother to watch them leave, I feel their ki as they power up to fly and slowly fade off into the distance. Part of me wonders if we’ll ever have another barbeque at Capsule Corps or an outing on Roshi’s island, part of me says that’s another life long forgotten. Now it’s just me and Vegeta. I lock eyes with the prince and beckon him with a smile and a wave of my hand.

          “Shall we?”

          His eyes are on Nappa’s corpse, emotionless and hard. I have to wonder about their relationship. Vegeta always talked about Nappa like he was a big dumb animal, more trouble then he was worth, but get a bottle of Tequila and Jack in him and he’d tell you the most comical tales about the two of them. I won’t say he was a father figure to Vegeta, Freeza was the closest thing Vegeta ever had to that; but he fit the spot of the crazy Uncle every once and awhile.

          The eyes that lift to meet mine aren’t full of rage or vengeance, they are calculated and cold. He doesn’t have time to think about Nappa’s loss or if it even is a loss to him. He killed the tall saiyan with his own hands in my time, I wonder if he ever regretted it.

          He straightens to his full height, stretching for every inch. His arms cross over his chest and he flashes me that over confident arrogant smirk we’re all so familiar with, though to my practiced eyes it seems strained. That bulky armor is hindering my view of his firm petite frame, I want to see his muscles clench and strain; that armor will be the first to go.

          Testing his nerves I stroll forward, watching as the confident grin slowly leaves his face while the space between us closes. I’m now the one smirking as I stand before him feeling his body heat through our clothes, looking down into his dark eyes. He’s hasn’t uncrossed his arms or taken a step back, he’s waiting tensely for me to make the first move, unwilling to back off though I’m sure every instinct in his body is telling him to retreat. His pride won’t allow it so he stands his ground and I take the opportunity to breathe him in, scenting: sweat, tension, battle lust, and the bitter sweet tang of just a hint of fear; my mouth waters.

          I forgot how impatient he used to be, the wind is blasted from my lungs as he uncoils from his proud posturing and with the speed of a breed predator nails me in the gut. I wasn’t expecting him to strike first, thought that tang of fear would hold him back, but Vegeta has always been full of surprises.

          The second I need to draw breath is too long, as he rears back with right fist cocked. Like a practiced champion boxer I watch his feet plant then shift, the moment traveling up his body, reinforced by the twist of his hips, along his powerful back and shoulder muscles and out in a right hook that knocks me back several feet. The rubber of my boots feels hot from the friction of dragging along the ground. Like watching a film in slow motion I see him dropping into a stance, the fire of his ki dancing in his palms, his beautiful face twisted in a snarl as he thrusts the burning ball of ki my way.

          I fell hard for him all over again.

          The ground explodes, tossing up dirt and debris. I sit on my ass looking at him through a haze of fine dirt hiding me from his eyes. Watching as he un-tenses and peers in, a grin tilts the corner of his mouth when I don’t charge forward thinking he got me good and oh if I’d been a human he so would have just cleaned my clock. But, I’m not. I feel my skin tingle where his ki burned across it, I feel my blood pound in my ears and the start of a hard on in my pants. I’m going to fuck him so hard!

          I roar as I leap from the dust cover and the look on his face is priceless, wide eyes, his body automatically crouching lower to the ground, his tail tightens around his waist. He knows he’s in for it now, he knows I’m no push over.

          My hand grabs for him, fingernails scrapping across his breast plate, leaving behind deep scratch marks as he jumps back just avoiding being caught. So close! I give pursuit, he skips backwards as my hands flash before his face and chest, the air of each strike causes his mane of hair to flicker to and fro like a dancing flame. His back slams into the cliff side, his wide eyes slide over in shock to see what’s stopped him short. I’m on him in an instant.

          My fingers fist in his hair, jerking his face up towards mine, my mouth closing over his wide open one, swallowing the yell he was about to make. I press him to the hard surface, his feet leave the ground as my tail instinctively twines around one of his thighs and lifts it to hug my side the other slipping as I lean into him. My hardening length yearns for the heat of his flesh, but that damn body armor is between us.

          One hand releases his hair to slide down, fingers hooking under the armor’s collar. The armor stretches with my first tug reminding me that it’s designed to accommodate a saiyan going oozaru. Switching tactics I charge ki in my finger tips, pulling the stretchy material away from his chest I slice it down the front in one smooth swipe. My hands release him to grip the cut edges of his armor and pry them apart like one would open a clam. A Satisfying crack sounds from the armor as it breaks down the back and he stand there, panting for breath as we stare into each other’s eyes.

          He drops and twists, slipping out of the broken armor he ducks under my arm and behind me. A kick to my spine has me dropping the armor and crashing into the cliff side. He’s there in an instant, pressing me to the hard rock, his lean form flush to my backside. I don’t resist, the feel of his arms around me, his heated touch on my flesh, his compact frame against mine is something to savor.

              This has definite promise, perhaps I’ll let him take the lead once and awhile in the future, but first we need to establish that I’m the dominate male here. The tip of my tail, which is still wrapped around his thigh, lifts to stoke lightly between his legs; curling up to slide along his crack and press firmly in-between. He stiffens in more ways than one and I take the opportunity to reverse our position. Prying his suddenly slack fingers from my middle, turning in his grip, I topple us over so he’s flat on his back and I’m looming over him.

          He twisted slightly with the fall, his upper half turned so his shoulder is pressed to my chest and both hands are braced in the dirt, finger spread and tense at our proximity. His lower half is trapped, one of his legs straight between mine, the other curled up over my thigh, pressed to the side. Kami if we didn’t have clothes covering us, I’d be inside him now!

          The intense heat I feel just under the cloth has me grinding my pelvis into the junction between his legs to soak it up, I’m beyond hard now. My abs can feel his own sex hardening at the move, an embarrassed flush covers his checks. I shift curling his body more, sliding my knees under him. My hands move down, thumbs hooking onto the jutting points of the front his pelvis, fingers reaching around to grab and squeeze the firm flesh of his ass; spreading him to my thrusts. My head ducks to sniff along his neck and collar, smelling the scent of arousal spike in him despite his free hands pressing against my front to try and push me off.

          I growl to show him my displeasure at his attempts to dislodge me, nipping at his ear as I do so. He gasps loudly, the vibration of my abs against his hardening sex and the feel of my full manhood pressed into him makes his scent spike that much higher.

          “Why are you fighting? I can smell how much you like this,” I growl in his ear.

          He curses in some foreign language going wild, trying to escape, but I’m quick to subdue. My hand grips his throat and presses him back to the ground till he feels the threat and freezes. I make sure I have eye contact.

          “Why fight when all I want to do is worship every inch of you?”

          “Ha,” a very dry laugh. “Pretty words for a tyrant.”

          My lust drops a notch as blood tries to force its way back into my head. “Tyrant?”

          “You may have the upper hands now, but I promise you won’t hold it forever and when that day comes I’ll kill you for this,” he hisses it with the hatred of years of oppression.

          My expression softens. “A Tyrant implies I see you as nothing more than a possession to own, but that’s not true ouji-sama. I don’t want to own you I want to be owned by you.”

          The hatred is replaced by shock and confusion, I’m quite to take advantage. “I want to belong to you and no one else. I want to be the item you cherish the most.”

          Anger is quick to make a comeback. “Arrogant fool! Why would I ever want you?!”

          It should have hurt to hear him say that, but I have an ace in the hole and I know he’ll bite. The old me would have hesitated, found excuses and moral dilemmas to stop me, but I’m not that person any more. I power up very slowly watching the endless black of his eyes as power licks up my body and bleaches my hair blond, my eyes a soft powder blue lit from behind with ki; the hunger that lights those darker then a starless night eyes is unmistakable.

          “Super saiyan…” it’s barely a breath from his lips.

          “As you are right now, I’m quite a bit stronger then you. It is the saiyan way, our way that dictates my right to lay claim by right of strength.” That takes a good bit of the look of wonder from his gaze, bringing him back to his current predicament. His expression is almost pouty and I can’t help but laugh; he’s very young at this point in time. “You put up a good fight. A worthy mate is one you have to fight for, you once told me that.” Confusion shows in his eyes, but of course I’m referring to things you have yet to say in this time. I’m sure my emotions are written all over my face as I brush the back of my free hand over his high check bone. “If you want ‘this’, if you want me, ouji-sama all you have to do is give yourself and I’m yours: heart, body, and soul.”

          He is silent beneath me and my heart feels like it will explode in my chest as I watch him debate in his head; weighing the pros and cons. His lust for power is a start, than I can take a page from Bulma’s book, teach him to love and be loved back. I just need a hand hold, something to start with. If he refuses me I’ll take him and his hatred, be his rival like Goku was, worm my way into him till he can’t think about anything but me. Either way I’m going to have him soon.

          “If I… submit…now” his lips curl at the thought of submission to anyone. “You will show me the secret to your power?”

          Ah, ‘now’ would be the key word to that sentence. Think you can escape once I’ve had a taste, saiyan no ouji? Think again, but for now I’ll let you think I didn’t hear that. Probably plotting my demise in that pretty head of his. Thinks he can resist me long enough to escape a claim then do me in, in some clever manner once I fulfill my part of the bargain. Claims require a bit more than just the dominate male’s desire to be established. I have to impose my will upon him at a moment of vulnerability or willingness to be claimed; works best when he’s delirious with pleasure, aka climaxing. Just means I’ll have to fuck you senseless to get what I want and I’m more then ‘up’ for the challenge.

          “Yes, prince. Just let me have my way today and we’ll do whatever you want later. Deal?”

          Our eyes lock and I watch him hesitate yet again, but his arrogance is quick to mask the conflict in his eyes; unwilling to show weakness. He wants what I have, he wants the power of super saiyan, he’s confident he can learn what he wants and remain his own. Poor thing doesn’t know I’m confident too.

          “Very well… you may… proceed.” He says looking away. The tension leaves his body as he lays back no longer resisting.

Tbc

Next chapter will be lemon pound cake. Not sure if B is warning or teasing... take your pick.

P.S. B just make some sexy Vegeta wallpapers using doujinshi scans, feel free to stop by B's page and take a look.

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