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Gone	By : TristaML Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 10329 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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To Mj, Pickles, Dinamicus, and Zofo thank you very very much!

To Noon, Thank you :) I'm glad you notice Gohan's not so much an idiot this time around. I'm playing with him a little bit here.. As for the sub/dom thing, this story is going to get more interesting in other ways lol, that's not a main point.

Macha, You know Goku deams of taking it to places Vegeta's not innocent enough to see ;) Sorry the update took so long

Thank you to both of you for pointing that out to me about this chapter :D

Fourth Chapter

                I can't help but think about Vegeta tonight. Not even a day has passed since the thing with that Saiyan this morning and my body is on fire. I guess I don’t know what to expect, and Vegeta isn’t making it any easier on me. That transformation really took it out of me, but I was only in recovery for four hours. Honestly it felt like years were creeping by.

Gohan and I had dinner and then I went home and immediately readied for bed. Gohan went off to do his own thing, I couldn't blame him, the whole thing probably weirded him out. Me, I can't stop from literally panting. I can't explain it, I literally feel the need to breathe shallow breaths before catching my breath and taking a sip, trying to calm down, and then starting up all over again. I keep clenching my fists and unclenching them, palms sweating. It’s almost like nervousness is coming over me, only I’m not nervous.

                I feel like I've taken adderall and can't stop from fidgeting. Images of Vegeta keep flashing into my mind, the kinds that aren't easily forgotten about. I guess you could say I'm frustrated. I know Chi Chi is silently wondering what's wrong with me, having already tried giving me a cold washcloth and glasses of water. I finally resigned to simply telling her I was going to sleep and to more or less let well enough alone. What I need is not sleep I just hope it comes nonetheless, though I don't see it in my future whatsoever.

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                Piccolo was more pleased than he led on that Gohan came to talk to him late that evening. He rarely ever saw him anymore and any excuse was a good excuse to talk to him. He couldn't help but wonder why Gohan didn't try to do more with himself. Piccolo didn't know what he expected from him exactly, something more to do with his spirit and enthusiasm, he guessed. Gohan would be capable of accomplishing so much if he didn't waste his time chasing the answers to the wrong questions. Besides, in today’s case, Vegeta was never going to give up secrets he didn't feel the Son family had a right, much less desire, to know.

                "What did Vegeta say, exactly?" Gohan asked after expounding what little he knew from Goku. "He's so pompous."

                Piccolo noted the side mark Gohan obviously couldn't help from making. Gohan had been crushing on Vegeta for a very long time, at least that's what Piccolo assumed it was, a crush, nothing else. "He's a man of few words, when it's convenient for him. He said he was hungry and told me to wait till later."

                "Huh," Gohan huffed, putting his shoulders back, "That sounds like something Vegeta would say."

Funny, Piccolo thought, because it sounds more like something his father would say. He watched as Gohan’s gaze was brought to the night sky, so clear where he dwelled, he knew Gohan preferred it here. "What do you think, Piccolo?"

                "I think you're of a different species than these humans. If you have questions you should go ask Vegeta. That seems to be what Goku did."

                "Yeah, and he still doesn't know what's going on. Did you not hear me earlier, he was begging for me to bring him to Vegeta or to get Vegeta to him. When he woke up, he didn't seem to remember any of it. He was powerless for a long time, I mean all over the place, Piccolo. I've never seen my dad like that. He was so drained he was delirious," Gohan's large eyes gripped Piccolo in a way he hasn't been able to explain ever since their friendship when he first met Gohan at five years old. Gohan tried to calm himself down, not trying to become the worrier his mother always is.

                "Gohan," Piccolo considered choosing his words wisely but chose them nonetheless, "What is your deal with Vegeta?"

                Gohan didn't flinch. He just looked at Piccolo like he had asked him a preposterous question and said, “Vegeta is questionable."

                "Not really," Piccolo retorted, "Even if he decided to try to blow up the planet, you don't think Goku could stop him?"

                "I'm not even talking about him as a threat. I'm talking about him as a person."

                "Wow,” Piccolo chuckled, “that's really harsh coming from you," he watched Gohan closely.

                "Come on, don't tell me you disagree?" Gohan was very serious, a demeanor Piccolo hated to see him in. He had never shown any sort of enmity for anything or anyone before, at least, not someone his father considered an ally.

                "Look kid, I don't know what type of criminal activity you think Vegeta is involved in but I can't think of any reason you would have to throw him under the bus. You said Goku is fine, didn't you?" Piccolo retorted. It was odd to see Gohan so put off by someone who he seemed to be enamored by, but maybe Piccolo was getting rusty in his character judgment.

                "I just think Vegeta is more capable than we think, I think he knows magic, or he has some sort of outer space voodoo knowledge. What if he's tricked my dad into-"

                "Gohan, voodoo? You think Vegeta needs ‘magic’ to get Goku to come to him?"

                Gohan backed up, "Why would my dad want to hang out with Vegeta?" His eyes shone, you could almost see a hint of a deep rustic brown, as he contorted his eyebrows in confusion at the idea.

                Piccolo was baffled. Gohan's cluelessness didn't make any sense to him. "Your dad has always wanted to hang out with Vegeta." The Namek for some reason felt like he was disclosing top secret information. He had thought that Goku's interest in Vegeta had been more obvious but now was beginning to reconsider. Gohan's face had gone from passionate to unsettled and Piccolo could tell the young man had no idea what he was talking about. "Goku came to me after the fight with Buu, and stayed for a little while, I don't know if you remember?"

                Gohan nodded that he did remember his dad going off for a while by himself. Piccolo wondered if he should even be talking to Gohan about all of this, feeling almost like he's gossiping, but he continued, "Your dad talked nearly every day about how he's always felt this driving desire to see Vegeta. I always wondered what would make a man like your father interested in spending time with a man like Vegeta," Piccolo said, "but then again, you always tried to spend time with Vegeta, too, even when you pretend otherwise. And Goten's never been shy about visiting the Briefs household."

                "What are you trying to say?" Gohan felt like he was being attacked even though he knew that wasn't the case. He felt some embarrassment rise in him and he argued, "Goten goes to see Trunks and I go to see Bulma. And Dad doesn't need to see Vegeta." Gohan spun around, frustrated, turning his back to Piccolo, "Vegeta doesn't want any of us around." The last part was whispered and Piccolo felt like it was out of place, like there was something Gohan had said in his head before speaking that out loud. Almost like he hadn’t meant to say it aloud at all.

                Piccolo was more interested in this than he thought he would be as the conversation grew heavy. Not that he ever wanted his own personal soap opera, he couldn’t help but care for Gohan, the young man had always been his weakness. "I think you should try to talk to Vegeta about all of this. I don't know what else to tell you. You don't believe me anyways. You're still trying to fool me into believing you don't care about Vegeta, when it's obvious to me that he's all you can think about."

                "How would you know?” Gohan cried out, turning around in a rush to face Piccolo. The Namek was thoroughly put off, "I hate Vegeta,” Gohan explained, “He’s mean to Trunks, he doesn’t love Bulma. I honestly don’t know what he’s still doing here.”

Piccolo made no response to Gohan whatsoever, unimpressed by his behavior. Gohan growled and launched at the Namek pulling him down by his gear.

                "Why?" Piccolo declawed Gohan's hands from his shirt, looking down into his large, round eyes, curious; he asked him, “What did Vegeta do to you, Gohan?"

                The boy immediately pushed away, recoiling into himself. He looked cold though he’d have to be on coke to have shivers in such a perfect climate.

                "When you say you hate someone, I assume it's for good reason, Gohan," Piccolo addressed, "Is there something I should be aware of? Something your father should know about?"

                Gohan realized where Piccolo was going and was on the fence about how he should respond. Part of him thought it perfectly reasonable to let Piccolo and others imagine Vegeta performing horrors on him, but the other part of him, the more rational side, decided he could never live with such a warped lie. Not that Vegeta never touched him, but Gohan touched him first, and he could never tell anybody about that.

                "Gohan."

                "No," Gohan finally spoke, looking up into the sky, "How come my Dad wanted to see Vegeta all this time, but never did? What was stopping him?"

                "Beats me," Piccolo shrugged, "Maybe he was stopping himself...?" he determined, more to himself than to Gohan. His mind had not made the transition into the next conversation yet, as Gohan wanted.

                Gohan gathered the strength to look Piccolo in the eyes, "What do you mean?"

                Piccolo was growing tired of beating around the bush and ignoring the point. He got the feeling that Gohan, like Goku, plays more innocent than he really is. He felt fooled. He knew there were depths to which Goku’s mind could go that Piccolo would never be able to determine, but Gohan, he never considered it. Now, he was beginning to think that perhaps he has spent too much time away, and he would have to get to know Gohan all over again.

                Then again, he’d practically spent a lifetime observing others, in particular the Saiyans. Maybe it was the fact that he was not of the same species that made it so easy to watch and dissect every little thing he saw the Saiyan's do. Watching them interact with each other during fights and outside of them was amusing at times, but mostly intriguing. He's had the opportunity over the years to literally get to know the Saiyan's, both the full-blooded, and the halfblooded ones. He even got to watch some of them grow up.

                He thought back on the few, brief, yet explosively informative conversations he'd had with Vegeta, and from what he could gather, Saiyan's are much more base and in tune with themselves than humans. Such interesting contrasts from watching Earthlings find themselves and lose themselves daily. Piccolo considered the fact that Vegeta, who may be very interested in all of the Saiyan's around him, may have a hard time dealing with the half-bloods, who don't understand their own biology and who don't care to learn about their own heritage. Then there's Goku, who's obviously not of this Earth, yet still shows no desire to explore himself.

                The funniest part about all of it, at least to Piccolo, is the fact that Vegeta isn't just some random man who happened to come across Earth in his travels and find his own flesh and blood. Vegeta is the prince of the very culture that Goku emits such power from. He traveled a full year in search of his own brethren, who is only slightly into the knowledge of his people. To Piccolo, Vegeta makes sense, but he guessed he was the only one who felt that way.

                "What do you mean, Piccolo?" Gohan's still boyish voice reached his ears.

                Piccolo folded his arms over his chest and began to scowl down at Gohan, "Don't you understand your own biology a little better than that?" A long time ago Piccolo had toyed with the idea that it didn't matter whether or not Gohan, Goku, or any other Saiyan for that matter, wanted to like Vegeta, but that they would naturally be drawn to him simply because of a basic nature instilled within. It seems, though, that none of the Sons have made any effort to look inside and find out what these things were all about.

                Watching Gohan over the first year of their time together made so many things more clear about Goku and his habits and his abilities. Having literally thrown the child out in the wilderness, expecting fully for him to survive, Piccolo was able to watch from a far all the efforts and experiences Gohan went through. Like peering through the looking glass at his past, another version of a young Goku running around, picking fights with things and chasing after beasts. It was odd to be training, not to mention expecting something big, from his one-time foe's only child. After watching the child go from sniveling and whining to taunting wild savor tooth tigers and cutting off the tails of dinosaurs, it was incredible to watch the same powerful child be so sweet and gentle. It was only when he saw Gohan transform that he realized there was much, much more to these Saiyans than he had originally imagined.

                In the back of his mind he knew he would always see Gohan as that same five year old, brave, bighearted little boy. Piccolo felt a connection to Gohan that he simply wouldn't be able to feel with him if he was not a Saiyan. Piccolo knew if he felt a connection like that, and he knew Gohan felt it, too, then Goku would have to feel similar connections to those who are capable of responding to that type of sensitivity. He could see now why he had decided to take on the roll of caretaker for the young brat, and why these creatures called Saiyan's had an effect on him. Being a creature of nature and meditation himself, it is easy for him to see into the "make" of Gohan. Had the kid been just human, the entire situation wouldn't even have been feasible. Gohan would not have had the spirit, much less ability to stand and fight or survive training. The bottom line is, Gohan feels deeper and stronger and is much more likely to act on instincts rather than emotions.

                He wondered silently if that is why Goku had always been subconsciously concerned with happiness. That seemed to be his thing, after all. Often Piccolo found himself wondering what type of character Goku would have been if he had not hit his head when falling into the ravine. He knew, without a doubt, Goku had long since mastered his emotions in a way similar to Vegeta, but now is the time to question how much of that emotion he can really mask. And what's emotion at this point and what's instinct?

                After meeting Vegeta, and feeling what he felt from Vegeta, this powerful charisma and will-bending aura, and now seeing Goku succumb to him with his own eyes, he could no longer deny the probability of his ideas. Gohan, like his father, must be running from it as fast as he can, his human side unable to bear what his Saiyan counterpart needs to live.

                "I think you should talk to Vegeta," Piccolo advised again at last.

                "Great, I should go talk to Vegeta, then," Gohan shook his head and began walking away from Piccolo without the intent of leaving entirely just yet, "I just don't want to."

                "Gohan," Piccolo was pleased that it had all come together in his mind, and also happy that he was Namekian and didn't have to deal with any of it. He was no help in these sorts of situations, an ear to listen, maybe, but that's all. Still he had questions, "You and Vegeta..." he didn't know why he was hesitating, he'd already asked once.

                "There's nothing to do with me and Vegeta," with that Gohan did leave.

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                "Stop your shivering," a deep voice and an exotic scent seemed to surround him as it spoke to him, beckoning, "Come with me." Goku thought he was dreaming- Vegeta would never, ever invite him anywhere. But when he opened his eyes he saw Vegeta's darkly handsome face very close to his, and was drawn in to sniff at his neck. Vegeta leaned back and stood up, the bed shifting from where he'd just been sitting down. Goku followed, moving at the same time, like they were stuck together with an invisible two foot chain. Vegeta moved through the room and to the window seal. He jumped out and took off into the air. Goku jumped...

                "Goku!" Chi Chi shrieked, having watched the oddest thing happen. He was sleep-walking up to the window, and then he jumped, she assumed to fly somewhere, but instead he fell straight to the ground with a great thud. She ran down the stair case and out the front door and around the corner to find a wide awake, very confused man sitting on the ground, looking just as perplexed as she was. "What's gotten into you, Goku?" She asked, running over and sitting down beside him, one hand on his forehead, the other on his wrist and hand.

                Goku didn't say anything. He didn't know what to say. Nothing like that had ever happened to him before. His dream had been so real, he still wasn't entirely sure he had been dreaming. What time was it? Did he actually manage to get any sleep?

                Chi Chi tried to get Goku to look her in the eyes, leaning into his line of sight. She brought her hand from his forehead to his cheek and kissed him on the lips gently, "Won't you tell me what's going on?"

                Goku kissed her again, knowing she truly, deeply cares for him. "I was sleeping.’Guess I can't fly and sleep at the same time," he laughed, getting off of the ground, lifting her up with him. He looked around the night sky, probably for Vegeta, though he wasn't sure. He was feeling so weird, like everything was off. He knew he wasn't sick, just not right. It all had everything to do with Vegeta, that much he knew he could be sure about by now. He brought Chi Chi into the house and set her down gently on the ground. He could barely feel the soft hands on his biceps through the blood rushing in his veins. "I'll be back later," he told her before walking back out the door and taking off into the air, not looking back.

                He didn't get far before being cut off, Vegeta appearing right in front of him, hands crossed over his chest, a scowl on his face. Surprised to run into him so soon, Goku just looked at the other man. He could feel the sweat dripping down the side of his face as he awed at the other, in-ignorable man. It took him a moment to realize why Vegeta looked so strange, he wasn't in his training uniform, instead he was in blue jeans and a somewhat baggy long-sleeved shirt, black. He looked comfortable.

                "Coming to see me?" Vegeta smirked, showing his white, perfectly straight teeth. He cracked his neck and repeated himself from Goku's dream, "Come with me."

                It didn't even strike Goku to reconsider following him, he simply went along with whatever it was Vegeta had in mind. For some reason, he was feeling a connection to the other man that had not been there before, even after becoming Vegetto. He wasn't used to seeing Vegeta in his dreams and was still a little put off that he had fallen to the ground from two stories high, but since Vegeta wasn't mentioning anything about a visit, he figured he'd spare the older man his troubles.

                Looking into the sky at the moon he realized he must have just gotten to sleep when Vegeta crept into his mind, the bright star had barely begun its course across the sky. Did he know, in the back of his mind, Vegeta was on his way to see him? Did Vegeta call for him before he even headed his way? He caught Vegeta glancing at him and sped up to fly beside him instead of behind him. Vegeta looked at him again, not trying to hide his gaze this time. Goku didn't know what to think of it all as he looked over at Vegeta, finding something in his eyes he'd never noticed before and didn't know what to call it.

                Goku looked down at the Earth as the two of them flew at what seemed a slow pace over the plane. Watching it all go by dizziness overtook him, he felt himself losing energy. He struggled to continue on for a few moments before actually having to stop flying and head towards the ground. Vegeta was two steps ahead of him, catching him as he fell and laying him down gently once they'd reached land.

                The prince looked around for a moment and turned back to the younger man. "'Don't know what you're thinking," Vegeta was mumbling as he lifted Goku off the ground and brought him to his feet, helping him over to water. All of Goku's senses were on fire; still he could concentrate on the feel of Vegeta's hands on his body in nonthreatening ways. He had a strong grip around his waist, and Goku could smell Vegeta like he'd never noticed his scent before. "Get in," Vegeta insisted, but Goku didn't want to swim, he didn't understand what was happening to him, he just slumped down Vegeta's body and sat on the groundat Vegeta’s feet by the edge of the lake, feeling strange. Vegeta pushed Goku slightly back by his forehead with a finger, ripped his shirt off, put his foot to his chest and pushed him in the water. Vegeta removed his own shirt and dove in, coming up to the surface right next to a sputtering Goku.

                Almost immediately Kakarot was beginning to feel better. The cool water did wonders on reawakening him, rejuvenating him, though he didn't know what he needed restoration from. His body had been on high alert and he was just now starting to feel some of the edge come off. He ran a hand through his hair and held onto the edge of the waters, trying not to stare too hard at Vegeta. The prince didn't seem to be paying any attention to him, running his fingers through his own hair and moving around in the water as he pleased. Goku caught wind of a deep sigh from Vegeta, he had never heard Vegeta sigh before, unless it was in disgust. Every moment brought something new to the table for Goku recently; he didn't know where he stood in all this confusion.

                Vegeta moved over to Goku, and Goku knew what was coming, but he didn't know how to prepare for it. He felt his heart racing, and suddenly didn't know if he was going to be able to swim anymore. But when Vegeta's hands touched his body under the water he felt okay, safe, a feeling he never found himself longing for until the moment before he'd found inviolability. Vegeta's skin was cool to the touch from the water, and Goku didn't hesitate to run his hand up the length of Vegeta's arm, feeling the strength in his shoulders and neck, pressing his fingers into the prince's sagging hair.

                Before Goku knew it, he was kissing Vegeta again, kissing him like he couldn't remember kissing anyone else before. When he put his hands on the side of Vegeta's face and felt his tongue being sucked into Vegeta's mouth he thought to himself, "I could never give this up..." And while some small part of him felt that a thought like that should arouse panic, Goku felt none in him. He knew Vegeta's scent was somehow familiar to him, though he couldn't imagine why and how come this epiphany just now hit him. He knew Vegeta had been dying to kiss him, though he couldn't for the life of him think of any reason why he would think something like that. Was it the fever in which Vegeta's mouth played with his, or the desire he could feel from the friction Vegeta made between their bodies?

                Goku was pressing his palm firmly against the wall of mud in an attempt to keep some type of foundation for them to lean against but was finding it difficult to pull off. He could feel Vegeta's hands reaching where ever they wanted to reach and he was having a hard time keeping up with his change in pace. When Vegeta gripped his hip and ran his hand from the base of Goku's tail all the way down to the tip, flipping the tip under just so tenderly before letting go Goku bucked his hips forward slamming into Vegeta's pelvis causing him to moan into his mouth. Not a second later Goku felt that strange pulse jolt through his body once again. He pulled back, saliva drawing from his lips and looked deeply into the older man's dark eyes.

Vegeta smirked at him, creating space between them in the water where there had been none. Kakarot couldn't explain what this was that was overtaking him, but he liked it. He felt high, different. He could tell he was being changed, but he wasn’t afraid of it, he more welcomed it than anything. He flung his head backwards, accidentally hitting the wall behind him, creating a dent much too deep for such a light hit. Water filled the gaping hole but Kakarot’s body never moved in the current. He continued to grow in strength, his body altering back into the form he’d been holding only hours before.

Vegeta watched in excitement as Kakarot, who was smirking the whole time, transformed, roaring within the waters. Vegeta was enjoying this way too much, he knew, but he couldn’t help himself. He felt the similar current ride within him. So soon, he thought, and was pleased. When he closed his eyes he knew the next time he opened them he would be seeing a different world.
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