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Atavism	By : ctsama Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 9192 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball, Dragonball Z, Dragonball Super, Resurrection 'F', or Battle of Gods or the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Heat

Vegeta shuddered deeply and adrenaline surged. His ki erupted out of him and he exploded into his second form, roaring in challenge. Goku was knocked back but only for a moment. He roared back in answer and matched him in form just as violently. The ground shook for miles around.

Goku charged him and the battle was joined in earnest. They took to the sky in an explosion of power. This was no sparring session. Battle energy sang through them both. There were no thoughts of strategy, no questioning why. They fought with a focus and strength previously unknown to either of them, their movements so fast no one but a god could observe.

Vegeta’s acrobatic fighting style had Goku dodging and blocking wildly as Vegeta flipped and spun around him, appearing and disappearing, landing hit after hit. Then the battle would turn as Goku’s raw power put Vegeta on the defensive.

The battle raged for nearly an hour. They were tiring and neither had a decisive advantage. Goku’s gi top was gone and his pants were in shreds, and they were both fairly covered in bruises and cuts from the violence of the fight. As they panted in midair, Vegeta snarled, blinked out and reappeared above Goku. Before the other felt his presence Vegeta was already spinning in a complete circle to add to the momentum of the coming blow. He struck Goku sharply at the base of neck with both hands locked into a fist and sent him crashing toward the ground. The impact kicked up a cloud of dirt and Vegeta waited, expecting the battle to be over. The dust cleared however, revealing nothing on the ground. He spun just in time to see Goku bearing down on him with a roar. He drove into Vegeta’s midsection, driving him to the ground and halting himself a few feet short, leaving Vegeta to slam into the ground.

The impact knocked the wind out of him and he lay there stunned by it. He was dazed and lost his hold on his second form. Vegeta’s hair and eyes drained back to black and he wiped a stream of blood from his eye. He stood slowly, grunting as he rose. Goku floated before him several feet off the ground. He walked forward, holding Goku’s stare of liquid fire with a steady, measuring gaze of his own. Goku moved backward as he advanced, waiting, ready to continue the fight if Vegeta required it.

Vegeta moved away from the impact crater his body had made when Goku had crashed him to the ground. When he felt grass under his feet again he sank to his knees, palms upturned on his thighs. His eyes remained locked on the other Saiyan.

When he didn’t reengage Goku touched down directly before him. He leaned down and Vegeta could feel the power and desire surging through him. A soft, steady growl fell from Goku’s lips and Vegeta shuddered. Instinctively he knew what Goku was waiting for and gladly gave it. “Worthy,” he growled back before tilting his head back and exposing his throat.

His actions opened the floodgates in Goku and the growl increased in volume. He dropped to his knees as well, eyes fixed on the tender skin of Vegeta’s neck. His hand rose of its own accord once more and his fingers sought out the spiky, dark locks. He leaned in, inhaled again, and finally completed the action Vegeta’s outburst had interrupted before.

He sank his teeth into the sweat-slick skin of Vegeta’s neck. Both of them voiced their satisfaction and for a moment Goku’s presence swelled in Vegeta’s mind. He realized why and shielded himself before Goku noticed anything had happened.

Goku pulled back just enough to flip Vegeta onto his stomach and push his own pants down. His cock bobbed free, heavy with need. Cold dread gripped Vegeta’s heart, but he didn’t give in to the urge to fight. This was necessary, there was no other way.

Goku lifted Vegeta’s hips and found that tight, warm passage with the head of his cock. He slammed forward into Vegeta and buried himself to the hilt. They both cried out, Goku with the pleasure of the delicious wet heat squeezing around him and Vegeta with the pain of the breach. It hurt, but it was by far the least painful sexual experience he’d ever had from another male. And even though it hurt, Goku inside of him felt so right that the fear gripping him began to lose its hold.

Goku had dropped down into his first Super Saiyan form, but didn’t seem to be able to drop to base. The heat from it burned Vegeta inside and out, but it was nothing he couldn’t handle. But Goku seemed aware enough to know that the imbalance could do some serious damage and Vegeta could feel him trying to control his energy, to drop out of Super Saiyan. He gathered his remaining strength and forced a transformation to match Goku and Vegeta was astonished at the satisfaction and pleasure he could feel from Goku.

Urged on by pure instinct Goku began to plunge fast and hard into him, on a completely unconscious level knowing Vegeta could and would take anything he could give, that he didn’t have to hold back. Heat pooled and exploded out of him, and nothing had ever felt so right.

His cock twitched inside Vegeta and he had to keep going. He pulled Vegeta back against him as he had held him last night before sliding a hand underneath each thigh. He lifted Vegeta off the ground and drove himself deep. Vegeta groaned and let his head rest on the taller Saiyan's shoulder, giving him access to his neck yet again and Goku followed his instincts. He bit down again, drawing blood and rumbled in satisfaction at Vegeta’s cry.

He drove himself in hard and slow, just soaking in the unbelievable sensations Vegeta’s body was giving him. Eventually the soft mewls and whimpers falling from Vegeta’s lips reached his foggy mind. He lowered Vegeta’s smaller body back to his knees and wrapped an arm around his chest for leverage. His other hand found his cock hard and leaking. Goku stroked in counterpoint to his thrusts and Vegeta choked on a sob, hips pushing into his hand. He felt like he was falling and one hand flew to Goku’s arm and the other wound around the back of his neck and came to rest in his hair.

His body shuddered and arched, in the overload of stimulation. He had never in his life felt pleasure like this, didn’t even know he was capable of enjoying sex with another male. He trembled and he was embarrassed at the sounds he was making, but he couldn’t stop, chasing a high it seemed only Goku could give him.

Goku held off as long as he could, but it couldn’t last. He worked Vegeta’s length faster, determined to take them over the edge together. With a shudder that started deep inside him Vegeta came hard with a long, breathy cry. His passage squeezed Goku’s length in its sweet grip and he bucked helplessly into him, releasing again even harder than the first time with a harsh yell.

Vegeta sagged in Goku’s arms and he bore them both to the ground. He wanted to say something, to think, to talk but his mind was still too foggy. He could only hold Vegeta close as tremors rocked him. He buried his head in the crook of Vegeta’s neck and inhaled that intoxicating new scent. Vegeta clung to him, needing his steadiness and Goku gave it as long as he could. He nuzzled the exhausted prince, stroking his skin and kissing every inch he could reach as long as he could before sleep claimed them both.

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Vegeta woke again after only a few hours. Goku was still deeply sleeping and still held him close. He closed his eyes, allowing himself just one more moment. In such a short time he had begun to feel like he belonged in the other saiyan’s arms. With a great heaviness of heart he extracted himself from those arms, knowing he couldn’t stay.

Somewhere beyond his body’s soreness he could already feel a pleasant warmth deep inside him, and somehow he knew he had ‘caught.’ He felt between his legs and found the slickness of blood that he expected, but was unsurprised to find that mysterious hole had once again closed up. It had one purpose and that purpose had been filled.

He rose, made it a few paces away before he was driven to his knees by a wave of dizziness. That same driving instinct that had initiated their coupling hit him again, this time with a sense of foreboding it took him a few minutes to unpack.

He was supposed to stay with Goku. Males capable of bearing children required the taking of a mate for safety. He wasn’t able to pick up on why, only that there was a high degree of danger in going this alone.

Unfortunately he had no choice. Whether or not Vegeta agreed with it Goku had chosen a human wife and family. This was more of a complication than he ever would have wanted. And even if Goku had been available and willing, his experiences under Freeza’s rule had left him warped and the damage was irreparable. Mating would have meant tying Goku into his mangled psyche, and Vegeta was certain that would destroy him. Biological imperative or no, he would not inflict himself on the other Saiyan any more than he had to for the survival of their shared race. He could only hope Goku could forgive him someday for using him this way.

Vegeta fought his way through the dizziness to stand again. He dug some clothes out of his pack and dressed himself. He found the second capsule full of food and popped it open, leaving it for Goku.

He started to take off, but stopped, turning back to the sleeping warrior. He dropped down, ran a hand through Goku’s hair. He leaned in, breathing in the other’s scent, trying to commit it all to memory; it would have to last a while. He touched Goku’s sleeping mind and left him a thought just in case he needed it. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry I had to do this to you,” he murmured. “Hopefully the ends will justify the means.”

That compulsion to stay flared again with a strength that left him gasping. The fact that he actually wanted nothing more than to lay back down and let Goku finish the bonding made this even more difficult.

But through his entire life, what he wanted for himself didn’t matter. It never had. He pushed the feelings away with a practised ease and rose.

When he stood again he was glad no one was around to see the wetness in his eyes. He left something near the sleeping form and took off into the sky.
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Goku swam up into consciousness through a headache. He could swear he had a hangover but he couldn’t remember drinking anything.

He sat up, rubbing the back of his head. His body hurt in a way that spoke of a strenuous fight, but why had he been fighting? Did he spar with Vegeta again? Maybe he’d been knocked in the head a little too hard.

He tried to put his memories in order. He remembered Vegeta going to catch him some breakfast. The thought warmed him the way it always did when Vegeta went out of the way for him. Then he had caught a whiff of that new scent of Vegeta’s on the breeze, but it was far stronger than it had been. It had dragged him up to see him sitting naked on the bank of the stream. All his thoughts of slowly winning the other man over had flown and left in their place an intense desire to be closer to him immediately and… that was all. He couldn’t remember anything else.

“Vegeta?” he called. The other Saiyan was missing, he couldn’t even sense him. He put his hands on the ground behind him to steady himself and he touched something. He turned to find a senzu bean sitting on top of Vegeta’s gloves. A capsule container full of food was nearby as well. He frowned, taking the senzu and popping it in his mouth. His ki returned and his body mended itself, and memory began to return slowly and in pieces.

They had fought, and it had been a fight, not a sparring session. Vegeta had started the fight but the why remained lost. ‘Wait, why was Vegeta fighting me naked?’ He looked down, realizing that he wasn’t exactly dressed either.

He remembered winning the fight, and… What followed was like snapshots from the greatest wet dream he’d ever had, except it had apparently actually happened. He was naked and that same intoxicating scent that had poured off Vegeta was all over him. “Oh my god, I didn’t…” There was blood on his lips, Vegeta’s blood, and it was there on his cock.

‘No! I told him I wouldn’t hurt him! What did I-’

Before his panic could run away with him a thought that wasn’t his ghosted through his mind.

//Stop freaking out, Kakarot. You didn’t do anything wrong.//

He blinked, panic receding. The warm, foreign thought felt like Vegeta, tasted like amusement and flitted away as quickly as it had come. He remembered the things Vegeta had left him along with that thought. If he had been afraid, would he have left Goku food, a senzu? No, he would have fled. More likely, knowing Vegeta, King of All Expediency, he would have killed him while he was vulnerable in his exhausted sleep. He lifted the gloves, running his thumb along the material. The message was clear. ‘He doesn’t need these with me anymore.’

The situation wasn’t good, but it wasn’t as bad as he initially feared either.

The fact that he’d just broken his marriage vows didn’t escape him, but he was surprised to find he wasn’t all that concerned either. He snorted, smiled a little at that. Being concerned about things wasn’t really his forte anyway, as his friends and family so liked to remind him. But this was supposed to be a huge, life-altering crisis. He wondered if his inability to muster anxiety over the state of his marriage after having fucked his best friend in a lust-filled haze was a Goku thing, a Saiyan thing or just a ‘him and Vegeta’ thing.

He licked his lip, tasting the blood and remembering how he’d sunk his teeth into Vegeta’s exposed throat and how Vegeta had submitted himself to the act. He moaned, flopping himself back onto the ground. He couldn’t remember much, but what he could remember was definitely life-altering.

Somehow the encounter had left him sure that Vegeta was the universe’s answer to his existence and vice versa, and he wanted more. Unfortunately, seeing how the other man had high-tailed it out of there, he doubted Vegeta would see things the same way.

He still couldn’t sense him. After long thought Goku decided to let him stay hidden for now. After all he’d learned about Vegeta in the past day he understood that patience would serve him best, at least until he knew what he was up against.

He rose, sighing heavily before starting to dig into the feast Vegeta had left him. He ate slowly and didn’t even finish everything before packing up to leave.

‘I miss him already.’

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It’s a shorter chapter than usual but since it has a lemon in it I didn’t think you’d mind. Still with me? Who do you feel worse for now, Goku or Vegeta? :)

Ulrike: Yeah, I hurt him pretty bad. And although I can’t promise not to do it again, I can promise it’ll all work out. I’m a sucker for happy endings. :) Believe it or not, I don’t really go for mpreg fics either, but I couldn’t resist it here. The Saiyans look human, but they’re aliens and are quite different from humans culturally and physiologically speaking. I wanted to see if I could pull it off under that heading. And Vegeta is Vegeta no matter what happens, so I’m doing my best to make sure his personality stays in tact through all this. I hope it works out, let me know what you think. :) I actually like Bulma, I think she’s hilarious. I like grown-up Chichi too, but it’s more difficult for me to get in her head. You’re awesome, thank you!

cara9001: Yeah, Goku controlling himself is gonna take some time. But to be fair, Vegeta’s pushing buttons. Because that’s what Vegeta does. Lol! Gohan, well, we'll just have to see. (I'm being inscrutable, can you tell? Nyaha). During that whole recounting of Bad Past Stuff, I felt like it was more important that Goku knew how Vegeta felt about the whole thing rather than just the facts and I didn’t think I could get there with just a flashback. I’m glad it worked, thank you! And you’re right, Vegeta is emotionally jacked, and the saddest part is he knows it. So Goku’s going to have an uphill battle. I’m going to try and update as close to weekly as I can so when I leave you on a cliffhanger (and I will do it again, I can’t help it, lol!), at least it won’t be forever ‘til it’s resolved. Eventually I'll have to leave off the fic for a while to wait for some more of the Super manga to come out, but that's not for a long time. :D 'Til next time, and thank you!
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