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Unforgivable	By : thePrincesJewel Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 7485 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Goten nodded. �I�ll go home. You�re right. I need to face her.�

Vegeta nodded. �It will be better if you face her. You know why your father is there.�

�He�s trying to protect me. To keep her from using me in his place.�

Vegeta frowned. The boy�s voice was too soft, too emotionless. �What�s wrong, mini-baka? You aren�t afraid, are you?�

Eyes nearly as blank as his father�s often were looked up at him. �I have worse things to fear than my mother raping me again.� Vegeta found himself too startled to hide his surprise. A soft, harsh chuckle came from the boy. �I�m no more than a private whore, just like my father. I never even knew.� Again, his voice was soft. �Why fear my mother doing what my lover has done for years with my willing assistance?�

A muted gasp. Vegeta looked up to see wide, shocked blue eyes. Only for a moment, and then his son whirled and ran, one hand pressed to his mouth. He frowned. �My son appears to disagree.�

�He was the one who said that�s all I was.�

A snort. �He seems to have changed his mind.�

The slightest lift of a shoulder. �We�ll see.�

We�ll see. What did that mean? He watched the two, saw how Trunks stayed close to Goten rather than fading away to mingle with the girls as he usually did. Saw how much more possessive his son behaved toward the younger man, laughingly saying that he preferred Goten�s company to theirs. It was not long, though, before his eyes strayed to� Goku.

His hand was behind his head again, a strained smile on his face. Perhaps only Vegeta noticed the strain, the unsteadiness of the laughter as Goku tried to extricate himself from whatever trouble he�d gotten himself into. Krillin was laughing at him, Yamcha nearby trying not to wheeze himself to death. Overly bright dark eyes met his own for an instant, the pain in them making his soul hurt. This was not Goku. This was Kuroichi in a costume. So then, who was it that tried to share his bed?

Again, he looked toward his son, now wrapped around the youngest of Goku�s boys. The little circle of people around them had gone suddenly silent, and Goten was looking up at him with an expression of disbelief that morphed into sheer delight as Vegeta watched. So, his son had finally admitted to what he was, and what the mini-baka was to him. His lover.

His eyes strayed again. The smile now was real, tinged yet with sorrow, but real, as the news spread to the circle of geriatrics. Vegeta snorted, knowing he and ... the other fit into that category by human standards. By Saiyan standards, though... Hn. I wonder? What would we be? So many Saiyans died so much younger than we are, the curse of a warrior race. Then again, we are alive only by a series of miracles and magics. How old do Saiyans live to be? I don't remember ever seeing an old Saiyan... He dwelt on that for awhile, drawing out of his contemplations only when Chi-Chi's voice got too shrill for comfort.

Vegeta looked up, to find the woman gripping her son, screaming from behind a loose semi-circle of the older people - and a few of the middle-aged ones. Many of the younger ones were looking on in shock, only three siding with his son. And all of those with Saiyan blood were trying to protect their ears. He winced as she got even more shrill, screaming obscenities at his son while trying to thrust hers into the house.

He looked for a bright orange outfit, found the wearer on the ground, both hands clasped tightly against his ears, rocking back and forth. He moved closer as a brief silence fell.

�Chi-Chi, he is my lover. He�s been my lover since he was fourteen,� Trunks said into the far too brief silence.

�Not anymore.� Her voice, formerly shrill, dropped to a threatening hiss. �You won�t see him again. Goku and I will see to that!�

�Goku already knew!� Trunks snapped. �He didn�t care. He still doesn�t!�

�That is beside the point!� Her voice became shrill again. �He will do as he�s told!�

�Goten. Come on. Let�s go home�� Trunks begged. �Your mom needs some time to get used to the idea.�

Goten didn�t answer, seeming limp in his mother�s grasp. The only reason she was having any trouble getting him in the door was because he wasn�t walking on his own, Vegeta noted. Damn the Sons and their passive aggressiveness. If the boy would just stand up to her, there wouldn�t be a problem.

�Goten!� Trunks called again. �Come on, honey. Let�s go.�

The boy�s head moved slowly, his eyes connecting with his lover�s. He took one step toward Trunks, and his mother shrieked. Everyone clapped their hands to their ears, Goten sagging once more in her grip.

Vegeta approached, pulling him roughly from the woman's arms, cradling him close. �I won�t allow you to keep him here any longer. I love him.� He floated above their heads, looking down at them impartially, successfully keeping his face straight at his son�s open-mouthed shock. �My son has claimed him as mate, I love him as my son,� he clarified, his eyes meeting agonized ones. He smiled gently at the relief that filled them, getting an answer to a question he had never asked. A silent communication passed.

Goku rose, slipping into the house before his wife opened her mouth. Vegeta floated above them, ignoring the noises coming from the woman�s mouth, eyes on his son. Trunks flew up to join him, taking Goten from his father�s grasp. �I didn�t think� you would��

�What? Approve?� Vegeta snorted at the look on Trunks� face. �I�m the one who told him to move in with you, remember? I�m the one fucking his father. Why wouldn�t I approve? Take the boy home. He may be delighted that you finally admitted your love, but his mother�s reaction isn�t helping.�

�Daddy�� Goten whispered. �Daddy didn�t do anything� I thought he would. I thought he would at least say something�� He pulled from Trunks� grasp, looking down. �But he isn�t even there.�

�He went inside.� Vegeta scanned the gathering. The old ones hadn�t the energy to fly, and the middle aged ones, while giving him evil looks, didn�t appear to be willing to fight him. Chi-Chi was still screaming. And where had� Goku gotten off to. A blur of bright orange exited an upstairs window.

�Goten!� Goku stopped directly in front of his son, holding something out. �Here. You�ll need your things.� He gave his son a hug as the gathering below went silent, watching. He gave both Goten and Trunks a hug, waving frantically after them as they flew off.

�He thought you wouldn�t do anything.�

�I almost never go against Chi-Chi�s wishes unless it�s related to world saving. You know that.� He shot a look at his wife, the woman�s face turning a very unbecoming shade of red. �I don�t think she�s happy with me.�

�So leave her.�

�I��

�Your son is safe now, under both my protection and my son�s. She won�t be able to hurt him again. You know as well as I do that as Goku, you�re completely invisible if you aren�t being�� Vegeta sighed, motioning at his outfit. �Visible.�

Goku hung his head. �I know.� His gaze moved to the assembly. �I suppose� I don�t know. Vegeta��

Vegeta dropped back to the ground, Goku following him. Chi-Chi approached, her hands clenched, ready for battle. �I want you to come back home with me,� Vegeta said, his voice carrying easily to the gathering. He noticed the woman stumble.

�Why would he? He�s my husband! And he�s not going to spar with you. We need to have a little� talk!� Chi-Chi spat. �Come on, Goku.�

Vegeta held his gaze as the woman grabbed his arm, attempting to drag him into the house. �Kuroichi,� he said, his voice velvety, �please gather your things and take us back home.�

Goku�s eyes widened, the false smile dropping from his face. Kuroichi knelt, dragging Chi-Chi to the ground with him, then pried her fingers from his arm. He entered the house, coming out a few minutes later, the make-up washed from his face. Shocked murmurs ripped through the crowd as he walked to Vegeta, ripping off the orange and blue. The sunlight showed the scars on his upper body clearly, and reflected off the crimson vinyl playing the part of a second skin to his lower half. His tail, no longer confined by clothing, lashed behind him as he knelt again before Vegeta. �I am ready to go home, Master.�

�Come then. Take us back.� Vegeta held out a hand to Kuroichi, who took it, raising two fingers to his forehead. They vanished�

to reappear in Kuroichi�s room. Again, he dropped, waiting his master�s whims to be made known. �Kuro�.�

�Master?�

�Is this how you feel, Kuro? These colors, do they reflect you?�

�Yes, Master.� He didn�t raise his head.

Vegeta was quiet for some time, turning slowly to take in the effect of the room again, carefully scenting the air. �Do you know what your room tells me, Kuroichi?�

�No, Master.�

�Your room is made up of the colors of death. Spilled, old blood, and freshly turned graves,� Vegeta said quietly. �Your room reminds me of my life under Frieza, and I don�t like the reminder. I�m going to free you, Kuroichi.�

He looked up then. �Master! No! Please, no!�

�Yes. I don�t want a� a trained monkey, going through the motions he�s been taught. I will free you.�

�No!� Kuroichi threw himself at Vegeta�s feet. �Please, Master, no! Beat me again, please! Just don�t send me away!�

�Beat you again?� Vegeta questioned. �I don�t think so. Once was enough.�

�Please, Master! Beat me again� break me again� don�t send me away!�

�Br� Kuro, what are you talking about?� Vegeta snapped. What is with him? Beat him again? Why would I? I�ve only done that once� and someone else broke him, or he wouldn�t be begging to be kept. He truly has no pride.

�Like you did before, Master. Beat me until I�m broken, bloody. I�ve shamed you, disobeyed you, made you unhappy. Beat me like before� please don�t make wait this time, don�t make me wonder when you will come to punish me,� Kuroichi sobbed. �Don�t make me leave you, Master! I want to be yours! Please�� His voice degraded into a pathetic whimper. �Just beat me instead. Use� use the ne.. nee� needle� this time.�

�What needle?� Vegeta reached down, grabbing thick black spikes, and yanked Kuroichi�s head up. �You make no sense. I have beaten you once, bruised you. I haven�t beaten you bloody, or hard enough to break any bones since you�ve been under my protection, and I never� oh, wait. I only used needles at the first, to get you fed.�

�M�m� master?� Kuroichi could read the truth in his master�s eyes. He hadn�t been the one who had battered him, leaving him for dead once, and cutting it fine two other times. �Then� who?�

�Who what?� Vegeta snapped. �What are you talking about?� His eyes widened. �That time� when your room was so bloody - you thought I did that to you?� Kuroichi found himself with a face full of irate Saiyan prince. �I DID NOT! I found you, took care of you, and you thought�.� He spluttered, too incensed to talk, throwing Kuroichi onto the bed.

�Three times, Master,� he whispered. �I was beaten three times. The first time, the night of the Capsule Corp ball, and again recently. I used my last two senzu beans to heal the damage from those. The last time, he came from your room, through the connecting door. He held me down, so that I couldn�t see him. He held a needle to my arm� I begged to be beaten� was willing to do anything to have the needle taken away. He left me a senzu, told me to take it, so that I would be ready to serve� sounded just like you� I thought it was��
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