Moments In A Life
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Moments
In A Life
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Warnings and Things that Don’t Belong to Me:
A.
DBZ, DBGT (even though its never included in any of my
writing) and DB don’t belong to me. I
don’t make money off this or you would have had to pay to read.
B.
Warnings include (but aren’t necessarily limited
to): Smut (sex, MALE and MALE sex.) Bad
language. Vegeta with an attitude and a
secret. Goku (who isn’t stupid.)
Krillin sex. It’s also AU.
the GT world.)
C.
A
answered from Marie at Aff.net, and Hudine’s challenge for straight Goten and
Trunks. (Though it pains me so.)
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Part
of Vegeta (a rather large part, actually) wanted the idiot to say ‘yes.’
of his Prince and beg to be taken in wild abandoned like an animal, rutting on
the dirty mattress in the betraying blue-eyed woman’s room.
everything could hear his cries, and maybe they would watch.
All the little Z-fighters would show up and watch.
“What?”
Kakarot squeaked, blushed so brightly it had to have given him a
headache—supposing there was anything inside that head to ache.
wou would… I don’t….
VEGETA!”
Yes,
he thought dryly, yell my name like that.
It sounded all right. A little
more purr and a little less offended virgin would work better.
of person Kakarot was when you stripped him of his clothes.
naked. Became shy or confident.
the fact that Chichi turned into a bobcat when you stripped her.
leather whip.
Kakarot
regained some of his lost composure.
“Vegeta, I don’t even know how to offer…that.”
“Yes
you do,” he retorted.
“No
I…”
“You
saw,” he pointed out. Made his voice
lower, huskier, knew that Kakarot would respond to that on a basic level the
same way that Bulma had. The way that
Krillin had. “Saw uckiucking
“Offer me that, Kakarot.”
He
was shaking a little. It was almost cute
if a Saiyan capable of destroying a planet could ever be cute.
his name. Like a moan.
spoken low and desperately.
Beautiful. “It wouldn’t be
right.”
He
shrugged. “You know where I am when you
change your mind.” Not if.
this, and he didn’t. Not really.
in his bed. It was inevitable.
Then
he turned and walked away, unconcerned that Kakarot was staring after him,
still blushing, and with the added burden of arousal that hung heavy in the air
around the large one. Smirked as he
headed back to his room, and wondered if the little bald one was going to show
up.
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He
tried. Marron went to Gohan’s for the
day to visit with little Pan. He looked
at his wife and he tried. Took her in
his arms and kissed her, and she touched him everywhere.
he was interested. Touched his skin
until it got slick with sweat and he could feel every inch of himself.
and he felt so empty it was like sobbing, sobbing as he thrust into her and hid
his face in her shoulder, in her breasts.
Touched her skin on her ribs and down, against her stomach and her
hips. Heard her shivering little moans
as she canted her hips back against his.
Fought for the peak, and he tried.
Tried
so hard that he thought he might have really started sobbing as her hands raked
down his back. Felt her fingernails but
they didn’t bruise, just made his skin pink and it wasn’t enough.
gasps, her shock, felt her alarm.
But
it wasn’t enough. And he didn’t even
kiss her as he pulled away. Left her
alone and unfulfilled, and wondered if she felt as humiliated as him.
damn about him, and still he wanted that fuck.
Wanted Vegeta because nothing could care so very little about him as
that man did. It was all the emotion that
choked him, as he stood with his back to his wife, and wondered if this was as
bad as death. Listened to 18 breath and
the rustling of blankets as she climbed back to her feet, but she didn’t come
over to him.
She
was a smart woman. She probably understood.
tell her the truth. Maybe she would
hate him, and then he would love her again.
Wasn’t
that the shit?
“Go
away already,” he heard her say. Like a
bruise. “I know you’re going to.”
He
wasn’t sure if that made it better or worse.
If it even mattered anymore. But
it made the perversity of it ache inside of him, and that made him think of
Vegeta, think of the weeks he had spent thinking about the feeling of Vegeta
inside of him. Fucking him until he
couldn’t even breath, but Vegeta didn’t feel a second of it.
him, and the handst brt bruised and shoved him away. He wanted to apologize, as he pulled his clothes on.
her. Somewhere, inside of him, he
really did love her still.
he saw her reflection in the mirror on their wall, saw her back to him, and
there was nothing he could have said to make it better.
Corp. Knocked on the door until Trunks
answered it and looked at him with eyes that knew the truth but had yet to
speak against it. Gave him a glare that told him what he already knew:
He
nodded, moved past the son and up the stairs, to the room where Vegeta stood
looking out the window with a strange satisfied smile on his face.
and wasn’t it disgusting how quickly his body responded to the
indifference. Quickened and shook and
he felt the shudder rack through him as his mouth dropped open without his
permission. There was nothing.
his own heart and the sound of his ragged breath in the air, and Vegeta looked
out the window—looked at something out there—before turning to look at
him. Disdainful smile on his face with
that hint of amusement that made him a bastard. “This is the last time,” he said.
Krillin
nodded fast. Moved out of this
room—this room that was Vegeta’s—and into the bare room with the stink of his
betrayal, and the dirty mattress that was stained and dimpled from his hands
and knees. Tore his clothes off and
dropped them on the floor as Vegeta closed the door, and his breathing was
painful in his chest. His heart was
beating so fast, and his erection throbbed with need just as badly as he felt
empty. Alone. Empty. He crossed the
floor and crawled onto the bed.
Heard
Vegeta pick up the tube of lubricant off the floor, heard the shifting of his
pants and two fingers pressed against him, slicked him but didn’t push
inside. Vegeta never put his fingers
inside of him. Then hands that bruised
him grabbed his hips, pulled him back and in place, and he felt Vegeta against
him, between his legs. Dropped down to
his elbows and silently willed the invasion.
Almost
sobbed when he felt it against him, and then the hardness forced its way into
him, slick and hot and he rubbed his face against his arms and felt false tears
in his eyes. A storm of things he
didn’t understand and things that he wished he never had to understand.
He hurt.
Vegeta’s
hand on his dug into his skin and bruised him as the thrusting started, and his
whole body moved with it, forward and backward, being pulled and pushed, and
the other hand pressed against his neck, thumb ran down his spine slowly.
contemplating how best to snap the spine.
Part
of him wanted it to end like that. Part
of him wanted to be a victim. Wanted to
be able to point all ten of his fingers at Vegeta and scream about how it was
his fault, how he had done it and how he had manipulated Krillin into it.
Krillin
wanted it.
Because
he couldn’t have it. Because Vegeta
didn’t want him and it was never more obvious than when he thrust into him
without making a noise. Just a hard
cock that filled him up and made him bleed these false tears down his face as
he scrambled for something to hold onto.
The delicious loss of himself, the loss of responsibility and he
wondered if it was enough to know that for these precious moments, nothing was
important but the need to feel the peak.
“Stop
fucking around on your wife,” he snapped, “And stop coming to me.”
Like the point has finally been driven home. The realization finally realized. Vegeta glared at him, dangerously, all power and glowing.
turned away, stormed across the room, to the bathroom and slammed the door.
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Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!~
Goku: I’m
cute!
Vegeta: I
wonder if you were watching…
Goku:
Puh-leeze, I am not a pervert.
Vegeta: Then
why do you have a voyeurs anonymous t-shirt?
Goku: *looks
down at t-shirt * dammit!
Vegeta: This
one says: Stalkers Union.
Goku:
Sonofbitch! *pulls off shirt *
Vegeta:
O.O This one says I C U Fuck.
Goku: Who in
the hell got me dressed this morning?!?!?!
SarkyWoman:
*sniffle
* Fine *sob * then! *sniffle * steal
ah-ah-all my *sob * plot devices!
*hysterics *
Lol.
You were wrong about Vegeta getting mad though.
Webtester01:
Lol.
Mechanical Butterfly:
Awww…he’s
a stalker, how cute. O.o!
me. But if Vegeta decided to do it, I
would be worried. *looks concerned *
And
you’re right about Krillin. He is addicted,
poor dear.
Goodness,
you didn’t really think the answer would be ‘yes’ did you?
Macha:
No.
at all. If he’s alive or dead or
anything. Its best not to tempt fate.
Jaygoose:
You
can uncross your fingers now, dear.
Goku’s not going to just jump into the sack… yet…