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Moments In A Life	By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3823 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-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.) *shudder *
Krillin sex. It�s also AU. (Not terribly. It�s set after the Buu Saga, but it doesn�t include anything from
the GT world.)

C.
A

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Part
of Vegeta (a rather large part, actually) wanted the idiot to say �yes.� Wanted him to throw himself upon the mercy
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. Or maybe outside, where everyone and
everything could hear his cries, and maybe they would watch. They would.
All the little Z-fighters would show up and watch. Mouths open, blushing, drooling. Everyone of them.

�What?�
Kakarot squeaked, blushed so brightly it had to have given him a
headache�supposing there was anything inside that head to ache. �Am I?
wou would� I don�t�. You can�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. He was suddenly interested in just what kind
of person Kakarot was when you stripped him of his clothes. People often changed when you got them
naked. Became shy or confident. Submissive, dominant. He would bet his no-longer existent tail on
the fact that Chichi turned into a bobcat when you stripped her. She probably grew claws and spawned a black
leather whip.

Kakarot
regained some of his lost composure.
�Vegeta, I don�t even know how to offer�that.� He looked very uncomfortable.

�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 Krillin�on his knees.� Grinned.
�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. �Vegeta,� and that was he whe wanted to hear
his name. Like a moan. A throb in Kakarot�s throat and it was
spoken low and desperately.
Beautiful. �It wouldn�t be
right.�

He
shrugged. �You know where I am when you
change your mind.� Not if. If implied that Kakarot had a choice in
this, and he didn�t. Not really. 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.

~~~***

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. Touched his skin until he was ready, until
he was interested. Touched his skin
until it got slick with sweat and he could feel every inch of himself. But she didn�t bruise him. Humiliated by the bastard that didn�t give a
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. Or maybe she didn�t, and he would have to
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. Just that smirk that showed he was besting
him, and the handst brt bruised and shoved him away. He wanted to apologize, as he pulled his clothes on. He wanted to let her know that he did love
her. Somewhere, inside of him, he
really did love her still.

But
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. So he just slipped out. Left the house and went to Capsule
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 was a bad person.

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. �I told you not to come back,� he said. Didn�t look at him. Didn�t seem even interested in his presence
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. No sound in the room but the heavy pulse of
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. Rose in him like voices and it hurt. Not Vegeta, but his emotions. Him.
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. Bumping over every vertebra as if
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. But that wasn�t how it happened.

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.

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Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!~

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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! *pulls shit off *

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. No.
You were wrong about Vegeta getting mad though.

Webtester01:

Lol. You can see his expression huh. I bet its priceless. ;)

Mechanical Butterfly:

Awww�he�s
a stalker, how cute. O.o! Stalkers aren�t cute�most of the time. I wouldn�t so much minku sku stalking
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? That�s too easy. *cough *

Macha:

No. You just shouldn�t mess wioku�oku�s family
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� *cough *
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