Training Partners; Vegeta vs. Piccolo

Otoshi- DBZ- the Z Fighters!
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PART V!

Vegeta lands just outside the camp and walks, arms crossed, into the ring of logs that had been arranged around the smoldering campfire. The whole group was getting ready to split into their respective parties. The fighters were about to head out into the mountains to train and the others were going to head back to Capsule Corps HQ and their homes from there. Piccolo flies toward them from a different direction than Vegeta had approached from. Piccolo doesn’t bother to land, he just waits, impatiently, for the others to finally meet him in the air and head out together. As the others are fully packed, they only wait for Bulma, who had taken the Capsule Bus with her and Krillin on their little… expedition. “you don’t really think that… Y’know… those two…are… Y’know?” poses Bulma’s mom. “not a chance! Those two!? I don’t think there’s a bone in their bodies capable of something like that! It’s way out of character for warriors like them!” says Roshi. At about that time, Bulma and Krillin come over the horizon, the red car puttering little white puffs of mist (it is NOT smoke!)

The car lands. Its passengers step out slowly… horrified looks still plastered on their faces. “so? What happened?”, says Puar, floating right into Krillins face. Krillin stutters and stammers, but no words come out. “WELL!?”, Roshi has an obvious streak of skepticism in his voice. Bulma and Krillin look to have post traumatic stress or something, like survivors of some disaster. Bulma tries for some time before she can spit it out, “they…. Were… sleeping… in … each… others… arms… naked… k…k… Krillin saw it…. With his… own eyes! And… I saw… them… in the ship… after… the party! Doing… the… same thing!” looking like some perversion of a chorus line, everyone’s jaws hit the ground! There is a VERY long silence, aside from Krillins sniveling. It is Roshi who finally breaks the silence, “well… *ahem* I, for one, don’t believe a word of it! Not until I see it with my own eyes! Hey Krillin!? Aren’t you supposed to be training with the others!?”, Krillin snaps out of it, “huh? Oh, yeah!” it’s not exactly difficult for him to sense the concentration of all the most powerful individuals on Earth in one place. Pinpointing them, he composes himself, then leaps into the air, rocketing in their direction. It is only after he is airborne that he realizes that, he is about to be face to face with them! The others all pack into Bulmas bus, still looking shocked, or in denial.

Training is intense. Krillin approaches cautiously, making sure he isn’t too noticeable. Seeing his opportunity, he dives in, attacking Yamcha, whom is fighting against Tien and trunks one on one on one. His attack is dodged and he is unquestioned as he is accepted into the fight. All of the fighters soon merge into one massive free for all. Once the stronger fighters and the weaker mingle, fighters start dropping out. First it’s Yamcha, out done by Tiens split form and a nasty cheap shot from Vegeta, an opportunistic elbow to the spine. Next it’s Krillin and Chaotzu when they are knocked into each other, followed closely by Tien, ruthlessly choke-slammed into the ground by Piccolos mystic attack. Piccolo is attacked by trunks before he can recoil his arm fully.

“GOHAN! WHERE’S YOUR HEAD AT!?” Gokus words are too late, Gohan is struck by Trunks’ knee, to his head. He plummets to the earth, caught by Tiens last bit of strength. He sits on the ground and looks up, watching the combat. Though he probably could easily continue, he hasn’t the heart. He stares up as the four remaining fighters pummel each other at lightening speed. He catches glimpses of his mentors eyes, he looks into them as best he can. Even with the fire of combat in his eyes, there IS something there… something that wasn’t there before. It definitely wasn’t pain, nor hate, nor any regular emotion. It wasn’t quite lust, he’d seen the look of lust in Piccolos eyes before, it was an awkward moment. This is similar, but different. Suddenly, his eyes widen “it… CAN’T be!” he whispers to himself. There was only one thing left that it could be! He stands up and stomps off, back toward the campsite, taking flight once he’s safely out of the combat zone. He is confused… and angry. He has no idea what to think. Part of him is crushed that his mentor could be… like that… part of him is angry about it. Part of him thinks that he should be happy for him. Yet an other says that the whole thing is wrong. An other says it can’t be true. Every part is warring with the other parts. He lights the fire and sits on the ground next to it. He sits with his arms wrapped around his knees as he stares into the dancing flames that are warming him. After a time he even has a part of his mind that is jealous of them, particularly of Vegeta. He does his best to suppress this piece of his mind, as soon as it reared it’s head, it frightened him. As the sun is just an hour or two from setting, Trunks lands on the opposite side of the fire. “Gohan?”, he is unresponsive, totally lost in his own thoughts. “The others are headed home, our dads and Piccolo will be hear around sunset…” Gohan finally looks up at his best friend, he looks him square in the eyes, then quickly diverts his gaze back to the ground, looking slightly panicked, “ok” he mutters, a slight blush on his face. Trunks sighs, looking around, as if the answer were corporal. He walks awkwardly, trying to make it look natural or nonchalant, toward Gohan, sitting close to him. “I… don’t believe it myself, it‘s too unlike my dad, but uh, do uh… do you want to talk about it?”

As the 3 great warriors descend to the camp site, just after sunset, they are greeted by a roaring fire, cooking a large… thing… and the two boys, sitting far apart on the same log, facing away from each other, trying to look as casual and nonchalant as possible. Piccolo and Goku take no heed and pay no mind, but Vegeta sees Gohan and his sons expressions, though that isn’t quite it, he sees something about them. Blushing furiously, he almost explodes at them, but he chokes back his outrage, he couldn’t call them out on it, not without being the biggest of hypocrites. His arms crossed, he walks past his son, shooting a look into his eyes, “your hair messed up, it’s unbecoming…” and continues walking as the blushing boys both check themselves, fussing with their hair and still slightly disheveled clothing. As they fret about their appearances, Vegeta and Piccolo sit on logs on either side of the boys, their eyes briefly meet and they blush for it, at the same time, Piccolo senses Vegetas feelings, which, inadvertently, clues him in to what’s happening, he blushes too. So, as usual, Goku is the only one left clueless as to the situation, as far as anyone can tell anyways. If he had any sort of hint or clue, none could tell.

After eating, they all get comfortable for sleep. Piccolo sits in his usual lotus position off by a tree. Vegeta carefully and subtly directs the others’ arrangements. He makes sure that the fire is between him and Kakarot, that he could clearly see Piccolo, and that the boys were separated, also by the fire.

In the morning, Vegeta is already standing over Trunks the young teen awakens. “it’s not quite dawn yet… come with me.” Trunks gets up, fixing his hair as he walks. He follows his father into the forest. They come to a small waterfall, Vegeta sits on a rock at the waters edge and washes his hands and face. Trunks kneels next to him and the water and does the same thing, mimicking his father as best he can. “Trunks…”, “y… yes father?” Vegeta stares into the water intensely, “I’ve never said this to you before. I should have. I see that now. But I couldn’t, I didn’t know how. My father… was gone, by the time I was your age you see. But, that is, no excuse… I… love… you, my son. You are smart, and a powerful warrior. And I am ALWAYS proud, that you are of my bloodline.”, Trunks is on the verge of tears. He dives into his fathers arms! Vegeta blushes, unsure of it, before he relaxes, and tentatively wraps his arms around his son, for the first time. “oh father! I love you too!” looking down, past his sons purple hair, he smiles a bit, his son’s tail has grown back! Very few events could prompt his tail to spontaneously regenerate, and all of them are intensely emotional, and it is obvious that this tail, grew during the night. The implications of that are far greater than his original distress of the previous night. “Trunks?”, his son lets go and sits back, looking up at his father, “yes father?” Vegeta looks dead into his eyes, “do you love him?”, his sons whole face turns bright red. “w… WHAT!? Uh… WHO!?”, “don’t think me a fool. The son of Kakarot, do you love him?”, he stares into Trunks’ eyes. Trunks is unable to gather himself enough to speak before his father looks away casually, “just be sure that you still take measures for the continuation of our race. And promise me this… don’t make my mistake, be true to yourself, and don’t fear your feelings. When appropriate, let them out.”, Trunks look down, “yes father… I promise… father?”, “yes?”, “is it true? What 18 said?”, Vegeta blushes some, “what did that toaster say?”, “that Bulma saw… that you… and… Mr. Piccolo… are…”, “eh…. Well… you see… um… well…uh..” Vegeta looks all over for an answer. “wait a minute, 18 said what? Just to you?”, “uh well, no, kind of… announced it… to the whole group…”, “she WHAT!?”, “not specifically father! We asked where Bulma and Krillin were and she said that they had gone to… well… spy on you two…”, the flames of rage filled Vegetas eyes. “that WOMAN! AGAIN!?”, “it’s alright father! Please calm down!”, “who all knows!?”, “uh I’d say more than half the group doesn’t believe it, and the others seemed shocked, but didn’t seem to really mind all that much, I think only you and Bulma are really making a big deal of it… and Gohan had a hard time with it, but... Uh… yeah… father? You’re, kind of, hurting me…”, Vegeta realizes the force with which he’s squeezing his sons shoulder and stops. “so… do… YOU… love him?” Vegeta was wide eyed and stunned by the question being turned back on him. He looks into the water for a few moments, “yes… I do…” he smiles slightly as he thinks fondly of his mate.

“Where’s Kakarot?”, “we had to tell him to go bathe BEFORE we train, else his stench would be shield enough from our attacks, he should be back within the hour.” says Gohan. Piccolo stands, arms crossed as usual, leaning against the tree under which he’d slept. Trunks is walking behind his father. As he passes Gohan, Vegeta places his hand on the boys head, ruffling his hair, like a big brother might. Gohan blushes at it, not sure what it meant. Seeing it, Trunks makes a beeline for Piccolo. “Mr. Piccolo?” Piccolo looks down at him, hands in his pockets, out of the corner of his eye, “hmm?” Trunks is hesitant at first, but then, he steps forward, and give Piccolo a big hug! Piccolo is caught off guard by this, his eyes widen, he is completely clueless as to what’s going on. He looks over at Vegeta, whom looks back at him with a smirk as he leads Gohan off into the woods, this time in the opposite direction. Piccolo gives a slight, and uncomfortable return of the hug, at first at least, then he is more comfortable with it as he more clearly understands it. Piccolos keen ears listen in on Vegetas aside with Gohan. “listen carefully, son of Kakarot. You are of Saiyan blood, so it would be a shame if I had to vaporize you, seeing as how we are so few now. But, if you hurt him… I will have no choice but to do so… very slowly… starting at your toes, one at a time…run along now, and tread lightly.” a very frightened looking Gohan walks timidly back into the camp, trailed distantly by Vegeta, smirking for two reasons. 1) he got the threaten someone, a favorite pastime of his, and 2) he noticed that Gohan too had grown his tail back in the night. He can’t help but grin for a moment when he sees the look on Piccolos face!

As the sun gets low, Trunks secures permission from his father to spend the night at Gohans house. It had been a much more fruitful training day, as Gohan had been much more into it, his mind at ease now. Goku was still clueless, which Vegeta had thought about changing, but, for many reasons, decided not to, “hey, rival, I’m mated to your other rival and oh, by the way, your son and mine are lovers too” just didn’t seem like it would go over too well, especially for his son. Though the look on his face would be priceless… the Saiyans all say their goodbyes and set up their next training session in the air as Piccolo has disappeared, though they can sense him on the ground, he’s not in plain sight. “you all get going, I’ll tell the Namek about the training in 3 weeks before I head my own way. Till then Kakarot.” Vegeta seems his usual moody self in the air with them.

Vegeta follows his nose, so to speak, toward the water, he can sense Piccolo is there. Vegeta steps out from behind a rock outcrop, but ducks back behind it and peeks around it. He watches as Piccolo, standing waist deep in the stream, pours water over his bare, green and pink flesh. The sight is mesmerizing. His hand falls between his legs as he watches Piccolo bathe. Vegeta quietly begins to undress. As Piccolo steps onto the shore, and approaches his clothes he finds himself, suddenly, flat on his back, pinned to the ground by a totally nude Saiyan! Vegeta pokes a finger accusingly at Piccolos built chest, “how dare you be so bared… without me…” Vegeta coos as he leans in to kiss him. “you’re certainly eager today.”, “well, what do you expect? I’ve been forced to smell you, and see you, and spar you, but NOT touch you, and for far too long!”, they kiss some more. “Why’d you have to go and bathe already too?”, Piccolo doesn’t follow, “I stunk…”, “mmhmm! I LOVE the way you smell! So sweet and musky!” Vegeta wiggles on his lap as he describes it, Piccolos eyes scan over his lovers body as he does so, ‘he’s so cute!’ he thinks.

As they kiss tenderly, Piccolo rolls them over, turning the tables as it were, but, in doing so, he is hit with a wave of scent from Vegeta. One could almost see Piccolos pupils dilate! He growls and forcefully kisses and licks Vegetas neck! Vegeta whines and moans as Piccolo suddenly becomes more forceful. “ah! Did *I* get you like this?” Vegeta moans out as he feels the Nameks hands are all over his body! “I… can’t control myself! *kiss kiss* I can’t help it! *smooches* you’re so…” Piccolo trails off as he kisses a trail down to Vegetas nipple. He is ruthless to it, licking and biting it hard! Vegeta squirms and pants under Piccolos lustful attentions! Piccolo works his way down Vegetas body. He takes Vegetas flesh into his mouth, suckling it and toying with it using his powerful, velvet tongue. Piccolo is so close to the source of the Saiyans scent that it becomes as a fog in his mind! Without releasing Vegetas member, Piccolo wets his forefinger, he doesn’t pause at all, he just slips it into his Saiyan! His other fingers wrap around Vegetas purse, Vegeta makes dozens of noises and squirms every which way! Piccolo hooks his finger up, hitting the princes A-spot, making him moan loudly, but Piccolo seems oblivious to it! Even as Vegeta grips the sides of his head, trying to pull him off, Piccolo isn’t phased, he just continues! “Piccolo! I’m… going to… ah!… if you don’t stop… I’ll!” Vegeta pants, but he is unheeded, Piccolo, if anything, intensifies his work! Vegeta begins to shake uncontrollably! Finally, he can take no more! He grunts and moans, flooding Piccolos mouth with his seed! Piccolo feels his finger squeezed in Vegetas vice! He greedily drinks down Vegetas very core! As he licks the remnants off of his lips and out of the corners of his mouth, Piccolo crawls back up him, easing his finger out of Vegetas passage after his peak had subsided. Piccolo kisses Vegeta full on, mingling tongues, sharing the taste! Vegeta blushes hard as he feels Piccolos throbbing member pressing against his package! “Piccolo! I just… ah!” Vegetas body is still oversensitive from his orgasm, but Piccolo is acting like an animal! He reaches down to slick his entry hastily, slathering his fluids about and lining up quickly. Piccolo presses forward hard, Vegeta is in near agony! As Piccolos tip jutes forth into him, Vegeta cries out in pain. Piccolo holds fast, pausing for a moment. Vegeta shakes and shudders, finally the pain begins to pass, as it does, Piccolo creeps forward. As he slowly hilts himself, Vegetas member regains its’ full rigidity! Vegetas whole body is hypersensitive! Piccolos every ridge, ever pulsating vein, shoots through his whole body, like a wave of electric heat! As Piccolo begins to thrust gently into him, Vegeta is overwhelmed! He has never felt anything like this before! “PICCOLO!” he moans as his lover accelerates his thrusts! “I knew you’d love it!” Piccolo growls into his ear. Vegeta let’s out a whimpering grunt at Piccolos every thrust, it takes every ounce of his control to take it, it takes all of this strength just to not scream at the intensity of the feeling! He bites his lower lip and whines through it! Vegetas noises are high pitched, almost feminine, this makes the fog all the denser in Piccolos mind! Piccolo is unaccustomed to being out of control, but there is some unknown power overtaking him! As he licks and bites at Vegetas neck and shoulder, neither of them take notice of his saliva, turning blue. He pounds into Vegetas electrified body harder and faster, getting rougher and rougher, his hands grabbing and scratching at his Princes burning flesh! Vegetas mutters something about being close, so is Piccolo. Piccolo shifts his weight and position, looking for more leverage. Unable to resist his instinct any more, Piccolo sinks his teeth into Vegeta! Vegeta gasps sharply, not expecting it! Almost instantly, Vegeta feels a very different kind of heat flow through him, emanating from the fresh bite. It’s more like fire, napalm, burning through his body, welling up in his gut! His senses are so overloaded now, he can take no more! “PICCOLO… I… I’M…. CUMMING!”, Piccolo growls and thrusts harder as his end is also at hand! Just after Vegeta lets out a moan and sprays them both, Piccolo pounds extra deep into him, pushing him as far as he can go! Piccolos whole body quivers and pulsates as he injects his lover! He licks Vegetas neck clean, the blood has already stopped, this wound will heal quickly. “I… love you…” Piccolo pants into Vegetas ear, “are… you… ok?”, Vegeta doesn’t seem to be able to speak, he just nods, holding Piccolo close, Piccolos member, slowly deflating within him. As Piccolo gently eases out of him, Vegeta showers him with kisses, “I love you too Namek…”, Piccolo smiles and kisses him back. “rest my love, recover for a bit, I’ll get cleaned up and start some dinner, ok?”, Vegeta smiles and nods, laying back and relaxing, his body is quaking in the afterglow.

He curls up and watches his lover work in the nude, washing himself then collecting the logs for the fire. He lights it with his eye beams, then flies up above the water, he follows the stream a ways, coming to the pond it empties into. As he returns with… well… dinner anyway, in hand, he fondly looks upon the nude Saiyan, the water just up to his rump as he washes himself, his tail waiving about, he is so beautiful. As Piccolo sets up the spit to roast his game on, Vegeta can’t help but relish the warm, fuzzy heeling he has in his gut. He saunters up the bank of the stream, not bothering to dry off. Piccolo, sitting in lotus, watches him approach intently. Vegeta, smiling, sits in his lap and lays his head back on his shoulder. Piccolo wraps his arms around him, hissing his cheek, Vegeta looks back and they kiss tenderly. Piccolo retrieves the food with his mystic attack, extending his arms to reach. Vegeta reaches up to grab his share, but Piccolo retracts it, then brings it to Vegetas mouth. Vegeta blushes as he is takes a big bite. Piccolo is quite intent on feeding him, as the stars sparkle above.