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Turning Back Time	By : saiyanb Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3499 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Turning Back Time

Chapter 5 Coming out on Top

          I’m like a kid in a candy shop, I don’t know where to start. My eyes roam over his lean frame, still incased in that blue material that molds like a second skin. He’s given his permission, not in a manner I could have hoped for, but still I’ll finally be able to touch, taste, and see all of him. That suit needs to go!

          One hand goes to his throat, the other slides under his back urging him to sit up. He does so still avoiding eye contact, his muscles bunch and flex tensely as I pull the suit’s collar easily stretching the material over one shoulder. My other hand joins in stretching the material down his chest, pausing with it at his navel, arms still inside to his elbows. He’s embarrassed and uncomfortable I can tell, still avoiding my eyes and lightly flushed in the face. His breathing is shallow, not passionate, slow and exercised.

          I have a life time of memories of this person before me; while he, only his defeat and our current bargain, of course he’s uncomfortable. I want him wild and hot, fire made flesh. I want him to accept my touch. I want him to want my touch.

          Sliding behind him, his eyes flash my way meeting my own for a heart beat before glancing away. My hands grip his sides and he breathes in sharply as I pull him to sit on my lap. His muscles tense like steel as my hot breath fans down on his bare shoulder.

          My eyes roam unchecked over the skin bared for me. There is no color difference between the Carmel color of throat to his chest or back. Like he laid naked in the sun perfecting that honeyed tone, but I know it is his natural shade. The people of Vegeta-sei are beautiful and diverse and Vegeta had no qualm speaking freely of them back home.

The three suns of Vegeta-sei are most concentrated in the north; Vegeta-sei has five continents with the capital located close in the middle. Vegeta’s 'mother' was of the northern land, with skin like coffee compared to Vegeta’s caramel. My hand slid into the surprisingly soft fire of the young saiyan’s hair, pulling gently to arch his back, bring my nose to the prince’s throat. I can see the dark streaks of red highlight that thick mane of hair, a feature from the southern continent where it was more common to see the rare flashes of color their race sometimes sported a feature inherited from Vegeta’s grand sire.

My hand released the young saiyan’s hair and when Vegeta’ didn’t straighten from the position he’d been placed in I lifted my hands to slide them over the saiyan’s sides, fingertips lightly tracing over his navel bringing goose bumps in their wake. My hot tongue descending to lick broadly over the prince’s shoulder produced a hitch in his breath.

He tasted like spiced wine, strong and potent, sweet and biting all at once. I curl around his form, noting how nicely we fit. I feel like a giant pressed to such a petite frame and wondered briefly at the prince’s age, quickly dismissing it. Vegeta seemed bigger in my memories, but the prince’s lean, compact frame was from his grand barer: an exotic beauty from the east that had won his mate’s eye and undying affection with his fluid grace and pose. Eastern saiyans were the shortest, but also the fastest and most flexible.

          My hand trailed up, griping the prince by his strong jaw line, fingertips pressing into his high cheekbones to turn his face, hungrily stealing a kiss. My teeth nipping at a plump lower lip demanding entrance and I groaned into the young saiyan’s mouth when it is granted, crushing the slighter form to my own. My tongue sweeps over sharp canines, teeth made to tear meat; engaging the other in a war of tongues that I easily dominated with my aggressive air. Vegeta’s fine features were that of the west and a trait he’d inherited from his sire, Vegeta no ou. The man I hold is a mix of all the best the saiyan race has to offer. I’d known that as a human, but now I ‘feel’ it like a magnetic pull.

          He meets my eyes when I pull away from his kiss bruised lips, wary and guarded, like he expects an attack. With a clear level of reluctance he lowers his gaze again. I’m not sure if he’s starting to enjoy my administrations or if this is what he things I’m asking of him: his complete submission. I turn his head up again to meet those blacker then black eyes and hold eyes contact as I press my lips to his once more. There’s fire there, but if its rage or passion I can’t say. My hand cups his crotch as my tongue strokes over his. His eyes roll up a brief second before closing; he’s like steel in my grasp and his body twitches every time I fondle the sensitive head.

His breathing has changed. He pants open mouthed into mine as I finally let up on our kiss. He’s remarkably sensitive, I’d imagined he might be from the arousing noises I’ve heard from his and Goku’s bedroom, but I’d never imagined it would be like this. His responses are reluctant and against his will; he’s embarrassed by every noise and movement. He shouldn’t be, it’s addictive to watch. I soon have him pressed flat on his back, my hand inside his body suit stroking up and down, randomly switching from lightly smearing the precum over the head to reaching lower to fondling his balls.

The high pitched gasp he makes as my mouth joins to lick and suck his right nipple has my own hips grinding against the air. My free hand is yanking at the blue suit, which annoyingly stretches against my needy pawing. I draw back sharply pulling completely away from him, his startled eyes are wide and unconfused as ki starts to dance over my fingers. He moves to protect himself as they descend on him, crossing before his face, but malice towards his person it the last thing I want; his body suit however…

My fingertips slide over the blue fabric and leave behind clean cuts. My other hand fists and pulls the material, causing the cut fibers to lose their integrity and with a very satisfying noise rip down his frame. He stares at me wide eyed and panting through the gap between his forearms as I admire my work. His forearm and thighs are still encased in royal blue like some kind of kinky lingerie. The rest of him is bare to my hungry gaze; and oh how hungry I am.

My hands grip him behind the knees, he give an undignified squawk as I drag him close, his hands fly to my head, as my mouth descends between his thighs. His fingers tangle and pull hard on my long locks, I can’t say if he’s trying to pull me away or keep me there. My hot breath fans over his hard need; the pain in hardly noticed as I appraise him, mouth watering for a taste. A bead of pre-cum sliding down his length is all the invitation I need.

He arches like a bow as the head of his sex hits the back of my throat, head pressed so hard into the ground that he’s made a bridge, muscles taught with tension. One hand has left my hair to cover his mouth, white fangs gleaming and pressed into the white material of his glove, eyes shut tight. I swallow around him and his teeth slice through the fabric and into his own flesh and a sound like agony and pleasure blended together reaches my ears, my cock jumps in excitement.

I drag my lips back up his shaft, flattening my tongue against the underside, feeling every vein and ridge; he spasms as if he’s lost all control over his body. Descending down I swallow around him again and his hips lift off the ground to meet me. His body hasn’t let up on its tense state, his muscles harden with every movement of my head till he like some Greek statue, toned perfection in every line and curve. My hands slide under his bottom, supporting him, with his shoulders and neck pressed to the ground, his feet planted. I follow his rhythm, feeling him flex with every thrust of his hips. His other hand leaves my hair to fling over his head, fingers tearing into the ground, he bows even more with the extra support; he’s the very image of carnal desire. I’m pleasuring him, but I’ve never been so aroused, so turned on. I could do this for him for hours and feel like I was the one being treated; I’ve never been with anyone so responsive before.

His white glove is stained red when he finally lets up on biting it, once free, it tears into the ground above his head to join its twin; his body twisting. He stretches then curls up on himself so his fists are balled at the crown of his head and his arms are wrapped about his head, shoulder blades pressed to the ground. Half his face is hidden like this, but his mouth is still visible and expressive: gasping, panting, flashing sharp teeth.

I can tell he’s close and my nose confirms it. One hand glides down the curve of his rump, finger dipping in between, coming back heavily coated with a clear thick liquid. I’d figured child bearing saiyans would have some kind of natural lubrication or things would be awkward and unpleasant without some preplanning and saiyans are never ones for forethought. My fingers find and press into tight heat easily, Vegeta jerks hard in my grasp. I stroke slow and hard, curling my fingers to press into several slight bumps I feel. The flood that fills my mouth is almost as unexpected as the new knowledge that Vegeta has not one, but several G spots inside. The howl that releases from his previously muffled voice box, has me clenching and fighting not to join him; when I come it will be inside him.

I pull back and swallow, sliding up his body as I do, tongue flicking out to gather what I missed from the corner of my mouth. One hand grips his inner thigh and pushes it up, my tail spreads the other. My free hand, still slick with his juices, fumbles with my pants. I manage to undo the cloth belt, but my patience is sapped and I end up breaking the draw sting, roughly pushing the orange fabric down my lap, thankful I didn’t put on underwear. Once free I press flush to him, arm not holding his thigh slides under his right arm to fist a handful of hair. We’re pressed tight from groin to chest. He’s still spasming when I push into him and the feeling is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. Under me he gasps, arms moving to circle me, hands clawing at my back, and his thigh sinfully squeeze me as his muscles tighten.

This is going to be embarrassingly short; I thrust like an inexperience virgin and not the sexual predator I always fancied myself. Moaning pitifully at the feel of those toned thighs and inner muscles massaging me into oblivion. My hips jerk tightly, not wanting to leave that heat, but desperate for the friction and ultimate climax. My balls slap against him, heavy and pent up. My dick's head can feel those lumps inside him, can feel Vegeta’s reaction to them being mercilessly pummeled by my penis. It’s drawing out his climax; I’m riding the waves of his release and adding to it. I have no idea how long this lasted, I would have loved to see just how long it could, if I could make him cum for hours on end in blissful delirium, but shamefully my own body couldn’t withstand the feeling without joining. I think I might have blacked out.

When I become aware of myself again, my head is pillowed on his collarbone, his thighs are bent up around mine, shivering with exertion, chest heaving under me. My own breathing is deep and slow, the thumping of my heart is excessively loud in my ears. I’m still rock hard inside of him.

“Fuck,” I whisper hoarsely, lifting myself up a bit to peer into his face. His eyes are closed, mouth sucking in great gulps of air. Unable to resist I lean up to kiss him, moving both arms under his knees I press his thighs to his chest and begin thrusting again.

He gasps into my mouth, hands grappling with the fabric of my shirt, trying to pull me away as I settle in and establish a rhythm. When I finally let up on the kiss he twists his head to the side and angrily orders me to stop.

An amused sound leaves me, my hips never still. Instead, I change the angle of my strokes making him moan low in his throat. His eyes blaze with rage, despite the fact that his body is shivering with every deep penetration. I slow my stroke, drawing back till the head of my cock almost slips free from his warmth, the rim of the head stretching the muscles of his anus just so before driving back in.

Saiyan stamina is amazing, as a human I need at least 20 minutes and maybe a sandwich before I could go another round, but here I am rock hard and after just blowing my load no less. I think I could fuck him the rest of the day and all night too.

“Stop you fool,” he growls, voice rough in a manner that has me wanting him to speak more. “Stop, my part is paid, now fulfill yours.” When I don’t let up, he grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls harshly, in retaliation I thrust into him harder till he’s gasping under me.

Winding my tail around his thigh once more I release one hand to grab his wrist. I twist till his hand releases my hair and roll, reluctantly leaving the warmth of his flesh to reposition us on our sides, my chest pressed to his back. My tail lifts his top thigh high, one hand seizes his hip the other curls under his head to pillow it on my shoulder the hand reaching around to hold him across the chest. My fingers begin to toy with a nipple as I probe him from behind with the tip of my cock, eager to continue.

“This is not what we agreed upon!” hisses Vegeta hands moving to try and pry mine off.

“We… agreed I got to have my way ‘today’.” He stiffens in my grip. “And, then I show you the secret of my power.”

“Bastard,” hisses Vegeta arching sinfully as I press back into him, mouth open and gasping.

“I have a whole day to convince you to want more than just power from me.”

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My hips hold still, savoring the feel of his insides. He’s tight liquid heat, without the natural lube I don’t think I could have forced my way inside him so easily. I can feel his blood throbbing through him, much like my own cock feels throbbing between my legs. Kami, is it just him or are all saiyans this way?

My tongue laves his neck from behind as my hands play with his pert nipples: pinching, pulling, toying, scratching. It’s not long before he’s shivering in my hold, hyper sensitive to the teasing so soon after release. He’s restless in my hold, squirming, and oh gods does it feel good to have him move however minutely over my hard cock. His juices combined with my own slick his inner thighs, the smell of him fills my nose. I’m amazed I held out even those short moments before the need to drive my cock into him took over.

He gasps loudly at the first blow, the first few movements are awkward. I’m not used to using my tail for this, I can’t hold him in place as firmly as I’d like. My hand on top slides down to grasp his hip, pulling his ass snug against my lap. His breath hitches, I’m so deep inside him like this. My tail lowers his top thigh a bit and the sinful hug he has on my penis get that much tighter. I lick the back of his neck in time to my thrusts, slow and powerful. He’s incapable of keeping quiet.

The series of noises that leave him is like a rutting animal, soft growls and strangle purrs, loud pants and gulps of air. He’s twisted so he can go back to clawing at the ground with his fingernails, the move causing me to shift inside him to a new mind blowing angle. He murmurs something in a foreign tongue, pulling his head away from my licking to press his forehead to the dirt. His upper half is almost facing the ground, it’s a small matter to continue the move, straightening his spine to straddle his legs.

I’m wrapped all around him now arms hugging his middle, legs curled around his. Like this I have free rein to move my hips. He’s almost pressed flat to the ground, his chest is flush, but his back is arched due to my arms around his stomach, hips a few inches above the ground. I’m not sure if he’s aware he’s positioned himself so I can fuck him deep with no effort. He howls into the soil as I do just that, teeth biting the back of his neck I growl around the flesh.

I can feel the wall of his mind, much like the barrier of his skin, keeping me out. My teeth cut in, making him bleed as I feel along this ‘wall’, unfamiliar with the however slight level of telepathic ability saiyans possess. Vegeta jerks violently in my hold, making my teeth cut deeper then I like as he tries to escape. My connection with him disappears with my concern and cursing I lift off his front to examine the damage. Vegeta tries to shrug me off and cursing once more, I press a hand to the back of his bloody neck, not to stop the bleeding, but to keep him pinned beneath me. He can’t move at all like this and I thrust madly in a mix of pleasure and frustration. The feel of him tightening, his voice crying out in climax, is tainted with my frustration; though, I’m quick to follow him as his muscles milk me of my seed.

I’m leaning against him heavily, quivering as I calm from my orgasm. If he were a weak creature I’d be crushing him with my mass pressing against him so. Kami-sama this feels so good. Leaning back my hands curl under his thighs taking him with me. Panting heavily he glances over his shoulder at me as I settle Indian style on the ground still inside him, still hard.

He gasps the name of some foreign deity as I begin lifting and lowering him across my lap, servicing myself with his tight heat. I kiss the flesh of his throat, licking at the drying blood there. I can tell he’s weakening, every pant is warm vapor against my hands, his whole body is feverishly hot and damp. He’s whimpering softly in his throat as I move him firmly, but gently.

“Tired?” I growl into his ear, earning me a glare that would have had the old me running for cover; as I am now I think it’s cute. Deciding he’s got some spunk left I lower his legs so he’s kneeling and shift so I’m kneeling as well, his legs spread to accommodate my own. Both arms hug his sides, one hand crosses to the opposite hip to grip firmly, the other circles his semi hard sex. A few skilled pumps and he’s hard and mewling in my grasp. I tug his hips down and thrust my own up minutely, the motion threatens to off balance him, he’s forced to spread his legs farther and bend over planting his hands on the dirt between his legs. The move makes it much easier to hump him and soon the sound of my flesh slapping against his rings through the clearing accompanied by the occasional gasp and moan.

Oh, but it would be so fucking nice if he’d drive himself back onto me, ride my cock hot and heavy, but sadly he’s really just hanging on for dear life as I assault his backside. He’s nearing his limit, I’m quite a bit stronger than him and let’s face it I could be a lot more considerate. The animal in me loves fucking him, loves hold him, dominating him, touching him, being inside him.

My teeth once more close over his throat, my hips jerk tightly against him, he whimpers as my mind slides over the barrier between us. I can taste the fear as it bends under my probing, he knows if he climaxes now he’ll lose himself to me forever.

“Don’t,” he gasps hands fumbling with my own fisting his hard need. He’s uncoordinated and close. I can feel his insides tightening around my cock coiling to explode.

“Please,” he breathes.

I let up on my bite, studying the marks that are sure to bruise dark black and blue in a couple minutes. “Don’t fear this…” I growl into his ear. “I have watched you from afar for decades. I abandoned my humanity, my past, my future, everything for this. I love you with every ounce of my being.”

He glances over his shoulder at me, eyes damp, breathing labored, wary and tired.

“I would never hurt you, Vegeta.” My lips on his, I can feel him breathe a shuttering breath into my mouth, I can feel him accept, surrender.

      The air whipping around us and the shouts of humans is a very rude awaking from a moment that should have been bliss. Curling around Vegeta to hide him from prying eyes, I growl as I look up at the camera crew zooming in. Damn those helicopters that picked ‘this’ moment to show up.

“Fucking Yajirobe!” I hiss bring two fingers up to my forehead. It takes far too long for me to lock on to the desired ki signatures of local animals and coupled with my current state of arousal it’s really not surprising we ended up in the river.

I blink eyes under water at a very surprised salmon that stares back just as dumbfound before its fish brain panics and it dashes away. Vegeta takes the moment to escape my grasp, kicking off my thighs towards the surface. I make a couple grabs for him before I realize I can’t breathe underwater and follow him up.

We pop up gasping and wide eyed, Vegeta’s eyes flash around, ki glowing in his palms as he searches the sky for the flying enemy. He turns back to me when it’s apparent that we’re no longer in the same location.

I start laughing at the situation. “Fucking humans.”

Vegeta snorts and a light chuckle leaves him, before I know it we’re both roaring. Our laughs echo off the cavern walls.

“Fucking caught fucking, by fucking humans,” I laugh.

It takes a moment to calm from the good humor I’m feeling, and despite the water’s frigid temperature I feel very warm watching Vegeta laugh. Part of me worried that he wouldn't accept me, that all I’d have was his body. I was willing to settle for that and hope, but now I don’t think I can.

          “Shit,” grumbles the smaller saiyan swimming to shore. He stands up in thigh deep water and looks down on himself. It’s a nice view for sure, but his skin is covered in goose bumps and even flashing his ki, shaking like a wet dog to dry himself doesn’t make them leave. He crosses his arms over his powerful chest and glares at me, but once again I can only find it cute and pouty.

          Laughing softly I step out next to him and wrap an arm around his smaller shoulders. He doesn’t resist as I lean down and steal a kiss. “There’s a cave not far, we can get warm there.”

          “Huh,” he snorts and indicates with a nod of his head to lead the way.

          The cave I slept in last night isn’t far and I’m very grateful that it’s stocked with fire wood and the two cat’s pelts. Vegeta quirks an eyebrow at the site, but doesn’t say anything as he makes himself comfortable on one of the furs removing the remains of his clothing and boots. I shed my wet clothing, tossing them over some bushes before crouching down to start a fire. The cave is soon toasty and I move to cuddle up to Vegeta who to my surprise doesn’t protest.

          “So, what’s changed? You’re not fighting back?” I ask sliding my fingers through his up swept hair.

          “Your day is not over yet,” he replies off-handedly with a carless shrug.

          My smile disappears; disappointment hitting home. His tail sliding over my inner thigh and crotch is a shock to say the least. “You still have time to convince me.”

          “Convince you,” I repeat dumbly watching a new gleam enter his eyes.

          “Yeah,” he half growls, half purrs moving to straddle my naked lap. “That I want more than just power from you.”

          “Oh… yah,” my brain is sluggish, must be because all my blood has suddenly rushed to my awakening cock.

          “Yesss,” he growls, thighs griping my waist, the tip of my penis is pressed into him. It’s my turn to gasp loudly as he presses down and takes me in all the way. “Be a good boy and fuck me now,” he growls like my wettest dream come to life.

          “Fuck,” I gasp, hands moving to cup his bottom helping to lift and lower him, but it is really him driving down, really him riding me like no tomorrow. His whole body is into the motion, he’s so wet!

          My nose finds its way into his hair, he smells so good! I’m caught totally by surprise when his teeth lock on my throat. I know a moment of fear, and a careless thought of there are worse ways to go, before I feel it. His mind sharp and ruthless, tearing into my own as his teeth tear into my flesh. Kami! I feel him inside me, his mind dominating as he rides me.

          I can feel that he didn’t find what he expected. He draws back with a gasp, teeth bloody and stares as me as if he doesn’t know what to make of me.

          “Vegeta,” I groan balls already painful from the cock block those damn humans did.

          The prince snorts, hands moving to brace against my shoulders. “You really meant it.” His feet slide under him till he perches on his toes, knees on the ground.

          “Vegeta,” I moan fondling his waist wanting him to move.

          “Fool, I was going to rip out your throat.” He lowered his head to lap at the deep puncture wounds he made making me shiver, but not with fear, I’m beyond that now. “Hn, I guess I’ll grant your wish. You’re mine now,” his eyes are feral as they look down at me. “I’ll keep you till you’re no longer of any interest to me.” He starts riding my cock hard and I obediently thrust up to meet him, knowing it’s what he wants, knowing he doesn’t think he’ll tire of me anytime soon. Kami I never thought a saiyan’s claim would be like this, I never thought I’d feel so alive, so good! I’m inside of him, but he’s in me too, I can feel the echo of his pleasure and I know he feels mine.   Fucking perfection!

          We claw at each other with animal-like need, changing positions. I press him to the wall, lifting him and fucking him against the unforgiving stone, over rough rocks, on his back and all fours. He yowls like a beast and I growl and yowl back. We’re like that, me with my back to the wall, Vegeta once again riding my cock when ‘he’ finds us.

          I smile at him smugly as he watches Vegeta arch and grind, fuck himself like a possessed beast on my aching need. We’re both close, Vegeta doesn’t know he’s here, he’s yet to develop ki sensing abilities. He doesn’t know he’s giving Goku the show of his life. Locking eyes with him I seize Vegeta’s slim waist and flash to super saiyan, press the youth down hard over me, my teeth tear into the junction between his shoulder and neck once more: mine! The saiyan prince howls at the feel of raw power.

          Vegeta cums, whole body tense like steel, arms crushed around my shoulders, biting into my shoulder to stifle his scream as his seed pours thick over our abs. My eyes are locked on Goku’s as he watches, my hands hold my mate around the middle, finger caressing the curves of his ass.

          My own climax is intense and more satisfying than any I have experience or am likely to experience again. Why you ask? Because I’ve won. Vegeta’s mine and I’m his and Goku knows it.

          Vegeta quivers, feeling the hot fluid I spent inside him. His muscles loosen from their tensed state and exhaustion hits him like a ton of bricks. He leans against me boneless, eyes closing to slits. Purring I let up on the bite and stroke his whole body till his eyes close all the way and his breathing turns deep and even. Only then do I pull out of him, hissing from the loss, my seeds sliding down his inner thighs in thick ribbons. Only then do I move him to my side, head pillowed on my thigh. I toss the fur not under us over most of his form, part of his legs and tail remain visible, but for the most part he’s hidden from our voyeur’s eyes.

          Goku stares at us dumbfounded, an obvious tent in his loose gi pants. I lounge careless of my nudity before him, finger idly petting Vegeta’s soft mane. Poor thing, I really wore him out, what a nasty ring of bruises and bite marks I’ve left around his throat.

          “Can I help you?” I ask smiling as he jumps at the polite inquiry.

          “I-um I’m here to fight the saiyans…?” the statement turns into a question as his eyes take in my appearance and tail. They glance to the fur covered bundle at my side and I issue a warning growl causing his eyes to snap back to mine.

          Leaning back I smirk at him in a manner that I imagine is like the Vegeta of my time. “No worries. I’ve already… subdued them.”

          Innocent Goku blushes bright red and fidgets in place, unsure what to do. He’s learned enough from Chichi to know he’s not suppose to be here looking at two people that just fucked like animals. I doubt he’s ever seen, let along experience, the level of lust and passion he just witnessed.

          Snorting I lean forward, “Give me a moment and we can talk.”

          His eyes are once more on the slim saiyan by my side. Growling once more, I brace an arm over Vegeta’s sleeping form, interfering with his line of sight.

          Goku jumps, manages to blush a shade darker. Bowing his head in apology he mutters that he’ll be outside and ducks out of the cave.

          Powering down I lift Vegeta’s head from my thigh and bunch the fur in a makeshift pillow; pulling the other to cover him completely. Satisfied that he’s warm and decent, I step outside the cave still naked. Goku doesn’t jump at seeing me in the buff, he’s managed to compose himself and doesn’t even blush. He was never shy about such things before, which make me wonder if it’s Vegeta’s scent that got him so flustered. The scent of a child baring saiyan’s sexual release is probably very confusing to his senses, naive Earth raised saiyan that he is.

          For the sake of modesty I lift my damp pants off the brush and slip them on, letting them ride low on my hips due to the broken drawstring.

          “Who are you?” questioned Goku searching me with his eyes.

          I smile smugly. “Who do you think I am?”

          He doesn’t hesitate, “Yamacha.”

          My smugness slips for a second before I snort and shake my head. He was always very good at reading ki. “For the most part you’re right.”

          He’s confused and I can see him mentally checking on my counterpart somewhere off in the east judging by the direction he looking.

          “I’m from the future,” I state bluntly causing him to snap his head back to me. “A very different future then this world will see.”

          “How is that possible?” he questions.

          “Bulma,” I smile with a shrug and he just except it for fact, she is a very smart woman and she did create a time machine in a different dimension; a lot to take in, but it’s happened before.

          “Did you come here to warn us of something or…” his eyes glance back at the cave before quickly returning to mine. “Did we lose?”

          I laugh. “No, in my time you manage to subdue Vegeta, I’m here for my own personal benefit.”

          “Vegeta?” he questions, I can see him going over the information, a blush tinting his cheeks has me wishing I’d worded that differently.

          I step closer to him and look him in the eyes. “The saiyan no ouji, the one you were training to fight, his name is Vegeta… He’s ‘my’ mate.” Goku steps back uncomfortable with the challenge in my eyes, he looks down at the ground. His instincts tell him I’m far stronger than anything he’s ever imagined let along felt; he saw me go super saiyan. I’m the superior male here, he doesn’t know Vegeta enough to want to fight me for him, he’s confused.

          I smile to show him I mean no harm and slap him on the shoulder in a friendly manner. A superior male to an inferior; it feels so good. “Don’t worry I come in peace. In fact, thanks to me you’ll probably get to live out the rest of your days with that little raven hair woman of yours, raise lots of kiddies. Live happily ever after like a good human.”

          He doesn’t know I’m insulting him. He doesn’t know I’ve condemned him to life without the thrill of the fight. I’ve given him the prefect peaceful life every human wants, but not a saiyan; without Vegeta he’ll never know, he’ll just sense something is missing.

          “I’m a little disappointed,” said Goku glancing of to the side. “I mean I trained for a year…” His eyes are once again looking off towards the cave and Vegeta. “I wasted a whole year. Are you sure it’s safe? I found the other saiyan’s body...” he grimaces remembering its state, “but that saiyan in there is a whole other level. Are you sure he’s not going to turn on you and do more damage to earth?”

          I smile and shake my head. “He’s stuck with me now,” my hand slides up to caress the fresh bite mark on my throat fondly. “Don’t worry I plan to keep him too… busy to cause too much of a problem for anyone.”

          Goku fights another blush and I grin at him knowing what he’s thinking and I am enjoying teasing him. “What about Bulma?” Questions Goku. “Why aren’t you with her? Why… why are you a saiyan?”

          I laugh softly, briefly debating whether to tell him the truth or not. “In my time, Vegeta actually ends up with Bulma.” Goku jumping in shock with wide disbelieving eyes is quite rewarding, I laugh at his reaction. “After the fight you two had, he leaves and you end up tangled in another conflict. He teams up with us and he becomes a reluctant ally. He had nowhere to go after, Bulma offered him a place to stay at Capsule Corps. He has a son and daughter with her; they were quite the couple really. I lost her to him and I really can’t blame her for choosing him over me; Vegeta really is something.” Vague, but all true.

          Goku nods his head mulling the information around. “That doesn’t explain why you’re a saiyan or why… why you came here for ‘him’ and not Bulma.”

          I shrug. “I fell in love. Didn’t figure it out till it was too late and he was taken. So I came here to change that.” Also, all still true.

          “But, why a saiyan?”

          I laugh. “Goku how old do you think I am?”

          He glances at me and shrugs, reaching up to rub the back of his head.

          “I just turned not long ago 98.”

          Once again I laugh at his pop eyed look.

          “Saiyans are stronger, live longer, are sexual wild beasts, mate for life, and are loyal. Really what more could I ask for than to spend another live time with the mate of my choosing and as a saiyan I can have it all.”

          He confused and curious. He knows he’s saiyan, but he doesn’t know anything about them. I can tell he’s got questions, but I’m not in the mood to answer them right now; don’t know if I’ll ever be.

          “You should probably get going,” I say before he can ask one of those questions written all over his face.

          “Huh?”

          “Your mate, must be worried and your son is still in the care of that namek.”

          “Namek?” questioned Goku at a loss.

          “Yah, turns out Piccolo’s an alien too, small world hn?”

          “Pi-Piccolo? Really?! Man, Chichi’s going to have a fit!”

          I laugh, even the strongest fighters alive cowers at the thought of that little woman’s displeasure.

          He turns to leave, but hesitates glancing at the cave then back at me, he senses that if he leaves now he’ll be missing out on something important. I almost feel sorry for him, but he wasn’t willing to share in my time and I’ve no doubt that there was pity in his eyes for me then too. Gently I give him a shove from behind. “Tell the others I said hi and not to worry. I’ll be back in a couple months or so after I’ve taken care of some minor issues.”

          “You’re leaving?” He questions smelling the adventure I’m about to embark upon. I’ve got to be careful, Goku was a history of abandoning his family for the sake of adventure and I don’t want him there while I establish my relationship with Vegeta. Last thing I need is Goku gaining strength and Vegeta’s attention. I’m aware Vegeta’s the holder of our bond and while part of me loves that he’s the one that established it, another part wonders if he’d push to add others to it. Thoughts of a love triangle or square with Goku and or Bulma do have a certain amount of appeal, but I’m too selfish to allow it. I’m not going to share Vegeta in this timeline, not with Bulma, not with Goku, not with anyone.

          “Yah, nothing for you to worry about,” I assure him, lying through my teeth. “Just need to tell Vegeta’s boss he’s quitting and grab some of his things.” I smile to myself, also mostly true; I’m getting very good at this half truth stuff.

          Disappointment shows on Goku’s face and I’m glad I didn’t mention we’re going to fight a power hungry lizard that’s kept someone as strong as Vegeta as a pet for years; I know nothing else that would draw Goku in than the promise of a good fight.

          “Ok, I guess I better get back to Chichi and see about Gohan…” he hesitates a moment longer staring at me as if he’s expecting something more.

          I smile and nod my head. “See you around.”

          “Yah.. see yah,” he answers and I can hear the disappointment in his tone. He jumps into the air and is soon no more than a dot in the distance. I watch him go, wondering just how this world’s future has been altered by the last couple days. I return to my mate’s side, pull him into my arms, and am soon fast asleep.

Tbc

Special thanks to Anatra for beting.
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