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Gone	By : TristaML Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 10329 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Fifth Chapter

When Vegeta opened his eyes Kakarot was dragging him under water by his foot, pulling him at lightening break speed, to what avail he couldn't muse. He tried to avoid the frantically close edges of waters rock wall as they plunged, again to what avail... He felt the currents riding against him as he was being pulled and managed to hold onto his breath, silently wondering what made Kakarot so aggressive. He squirmed in the wrong direction, trying to loosen Kakarot's grip, and knocked his head on a rock as Kakarot continued to drag him along even deeper.

Vegeta didn’t remember getting out of the water, all he knew was that he’d hit something, hard, and was now cold and dry on land with only his damp pants on. As he awoke he noticed the sting of the dust flying by and the whisk of the air in his ears, and he wondered why he was here, where ever “here” was exactly, of all places. The sky looked tan, and there was nothing in sight but the rock plane he was slowly sitting up on and the dirt flying past him. He looked around for Kakarot, pissed off.

                “Relax,” he heard the man say from everywhere and nowhere and he realized he hadn’t lost his transformation.

                “Fool,” Vegeta spat standing to his feet, “Come out of hiding.” He could sense Kakarot’s playfulness but now is not the time. He looked around with his eyes, trying to contain himself. “You’re body has more energy than ever before during this time…” he tried to explain, “You’re wasting it.” It was almost difficult to speak for him. He could barely hear the rumbling in his voice through clouded judgment, but could clearly feel the reverberating in his throat multiplied.

                Kakarot appeared before him, slowly walking up to him from yards away. Vegeta smirked, though he was annoyed, Kakarot always did look so good. He eyed him, feeling his steps in the ground. He knew Kakarot was coming to take him and he wondered why he hadn’t even thought about that before this morning. When he’d gone through his first experience Raditz had been obliged to take it like a man. He supposed he honestly didn’t think Kakarot would be so… aware.

                When Goku appeared walking towards Vegeta, out of thin air like he had before, only five feet away, Vegeta wasn’t surprised. The scenery was growing on him, even the dust. Watching Kakarot’s hair whip through the air and what’s left of his gear press against his skin in the wind was very enjoyable and every time the dirt flew by he felt the tiny sting where it touched his body. He could tell it was awakening them both, the light pang- their very presence there making them dirty, as though they’d been throwing each other around for some time already.

                Goku didn’t stop walking up to his prince, a handsome look on his face unlike Vegeta had ever seen. When he drew close enough Vegeta put his right hand up pressing his bare hand against Goku’s bare chest. The man continued closer until he caused Vegeta to move his hand over out of the way and onto his shoulder, wrapping his arm around his bicep. Vegeta breathed in Kakarot’s scent, feeling himself being lifted in Goku’s arms and trapped against his hard body. He could feel the brawny arms holding him up to where only the tips of his shoes were touching the ground. Goku was squeezing so hard air was becoming difficult to come by and it didn’t bother the prince.

He took a moment to let it sink in, the fact that he was being drawn into Goku’s arms, pulled up into another kiss. Vegeta was staring his way up his neck to his jaw-line, impressed by his smooth Saiyan skin and well crafted angles. He was looking at Kakarot’s lips when Goku used his nose to nudge Vegeta’s nose and get him to look up. He looked into Kakarot’s eyes and felt himself being drawn closer still. He felt like, even when he wasn’t in his altered state, there was something else between himself and Kakarot. His eyes drew to a close as Kakarot leaned in to kiss him. When their lips met again Vegeta wrapped both of his arms around Kakarot’s neck with more fever than he’d been expecting. He didn’t want to embarrass himself but he couldn’t help his reaction, it had been a long time coming.

Goku set Vegeta down and spread his touch out to other places on the smaller man's body, still kissing his lips tenderly to his. He thought that Vegeta was being daintier than he could have ever imagined him being. Of course he knew that was just a façade but still it was shocking to him. The way the man was playing with his mouth and his hands were moving along his skin wasn’t something he expected out of the older man. Soft touches and long, unbroken caresses across his naked upper body, it was becoming difficult to continue on this way. Goku was beginning to think of other places he wanted Vegeta’s mouth and hands. He lifted up Vegeta’s leg and brought the prince’s knee to his waist, holding them against each other. He squeezed his thigh as he moved his hand down to grab Vegeta’s ass, pulling him closer into his body. Vegeta held his knee up where Kakarot had put it even after he moved his hand, pulling down on his neck to keep them both in place.

The more Goku spent time feeling Vegeta up the more he understood what Vegeta meant when he said he had a lot of energy in him. His hands were slightly shaking and all he could think about was what he next move was going to be. A part of him didn’t want to rush things with Vegeta but another part of him wondered why that mattered and why he should care, meanwhile the majority of him at the moment simply wanted him here and now and long and hard. He was having a hard time focusing and realized he’d wasted a lot of time in the beginning of his transformation, again. Still Vegeta was kissing him and he liked it, he actually wanted it.

Vegeta voiced Kakarot’s next thoughts, asking him, “Why could you not let me handle it?” As he looked up, being held in Kakarot’s arms, Goku looking down at him with that clueless stare, he smirked and asked him another question, “Why do you continue to try to better me?” Goku smiled down at him, a smile which turned into a smirk.

Goku threw Vegeta to the ground, surprising more than pissing off the smaller Saiyan, though he was immediately infuriated. Within a second Goku was on top of Vegeta on his knees at the prince’s hips but his eyes were averted elsewhere. Vegeta growled, rubbing the back of his head as he sat up ready to give the other man an earful until he looked again and saw Kakarot’s focus was entirely engulfed on him. The intensity in Goku's eyes turned Vegeta on unlike he could ever imagine a look from Kakarot. The man was a natural when it came to being Saiyan in certain things, fighting for example, and Vegeta was beginning to think sex...

Hell, beginning to think sex, who was he kidding? Goku pulled Vegeta 's legs and wrapped them around his thick waist. Vegeta eagerly complied, moaning softly when Goku surrounded him with his upper body, wrapping both his arms around his sides, cradling his smaller body into his larger one. Kakarot's hands were tugging at his hair and pressing at his skin.

Instantly Vegeta felt a heat ride through him, some pulsating vibe that seemed to intensify with each moment. He could feel his hairs standing on edge all over his body as he curled into Goku, gritting his teeth. A sharp yell and brief agonizing pain, just like that Vegeta's tail was back. Goku had been watching the whole thing, gently running his hands up and down Vegeta's muscular abs up and through his hair comfortingly. The instant he saw the new addition he was all over it, running it through his fingers until it was clean and it fluffed out. The prince shivered on the ground, still feeling the after-shock of having regained his beloved tail. Secretly he thanked Kakarot for setting him off, stimulating him just enough to grow it back. If anything, he considered it a gift.

"Lie down," Vegeta forcefully requested, getting up onto his knees in front of Goku, who was still on his knees on the ground, looking down at him. The wind whipped his hair around his head, the extra length blowing to the side, similar to the time during their very first battle. Goku watched as Vegeta unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans pulling them down and revealing his[large]self to the other without much consideration, not that Goku in any way minded. Vegeta smirked upon seeing the mesmerized look on Kakarot's face. Tilting his face and pulling it down toward his by the chin he told him, "Lay your ass down."

Goku did as he was told, sitting, untying and letting his pants free and lying back. All too quickly Vegeta was filling Kakarot to the brim with his hard cock. Goku had literally spread eagle to Vegeta's intrusion without so much of a second thought (never to mention how they managed the rest of their clothes off (perhaps they simply burned up in the heat of the moment)). Vegeta had forgotten how slick a Saiyan's entrance becomes, nevertheless, Kakarot was more than ready for him, and it drove him crazy.

Vegeta took his time inside of Goku, dragging his tail across his outer thigh, licking from his collar bone to his earlobe and biting and sucking his neck there. Vegeta had only ever imagined being in this position with the other saiyan, yet in all his imaginings it still never struck this magnificence. When he looked into Kakarot's eyes, Kakarot was looking back. Kakarot stretched into him and rode his body in ways Vegeta had never felt his dick move. He panted and cursed, smirking into Kakarot's hazed but challenging gaze. Even still this Saiyan he fucked so fervently was trying to out-fuck him. He couldn't see himself stopping. Wouldn't dream of it.

He had waited such a long time, though his body wanted instant release and repeat, he knew he needed more than that. He fought his instincts for his egos sake, continuing to fulfill Goku even after he made him cum. Kakarot was relaxed beneath Vegeta and urged him to continue, panting out his need. Vegeta watched as Goku's chest heaved and his tail snapped in the air. He didn't have time to wonder whether or not Kakarot could tell how involved he was in him or how hard he was trying to please him.

He threw Kakarot over onto his stomach, pressing his chin against the dirt ground, his legs closed tight together. He lifted his hips into the air, entering him again from behind slowly filling him up. He pressed Kakarot into the ground thinking "not fucking bad!" as he pulled himself out and then pressed himself in further. Goku was no starfish, he rocked steady to each stroke Vegeta made and he knew he'd made his dick hard again.

He couldn't help from kissing Kakarot's back as he took him, savoring the taste and feel along the way, just like he couldn't help from reaching around and pumping his cock in the palm of his hand. Goku had previously been touching himself and was now reaching around to grasp onto Vegeta's ass. He cried out each time Vegeta swung in deeper and it was only moments before he came a second time, this time into Vegeta's hand.

Vegeta let himself be overtaken by the pulsating from Goku around his member and the sweet ring of his calls, a distinct murmur of his name out of Goku's lips, it was all more than enough. He felt the urge to shiver but fought it, pressing his upper body against the smooth warm skin of the larger Saiyan. Breathing onto his back gently Vegeta removed himself and stood up, feeling dizzy and content.

He could tell that Goku was beginning to lose the form he held and he wasn't sure how he'd be after the transformation so he didn't move from his standing position, subconsciously wondering when his would escape him. Goku turned to look over his shoulder, catching a long ways glance at Vegeta before pushing off on his hands to his feet. He turned around to face Vegeta but lost the transformation and began to fall. He could have collapsed entirely had Vegeta not caught him.

The only places Vegeta could think to take him were to Goku's house or to Bulma's house, and neither was pleasing since the only place Vegeta wanted him was here and now. He went to Bulma's. Arriving in his room, the bathroom precisely, he carried Kakarot over to the shower and turned it on, not letting him go under until the water had warmed. He knew it would wake him, and he needed a few moments to himself before reviving him.

Vegeta remembered being told about the time in between transformations from Raditz and Nappa and a little bit from his father. But all he remembered was something about the first timers either needing their lover around or wanting absolutely nothing to do with whomever they'd bedded. The last thing Vegeta was interested in was being snub-nosed by some third class hardly even Saiyan, overdue for his hormonal heat, super hero.

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                "Gohan," Videl was shivering in the cold as she wined playfully at her husband, "Come a little closer," she pleaded.

                Honestly he was comfortable, though he didn't mind lying next to his wife, and actually preferred the added body heat, he wasn't too excited to move next to her. He silently felt sorry for his lack of interest and blamed in on Vegeta, turning completely around to face her and allow her to lie on his chest. He loved Videl, she was sweet, and intelligent, she wouldn't stray him wrong. His mother approves and Bulma thinks they're the perfect fit. Gohan was grateful for his family, but, and he was surprised to admit it, he finally understood his father.

                All those years he'd spent away and it seemed like they came so easy for him. That's probably because they did. It's easy to want to get away from it all and to be away from it all and to be selfish. Goku always was selfish in a childish sort of way. Gohan could understand how easy it is for a parent to separate himself from his child, knowing his memory is with him, and knowing full and well that he'll move along and be fine without you.

You are only one person after all and now, being a parent, Gohan could see the need to get away and identify yourself and work on yourself despite the demands of your spouse or child or others. He wondered when all of these things happened and why he'd made the choice to go down that road with Videl and parenthood and why he hadn't thought about it until now. But, he supposed nevertheless that if it took him this long to reflect he must have been caught up in life, caught up in the moment, and that couldn’t have been a bad thing. He knew he was happy, despite his upsets.

                Something must have happened that got him thinking in order for him to have such a revelation, then he remembered seeing his father bare his teeth at him and Vegeta trying to ward him off. Gohan wanted to growl but remembered where his wife lay and stopped, he wasn't too sure how much she'd like that. He wondered if his Dad ever got flustered about something he was thinking and had to bite back a growl while his Mom was on his chest. Why he thought something like that he wasn't sure, but he wished he could just relax. He could purr himself to sleep when she was already asleep and not on him, but otherwise he would just have to will himself to bed as best as he could.

                He thought of Vegeta, like he usually did when he was trying to sleep. Something in the sound of his voice was solidifying. His scent was alluring and calming; depending on Vegeta's mood (sometimes it was riling). Gohan enjoyed Vegeta's company, they had witty conversations about books and people and Vegeta was never one to leave Gohan's company. Others would come and go in their presence but Gohan knew Vegeta enjoyed they're time together in particular. He never asks him to leave; he never tells him he can't stay. He would at times come over to see Goku (after Goku had returned) but he wouldn't be there and Vegeta would settle for Gohan instead. Gohan wondered if sometimes he even used his father as an excuse to come see him because he knew at least one of the Sons would be around. And Gohan wanted to be around.

                His mouth became dry the deeper consumed his thoughts became in Vegeta. He knew he was only lusting after the man, but still wondered why it made his heart pound so hard and his emotions run so haywire. He wondered if Videl could even tell the difference or how absorbed in her own thoughts she had become. He was sure if he asked, she’d tell him.

                Humans were so much easier to read that Saiyans, Gohan had concluded. He even had a harder time gauging Trunks and his own little brother, though Goten not so much, since he could sense his mischief. But Trunks, there was some mysteriousness in him that Gohan couldn't penetrate. He quite possibly learned it from his father. Either that or as he suspects Saiyans are more dense creatures than humans and require a different level of understanding. But then again he could be running off of what Piccolo had said earlier and now speaking nothing but nonsense.

                He sighed to himself, a long, silent yawn, hardly noticeable, considering what might satiate his swirling thoughts. He wondered, like he always had since he was a child, if he would have liked growing up on planet Vegeta, with other Saiyans? He wondered if his Dad ever thought the same thing, and hated that he never brings it up. He's come to realize in time that he will never know what it's like to live with other Saiyans, not really. There are only two blood lines now, and the more generations that come, the less "Saiyan" they will be.

                "Here and now is not a good example of a Saiyan lifestyle, even with all you brats about," Vegeta always told Gohan, though he admittedly said he wasn't sure what it would be like himself, he said he was sure it would be something more befitting of their nature. Vegeta spent time outdoors at night in the woods and forests and never let Gohan come around, though he never understood why and he found it strange. Vegeta did a lot of things Gohan found strange but he only thought he was strange because he would never let him in on anything that he was doing. Gohan was jealous he couldn't find a way to express himself, or anyone to express himself with and as hard as he had tried with Vegeta over the years the man only let him in so far.

                Gohan knew he couldn't really have a bond with anyone in the earth. Videl he was able to get close to because like his mother, her energy level is abnormally high for a human and he was able to teach her. Gohan  looked down at the woman lying asleep on his chest and stroked her from her lower back, spreading his hand out and bringing it slowly up all the way over her shoulders and to her neck, causing her to shiver and immediately creating a natural warmth. She moaned and pressed herself closer to him, playing with her lip as she slept atop him.

Gohan felt distracted. He knew he could go on and on in his arguments with himself. He knew Videl, as wonderful as she is, isn't enough. He felt a closer bond with Piccolo than with her, a closer bond with Trunks than with her. He guessed he should just be thankful he was able to form any bond at all, but in the back of his mind he knew it wasn't enough.

He let out a shaky breath as the thought crossed his mind that as bad as he had it, Vegeta's body must be screaming that out to him every waking second of every single day.

(And his Dad forgot what it's like to be Saiyan.)
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