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Moments In A Life	By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3823 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Moments In A Life
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-18
- 19-19
- 20-20
- 21-21
- 22-22
- 23-23--Last
- 5
- 6
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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.
Also: Challenge
answered from Marie at Aff.net, and Hudine�s challenge for straight Goten and
Trunks. (Though it pains me so.)

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He was in the shower. The shower!
Like nothing had happened. Like
everything was just so normal and there was nothing wrong in the world. Like he hadn�t give him that grin of
knowledge before he took Krillin into the bedroom that had been Bulma�s and
fucked him right there on the mattresses that had once been someone else�s.

In
the shower!

�What
do you want Kakarot?� Dusky voice, deep
and masculine and more than a little annoyed with him, amused with him. Dripping with appeal and it was just wrong
how quickly that voice went straight to his loins and made him forget just what
it was he was so pissed about in the first place.

Because
Krillin was cheating on his wife?
Because Vegeta was helping?
Because Vegeta had given him that look out the window like �come and get
it� and then went off with someone else!
No. That last one wasn�t
it. He wasn�t jealous of Krillin, only
insane people would be jealous of Krillin.

�Vegeta,�
he said at last, aware his voice came out all wrong in the steam-filled room
and the trouble breathing he had was not to be blamed on the heat. �I thought you weren�t going to do that with
him anymore. That�s what you
said.�

�He
came back,� Vegeta replied, probably smirking.
Naked. Wet. On the other side of this rather flimsy shower
curtain, he stood without any clothes on.
Disgusting how very clearly he could imagine that image. Call up the whole expanse of bronzed skin,
the scars on his chest and the definition of every single little muscle.

�You
can�t keep doing that,� he said.

�Why
not?�

Why
not? How could Vegeta just keep asking
him that like he didn�t understand that fucking somebody�s husband�more than
that, fucking his best friend (besides Bulma) in some twisted attempt to get
back at a dead woman was not RIGHT! Krillin
had a wife and a daughter and whatever had happened between the two of them
that ended with Krillin naked and sweaty and those images weren�t happy
ones� Whatever had happened with the
two of them was wrong. Vegeta
was wrong for using Krillin. But he
didn�t say this, tried to cool his temper (tried not to admit to himself that
he only had a temper because his stomach was tight with knots and he could
smell his own burgeoning arousal as clearly as Vegeta must be able to.)

�Jealous,
Kakarot?� came the inquiry.

And
he ripped open the shower, saw Vegeta standing there, completely naked, in the
shower, all wet and shiny and still aroused and it was just� Disgustingly perfect. Exactly what he kept imagining in his
head. And he realized that he was failing. Knew that his best intentions were being
shot to shit, and knew that Vegeta knew it.
Knew Vegeta could smell him and the smaller Saiyan turned. Physically smaller, less powerful, loosing
weight and becoming something he never thought Vegeta would let himself
be�weak.

�I
won�t let you use me the way you�re using him,� he snapped. Felt that in his chest, the clawing need not
to be part of Vegeta�s new obsession, not to be used like that.

�And
how do I use him, Kakarot?� dark voice,
superior little grin. Vegeta always
looked like he should have been better than Goku. Always acted like he was, and he might have been. Once.
But not like this. Not even as
Goku realized Vegeta was winning this game they were playing.

�You�re
fucking him in Bulma�s room to get even with her, Vegeta,� he snapped, �And you�re
not doing it to me.�

Vegeta
reacted to the words like there were a physical attack, smashed into him, all
hot skin and heat and wetness. Knocked
him to the floor and grabbed his hands as he landed on Goku�s chest. Knocked the air out of him and shoved him
hard against the bathroom floor as the water behind them pounded against the bottom
of the tub, unhindered by Vegeta�s presence.

�You
never did like the truth,� Goku snapped.

Vegeta
punched him. It didn�t hurt, there wasn�t
enough force behind it to make his face move, just a punch because it should
have been. Like a slap. Chichi used to slap him when he said
something she didn�t like, and Vegeta punched him. It was fair. Like the
knees that dug into his sides and the hands that smacked his arms into the tile
floor. �How should I take you then,
Kakarot?� Vegeta whispered, slid his hips down Goku�s body so he was sitting on
his stomach, leaning forward, looking straight down at him, and he was looking
straight up. �What are you offering?�

He
shivered at that voice, at the way it burned out of Vegeta, the heat and the
slick skin above him. Everything. The dark eyes that burned and needed and the
flood of emotions from Vegeta. Need and
want and maybe he only needed someone stronger than him to make him realize
what Vegeta had done.

Part
of Goku knew it was inevitable, knew that if it didn�t happen in this moment it
would happen in the next. So he looked
at Vegeta, met his glare, met the anger and the hunger and said: �Anyway but
that. And not in that room.� Low standards for him. But this wasn�t about him, it wasn�t about
love. It was just the need that burned
and demanded something. Like the tear
of clothes as Vegeta�s hands moved from his wrists to his chest and tore at his
clothes. Ripped them off until he got
to the pants, and Goku stopped him. He
needed something to wear, after all. Untied
his pants and pushed his shoes off, slid it all off and Vegeta tore them off
and tossed them away, into some corner of the bathroom.

Breathed. He watched Vegeta breath, watched Vegeta
looking at him. Watching him breath.

Then
the attack, like the punch earlier, his mouth was covered. Opened up and invaded, bruised as teeth and
hard lips attacked him, and he let Vegeta take it. Lifted his tongue obediently and stroked his against Vegeta as
his hands ran down Vegeta�s sides. Felt
the shiver of the smaller body, and it occurred to him that Krillin never
touched him. Never touched Vegeta when
he let him fuck him.

And
he was abandoned for a moment, Vegeta pulled a short plastic set of drawers off
the back of the toilet and it clattered to the floor, something cracked. The drawers were yanked out one at a time
until the prize found, and then his mouth was taken over again, angrier. Teeth against his lips and tongue, raking
over his whole mouth, and he ran his hands down Vegeta�s skin until he got to
his hips, hesitated, because he had never touched a man before, and figured �fuck
it� he was already naked, spread out on the cold bathroom floor. Curled his fingers around Vegeta�s hardness
and fthe the quick thrust forward of those hips. Whine of need, something like a purr.

Then
it was all pulled away, Vegeta moved down, shoved his legs up and open, and
Goku looked at him, and held himself open as best he could. Knew what was coming, because he�d watched
Vegeta do it to Krillin before, but wasn�t sure this is how it should have
been.

Saw
dark eyes�not black like his, but darkened with lust, they were close�look at
him and then a shake of a head and a hard hand closed on his thigh, turned him
over onto his stomach and pulled his hips up. No sound but Vegeta�s breathing, the opening click of a tube of
whatever, and the slick sounds of skin on skin. A hot thumb against that opening to his body he had never
considered too much before, and he shivered everywhere.s"> His stomach tightened painfully in response
and he looked at his own hands against the tile of the bathroom floor.

Vegeta
spread the lubrication thick against him, then pressed the head of his erection
against him and Goku held his breath, pushed back against the burning invasion
as it pushed into him. Felt like his
breath was gone forever, and clawed the tile for some sense of reality in the
world that suddenly didn�t make sense.
Felt the hands on his back, on his sides, digging into his skin, but
they wouldn�t leave bruises. It took so
much more to bruise him.

�Fuck!�
Vegeta hissed, and he felt the puff of hot breath on his back, the quivering of
the smaller body against his. Would
have said something, felt that he should say something, but he didn�t have the breath
or the time. Vegeta moved. Thrust into him without pause, just deep
thrusts. Opening him up for the first
time and claiming him in a way that Goku had never thought of himself.

He
clawed the ground for purchase and gasped at the throb in his hips, the burn of
Vegeta in him, moving and that strangeness, the sharp shocks of pleasure that almost
tickled and made his erection pulse with his rapid heartbeat. Felt the groan in his chest and forced it
down, fought against it the way Vegeta fought against everything, and the hands
on hip grew tighter and harder, the thrusts faster and deeper and he heard the
hard breathing behind him.

Great
fucking plan, he thought at himself, tell him not to use you in the
bedroom so he does it in the bathroom.
Groaned then, and pounded his fist on the tile. Brilliant Goku, fucking genius! Felt his breath being strangled out ofh im
in sharp fast gasps. The thrusts
driving everything in his body now, pulsing faster than he could think, and he
shoved back against each invasion, wanted more and faster and he held himself
up with one elbow, moved his other hand down against his weeping, painful
erection. Stroked himself hard and fast
in time with the thrusts and muttered: �Fuck,� just like Vegeta.

It
got hotter and tighter and it was too much, way too much for him to take, and
he thought about pulling away, about fight away from it. Felt Vegeta�s need and that precipice that
waited just on the other side of the unbearable sense of passion possessing his
every thought. Passion and pleasure and
something like hate or love. He couldn�t
tell, his head was too full of nothing, and his body was moving endlessly
against the thrusts that jerked into him and made him cry out. Vegeta was soundless, and he felt used by
it, by the silence.

Tightened
his body all around the hardness inside of him and shoved himself back, up onto
his knees, changed the angle of the erection inside of him and Vegeta growled.

�Down,�
he hissed. Pressed his hand between
Goku�s shoulder blades and shoved, knocked him back down to his elbows and
moved faster. But he was making noise
now, whines. Whimpers, little curses of
want and need. Then the hot rippling
inside of him and a flood of liquid heat.
Vegeta was shaking behind him, and he was left panting and fucking his
own hand.

Came
hard against the floor of the bathroom as Vegeta pulled away from him. He panted for his breath as he moved to turn
around.

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Gasp! What is he going to see?!

Goku: Vegeta
in a tutu?

Vegeta: Oh,
haha.

Goku: I thought it was extremely funny.

Vegeta: Only
you.
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