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Unbeaten Paths	By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4882 -:- 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-Unbeaten Paths
- 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
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Chapter 6

He couldn't say that he was 'sick of it' because it enough time had not passed for sickness to settle in, but he was more that 'idlely annoyed.' Kakarot was perfectly capable of concentrating and he just kept WIGGLING. He would shift back and forth every so often and Vegeta just knew that he was opening his eyes and looking around like some kind of abnormally large toddler. Waiting to see if he was going to get caught and it was distracting Vegeta from his goal. (Which, by the way, he was very close to accomplishing. The tail was at that point where one sharp emotion up or down would make it reappear, and he was allowing the annoyance to build up in him.)

Poor Kakarot, most of what he had told him was a lie. Sitting and thinking about a tail wouldn't bring it back (yes, it was at least part of the process so it wasn't a complete lie) but mostly the meditation factor was to build up the instinctual response in the body. He remembered how it was to have a tail, craved more power and was more than willing to go to any extent to get it. (One must believe these things, everything inside of him had to absolutely believe it or this whole thing would not work.he ehe extent which he was going was to allow Kakarot's endless WIGGLING to annoy him. Especially when the humming started, and then the moron's stomach growled and he heard the hand on the flat stomach, reminded himself that he specifically told Kakarot NOT TO MOVE.

Frowned.

The frown earned him a mousy little noise from his mate, like a squeak of interest. Because he made a facial expression something exciting must be happen, which was retarded, but he managed not to get too annoyed just yet, let it build up. Kakarot whimpered, shifted, his legs uncrossed (one of them hit Vegeta's leg) and then he felt breath on his face which meant the moron was leaning forward toward him.

It would be very satisifying to be more powerful than Kakarot. Just once. He would enjoy it. Thought of the beating he could hand out, the one he had been promising to himself ever since he landed on the dumb green and blue planet. It was a wet finger in his ear that broke the barrier between his ability to ignore Kakarot and the purely instinctual reaction that followed. He turned his head and dug his teeth into the arm next to his face.

"Ow!!!!!! Vegeta!" Kakarot yanked his arm back, stared at him like he was insane, and he licked his dy ldy lips. Smirked. "Why'd you bite me?"

"Why'd you put your finger in my ear? Covered in saliva?"

"Ow" was the response, and Kakarot got off the bed like he was offended, left the room to go into the navigation room (where the first aid was.) Vegeta shrugged, felt his tail swiping back and forth behind him and turned his face just enough to see it. The tail wrapped around his arm and he stroked it. It was very nice to have it again, especially the sense of energy that flooded through him, and his skin was suddenly hot and he felt restless.

Expected reaction. No Saiyan liked to live in close quarters were there were worlds that could be destroyed somewhere. Saiyans fought. It was the right thing to do. He could not fight with Kakarot in this tin can, therefore he had to find something else to do with the whining one to satiate this burning need in his stomach to shove off his newly enhanced strength.

So he got ofe bee bed, crossed the room and stood in the doorway, watched Kakarot fighting with the rolled guaze and the bite mark on his arm, mumbling things to himself that were not complimentary. As if that bastard had never bitten anyone in his life.

Vegeta shook his head, went over to his lover and took the guaze away from him, ripped off the part that was bloody, tossed it in the trash and the guaze back in the first aid kit. Looked at Kakarot's glower before he ran his tongue over the wound, the whole circle his teeth had left behind.

"Vegeta," his lover said, "That's...you shouldn't lick it."

He gave his mate a questioning glare. "I bit you, why shouldn't I lick itDeliDeliberately put emphasis on those last three words and licked the wound again as Kakarot shivered and looked at him with intense interest. Vegeta looked am clm closely and woed wed when exactly it was that Saiyans reached their sexual peak. The 'prime of their lives' last quite a while but he couldn't recall many conversations with his father about sex. (Not sad about that in any capacity.)

"No fair!" Goku shouted, "You have your tail! I don't have my tail."

Vegeta grinned. Let the tail wag in the air behind him, watched Kakarot watching his tail and took advantage of his preoccupation to suck on the wound on his arm. Then breathed against it and Kakarot pulled away looking highly disturbed by the shiver that went straight through him. "You'll get yours soon," he promised.

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It was hard to say what it was exactly that he didn�t like because it was really everything that he found just utterly unappealing. He didn�t want to be around Trunks, he didn�t want to not be around Trunks, he didn�t want to have sex, he just wanted to fuck all the time, he didn�t want to train but he did. It was just so damn confusing inside of his head and he wondered if this was what his brother felt like all the time. Because if this is what Gohan felt like than he could totally understand the whole thinth tth the bipolar chock full of woman logic type ranting.

He felt like it would be easier if he just chopped his head off. Trunks was being painfully understanding about it all and that made him even more angry because he just wanted to get in a fucking fight. Why couldn�t they just get into a fight? A real fight? One that involved them beating the crap out of each other, possibly to the point where they needed immediate super-natural medical attention? This �oh, I understand you� shit was REALLY GETTING ON HIS NERVES!

But then it didn�t. He liked it very much that Trunks was being patient, loved that he loved him, but he wanted to punch him every time the bastard seemed to know when he didn�t want to just�whatever. Like earlier when he was all prepared to be the martyr and let Trunks just fuck him and the bastard didn�t because he had known that Goten didn�t really want to.

Whatever. He wanted to be the martyr. He didn�t want Trunks not letting him be one.

Which of course was stupid.

He looked at himself in the mirror for a long time. Naked, looked at every inch of his body that he could possibly see, craned his neck over his shoulder to try and see his back in the mirror and that didn�t work too well, but his neck hurt now. As far as he could see there was no wound, no bite, no scar from an alien race invading his thoughts and making him indescribably IDIOTIC. He wasn�t on drugs, he hadn�t eaten anything weird, he hadn�t screwed anyone but Trunks�

Unless that puberty thing was contagious, which he doubted, there was really no reason for him to be so royally screwed up in his head. Unless of course, whatever bug crawled up Gohan�s ass decided to put in for a transfer. Then maybe�no. He didn�t want to be like this, it was making his skin seem too small and too large at the same time, making everything around him feel like it was crowding and the was was too big, he didn�t want to be around Trunks then he felt like he if he wasn�t connected to his boyfriend in some way that he would just�

Bawl. Sob. Cry for hours.

Boys did not cry. It was just the thing they didn�t do. He hadn�t cried very much at all as far as he could remember, but he felt like he could sob now, looking at himself in the mirror. Felt a bit like narcissus really, admiring his beauty� Ha. Just looking for something wrong. Which was neurotic, right? Nothing was wrong.

�Goten?� That was Trunks, outside the bathroom, probably leaning on the frame looking at the door because that�s whaunksunks did, and he didn�t feel like responding, didn�t want to be around the boy now. They�d already fucked twice today, he was sick of the purple-haired one.

�What?� he said tonelessly. Then grabbed his clothes off the sink and yanked them back on, satisfied only when they ripped and then was immediately regretting that he had ripped the pants at the bottom, felt stupid for his anger when he didn�t even FUCKING UNDERSTAND WHY HE WAS ANGRY! Pulled the door open and looked at Trunks who just looked back.

Joy. A silent staring contest.

�Are you�� Trunks started.

�I�m fine,� Goten said in response. But he wasn�t and they both knew it. That knowledge hung between them like a lie, and he felt bad, because it wasn�t the truth and Trunks would do nothing but help him if he would lim. im.

�You know�� Trunks said, standing up, �Maybe�maybe it�s the puberty thing. I mean, maybe you�re going to go through it now too.�

Maybe, maybe, maybe! He didn�t want maybes, he wanted answers, he wanted definites, he wanted things that could not change not things that weren�t even defined in the first place. He wanted� Whatever. He had no clue what he wanted.

�You�re a prick,� Trunks said. Without humor. He said it in complete seriousness. �You could at least pretend that you give a damn about something��

�Right. Like you were so fucking pleasant��

�Hey, I explained. And I apologized.�

�Sorry,� he said, pushed past Trunks, and walked toward the front door. He knew that his boyfriend was probably going to try and stop him before Trunks grabbed his arm and he hadn�t put too much thought into what he was going to do if that happened. But he hadn�t honestly thought that the two of them would end up on the floor with his knee on his boyfriend�s neck and his hand poised in the air ready to bash in the face that was turning red.

Goten fell back, landed on his ass and sucked in a breath. Tried to remember how he ended up like that, how he had managed to find enough anger to hurt Trunks� But there wasn�t an explanation. He watched Trunks push himself back up to sit and look at him.

�Shit,� his boyfriend croaked, rubbed his throat.

Goten nodded his agreement.

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Trunks: I�m calling that hotline�

Goku: Hotline?

Trunks: Yeah, the fanficcer�s hotline for abused bishonen.

Goku: *looks at bite on arm * *looks at Vegeta, naked, with tail, in close quarters * *looks at phone. * *looks at vegeta *

Vegeta: Kakarot, they all already know you�re going to chose me, stop wasting time.

Goku: *shrug* *Grabs Vegeta*

Once More folks, sorry for the delay. *facevaults* I've really been out of my mind. *oi* Hopefully I'll get back on track enough that I can get a chapter out twice a week. *thinks back to the good old days when she put out a chapter a day and sighs to herself* Thanks for reading and LoL Lenora...no, I don't think the twins fit in this story. Sadly.

Although there has been a vote for me to keep going with the therapy fics. *eyes get swirly* But that idea is on hold. I was thinking of doing a sequel (A SHORT ONE) to Much Like Suffocating... Hm. Not sure. Maybe.

Thanks for reading guys!
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