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Native Son	By : chibivegeta Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4341 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Greetings.� I�ve
finally managed to get this chapter kicked out.� Apologies for the length, I�ve been tending toward longer
chapters, however, this one demanded it be the way it is.� Perhaps fighting that has been part of the
reason it took so long.� Hopefully
Chapter 7 will come a little faster.

Saiyanb: You�re right, I fucked up the timeline,
sumimasen. Trunks is still only a year older than Goten.

Warnings for this chapter: Vagueness, implied pr0n, CLIFFHANGER. Can�t deal? Don�t read.

Thoughts in italics bordered by tilde (~).

�Veh-geeeeeeeetah!�

Goku shuddered and trembled beneath the
prince�s touch, his entire body locking up with sensation as he seemed to
climax over and over.

It wasn�t until the prince was licking his
fingers clean and listening to the deep breaths of the other as he slept that
he realized Kakarrot had said his name.

Native
Son

Chapter Six

Vegeta woke relaxed, lazy.� He
stretched and rolled among the bedclothes, loathe to give in to
consciousness.� His nose twitched with
the combination of his scent and Kakarrot�s, and that scent which now inundated
everything.� Reaching out languidly, his
hand only met the cool of the sheet beneath.�
His sleepy good mood gave way to irritation.�

Where the hell was Kakarrot?� He
didn�t know why, but Vegeta was thoroughly annoyed the other saiya-jin wasn�t
right where he�d left him.� Leaving bed
with a grumble, the prince picked up the first piece of clothing he could find,
an already-worn pair of shorts, and yanked them on.� His eyes watered as he bit back a yowl and reached down to rub a
careful palm over the swollen and sensitive nub of his tail.

�Goddamned stupid fucking tailspot...�

Muttering under his breath, Vegeta stepped out of the bedroom and eyed
the open door.� Well, he knew where
Kakarrot wasn�t.� He also knew where
Kakarrot would be once the smell of breakfast wafted out the door.� After starting a new batch of meat,
vegetables and grain in the cooker, the prince went out to the ledge to stretch
and scratch and meet the day.�

It wasn�t all that great a meeting.�
Gray and dreary, it seemed the entire world was wrapped in a thin, soggy
blanket.� The air was heavy and
unseasonably warm, as if the storm the night before had brought the tropics
with it.� The odors of wet and fecund
earth rose up from the ground below, stirring in Vegeta a vague sense of
longing.

Fortunately he was mid-yawn when Kakarrot appeared, otherwise his jaw
would have dropped at the sight of the younger saiya-jin.� Water dripped from the thick spikes of his
hair and the fool�s grin flashed out from beneath the heavy bangs.� The grin was the only thing Kakarrot wore.

Vegeta felt a flush of heat to his face, and another at his groin.� The big idiot.� Had he been out here cavorting naked for half the morning?� The prince wasn�t sure why he was disturbed
by that, since saiya-jins often went with the minimum of clothing; it tended to
disturb one�s opponents and also made less a chore of post annihilation clean-up.� Though on this planet he�d noted that most
people didn�t like to be, or see, naked.�

It was just that grin, the way Kakarrot was looking at him.� And he was naked.� Very naked.� And wet.� And disturbingly close.�

The prince�s thoughts trailed back to the night before and the
delicious sense of release and satisfaction he�d felt.� His eyes traveled over the muscular body and
his tongue flicked out nervously over his lower lip.� A clammy sweat broke out over his skin, which seemed to be trying
to crawl up the back of his neck.� He
felt as though someone had just thrown a bucket of icy water over him.

~What the hell is
wrong with me?~

His vision suddenly swimming, Vegeta shivered, confusion only adding to
his sense of unbalance.� The nub of his
tail throbbed and ached like a searing coal at the base of his spine, and that
fucking scent was back like he�d drowned himself in exotic perfume.�

Bright black eyes watched with concern as the saiya-jin prince doubled
over and howled with pain, then widened in surprise as the prince�s thick russet
tail returned to being behind him.� Goku
moved forward, apparently to help, but the movement and larger form triggered
something within.

Vegeta crouched and snarled a challenge, his tail snapping a
warning.� Eyes glowing redly, he leapt
straight into the air and roared his defiance.�
With a single movement, the younger saiya-jin bounded after him in hot
pursuit.

****

Sunlight lanced through green and drew a frown across Vegeta�s brow. He
became aware of his surroundings slowly, first noting the damp of the ground he
had apparently slept on.� His head
ached, his joints felt stiff, his mouth was dry and tasted like something had
slept in it.� Scowling, he turned from
the intruding sunlight and buried his nose into the solid form that had been
half curled around him.

Eyes slitting open, he blinked a few times to clear his vision,
eventually identifying the muscled chest before him.� Kakarrot.� ~What?~� A possessive arm lay draped across him, and
he carefully wiggled free and gained his feet on the mossy, leaf-strewn ground.

Vegeta shook his head and tried to clear the cobwebs from his
thoughts.� The last thing he remembered
was being aggravated with the big baka, and going to look for him.� Had they fought?� Been sparring?�
Hunting?� What the hell had happened?�

Looking down at himself, he realized his clothing was gone; torn or
burned off.� He was covered in cuts and
scratches along with smears of dirt and what looked like dozens of bites and
bruises.� He was sore all over.

Had he finally snapped and outright killed the bastard?� Ignoring a slight thrill of alarm at the
thought, he looked over at the other saiya-jin.� Other than similar minor injuries, he appeared to be unhurt.� His cheeks were lightly flushed as he slept,
and his chest rose and fell with regular, deep breaths.�

Stumbling a little as he retreated further, Vegeta followed his
instincts and his ears and found a small stream that flowed into the larger
river further downstream.� Wasting no
time, he splashed in and scrubbed his palms over himself, loosening dirt and
blood.� The chill of the water helped to
clear his head and, locating a calmer backwater he crouched on a rocky ledge
and evaluated his reflection for any further wounds.

Other than an already healing ring of black around one eye, he could
find no real damage, though the bites and bruises were still confusing.� Eyes losing focus, he tried to remember what
the hell it was that had happened.�
Musing to himself, at first he failed to notice the slow curl and flex
of dark fur behind him.� Then, snarling,
he whirled defensively, only to dump himself into the shallow pool.� Sputtering water as he came up, he felt a
familiar coil of fuzz wrap itself around his waist.�

His tail.� His tail was
back!� He gathered up the length in both
hands, hardly daring to believe it was real.�
At the first touch, a shiver ran through him, and his mind was suddenly
assaulted with myriad images of the last 24 hours.� Vegeta stood mid-stream, tail and hair dripping, as fractured
memories poured through his mind�s eye.�

They came slowly at first; fragments of images, sounds, sensations.
Then faster, linking to each other to form context, and overlaying it all was
that dizzying scent, so heavy it lay almost bitter on his tongue.

*****

He crouched and snarled a challenge, his tail snapping a
warning.� Eyes glowing redly, he leapt
straight into the air and roared his defiance.�
With a single movement, the younger saiya-jin bounded after him in hot
pursuit.

Another saiya-jin
followed, and he turned in flight to renew his challenge.� If this one could prove worthy, he might
consider allowing him closer, perhaps even consent to the chase.� He narrowed his eyes and assessed his adversary.

Weak sunlight gleamed on
smooth skin and glinted from bared teeth.�
The wild spikes of hair waved and snapped in the breeze, repeated by the
lush-furred tail behind.� Red-rimmed
eyes evaluated him in turn for a brief second before gazes clashed.� They pounced together, attacking and
defending without conscious thought.�

The impact of flesh and
bone sounded out over the landscape, masking low grunts and growls as the
saiya-jin came together.� Each strike
jolted across his skin, distracting and confusing him with the tingling
aftereffect. His body tightened as the furious ache inside him ignited.

An inferno washed over him, flowing over his skin and
within like a river of flame. Each emotion and impression clamored for his
attention.� He was nothing but
sensation, nothing but storming turmoil, fire and fury, chaos seeking catharsis.�

His thoughts hazed almost completely away, he could only
respond to the driving need to run far and fast.� Leaves tumbled in the wake of their passage as they darted
between trees and over rock and pits, driving the natural denizens into hiding
and flight.� He could sense the other
getting closer, closing in on him.

He could almost feel hot breath on the nape of his neck,
and finally whirled to confront the one who chased him, only to be bowled over
and slammed into the earth.� A hot mouth
covered his and he could only bite and claw to get closer.

He glowed like an ember, fire just under the surface of
his skin, and he writhed up against the muscled form above him.� The mouth that plundered his only fueled the
blaze that scorched through him. Strong hands stroked him feverishly, weight
and need flaring in their wake, searing the breath from him.

Hard flesh pressed against him, bare warning before it
was sheathed inside him, leaving him howling and demanding more.� His tail was captured by another, sparks
teased from the bristled fur as he bucked and squirmed, ever more needy.� The shaft of heat moved within, stoking the
fire of want to white-hot.

He snarled, caught up in the mindless need to drive the
fire hotter, licking and biting, leaving scratches wherever he could
reach.� His blood moved like lava
through his veins, and the rhythmic force inside drove him desperately toward
incandescence.�

*****

Slowly coming
back to himself, Vegeta blinked down at the black surface of the water, the
reflection of sky and trees slowly settling as the last of the wet dripped from
the tip of his nose.� His surprised
expression blinked back.

~What�happened?~

Head snapping up,
the prince tried to orient himself further.�
The sun was heading toward evening, leading him to conclude that it had
been hours since he could recall anything clearly.� But, if what he remembered was anything other than a complete
flight of fancy, he and Kakarrot had mated.�
And from the feel of things, quite thoroughly.

His cheeks flushed
as he slogged naked from the water.�
Right now all he knew for certain was that he was tired and scuffed and
hungry and dirty.� His ki was depleted
and he longed for nothing more than a shower, a hot meal, and a lot of
sleep.� Striding toward the trees, he
decided to collect Kakarrot and get back to camp where he could get to get all
three.

Stepping past the
thick bole of a tree, Vegeta could see the younger saiya-jin�s eyes just
opening, he smirked slightly to himself. Saiya-jin indeed.� Maybe sleep was overrated.� He paused and folded his arms over his bare
chest.� His voice rasped and he was
again reminded of what the past hours had held.

�Come on,
Kakarrot, let�s get the hell out of dodge.�

The sudden
widening of his companion�s eyes coincided with the cool press of metal against
his temple; the oily slide of metal on metal sounded clearly in his ear. There
was an almost soft click.

�Dodge this, you
husband-stealing son of a bitch!�� The
hate in her voice was clear.

�Chi-Chi, NO!!�� Goku leapt forward, fingertips already
moving to his forehead.

The sharp report
of the weapon echoed flatly in the otherwise silent wood.

TBC

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