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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
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Moments
In A Life

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Warnings and Things that Don�t Belong to Me:

A.   &n&nbs
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.)

< !su !supportLists]>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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Vegeta
blinked. It was really the only thing
he could do at the moment. Just
blink. Blink and hate the bastard that
turned around and looked at him, flushed and panting with his messy stupid hair
and his long muscled body. Body so
different from Bulma�s or Krillin�s and he hated the fuck in that moment more
than he had hated Kakarot ever before.
Heard a little voice in his mind that reminded him that he had baited
Kakarot, he had brought him here and asked him for it, had wanted to take him
and now he had. But the bastard
understood things that the little idiot had never understood. Kakarot hadn�t fallen to his knees and
begged for it, he just agreed to it.
Became an equal to Vegeta, an equal that understood more than he had
been told.

Like
that crack about trying to get back at Bulma.

Whatever.

Kakarot
looked at him, looked at him forever with those eyes that were still so fucking
innocent and he hated them. Hated the
eyes. Hated the innocence, hated the
loyalty and the kindness that were in them.
The depth of understanding, and more than that, he hated that he had
just used Kakarot.

�What
happened, Vegeta?� Kakarot asked, �With Bulma?�

�Why
would I answer you now when I didn�t answer you before?� he snapped, leaned
back against the tub, and flicked the water off. It was running down the wall and onto the floor, soaking the rugs
in the bathroom and Kakarot�s pants.
Getting his back wet as he sat there and tried to figure out what he was
supposed to do with the bastard now. He
had just kept fucking Krillin, and having sex with Bulma.

Kakarot
shrugged, but it was understood. What
he didn�t say. Vegeta smirked. And opened his mouth, but the large one
(that he would have called an idiot but was forced to admit Kakarot was a hell
of a lot smarter than he let on) beat him to the speaking when he said: �Are
you going to call me a whore now?�

�They
have a reputation for exchanging sex for what they want,� he retorted.

Kakarot
shrugged again. �Did you call her a
whore?� There was that tone of idiocy
and cluelessness in Kakarot�s voice, but it was edged with the knowledge that
there was no good answer to that question.
Bulma had been Kakarot�s best friend for a long time, and you just
didn�t go around and mess with a Saiyan�s best friends.

�And
if I did?�

�Did
she deserve it?� Kakarot asked.

He
got to his feet and moved past Kakarot, but the large idiot was sitting with
his back to doo door, and Vegeta wasn�t strong enough to move him. Not angry enough to shove him away, yet, but
felt the large hand on his ankle and looked down. Glared at him and got the idiot look in response.

�Did
she?�

�Kakarot,�
he said, felt his voice get low, and wondered if that was just a reaction to
situations that he lost control of.
Because this situation wasn�t his anymore, it stopped being his to
control when he sank himself deep into the other Saiyan�s body and felt how
different it was in him than anyone else.
The heat and the clench around him.
Everything was different, it was more powerful, and it was more
alive. He had watched his hands on
Kakarot, the white marks it had left but no bruises.

�Answer
the question,� and wouldn�t you know it, Kakarot figured out that whole
�lowering your voice� trick too. Made
him sit up and take notice anyway.

Whatever
he might have said was taken away by the pounding of a hard fist against the
door, and his son�s voice: �Dad?� Urgent, worried. �Dad, are you all right?
There was a lot of� Noise.�

Kakarot
looked up at him, bangs flopped forward in his face, guileless expression. And it was there, the knowledge that if
Vegeta didn�t say something, Kakarot was going to, but fuck it, his kid knew he
was doing the little bald thing it was certainly an upgrade to be found naked
in the bathroom stinking of Kakarot.

�He�s
fine,� Kakarot said.

And
that brought about a silence that was more painful confusion than anything
else. He heard his son�s mouth open in
shock and his mind go blank as he tried to figure out this new piece in the
puzzle, probably stood there and tried to figure out just who was fucking whom
in this bathroom. Or maybe he was
thanking whatever fate brought this about, because he knew that his son wasn�t
happy with his Krillin-humping hobby.

�Oh,�
came Trunks� shocked answer finally, �I�m leaving fowhilwhile.� A tactical retreat, seemingly, but it was
just a child-reaction.

Kakarot
climbed to his feet and picked his sopping pants up off thoor,oor, rung them
out over the bathtub then flung them over the rail. Turned around and looked at him like he wasn�t a picture of
domesticated debauchery smelling like he did and covered as he was with their
release. �Answer the question
Vegeta.�

Leaving
now would be running away. Answering
would be losing. But as he stood there
and glared at Kakarot, he wasn�t so sure there was a way to win this argument.

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There
were a lot of things that he didn�t know for sure. Even more things that he didn�t know at all. He didn�t know for sure that Vegeta didn�t
kill Bulma. He didn�t know for sure
that this argument they had involved the naming of �whore� to anyone. He had no damn clue what brought Vegeta and
Bulma together in the first place or what tore them apart in the end. But now, he knew, if he pressed his
advantage he could make Vegeta give him any answer he wanted. That he knew, because he felt the trembling
edge in Vegeta, the need to be forgiven for whatever he had done�that was a
strange thing, and it made Goku wonder if Vegeta loved Bulma more than he
wanted to admit to anyone.

�Why,�
came the growled response, �Do you want to know that?� Like demanding an explanation would by him
time to come up with the will to not answer, would make the truth easier to
handle.

Not
going to happen. You didn�t just fuck
someone on your bathroom floor, give them that look with your eyes like they
are beneath you and then think you were going to get away with something id
id
like asking a question to answer a question.
Goku was being very patient for the situation he was in. He had beaten Frieza into little bloody
pieces for killing Krillin, and here was Vegeta with these sins under his belt
and he thought he was going to be cute now?

Not
going to happen.

�Because,�
he said, �I do.�

Vegeta
ripped the doorknob off the door and threw it at him, but he deflected it
without any real effort on his part, a flare of ki and it was a useless mass of
metal on the floor of the bathroom.
�Yes, you ignorant fuck!� was the shout, �I called her a whore! And she deserved it! That bitch fucked someone else and
DIED!� Then the short and furious little
Prince slammed both his fists into the bathroom door and it shattered like
glass, fell to woodchips and sawdust on the hallway floor. Useless and broken in the waves of Vegeta�s
anger, and he just left the bathroom.
Left Goku standing there and left waves of anger and hurt and something
so strong that it made him clench his teeth and shudder at the way that other
emotion moved through him.

He
moved then, without really thinking about the fact that he should have been
pissed that Vegeta had called Bulma a whore only days before she died, moved
without concern for how he looked, only the instinct to find Vegeta and to
reassure him, calm him, do anything to stop the storm of emotion that was so
overwhelming he could smell it like blood in the air.

Ran
after Vegeta and caught him on the stairs.

�Go
the fuck away, Kakarot,� Vegeta snapped.
Didn�t even stop, moved into the kitchen�naked�and yanked open the
fridge, pulled out all the food he could get his hands on and started to eat. With no decorum, no attempt to be Princely
and perfect, he just ripped opened the containers and ate whatever was inside
of them. Glared at him hatefully, and
Goku stood there and watched.

�What
did you mean, Vegeta?� Stupid
question. He understood Vegeta�s insistence
on intelligent questions now. Because
that was a stupid question. The next
question that rose in his mind was just as stupid, maybe more stupid. He watched Vegeta eat, watched him s tuff
all that food into him and the only thing he could think to ask was:
�Why?� Why had Bulma done that? Why had she died? But they were stupid things.
Stupid to ask Vegeta. He wasn�t
Bulma, and he wasn�t exactly having rational thoughts at the moment.

�Go
away Kakarot,� Vegeta said, �Unless you want me to fuck you again.�

�What
makes you think I�d let you?� he asked.
But it was weak. Stunned. His words were just shells of the words he
had wanted to say.

Vegeta
smirked at him, amused by him again.
�You let me this time.� And the
knowledge that it wouldn�t be the last time.
Because Vegeta was like some kind of addiction. Because Vegeta said you would be back, and
hell forbid Vegeta ever be wrong. Or
maybe because he wanted it. Even as he
stood there and watched Vegeta eating, watched him as he burned in his own
emotions, he wanted to be back up in that bathroom. Back when it was simple, and it wasn�t simple now.

Thought
that he should leave.

Yes.

So
he nodded distantly and turned around, went back up the stairs alone, and to
the bathroom, past the broken door, and saw the cracked tile of the bathroom
floor where his fists had been. Dragged
his pants down and on, felt them stick to his skin as they dripped water still,
and didn�t even use his ki to dry them.

Concentrated
on his and and raised two fingers to his forehead; looked at the broken door
and silently swore that one way or the other, he was going to figure this out.

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Which
SON?!

Vegeta: Not�O.o I don�t which son is worse.

Goku: Uh�Gohan
probably. Gohan�s always worse.

Vegeta: That�s
bias.

Goku: *sigh
* It is. But its also true.
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