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Wishes of the Fallen	By : SaiyanGirl Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4338 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Wishes of the Fallen

Author: SaiyanGirl (SaiyanGirl@Gmail.com)

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Goku/Vegeta, Vegeta/Goku, implied Goku/Chichi, implied Gohan/Videl, others are a surprise! ^_~

Warning: Language, Violence, a tiny bit OOC, Death, Angst, Yaoi, Graphic Lemon

Disclaimer: All copyrighted characters appearing in this story were created by Akira Toriyama, and appear without expressed permission. Any original characters appearing are the intellectual property of the author, SaiyanGirl.

Special Thanks: A HUGE Thank You goes to Katiefoolery for beta'ing this fic. She is absolutely amazing! Without her, this story would never have been worthy of posting!

Soundtrack for Chapter Six:

     Alizée - J'en Ai Marre (Mes Courants Électriques, 2003)

     Loreena McKennitt - Beneath a Phrygian Sky (An Ancient Muse, 2006)

     Loreena McKennitt - Kecharitomene (An Ancient Muse, 2006)

All soundtrack selections are available on iTunes.

Please Note: For all Soundtrack Disclaimer information, please see The Prologue

Chapter Six - Steam

     "You bought that thing for him." Vegeta's voice was as patronising as his gaze, watching his son's mother tug at the knot in her sash.
     "Oh, don't give me that crap." She pulled the ends of the knot to release it, completely ignoring Vegeta's eyes. "I bought it so I could get a hold of him! You know how he is, always running around with some new friend. I can't just sense him from a hundred miles away you know!"
     Vegeta hardened his gaze as her skin slowly revealed itself from behind its restrictive prison. The pink fabric slid to her curved hips, revealing a thin line between her breasts which traveled down her core to the pink lace at her waist.
     He smirked as he eyed her beautiful skin, not bothering to hide his appreciation. "Getting comfortable?"
     Had he been looking at her face, he would have seen her teasing smirk. "You got a problem with it?" Reaching behind herself, she stretched her arms out and arched her back, pushing her chest forward just enough to make her robe slide along her shoulders, revealing her large breasts to his honed sight. "You've never complained before."
     His smirk only grew as she suddenly grasped her robe and pulled it over her mouthwatering skin, her taut nipples still plainly visible through the fabric. "A bit cold are we?"
     She rolled her eyes at him, not bothering to tie the sash at her waist. The fabric hung casually at her sides, openly revealing her breasts as if she didn't care. "Mmm... nah, it's just right in here," she breathed, making her way towards the hallway she'd entered from.
     "But what would poor Darren think? His new love walking around naked in front of another male?" Teasing her was one of the better parts of his day � sometimes she would get this look that made him want to rip her clothes off and ravage her on the kitchen table. It was much more preferable than the slightly pissed-off look he received as she turned around.
     "His name is Darien! Gods, I knew you weren't listening!" She pouted at him as she folded her arms across her chest just enough to hide her nipples from his honed gaze.

     "Feh, at least I got close this time," he chided, his smirk continuing to harden as she tried to stare him down.
     "Gods, whatever, Vegeta!" she retorted, dismissing his smart-ass comment as she headed into the hallway. "I'm gonna go get ready for work. You need a shower!" He scowled as her words once again reminded him of his younger rival. "You're only supposed to smell like that after a hot night in bed!"
     He glared at the back of her head, watching as she accentuated her hips while she padded along the hardwood. What in the hell did that mean? He sensed the air around him � his thick scent hung heavily in the room, not a damn thing different about it. Was she back to finding his scent a turn-on again?
     'Damn woman never makes up her mind...'
     Vegeta growled to himself as he walked out of the kitchen. He blindly stared into space as his footsteps echoed off the walls, the mundane whites of the hallway making no effort to capture his attention. The entire building could've collapsed around him and it still wouldn't have torn his focus away from everything that was on his mind � his entire morning had been fucked up.
     Vegeta pulled the glass door open and walked out into the courtyard, instantly assaulted by floral scents and daunting heat. He loved the heat � it reminded him of home, of the twin suns and scorching heat of Vegetasei. The cool air inside was nothing more than a distraction from this welcome onslaught. His boots barely made a dent in the manicured grounds as he walked, blindly gazing over the colours lining the ground. He barely even noticed when his footsteps changed to a dull thud as he reached the bricked path leading to his gravity chamber.
     The half-way point between their two living spaces was marked by the memorial to her parents, the dual granite pillars standing like ancient obelisks in the face of the direct sunlight. He stopped and wrapped his tail around his waist, his mind graced with the memory of long nights spent designing the memorial together with Bulma. Their hard work had resulted in what now stood before him � twin pillars surrounded by a gently flowing stream, one pillar marked with a flower for her mother, the other with a scouter for her father, their names carved beneath the symbols by Vegeta's own hand. A small chalice sat in front of the towers of polished stone, a wild flame flickering endlessly to signify their undying passion for each other. They had not been of Saiyan blood, but they were still the grandparents of his son; his pride as a Saiyan warrior had demanded he pay homage to their passing, to honour his obligation to them. Building the memorial was the best way he knew how.
     With his shoulders square to the pillars set before him, Vegeta momentarily closed his eyes and bowed his head. The quiet trickling of the stream, combined with the searing heat, provided a moment of tranquility, a chance at a moment's peace for his troubled mind. Releasing his grasp upon the serenity around him, he raised his head and continued down the path towards his gravity chamber.
     As the path curved to the left, he rounded one of the woman's multiple laboratory buildings � he'd walked by it every day for nearly a decade and still had no idea what it was used for. The dome-shaped building was a dull, windowless block of depressing aged grey, one of her older labs no doubt. But it was dwarfed in comparison to the dome which stood ominously behind it � Vegeta's private artificial gravity chamber. The building itself was one of the largest within the compound walls, entirely constructed of the strongest materials the planet had to offer. Rounded windows lined the exterior at different elevations, intentionally tinted a dark blue as per his request. Like the rest of the compound, the window frames were lined in a fine chrome finish, but she had given him one final gift in the building's design: the levels between the windows were ringed with solid gold, a final touch created as a constant reminder of his true heritage.
     The dome was easily twice the size of the last one she'd built for him � its restrictive construction had been its downfall. He'd tried relentlessly to match the power of Kakarott's third ascension, to have fiery golden hair cradle over his back and touch the floor. But all his efforts had earned him was the obliteration of his gravity chamber; she'd said there wasn't any useable metal left. She would have been pissed off a whole lot more had his clothes not been vaporized in the process.
     But this chamber was all he could've asked for, and he'd let her know many times over.
     As he approached the base of the superstructure, he followed the path to the right as it forked along the ground. Nestled against the massive dome was a significantly smaller Capsule-House, the smaller structure directly connected to the giant it stood next to. It was by no means small; from a distance, the sheer size of the gravity chamber merely made it look like nothing more than a shed. But a shed it was not � it was his private living area; his personal living space devoid of any outside influence or intrusion.
     He took a final breath of the outdoor air and walked through the entryway of his house, mindlessly gazing over the familiar, Spartan interior. Rich blue carpets accented the frosty-white walls, clashing with the lightly-stained hardwoods and snow-white furniture � she'd made sure everything bore the Royal Saiyan colours. He couldn't have cared less. This was no Royal Imperial Palace of Vegetasei � nothing ever would be.
     Kicking off his boots, Vegeta sighed as his moist feet fell upon the soft touch of the carpet. He gazed across the main living room, his sight flowing over the bright leather of his largest couch to peer into the kitchen. Like hers, his kitchen and main sitting area were seamlessly joined, denoted by the clash of carpet and hardwood. But his kitchen was much smaller; a few bar-stools lined an empty counter which jutted outwards to separate the major appliances from the rest of the room. Not like he needed them � no one was allowed to enter unless he brought them in personally, the number of such invitations adding to a total of zero.
     His gaze drifted away from the kitchen, thoughtfully settling upon the enlarged door set within the left wall.
     'Bah. I've trained enough already... Focusing on my own body isn't going to help figure out any of this shit.'
     Dragging his eyes away from the lure of his gravity chamber, Vegeta casually walked through the main living room and headed down the small hallway on his right. A mirror marked the point where the hallway broke into opposite directions. He smirked at his reflection, pulling off his gloves and tossing them through the right doorway as he padded through the door to his left.
     The automatic lighting sensed his presence, illuminating a lavish bathroom as he crossed the threshold, the tiles instantly cooling his warm feet. White and blue lined the walls and floor, reflecting the light which shone from the polished gold and chrome accents. A large in-floor hot-tub was aligned with the right wall, complemented by the matching toilet and countertop sink. Directly in front of him stood his favorite piece to the whole house: his walk-in shower.
     Etched glass extended from one wall to the other as the chrome frame split to form a sliding door. Beyond the glass stood well over twenty showerheads, all of various strengths and styles. They could be programmed to do anything from creating the warm humidity of a misty jungle to the outright freezing torrent of a waterfall. The area was large enough for at least four people, although it had only enjoyed a single occupant since its creation. He would never admit it, but he loved every second spent within his shower's walls.
     Vegeta smirked to himself as he flexed his fingers, his hands now free from the balmy humidity of his gloves. Pressing a few buttons on the digital panel to his left, the sound of rushing water filling his ears as he set the shower to mist. He could only hope the relaxing atmosphere was what his convoluted mind so desperately needed.
     'Godsdamned Kakarott. What the fuck has gotten into him this time...'
     As he casually strolled into the center of the room, Vegeta turned to frown into the large mirror suspended over the sink. He stared into his reflection, studying his eyes as he mindlessly pulled at his shirt, the fabric resisting his strength. His training clothes were a sweaty mess, the moist fabric refusing to budge as it stuck to his hardened body. He could clearly make out each defining ridge of muscle on his body through the material, including the stubbornly hard nipples which still hadn't settled down. A low growl rumbled through him as he stood inhaling his thick scent, mentally cursing his body's betrayal.
     'Godsdamnit...'
     He didn't want to rip another set of his clothes � he couldn't have cared less about the cost; it was having to go to one of those godsdamned shopping malls to buy them which annoyed the hell out of him. He growled at the thought of it � the women sitting there, batting their eyes while the pathetic Human men glared at him, believing they could fight him and live to tell their friends. Some of them would try to sneak a glance at his ass or cock, not a single one succeeding without being caught � it only annoyed him further.
     Groaning in frustration, he shifted his gaze lower as he found the seam of his shirt and began rolling the tight material upwards, peeling it from his steamy muscles. He crossed his arms as he continued to peel the material away from his body, the tight fabric stubbornly refusing to give up without a fight.

     After what seemed like five whole minutes, he'd rolled the fabric up to the protruding ridge of his chest. Leaning forward, Vegeta dropped his head to his chest as he raised his arms above his head, his body almost free from his shirt's reflexive grasp. Shifting his approach, he lifted both arms over his shoulders, tugging at the moist fabric from over his head. With his arms over his head, he mindlessly inhaled his heavy musk directly from its source, the thick scent doing nothing to stir his attention. Feeling the cold dance along his heated muscles, Vegeta casually pulled the loose shirt over his head, shutting his eyes as the damp fabric slid over his face.

     It hit him like a ton of bricks.

     'Guah! What the... ?'
     As the sweaty cloth ran over his nose, his senses instantly shot into overload. The scent was full of wild passion and heady strength � too thick and heavy to be his own...
     'Kakarott... !'
     Vegeta's eyes rolled as the scent swam along his skin, the overbearing strength and raw determination wrapping around him as he clung to the fabric, overcome by the sudden presence of Kakarott's new scent.

     "Unnhh... Oh Gods..."
     Vegeta inhaled as deeply as he could through his nose, holding his breath to allow the scent to soak through his willing body. It was so thick! Like it belonged to the most powerful Saiyan who had ever lived. But that was impossible! He was the Prince, no... the King of all Saiyans! He was destined to be the most powerful, and yet... The feral passion, the unabridged defiance, and the primal rage that boiled within the overwhelming strength � he couldn't get enough! It was everywhere � the air was suddenly Kakarott, the scent of his sweating body knowing no boundary.
     A rare contemptuous grin crept across Vegeta's face, a low purring suddenly emitting from deep within his chest as he slowly backed up to shut the bathroom door with his tail. The quiet whisper of the shower was belittled into white noise as it traversed his eardrums, his glowing body enraptured by the heady scent.
     'Unnhhgg... Fuck you, Kakarott...'
     He didn't care anymore � he didn't care about a single damned thing. Not about where the scent had come from, about what had created it, about who had created it. His world had been reduced to the powerfully arousing scent of his rival.

     He would hate himself later for being so weak in the face of his body's traitorous onslaught, but his arousal was too much for any Saiyan to resist. He'd given up fighting � he surrendered his pride to his aching need as his Saiyan instincts let loose, his body reveling in the heavenly scent of Kakarott.
     "Heheh... mmmmnnnnhh..."
     Smirking to himself, he opened his eyes and looked into the mirror once more, his eyes falling upon the enlarged bulge in the tight blue of his training pants. The damp fabric strained against the weight of his heavy cock, the thick shaft easily visible from the protruding outline against his right leg. Lowering his hands to his waist, Vegeta hooked his left thumb under the waistband of his pants, his right dropping lower to rest against a steel quad. He didn't care any more. Saiyan instinct was in full control of his body as he smirked into the mirror, lightly grabbing his throbbing erection through his pants, gently stroking his thick shaft against his leg.
     Everything reminded him of Kakarott, but he couldn't have cared less. The sight of his moistened chest and abs reminded him of the bulging, steamy muscles of the younger Saiyan. He suddenly wished he hadn't worn his shirt when he'd gone to find him � the feeling of Kakarott's sweaty skin against his own would have made him swoon, made the most primal of his instincts surge forward and tackle the third class without hesitation. And then there was his new scent � Oh Gods, the scent! So heavy and so filled with lust, for strength, for power, for glory � he had not known or felt such arousal in decades!

     "Unnngghh..."
     Vegeta smirked into the mirror as he felt himself harden, thoughts of his rival sweeping through his mind. A darkened stain appeared along his right leg, his pre-cum starting to trickle out of his thick erection as it throbbed against the fabric.
     Releasing his cock from his grasp, he nearly tore the tight fabric at his waist as he tugged his training pants away from his toned ass. He gently ran his fingers over the fur of his tail as he led it through the hole in his dampened training pants. A bolt of pleasure-laden lightning stormed up his spine as he grasped at the sensitive base, making his breath hitch and cock harden even more. His musk was now thick in the air, the heavy scent easily overpowered, but still obvious as it twined with the heavenly scent of sweaty Saiyan.
     A deep sigh escaped his lungs as his erection was freed from its softened prison. The pulsing flesh snapped up to smack heavily against his sweaty, chiseled abs before bobbing defiantly in the air before them, a trail of pre leaking over his shaft. As the damp fabric began to roll along his shins, he grunted in impatience, finally stepping clear of his training outfit.
     Vegeta's eyes gazed over his weeping cock as he stood upright, the hardened phallus jutting out defiantly into the steamy air surrounding him. The large head had pushed his foreskin back along the shaft as the moist skin shimmered in the light, a tiny bead of pre forming from the slit. He looked up to smirk at himself in the mirror one last time, feeling so damned hot and aroused by his rival's scent...
     Fuck reason, he had become instinct.
     Turning his attention away from the mirror, Vegeta strode towards the foggy shower door, his thick cock bobbing back and forth with every step. A rush of warm mist pressed against his moistened skin as he pushed the glass door aside, his hair instantly becoming heavy as his tail closed the door behind him. The mist surrounded him as he stepped into the middle of the shower, the fog capturing him within its thick grasp, stripping him of his eyesight. The welcoming moisture tempted him, enticing his willing body deeper into its world of loving solitude and never-ending heat.
     Being inside the misty shower was all he could have asked for at that moment. The humid mist clung to his skin in a sheen of warm water and Saiyan sweat, mimicking the wondrous feeling of being within the thick jungles of Vegetasei. He felt as though he were being worshipped by delicate hands, the warmth making him purr loudly within the soundproof walls. His hands were in his thick, wet hair, traveling over his shoulders, flowing over his chest and abs, never leaving his skin until they finished their journey at his heavy erection.
     Even inside the shower, all he could smell was the heavy musky scent of the younger Saiyan � if anything, the mist only intensified its potency. Vegeta's tail mindlessly swayed behind him, adding his own heated musk to the humid air. The sensations of the shower pounded Vegeta's instincts, driving his primal need, ravaging his very Saiyan core.
     He couldn't take it anymore. Tracing his fingers along the ridge of his lower abs, he lightly wrapped his right hand around his throbbing cock, and took his heavy balls in his left.
     "Aaaahhnnnnnnnn!"
     Vegeta howled into the mist as he slowly stroked his rigid cock, grunting heavily as his fingers closed tightly around his pulsing veins, the rush of pleasure instantly shooting throughout his body. He lightly rolled his heavy balls in his fingers, urging himself on with a periodic squeeze. Pre-cum coursed over his fingers as it trailed out of his weeping slit, lightly running down over his throbbing testicles.
     His lustful moans filled the room as he slowly ran his hands over his throbbing erection, his body lost to the primal ravages of his Saiyan instincts. The scent of his musky cock had finally reached his nostrils, making him dizzy as it electrified his skin, the heady scent fermenting into an even stronger hard-on. He strengthened his grip and hungrily quickened his pace, ruthlessly crushing any last remnant of frustration in his mind.
     He needed this � needed this release. All the time he'd spent training, sparring with that Third Class idiot had wrought upon him the wildest of fantasies � fantasies he could never act upon no matter what. All his life, he'd been torn between pride and instinct, one demanding he banish such betraying thoughts while the other consoled him into keeping them for himself.
     But he couldn't have cared at that point. His heart was filled with lust as his instincts told him to stroke harder, squeeze harder, cum with every muscle he had in his body...
     And it was all Kakarott's fault.
     Vegeta stepped backwards, his mind filled with meaningless thoughts and images of the younger Saiyan, increasing the pace of his strokes until he felt the warm slickness of the tiled wall against his back. Pressing his shoulders against the wet tiles, he leaned his weight against the wall as he began to lightly thrust his hips into his hand, adding that ever-so-subtle friction to his aching penis. His left hand released the weight of his heavy sac, dragging along slick skin until it grazed over a nipple, taking it between his thumb and index finger and squeezing roughly. His moans were soon mixed with pants as his tail snaked around the rigid muscle of his left leg and wrapped around his aching balls, the touch of his delicate fur igniting his nerves as pleasure surged throughout his body.
     Vegeta's chest began to heave as his panting increased, the added feeling of his tail squeezing his balls pushing him to new heights. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this good � never had he had it so good by himself. He was laid against the wall, his head back, mouth agape, breathing in the sweaty scent of his rival mixed with his own heavy musk, panting into the air in an animalistic fury as he pumped his throbbing dick. He could feel his release building within his heavy sac, but yet, he still wanted more, needed more.
     He was lost in that need, his hand stroking his thick cock faster than he'd ever done as a teenager. The heavy mist surrounded him, so hot against his skin � like a powerful, overwhelming presence... like he wasn't alone...
     He opened his eyes in shock.

     "Unnnhhh... oohh-ff... fuck... K�Kakarott!"
     Slamming his eyes shut, Vegeta was suddenly overwhelmed by the sensations of Kakarott created by his own lusting mind. His shoulders were suddenly warmed by the slick touch of his bulging chest, Kakarott's hardened nipples pressing into Vegeta's shoulder blades. He could feel the warmth of Kakarott's body surrounding him, exactly as he had done in the forest. The scent was so intense that he could barely breathe, but all it did was increase Vegeta's drive to ecstasy. The touch of his warm skin, the firm softness of his thick muscles � Vegeta couldn't escape.
     Vegeta moaned uncontrollably as his lust-filled mind continued to play tricks with his senses. Suddenly, Kakarott was no longer behind him, but on his knees in front of him, begging Vegeta to thrust his thick cock into his wanting mouth. His hands were on Vegeta's throbbing dick and aching balls, his tail snaking around his leg to tease between his clenched ass. He had a pleading look on his face, making Vegeta want nothing more than to give him what he so desperately wanted � what he so desperately needed.
     As Vegeta released his nipples to grab a fistful of Kakarott's hair, he was gone, his face fading away in the clouds of mist around him. But before he could react, Kakarott was back behind him, pressing his thick sweaty muscles against his back. His hands were all over him, stroking his nipples and caressing his heaving abs. It was all too much for Vegeta to take � he was so close, it strained his aching cock to the point of pain.
     'Vegeta...'
     Vegeta's eyes snapped open as he heard Kakarott's voice ringing in his ears. He instantly shot his gaze to his hand stroking his dick at an amazing rate, and was shocked when he suddenly saw another hand appear. The large fingers wrapped around his leaking phallus, and instantly matched his own pace, stroking him off with ferocious intensity.
     'Yeah, Vegeta...'
     Kakarott's voice rang in his ears louder than if he had been standing next to a giant bell. His intrusion into Vegeta's mind was as unwanted as it was demanded by his own Saiyan instincts, his drive throwing him out of control. As his hand pumped him raw, he could feel Kakarott's body press harder against his back, his free hand running over a hardened nipple. Suddenly, as he felt the younger Saiyan's abs press against his lower back, he instantly felt his massive, burning erection press against his ass. Surrounded by his scent, immersed in his embrace, Vegeta moaned into the musky air, the primal howl filled with need and desire.
     'Cum for me, Vegeta...'
     Feeling his release on the tip of his aching head, Vegeta instantly threw his left hand between his legs and shoved two fingers between his ass, penetrating deep inside. His world became a blank sheet of bright white as the first jet of hot cum burst from his thick cock, flying clear across the shower floor. Vegeta spasmed out of control as he thrust into his hand, the second stream of hot seed shooting equally as far as the first. Feeling his legs weaken, he laid his weight against the wall as he came all over the shower floor, panting heavily as his hard cock shot jet after jet of thick, hot, pent up cum.
     His wild orgasm began to wane, spasms calming as he fought for breath, moaning as the last of his cum spilt down his thick shaft, his heavy balls clenching between his straining legs.
     After what seemed like hours of moaning and panting for air, Vegeta's sight came back into focus. He struggled to steady himself on his feet, his head still swimming from his mind-rocking orgasm. As soon as he became aware of his own senses again, he instantly shot out his nose and sniffed the air around him.
     It was gone.
     Kakarott's scent had disappeared, again. All he could sense was himself mixed with the smell of thick sex and his now-sated arousal.
     "Ugggghhhhhh... Fuuuuck... 'Rain Setting.'" As the mist quickly dissipated under the flow of the rain, Vegeta looked over the shower floor before him.
     "Hnn."
     A satisfied smirk crossed his face as he surveyed the damage. Thick streams of white seed stuck to the shower floor as the water pooled around them, trying to break them free from their hold on the slick tiles.
     Seconds later, it hit him.
     Vegeta could do nothing but stare blankly as the water cascaded down his rigid frame, his mind a chaotic blur of his younger rival.

     What in the hell had he just done?
     "Kakarott..."
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