To Win a Royal Heart | By : kaze Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4557 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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A/N: Another lemony chapter, more graphic than
the last, I believe. Just as a warning
XD As a side note, this fic used to be
20 chapters long + epilogue (or “PWP Lost Chapter”!!), but since my tastes have
come a LONG way since 2002, I decided to combine chapters to make them longer
(I do love me some long chaptered fics!). Originally, this chapter (7), was
chapters 13&14, just so you know where we are in the length of the fic
XD Not too much more to go, folks.
Chapter 7
Goku
let his face drop against Bardock’s shoulder, his eyes closing tightly as a
wave of emotion washed over him. His father’s arms tightened around him, then
loosened, hands pushing him away gently by his shoulders. Bardock’s eyes
wandered over the planes of Goku’s face as he shook himself, as if waking from
a dream.
“I
knew we looked too much alike for it to be a coincidence…I almost had myself
convinced that it was just a fluke thing…then, when Goten let it slip that you
came from Earth…I still tried to convince myself that it was coincidence, but I
held on to the hope that perhaps….that maybe…” Bardock stopped, shaking his
head once again, still in shock. “My son. Kakarotto. I never thought I’d see
you again.” His brow furrowed. “I don’t understand exactly what is happening, though.
You…you have came here from the future?”
Goku
opened his mouth and then closed it again. ‘What do I say? What can I say
without changing things more than I already have?’ He finally nodded. “Yes,
father, we are from the future, my son and I. We came here on accident after
fighting a villain that had attacked Earth, threatening to destroy it. When I
finally did destroy him, a small box appeared where he had stood, and I
stupidly opened it; and here we are.”
Bardock
appeared to think about the story briefly, then nodded. “So…Goten…” he turned
to face the young man, who now had silvery tear streaks down his cheek. “is my grandson?” He asked, his eyes
hopeful. Goten smiled and nodded, his smile turning into a wince as Bardock
hugged him tightly, smacking him on the back a few times with affection. “I
knew there was a reason I felt this closeness to you…” He muttered, stroking
the young man’s hair.
“You
have two grandson’s, actually; and a great granddaughter.” Goku replied with a
small smile. Bardock’s eyes widened. “Gohan is ten years older than Goten, and
is my first son; Goten is my second son. Gohan and his wife made me a
grandfather, and her name is Pan.”
Bardock
shook his head, releasing Goten from the hug. “This…I can’t believe this. I’m
too young to be a grandfather AND a great grandfather!” The saiyan scowled
slightly.
Goten
and Goku both chuckled, but Goten was busy digging into the drawer next to his
bed. Goku and Bardock watched him with interest, until Goku caught a glimpse of
what Goten had been after; his wallet. Flipping it open, he handed it to
Bardock, who looked confused at first, until his eyes fell on the first
picture.
Bardock
breathed deeply, his eyes scanning the color photo with wide eyes. In the
photo, a young boy with short black hair sat on Goku’s shoulder, a small round
hat perched on his head. Both had big smiles and stood in a wooded area.
Looking at the picture closely, he knew that it was not Goten in the picture.
“This is…Gohan?” He asked as Goku peered over his shoulder.
Goku
smiled. “Yep, that’s Gohan when he was just a wee one.” Bardock flipped the
picture and stared at a sea of faces, in which he only recognized three. His
son, Goku, in an orange uniform, Gohan, quite a bit older this time, wearing a
purple uniform and a intimidating white cape, and his prince, Vegeta. The
difference was, was that all three saiyans had blazing golden hair. He stared
at the picture, uncomprehending. He turned slightly, meeting his son’s eyes
levelly. “Super Saiyans…”
Goku
didn’t bother to answer, just returned his father’s gaze steadily. “There’s
more pictures there.” He said softly.
Bardock
looked down, looking at the next picture, this time of Goku, a young woman, a
teenage Gohan and a young spiky haired Goten, who looked just like his
father…and himself. He smiled broadly as he continued through the last few
pictures, then stopped at the last one, of Goten and a purple haired boy; the
picture didn’t look very old, and he assumed it had been taken not long before
they had arrived on planet Vegeta.
“Father….
we need to talk.” Goku said, his face serious. Bardock nodded, handing the
wallet back to Goten silently. “You realize that the situation that Goten and I
are in is a delicate one. Anything we do here could alter the future. As a
matter of fact, no doubt we already have.”
Bardock
nodded thoughtfully. “Yes. The future will have some changes, I’m sure. But you
can stop any more from happening, if you tread carefully, I suppose. You don’t
have to worry about my knowledge; I won’t say a word to anyone, ever. Your
secret is safe with me.”
Goku
smiled. “Thank you. But I have to ask more of you. Please don’t ask me any
questions…be satisfied with what information we have given you. I think the
less you know, the less of a problem there will be.”
“I
agree with you…and though I want to know more, I will respect your wishes.”
A
bell sounded in the hall, and Goku nearly jumped out of his skin. “Yikes! That
was the mealtime bell, I have to get back to Vegeta!!” He yelped, running towards
the door and pulling it open. “I’ll see you both later!” He yelled as he ran
out the door, waving as he went.
Goten
stared out the door and laughed softly. “Dad has always worked so hard to keep
Vegeta-sama happy, and I don’t think Vegeta has ever noticed. Poor dad.” Bardock listened with interest, then looked
out the door also, his eyes narrowed slightly. “Perhaps the Vegeta in this time
will notice.”
“But,
wouldn’t that change the future, Bardock?” Goten asked.
Bardock
shook his head softly. “Not as directly as you think. You see, as long as the
future person is still living in the future, you can’t truly change what
happens unless you do something dramatic. The future isn’t another place,
really; it’s still going on, just as it was. So, it’s impossible to go back and
change it, because that would be changing the past.” Bardock blinked, then
scratched his head. “Eh…ok, so that wasn’t the best way to explain…”
Goten
laughed as he pushed the door closed. “I think I get it. You mean that, since
Vegeta-sama is in the future, even the past can’t change him, because he, in
his time, has already had his past.”
Bardock
grinned. “Exactly. However…Vegeta is still Vegeta, wether it be past or
present, but might be treated as two separate entities; which would mean, the
Vegeta of the future might get residue of what happened in the alternate past.”
Goten
shook his head. “This is starting to hurt my brain.”
*
Bulma
stared at Vegeta from across the dinner table, completely bewildered. Trunks
and Gohan exchanged glances, then shrugged and continued eating as Vegeta sat
quietly, pushing his food around his plate, having not taken one single bite.
His brows were drawn down into a frown, and he had not said anything to anyone
in hours.
Finally,
Bulma sighed, throwing her napkin down. “Vegeta. You’ve got to eat something!
What’s wrong with you? You’ve never played with your food before…you…you’re
acting like a love sick teenager!”
Vegeta
scowled deeper, his cheeks flushing. “I am NOT a love sick teenager; I
don’t even have a clue why you’d say that! Just because I don’t feel like
eating or talking with you bakas, doesn’t mean a damn thing! Do you mind if I
at least try and attempt to THINK around you who seem incapable of it
the majority of the time?” His voice continued rising as he jumped from his
chair, hands gripping the edge of the table.
Trunks
laughed, shoveling salad into his mouth. “Dad, I think Goku’s absence is really
wearing on you. When he gets back, why don’t you just tell him how you feel
about him?” Bulma immediately cringed and Gohan flinched as if struck.
“WHAT?!?!”
Vegeta raised his hand, his fist clenching tightly around the glass of water
that had been part of his dinner setting, until it cracked and burst, sending
water and shards of glass flying. Suddenly his face paled.
“Kakarotto….Vegeta-sei…around the year 750….Oh Kami….!!!” He ran from the
table, his face serious. “WOMAN! Get your ass in here and work on that time
machine! We have to get Kakarotto and his brat out of there, and SOON!”
Bulma
stuttered as she stood from the table; Trunks and Gohan, who were both looking
rather confused, followed suit.
“Vegeta, why, what’s going to…” Bulma herself then paled, her hand
fluttering to her throat. “Oh Kami…I forgot about Frieza blowing the planet to
smithereens. But..Wait…didn’t he say he was on Frieza’s ship?”
“Yes,
that’s what he said…but for how long? What if he gets sent back? What if….fuck!
Anything could happen. We have to get them back!” he demanded.
‘What
would I do if he died again? My feelings for him…they’re…different…than they
were before. Not that I like him all that much or anything.’ He thought to
himself as he rushed to the lab, Bulma, Trunks and Gohan following closely
behind. ‘If I don’t like him, why do I care? Why is my heart aching at the
thought of losing him? Why do I miss him so?’ He growled softly. He didn’t
understand his own emotions, and didn’t want to. All he knew is that for some
reason, those emotions had doubled, if not tripled since the man had left. It
was safe to say that the suddenness of the emotion made him uncomfortable to
say the least. ‘If he makes it back alive…I ‘ll kill him. I’ll KILL HIM!
It’s all his fault!’ He raged silently, slamming his fist into his palm.
*
“You’re
late.” Vegeta stated quietly as Goku rushed through the door.
“Ah…well…you
see…we started talking and…” Goku began, his hands twisting together with
worry.
“It’s
all right.” Vegeta said, walking up to him slowly, his eyes downcast.
Goku
frowned slightly. ‘Something’s wrong….I sense…’ His thought ceased as
Vegeta came to stop before him, his eyes rising to meet Goku’s; the eyes were
different, so different than Goku remembered seeing them, in the past or
future. His heart twisted painfully in his chest at the pain, sadness and pleading
that shone so clearly from the young man’s eyes.
“Vegeta…what’s…what’s
wrong?” He asked softly, staring down into the deep depths of ebony. Vegeta’s
eyes flashed almost angrily for a second, then the anger seemed to dissipate,
tears welling up in his eyes before he turned away quickly with a loud curse.
From behind, Goku could see the prince grinding his eyes with his fists,
attempting to rid them of the tears that had managed to escape. Vegeta spun
back, his arm shooting out quickly to catch hold of the front of Goku’s armor;
blinking, Goku let himself be pulled forward into the angry face of his prince.
“Why…”
Vegeta started, his voice quivering. “Why did you lie to me?” Goku simply
stared, not sure how to react.
“What
do you mean, Vegeta? I don’t understand…I never lied to you…” Goku said with a
frown, wondering just what the hell Vegeta was talking about.
“You
intend to leave me, don’t you?” Vegeta asked, his chin rising proudly. “ I
heard everything, Kakarotto.”
Goku
sighed, his eyes closing tightly. ‘fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK!’ he
screamed mentally. Vegeta must have been standing outside the door when the
transmission came through, that was the only answer, unless Goten’s room had
been bugged, which he doubted.
“Vegeta…I’m
sorry. I’m sorry you had to find out like that. I tried to keep the falsehoods
to a minimum, if at all…and that was just for our protection.” Goku shook
lightly, a large lump forming in his throat.
Vegeta
swallowed hard, his head ducking as a sob shook his body. “Y…you….hurt
me.” He accused, his eyes full of anger again. “I thought you…I thought that
since…you…we….” His sentence broke off abruptly, and the Prince became very
quiet, even as his slight frame trembled.
“Oh
Kami, Vegeta…I’m so sorry!” He pulled Vegeta into his arms, hugging him
tightly. “I didn’t mean to hurt you…I’d never hurt you on purpose.” A few
minutes passed, and so did Vegeta’s tears. Pulling out of Goku’s embrace, he
straightened, rubbing the back of his gloved hand across his eyes, sniffing
lightly. “So you are leaving, then.” He said, not questioning, but stating it
as fact.
Goku
paused, then nodded softly. “Yes…I’m not sure when Bulma and
Vegeta….eh…yourself…will have the device ready, but when it’s ready, Goten and
I will have to go back to our own time.”
Vegeta
nodded softly. “Fine.” He whispered, turning away from Goku to walk into his
room, shutting the door behind him quickly.
“Kami…”
Goku said softly, hanging his head. He felt terrible, as if he had deceived the
young prince, which, he supposed that, to a degree he had, though he certainly
didn’t mean to. His heart fluttered in his chest as the realization came to
him; This Vegeta…the eighteen year old prince of Vegeta-sei, was in love with
him. ‘He loves me…he truly does, I know it. I can see it when he looks at
me…feel it in his touch; Fuck! I can even sense it in his ki!’
Vegeta
paced his room, cursing softly. How he had gotten to this point, he hadn’t an
idea, but he now felt helpless…and alone. He had, his entire life, felt
alone…that was, until Goku had come along, anyway. Even though the man had angered and annoyed him beyond anything
he had ever experienced, the mysterious Saiyan had filled something inside him
that had been empty before; had made him feel whole. Now he was going to lose
him, and there wasn’t much he could do about it.
The
mystery had been solved, yet his curiosity about Goku remained, the pull he
felt towards the man was still strong and vibrant. He was from another
time…from the future, and even Vegeta knew that he couldn’t fuck with that; it
could change too much, and truthfully, he didn’t have the heart to try and deny
Goku the right to return to his true existence. He growled, thinking he should
just kill the man and his son, to make himself feel better. But he couldn’t.
*
Goku
had given up on waiting for Vegeta to come out. Reluctantly, he had finally
eaten his meal alone, then crawled into bed, his heart heavy with sadness. He fell into a fitful sleep, his body
tossing back and forth as his mind struggled to find the peace it needed for
sufficient sleep.
Vegeta
opened the door silently, his head emerging from the doorway to stare at Goku’s
sleeping form. He smiled slightly as he approached the bed, his hand reaching
out to stroke the disheveled ebony spikes of hair that lay softly across the
man’s pillow. His finger ran lightly across the wide forehead, and then slipped
down the man’s nose, pausing to caress the lax lips, then continued over the
slightly pointed chin. Goku’s nose twitched, and a few seconds later, dark eyes
flickered open with sleep-induced confusion.
“Vegeta?”
Goku whispered, leaning up on one elbow.
“Yes.
It’s me.” Vegeta returned, staring at Goku from where he stood next to the bed.
“Is..is
there something wrong?” He asked, squinting slightly against the dim light
filtering in from Vegeta’s bedroom.
“Yes.
There is a lot wrong. But it’s nothing that either of us can control so there’s
no point in worrying about it, is there?” He asked, his voice emotionless. Goku
frowned.
“You’re
wondering why I’m here.” Vegeta stated, lifting a knee to settle on Goku’s bed.
Goku braced himself as the bed dipped down slightly under Vegeta’s weight; he
looked up uncertainly, but nodded, then froze as a small hand lifted to brush
some stray hair from his forehead.
“I
don’t want you to go, you know.” Vegeta said softly, his sadness seeping
through his words.
Goku
sighed, his eyes closing. “I know, Vegeta. And I wish I could say I don’t want
to leave, but that would be a lie…and I don’t want to lie to you, Vegeta.”
Vegeta nodded, his hand falling to Goku’s shoulder, where it softly caressed
the skin there. Goku shivered and pulled his blanket a bit tighter around his
bare form; as he did so, the bed dipped down further when Vegeta lifted his
other leg, and climbed under the blanket, twisting so that he was lying on his
side facing Goku. Goku looked at him with a certain amount of surprise,
squinting in the dimness to try and read the young man’s facial expression, but
it was blank.
Vegeta’s
arms lifted slightly as he tugged his shirt off, then quickly removed what
little other clothing he had on. “I’m not going to let you go without giving me
what I want, you know.” He said softly, warm hands lifting to stroke across
Goku’s chest. Goku’s breath hitched as Vegeta’s torso was suddenly pressed
against his own, Vegeta’s slick wet tongue dancing in slow agonizing circles
down Goku’s neck. Hot breath tickled his throat as Vegeta spoke softly.
“I
want you inside me…one more time…before you go…and that’s not a wish, it’s an
order.” he whispered against the sensitive skin around Goku’s collarbone,
sending shivers through the taller Saiyan’s taut body. Goku’s eyes were round
at hearing the command, his hand lifting to stroke the young man’s back.
“Are
you sure, Vegeta?” He asked, gasping when the only response he received was
Vegeta crawling backwards down his body, his mouth engulfing Goku’s erection in
one swift stroke.
*
“Ahnnn!”
Goku cried out, his hips arching off the bed, his teeth grinding together as
Vegeta sucked him with fervor. “Kami, Vegeta…” Goku whispered softly, hips
thrusting upwards again as Vegeta began to pull away. Small hands pressed him
back to the bed, the warm mouth removed, much to Goku’s dismay. Vegeta climbed
his way back up Goku’s body to straddle his chest, his own arousal evident, and
just inches from Goku’s chin. Goku swallowed, his eyes wandering up and down
Vegeta’s body, hands lifting to gently rub Vegeta’s hips and thighs.
“Goku…Kakarotto….”
Vegeta whispered, his eyes slightly narrowed. “Tell me something.”
“Anything….”
Goku replied, lifting his arms to let his large hands travel over Vegeta’s
muscular chest.
“Are
you in love with him?” Vegeta asked, his voice quiet and void of any emotion.
Goku’s hands stopped in their travels, his eyes lifting to meet Vegeta’s
questioningly.
“Him…who?”
He asked, confused.
Vegeta
snorted and rolled his eyes, eyes that had become suspiciously glossy. “Him,
baka. Me. The other me. The…the one who calls you Kakarotto.”
Goku’s
heart became heavy with dread, having not anticipated this question. He would
not…could not…lie to Vegeta. He sighed softly, his eyes closing briefly before
he opened them again, just in time to see the look of devestation on Vegeta’s
face.
“You
don’t have to answer verbally. You’ve just answered me with your reaction.” He
said calmly, his eyes suspiciously bright before a single tear escaped, hastily
brushed away before it could make its descent. That would be the last tear Goku
would see Vegeta shed.
“Vegeta…”
Goku began, his eyes softening.
“No…don’t
bother. I shouldn’t have asked it; I don’t want anything to ruin this moment.”
Vegeta stated softly, bending at the waist to lean forward, his rear scooting
back onto Goku’s stomach. Their noses brushed in a light caress, Vegeta’s head
leaning slightly before their lips touched gingerly. Goku’s mouth opened slowly
against the lax lips before him, Vegeta’s following suit shortly after, a wave
of pleasure washing over both of them as their open mouths clashed together in
a passionate kiss.
Vegeta’s
mouth was sweet and moist, and Goku still couldn’t get over how the man’s taste
affected him. For seconds, his mind was numb, not able to form words or
thoughts even if he tried. His cock throbbed as the crack of Vegeta’s ass rubbed
lightly against his organ’s head, and it took nearly all his power to hold
himself back. He gasped as Vegeta plucked at his nipples, nimble fingers
rubbing the hardened nubs in circles; Vegeta broke their kiss to move down
Goku’s neck, his teeth nipping as he went.
Vegeta
moaned, his open mouth traveling down the hollow of Goku’s neck, tongue
flashing out to taste the man’s salty flesh. He moved his arms to the sides of
Goku’s shoulders, moving down slightly, then thrust his hips forward to rub
seductively against the taller man’s hard cock. The man below him grunted, his
eyes closing in momentary rapture. Large hands lifted to grab his hips,
pressing them back down upon him so their hard members could rub against each
other again.
Vegeta’s
breath hitched as they set a fairly fast pace, bumping and grinding against
each other with surprising force, their sensitive skin rubbing nearly to the
point of burning.
“Goku…it’s
time.” Vegeta panted, his half-lidded eyes feasting upon the delicious vision
under him. He wanted the man badly, and wasn’t sure if this chance would ever
come to pass again. For some reason, he doubted it…he felt it deep within him.
These were their last hours together like this. Or at least it was until the
future, and even that was iffy.
Goku
didn’t have to be told twice.
Wrapping
his arms around his young prince, Goku rolled them so that he came to land atop
of Vegeta, the prince’s legs spreading wide before wrapping around Goku’s
narrow waist. Their breaths came in small pants as Goku held his cock and
pressed it against Vegeta’s opening, spreading the largel bead of precum around
the orifice to ready the smaller saiyan for his entry. Vegeta’s eyes closed
tightly as Goku entered him, gasping as the man’s full length was suddenly filling
him, his eyes watering with the pain that radiated from the stretched opening.
Goku nuzzled his face against Vegeta’s neck
before pulling out slowly and thrusting back into the young prince’s body,
shivers traveling up and down his spine at the pleasurable waves that washed
over him as his cock slipped into the tight warm sheath. Vegeta squirmed
beneath him, the prince’s fingers digging painfully into Goku’s back; the pain,
however, mixed exquisitely with the pleasure and only served to arouse him more,
leading him to thrust harder, his hips lifting and swaying at high speed,
pummeling the smaller saiyan into the bed. Vegeta dug his nails deeper into
Goku’s sensitive flesh and arched his back off the mattress, his tongue running
up Goku’s exposed neck in long sensual strokes.
“Vegeta…”
Goku half-panted, half-moaned, his cheeks flushed with excitement. He looked
down at Vegeta with heavy-lidded eyes, drinking in the man’s beauty, a part of
him once again feeling guilty for taking advantage of the young inexperienced
Prince…and nearly in tears that it was not his own Vegeta he was sharing this
with. He inwardly smiled, imagining his own Vegeta calling him ‘soft’ at his
thoughts.
Vegeta’s
back dropped back to the bed below, hips thrusting upwards taking Goku deeper
within him, his wet lips parted slightly, eyes closed. Goku growled as his
pleasure increased, his ki spiking abruptly as his power exploded around him in
a golden mist. His thrusts became frantic and hard, small animalistic noises
tearing from his lungs as he pressed towards completion.
Vegeta’s
eyes sprang open to watch with awe as Goku turned golden, the petite prince
embracing the power that flared around him, bashing against his own ki in
delicious waves; this was the power he himself sought, though he never truly
thought this much power was possible to attain. But now, he knew. It would take
years of hard work to reach, but Vegeta was used to working hard, and once he
had a goal, it was there until he attained it. The power was now crackling
around him, the slight smell of electricity filling his nostrils as the vision
above him proved to be too much; his neck arched gracefully, his mouth moving
wordlessly, eyelids compressing themselves together tightly. His arousal
spasmed, his climactic cry ringing out as his body pulsed hard.
“…K..Kakarotto!”
Goku
watched from above, his own climax battering at him, sending him slamming into
the smaller man at high speed repeatedly. His moans of pleasure gave way to a
hoarse cry, sensual bliss erupting as he came violently deep inside the young
prince, his power flaring once more before draining completely, his hair
bleeding back to ebony. With a sigh, he
collapsed, moving sideways off of Vegeta as not to crush him.
Dark
eyes fluttered open; Vegeta’s head turned to watch as Goku lay still, his
cheeks still flushed from their spent pleasures. He slowly lifted his hand,
bringing it up to stroke Goku’s cheek softly. At the feel of the other man’s
hand, Goku opened his eyes, allowing a small smile to grace his lips as he
watched the prince, wondering what would happen between them when he got back
to his own time. He lifted his hand and copied the younger saiyan’s actions,
stroking his soft cheek, then allowing his fingers to follow Vegeta’s cheekbone
and up into his upswept hair, where he petted and stroked it softly until
Vegeta fell into a deep sleep.
“Goodnight,
my prince…” Goku whispered, placing a small kiss on Vegeta’s lips before
succumbing to slumber himself.
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