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Vegeta Doth Protest Too Much	By : sefiru Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 12529 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Vegeta Doth Protest Too Much

By Sefiru

Pairing: G/V

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: D/s, Yaoi

Disclaimer: I don’t own Dragonball Z and I make no money, only lemonade.

Zee and Moiira: “interesting” is one way to put it …

Sigart: Nah, Chichi wasn’t sleeping with anyone. She’s just a money-grubbing brat.

Zofo: yep, the cabin’s for Gohan.

animeslave18: she was lured in by his manly physique ^^ and she thought he’d be easy to push around.

Velvet: is that what they’re calling it these days?

In this chapter: more wood chopping. And smut.

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Chapter 7: Can’t Stay Away

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      I lie on my cold bed in a spare room in the woman’s mansion, trying to will myself into sleep. Long experience tells me that the effort is futile; I stare at the featureless grey ceiling, unblinking. It is becoming harder with every night to return to this empty room after an afternoon and evening of him. This room reminds me too much of my former existence, empty of everything but my hatred of Frieza, ruthlessly purged of anything that might pierce my armor – until him. He fills me, with fire and passion and feelings so foreign to my experience that I have no names for them.

      The sound of my breathing echoes from the walls; I am at the end of my patience. I fling off the blankets, pull on my clothes and armor, throw open the window. If I have his ki around me, I will be able to rest. And he hasn’t forbidden me from coming to him uncalled; it is my own assumption that has held me back. By this time, I am willing to believe he will not be angered.

      I leap out the window and into the night sky, tumbling a startled owl in my wake. His ki is lowered in sleep, but the route is so familiar now that I could find my way without it. A sliver of moon hangs over the horizon before me, suspended against the glitter of the galactic arm; below, trees ripple and flex in the wind. On a night like this, I can feel like the universe has something good to offer. Appropriate.

     I land lightly on his porch and open the door; it has no lock. Following Kakarott’s rules I undress, neatly setting my belongings on the shelf inside the entrance, before going further. Being naked has become easier for me; I still feel the terror of being vulnerable, though I know that Kakarott will keep me safe. His ki radiates through the walls like warmth from a fire. I walk through the living room to the door of his bedroom, and there I stop. I have not yet been allowed in this room or the room beside it; if I intrude I will certainly disturb him. I lie down against his threshold, resting my head on my forearm, and in moments I am drifting into sleep.

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     Goku blinked in the darkness; his ki sense had woken him, and he smiled as he recognized why. So, Vegeta had had enough lonely nights. Good; the next stage of his training was ready to proceed. Goku rolled out of bed and padded across to the door, then carefully, silently opened it. Just as he’d sensed, Vegeta was curled up on the floor just outside, naked despite looking slightly chilled. Goku grinned. He scooped the spare blanket from the foot of his bed and draped it over Vegeta’s form. In the morning … things would get interesting.

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     I wake in a fog of scent and warmth wrapped around me like a blanket – no, it is a blanket, soft and thick and infused with Kakarott’s smell. I dig my nose into it for more; in my half-sleeping state, a surge of unaccustomed gratitude fills me. A gift – no one has ever given me, not a tool, not a bribe, not a necessity, a gift. It is uncharacteristic of me to feel so touched over something so small, and all at once that thought irritates me. It irritates me that it is out of my character to be happy. Well, screw it. I don’t even know who I am without my walls of mental armor. This is my first gift ever, and I’ll be grateful for it if I want to.

      The door at my back swings open; Kakarott has gotten up. I roll over to look at him, purring so hard I can barely speak. He crouches down and cups a hand around my jaw. “Sleep well?”

      “Yes.” I press into his touch for a moment before he stands up.

      “Come on, I’ll get breakfast.” He steps into the kitchen; I carefully fold the blanket and lay it beside the door before I follow him. He has the griddle fired up and is assembling stacks of pancakes while the aroma of ham wafts out of the oven. I notice he’s half dressed already – but then getting splattered in a sensitive area is nobody’s idea of a good morning. He’s put two plates on the table, which means an informal meal; I pour a glass of fruit juice and sit down to observe his rippling back and shoulders. After several minutes of expert spatula-wielding, the pancakes are done and he sits down next to me. “Once you’re here full time, you’re going to have to help with the chores,” he says, as if there is no question that I will be moving in. Which there isn’t, really.

      “I understand. Though I haven’t lived planetside before.”

      “I’ll show you what to do.”

      After demolishing that huge breakfast he tells me to dress and meet him outside, where he’s set out an ax and block next to a pile of logs. “I have to go into town to pick up a few things,” he explains. “In the meantime you can chop this firewood, and when you’re done, take a flight around my land and get to know it. Here’s a map and a pen.” I tuck both into my armor (at least it’s still good for something). After a quick lesson in wood splitting, which is not very difficult, he flies off and leaves me to my own devices.

     The work is soothing; I’m no stranger to chores, a spaceship always needs maintenance, and the sheer repetitive motion calms me. The sounds and scents of forest swirl around me: the whistles of birds, insects buzzing, smells of fresh wood and earth and a thousand plants and animals. And the work is satisfying, too, in a way that takes me some thought to identify. Most of my life, all of my efforts have been towards destroying Frieza and avenging my people; when he fell to Kakarott, it left me without purpose and drifting. The last year I’ve spent sleeping, eating, training without direction. But now … now I have a new purpose to hold my attention. One for which I don’t need to shield myself from the world, or reject all possibility of pleasure for fear of where it will lead. Even such a small task as chopping wood takes on added weight with the thought that I’m doing it for Kakarott. And soon I’m left with a stack of split logs and the simple pride of a job well done.

      I take out the map and rise into the air, ready to do some exploring. I’m surprised at the size of Kakarott’s territory; according to the map it’s thirty kilometers on a side, over a thousand square kilometers all together. The entire lake in front of the house and part of another belong to him, and a small spur lane joins the next country highway on one side. Investigating here, I find the remains of an old wooden house which has not been occupied for many years. As I continue around the edge I see the boundary markers, carved stone blocks with Kakarott’s Earth name carved in them. I spiral inward, noting down whatever catches my eye or nose; a herd of deer, a row of beehives, a stand of chestnut trees, a small waterfall. There are also quite a lot of thorn bushes, which, when I mark their locations on a map, have been placed deliberately to block the most obvious routes into the range. In fact, the central clearing only has two land approaches, between the lake, cliff and raspberry patch. Security – the only practical way to get to the house is by air. Kakarott must have planned all this before the great battle.

      When Kakarott returns I am nose-down in his herb garden, trying to figure out which ones match the flavors in the food I’ve eaten. I sense his approach; before I can do more than straighten up, he lands right beside me and sweeps me into his grasp. He rumbles in my ear, “I brought lunch.”

      Of all the ways he could greet me, I wasn’t expecting that; I laugh. We sit down on a patch of grass and he opens a capsule, handing me a roast chicken. My stomach informs me how long it’s been since breakfast. “Go ahead,” he says, taking a bite out of his own chicken. With the amount of food that Kakarott eats, every meal looks like a feast; around us are a huge jar of dill pickles, two dozen ears of corn, a two-gallon tub of potato salad, and a rhubarb pie. And this is a light lunch for two. In between bites I show Kakarott the map with the notes I’ve made on it.

      “I see you found Grandpa’s old house,” he says, tapping the place of the fallen building.

      “Is that where you used to live? It looked small.”

      “I spent most of my time outside, same as now.” He points to another area, which I remember is rocky and torn up. “This is my usual training area …” He goes on to explain various features of his land, some that I noticed, and others that I missed completely. A simple conversation about simple things; a novelty. When all the food is eaten, he folds up the map and gives it back to me. “Go wash up and put away your clothes, then come to me.”

      “Right.” I see that he has a whole sack of capsules from his trip to civilization, and he hasn’t mentioned what’s in them. It probably has to do with the Plan.

      By the time I am clean and unclothed again, Kakarott is on the striped canvas sofa on the back porch. Naked. At once my skin heats and my tail fur bristles; I know what’s about to begin. I take my place at his feet, a purr already rising. For a long moment he studies me as his fingers stroke my hair. What does he see? In seven days, he has seen more of me than the men I spent most of my life with.

       “Sit on my knee, Vegeta.” I climb up and settle on his lap, and his arm curls around my back to support me. My tail loops around his ankle. His eyes reach out and capture mine. “I have a new rule for you, Vegeta. When I give you an instruction, you will acknowledge it. Have you got that?”

      “Yes.”

      “Yes, what?”

      Good question. There are any number of ways I could address him. Sir? Lord? Sensei? No. Both of us know that under my crusty exterior I have a soft, chewy submissive core, and at last I can take pride in it. And so I grant Kakarott the title that Frieza wanted and would never have gotten. “Yes, master.”

      He smiles broadly; I’ve pleased him. “Today I want you to pleasure yourself. Show me what you’ve learned.”

     “Yes, master.” Just saying it sends a shiver through me. I raise my hands to my shoulders; I know now where my sensitive spots are. The top of the collarbone, the groove under my ribs, the tiny nipples. The edges of my hipbones. The small of my back just above my tail, the backs of my knees, my inner thighs. By the time I have stroked them all, with him watching me, my breathing is ragged and my eyes glazed.

      Then I run my hands up my thighs to my entrance, slick and snug. The first contact sends a shock through me; I gasp. Imitating Kakarott’s actions, I tease the ring, circling and stroking until I can barely control my shudders. With a soft groan I thrust my fingers inside, and pause as the wave of pleasure rolls through me. Every time … Kami! I pump my fingers sharply into my body, driving myself ever closer to the edge. Kakarott devours me with his gaze. I can feel his shaft against my thigh, pulsing in time with my heartbeat. The sweet spot inside me is just within my reach – my fingers skim it and I almost fall off Kakarott’s lap. Again – and again – and then I howl as climax crashes down hard on me.

       As usual, coherence returns with Kakarott licking my juices from my skin. His purr rumbles like an earthquake.

       “Did I pass, Professor?”

       “Oh, yes. Very much.”

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Sub Pride *waves rainbow flag* Vegeta is a total bottom – Goku trained him that way. ^^

Goku and I both like food, can you tell? Raspberries FTW: food and home security!

Next chapter: Something a little different; we discover what Goku was buying in town.
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