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"Switch"	By : KillJoy2510 Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5755 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 6
- 7
Chapter specific warnings: More venting. Angst like nobody's business. Self-hatin' drama. Plot-explaining flashbacks. LEMON ALERT Vegeta/Goku. Super Saiyajin orgasms and a bit of fluff. THE FINAL CHAPTER!!!!

Chapter 7: Switch (part 2)

The exposure of this humiliating truth felt as raw as though Vegeta's flesh had been clawed open, driving his fight so that Goku was forced to stay on par and ascend. The light of the moon paled in comparison to the brilliance of their ki. Goku held back a growl as a kick to his spine allowed the prince to pin his arms.

"V-Vegeta--!!"

It seemed the prince was bent on making the intensity of his own pain match what he was dealing out to his fellow Saiyajin. Vegeta trapped him in a barrel roll aimed at the ground. Goku barely managed to break free and instantly transmit before they hit, Vegeta rolling to avoid taking too much damage upon impact.

Sea-green eyes narrowed at wary sky-blue.

“The fact that...”, Vegeta started again before cutting himself off, breathing hard and shaking from the rage and shame exploding through his aura, “...that you’ve seen me at my lowest, lower even than when I died...you know of what's been done to me and yet...you still want me...”

It was almost like a question and Goku merely continued to watch him, wanting to understand and ease the pain.

“How...”, Vegeta pressed, his voice abnormally soft though Goku could still feel that immense energy like electricity around them, “...how could you want something so pathetically shattered and...AND STAINED--”

The Earth Saiyajin shivered at the intense hostility in Vegeta's trembling voice as he realized it was directed towards the prince himself. Vegeta glared at his pitying look, then threw a series of fists at him. He was unfocused now, his blows blind and inaccurate but powerful in his rage. This anger was different than what usually fueled him in battle. There was another fight waging within the prince. He was pitting his usually unshakable pride against a mounting, long-buried agony. Goku could see Vegeta was losing.

“Why!?", Vegeta suddenly demanded, "Why do you want me?! Is it out of pity!? You think I’m easy!? That I’ll just let you?! Like I did with--with--”

Vegeta didn't need to finish the sentence and Goku didn't want him to. Another attack was imminent. Muscles tensed under the torn, skin-tight blue.

“I am a PRINCE! I am SAIYAJIN ROYALTY!!”, Vegeta screamed instead, swinging unsteadily at Goku as he dodged him, “AND I’VE BEEN TORN DOWN TO NOTHING!!!!”

Slumping suddenly, a shocked, lost expression on his face, Vegeta paused at what he had just said, letting out a soft, humorless laugh, "I...I'm nothing...prince...it's just...just words...it's all been taken away over and over and I was powerless to stop them...no matter how hard I tried...and you, Kakarrot..."

Vegeta seemed to stare right through him, "What could I give you that they haven't already torn from me...?"

Goku remained solemn. His brow hardened uncharacteristically but Vegeta didn’t notice as his self-torment rose his ki at a feverish spike.

“TELL ME!!! WHY WOULD YOU WANT SOMETHING SO BROKEN?!”

With one last, blind charge,Vegeta threw himself for an attack but was stopped by an explosion of golden energy. He gasped, shielding his eyes and barely able to see through his barred arms. Goku emerged from the unbearable brightness, his blond hair now past his waist as cold, blue eyes pierced through Vegeta’s awe. An adamantine grip seized gloved wrists, pinning them to his sides.

"Let go", Vegeta managed to say after the shock died down a little, though his eyes were still caught in that frozen, quietly angry gaze.

Nothing. If anything, Goku's grip tightened, harder now as Vegeta tried a sad struggle. Terrified but trying to hide it, he snarled as he jerked back and failed to suppress a soft cry as all it did was cause Goku to bring him closer to him.

"Vegeta. Look at me."

"To HELL with you, low-level!! Let me GO!!"

To his surprise, Goku all but shoved him away. Vegeta took a moment to gather himself up, brush off that always distasteful feeling of being restrained, his gloved hands hastily rubbing where Goku had gripped his arms. That done, he resumed his attack, ignoring that his fist had punched only open air and kicking back where Goku had rematerialized. Hitting nothing. He swore under his breath.

"Coward! Stop running!", Vegeta snarled.

"You'll lose", came a calm, quiet voice to his side.

Goku stared at him intently, as though thinking. Vegeta merely spat to the side and fell into a fighting stance.

"T'ch. Even if it were true, the prospect of beating your face in is well worth it."

The Earth Saiyajin threw him off with a slow smile.

He disappeared before the blast of ki could hit him. Vegeta cursed loudly now as he searched the skies, getting no sign of his rival's ki anywhere. Suddenly there was a tiny, almost invisible blip. Vegeta attacked, throwing himself just as Goku reappeared. With impossible fluidity, Goku moved out of his path.

"This is why, Vegeta."

Goku's kind grin did nothing to alleviate Vegeta's frustration. Drove it to frantic heights instead.

"What are you talking about--?!", Vegeta snapped as Goku disappeared from sight yet again.

"This is why I want you", an intimate voice, almost a whisper, said from behind him.

Vegeta spun around, emitting a wide arc of ki like a flaming blade, and then a roar of frustration as it flew uninterrupted into the night sky. A tiny voice, usually one ignored, reminded him that he had just wasted his energy in vain. Again. And that he needed to recover. Already, he was struggling to hold onto his Super Saiyajin form.

"Stop playing these games, Kakarrot!!!", Vegeta screamed into the dark, "FACE ME!!!"

"Do you know", Goku asked quietly, his voice almost thoughtful as it puffed gently against the back of Vegeta's neck, making the Saiyajin freeze against the sensation, "Do you have any idea how hard it is to stay ahead of you?"

Pride screamed in rage at the question and his elbow smashed satisfactorily into a gi-clad stomach. The grunt from this impudent low-class was received much the same as one would a beautiful piece of music but it was short-lived.

Goku appeared before him, eyes wincing a little as he held his stomach. But then he easily composed himself as though a bone-shattering blow hadn't just been delivered into his mid-section, and smiled at the flustered prince, "I think you misunderstand me, Vegeta."

"You don't need understanding. You need to remember your place!", Vegeta growled, fighting stance ever ready despite the desperate light starting to shine in his eyes.

He charged again, Goku avoiding him gracefully. Vegeta tried to recover but arms encircled him, crushed him around his waist and a hand suddenly grabbed hold of his golden spikes. Goku brought their faces together, his expression stern yet earnest. Repulsion and fear roared within the prince and then images were flashing before him, confusing, garbled at first.

"Let me explain. Or better, see it for yourself."

"Wha--"

The world disintegrated into a memory...//////

//Bleeding. Both of them nearly broken as that pink monstrosity wreaked havoc on the Earth. Vegeta's eyes wide and startled, his fingers barely able to clasp the earring on before the force pulled him towards Goku and their bodies met and melted together.

Goku came to, disoriented, and opened his mental eyes in a dark place. He was not allowed a moment before he was suddenly being ripped apart in the process of combining with his old adversary. Their minds were open to one another. He could sense Vegeta awakening to the same situation but the whirlwind of the Potara fusion overtook everything.

Memories lashed at him. Flashes of images, sounds buffeted him. Some he knew--he saw through Vegeta's eyes their first confrontation. Could feel the prince's curiosity, limitless pride, and excitement running through him as he watched himself staring up at the prince with determination.

Another scene grabbed him from amongst the others, one he didn't know. Surrounded by bodies that may have been from some kind of lizard-like race--he couldn't be too sure because the lot of them were so severely decimated or burned or both. Suddenly the vision blurred and he watched through Vegeta's half-lidded eyes as the ground moved swiftly towards him, Vegeta groaning weakly and his voice sounding so young and worn. Two small, gloved hands caught the fall against the ground, the usually white material blackened and soiled with a deep blue-color--the creatures' blood, he knew from Vegeta's memory. How young had Vegeta been when this memory was made? Goku was unable to discover this, as another image stole him away and held him. He realized what it was but couldn't look away.

An overwhelming sense of sadness suddenly took him over. As well as a resigned sort of anger, like a wild animal pulling against its chains despite the inevitable abuse it was made to endure. Emotional memory so strong that Goku felt it as though it were his own. Then the pain blossomed into an intensity that made him want to scream but all that came out was a growl held back with clenched teeth.

He shared the exhaustion of the event. And sitting before him was Ginyu, wounded, but he understood it was actually himself stuck in the captain's body staring in horror at what Vegeta was made to endure that day on Namek. Vegeta's view shifted against his will, hot fingers pulling and straightening his chin. With a shock, Goku saw his own face leering down at him, his cheeks flushed pink with pleasure that Ginyu was taking from Vegeta's weary body and mind.

The pure humiliation of this intimate exposure and the shame shattering through Vegeta made Goku want to crawl away into himself and never come out. But something wouldn't allow it. Something held back with increasingly splintering resolve the absolute need to cry for mercy.

Indomitable pride. Vegeta's home, his family, his life had been taken away and the prince held onto his pride ferociously. But even that was starting to wear. Goku could feel rage bubble through the memory at a whimper escaping Vegeta's lips. Vegeta was staring transfixed at the body thief wearing Goku's face, trying desperately to ditch reality. And if one could mentally blush, Goku did just that as he realized how Vegeta was doing it.

//It’s Kakarrot...I’m fucking Kakarrot and...and I want it...//

The words sounding like a rushed whisper in Vegeta's voice, desperation etched through the words.

//Kakarrot...//

His Saiyajin name echoed with an odd vibration as the memory thankfully disappeared into the mire. Now Goku was blasted with memories that they had made together--fights against and side-by-side each other. And through Vegeta's eyes, the simple frustration at being bested by a simple low-class clown took on more meaning.

The desperation was like a punishment each time Goku proved the victor in even a simple spar. With every deflected blow and anguished scream of defeat was Vegeta's failure to prove himself to that whom was supposed to be his subject. The feeling was so intense. Among it roared admiration of his fellow Saiyajin that had become more than the need for friendship as time had passed. Goku had proved himself to be strong, the protector of the weak. But Vegeta did not see himself as weak. Yet the evidence worked against him as almost every single time Vegeta had stupidly brought himself to the brink, Goku was there with a smile and outstretched hand to pull him back.

Despite Goku's alien nature--alien to the Saiyajin way of things--the prince had reluctantly depended on him. Vegeta drove himself mad that though he would run himself into the ground to prove to him that he did not need him, at the same time he seemed to need him so badly. It drove him near insane with sorrow that, therefore, he feared and believed Goku saw him as nothing. The despair was so severe Goku was nearly overwhelmed.

In this mindscape, the time was skewed. It felt as though he were tumbling through Vegeta's memories for hours but it could only have been a few moments. He began to melt away and merge with Vegeta's psyche as they became one person. Once they had separated into themselves again, the memories they shared had become muddled. But at times they would resurface in Goku's dreams, tugging at his heart insistently and interrupting his sleep at night with a burning need and the answer for relief would fade as he would become more awake.//

Another memory took place.

///He hit the ground hard. Every cell seemed to take the impact. Goku groaned raggedly, weakly turning his face into the floor, smothering himself in his own sweat and blood.

True to Bulma's word, she had amped up the training bots, her scientific mind mixed with the knowledge of the foes they had faced. That and a wicked imagination. She could be downright evil.

Fading in and out of consciousness, Goku wondered if his old friend had done this a bit too perfectly.

The good news was the bag of senzu, his salvation and, it seemed, only chance of survival, was a few steps away. The bad news was he believed his legs were out of commission right now. Couldn't even lift a finger. Or open his eyes. Not good.

The warrior's lips cracked a faded smile. He'd cheated death so many times. Wouldn't it be hilarious if the means to his final demise were at his own stupid hands. He sighed, breath hitching at the simple act of breathing. They could wish him back. Right?

...right?

Death was such a casual thing but there had to be limits...

Still. He was so, so tired. He felt his eyes roll slightly into his head. Felt his body sag a little too deeply. It was getting to be too much of a nuisance to take in a little bit of air. His mind flashed to the countless times he had lain broken at an enemy's feet. Who was there to mock and laugh at his defeat now? No one, aside from his own labored breathing. He swooned a little more, barely feeling the spasm as blood forced its way out of his devastated throat to spatter against the floor, his slacked lips...

...and a pair of pristine white boots.

Consciousness brought him back and his eyes cracked open to see a shadow standing over him.

"Idiot."

Vegeta knelt down, his head cocked in order for him to peer sternly at his old foe.

"Reached your limit, Kakarrot? Hn. I didn't think that was possible."

A gloved hand gripped his shoulder and Goku moaned at the sensation of his torn muscles being manipulated and pushed so he was made to face the ceiling of the Gravity Room. The prince stood over him. Goku could almost see the battered Saiyajin armor that he had worn during their first, epic battle with the way he crossed his arms and stared down at him. The only thing missing was the look of cocky victory that had twisted his then-evil ally's face. Now there was a sort of muted mischief in the black eyes and that ever-present smirk.

"H...hhuhhhlp", Goku managed.

Midnight eyes rolled sarcastically.

"Please. Don't beg. It's so unbecoming of you", Vegeta replied, looking back to where Goku's fingers were fluttering and eyeing the bag of senzu, "But I suppose..."

Taking his sweet time, he almost meandered to the bag, then made his way back to where Goku lay, idly toying with a bean as he sat cross-legged at his head.

"This is what you needed?", Vegeta drawled, a playful smile on his lips.

Goku answered with silence, more because he couldn't speak at that point.

"Oh, Kakarrot", Vegeta continued, leaning back and flipping the bean into the air and catching it, "You're lucky I still mean to defeat you. Otherwise, you'd be so fucked."

Goku's vision dimmed and more blood made its way to greet the world. Vegeta took a deep breath, sighed, and plucked the bean from the air once more, holding it tantalizingly in Goku's face.

"As would I be, I suppose", Vegeta mused, "You're the only thing that offers me some kind of entertainment around here."

With that, Goku felt feathery pressure against his lips as Vegeta pushed the bean into his mouth. Mild panic set in as he realized his jaw wouldn't even move to take it in. Vegeta merely rolled his eyes.

"As helpless as a pup", he said contemptuously before kneeling up, taking Goku's head in his lap. His fingertip brushed and pressed against Goku's parched lips. The bean fell into Goku's throat like a dead weight until Vegeta lifted his head up, noting with mild annoyance the blood now staining his gloves. Fingers lightly massaged Goku's throat until the bean made its way down.

Its mysterious healing powers done with their job, Goku coughed and stared gratefully up at Vegeta's bemused face. He smiled at him, his head still comfortably held in the prince's lap.

"Heh. Thanks, Veget--OW!"

The prince had stood, allowing Goku's head to hit the floor. Goku sat up, rubbing the back of his head with a hurt look on his face.

"T'ch. Don't mention it. Really. I think a part of me dies every time I spare your life."

With that, the prince made his way to the reinforced metal-alloid door, "Now quit hogging the Gravity Room. And don't clean up. I often find the scent of your blood a good motivator."

Sheepishly, Goku picked himself off the floor, Vegeta standing by the open door with good-natured contempt on his face.

"I dunno, Vegeta", Goku said as he passed him, "I kinda like what we have going on."

"And what, exactly, would that be?"

Goku smiled at him cheerfully, "This race. To stay on top. It's fun."

Vegeta's utterly blank, dead-stare managed to knock Goku down a few pegs, "Fun. Is that what you call it."

He stood in front of him, anger and annoyance glinting fiercely, "We'll see what you call it once I have my boot on your neck, idiot."

With that, the door slammed in Goku's face and the Earth Saiyajin smiled, "Exactly."

Goku gasped as the fantasy of rescue ended and he was back to reality--aching, throbbing reality. Vegeta was nowhere to be found. He was still bleeding steadily on the floor of the Gravity Room, alone. About to die by his own, foolish hand...

...but then...then HE would one-up him. Flash of a mocking smirk in Goku's pain-ridden mind. What if they wouldn't let him back? Dying in battle, fine. Self-sacrifice, okay. But training until it killed him? Hardly sounded like a noble cause to grant him life. Even after the battle with Cell he was denied re-entry.

And if he gave Vegeta the opportunity to surpass him, what else would keep him here? His insane drive to achieve super-Saiyajin status had been met long ago. Now, ascending was like breathing.

What if Vegeta stopped chasing him? The thought froze Goku's heart more than the increasing lack of blood was doing.

No, Goku said to himself firmly, willing his body to move. His muscles screamed sharply in protest but he ignored the pain, dragging himself to the small, brown bag. Each centimeter was like a mile. But the thought of Vegeta finally leaving him in the dust was like death itself. And not the kind you could get wished back from.

What if Vegeta lost interest?

He realized why he was running himself into the ground with his training. There was only one other person he knew who would do something so stupid like that--and had countless times.

His fingers closed resolutely around the bag, pulling it down and scattering beans everywhere. He managed to brush one into his mouth and start the arduous task of chewing, forcing the pieces down his throat.

With a sigh, he felt life surge back into him. Unsteadily, the bean still working on his extensive injuries, he stood, his mind going over what had been driving him to push himself to the point of death.

Vegeta. The thought of Vegeta moving on and finding something else to obsess over was like a shot to the gut.

This inexplicable feeling had grown, budding with that first awesome exchange of blows. Different from any opponent he had ever faced, perhaps because it had been such a one-sided battle, that introduction. Completely aware of his alien blood since the shock of meeting his brother, it was a different sort of fight because he had accepted he was different.

Since then, he could feel the stares of his loved ones upon them. The two aliens. The distance between himself and his wife had grown. Trying to turn his boys into humans--adamant to the point of hysteria at times that they be "normal". He had always found himself drawn more to the wild, the alternative, anything other than the norm and now even more so. Why he so quickly accepted the challenge of the fight, more tantalizing when it was off-planet--even better when it was off-dimension. And was often chastised for it. Settle down, they told him. Your family. Your life.

Yet, he couldn't.

And who was there to affirm him, accept and even angrily push him to brush off their attempts at taming him? Understand him and keep him doggedly pursing the impossibility of a limit?

If he lost him, what did he have left?///////

The night sky swam into focus as Vegeta came to, still locked in Goku's arms.

Although the truth was something Vegeta had tried not to consciously think about and pushed down with denial constantly, the proof was exposed for them both to see and deal with now. He couldn't look away, the same way Goku's gaze held him steady. The power staring him down was incomprehensible. Tugging uselessly, Vegeta’s already-draining power finally left him, leaving him gasping and weak, his attention snared by Goku in the third tier of the Saiyajin form. The light of his ki brought out the auburn hue in Vegeta’s spikes as he stared back helplessly.

“You are not broken. I couldn’t even begin to fathom the atrocities you’ve suffered through and yet the soul you believe you lost is still strong enough to have survived them all.”

Vegeta seemed to shrink away from his words. Their faces almost touched as Goku's voice softened and yet did not lose it’s dominance, his icy arctic eyes still narrowed and looking into Vegeta’s widened black ones.

“This is NOT pity. I know better than that. It is FACT.”

A shaky exhale at the words as though a restraint had been severed and Vegeta slumped over slightly in Goku’s hold.

“Let me go”, a whisper of a command, more like a request.

Instead, he was pressed against a chest, moaning weakly at the intimate lack of distance.

“No”, Goku replied, his eyes burning into him, "Stop running."

Lips brushed against Vegeta’s again, hot breath against his slightly parted mouth.

“I refuse to let you get between what we both want."

Vegeta's breath was stolen for the second time that night. His mind flashed automatically to its darkest moments as it always did in moments of intimacy--pain screaming through him as Goku’s face, cruel and controlled by Ginyu, sneered down at him as he lay exhausted and beaten. He stiffened, unable to restrain and moaning from the fear he felt.

Goku broke the kiss only slightly, noting Vegeta’s eyes cinched tightly and how he trembled terribly in his arms.

“It’s me, Vegeta”, he murmured against Vegeta’s lips. His prince’s eyes snapped open and he could see the wild fright in them. Running his fingers soothingly through dark spikes of hair, Goku tasted his lips gently again, “It’s not him. It’s me.”

Wide black eyes seemed to relax, searching his before closing lightly, a shaky sigh emitting as they leaned into each other.

//Kakarrot...it’s Kakarrot...//

Vegeta felt the hard ground beneath his back, Goku’s warm body pressing him into it and deepening the kiss. It was almost unbearable when Goku pulled away, leaning up and staring down into him silently, observing him as though waiting for permission. Shakily, Vegeta watched his own hand reach up and hesitantly brush the firmness of Goku’s cheek.

The younger one was at him again after that. Vegeta bit back moans and stiffly jerked each time teasing bites announced themselves along his neck, down the hard muscles of his abdomen, his shirt being pawed at and pulled until it finally made it’s way off. The air felt good but did not lessen the fever burning through him. Fear still held him back from the pleasure but that wall that had been put up all those years was breaking with each delicious nibble on his sensitive skin.

“NN--mmmmn...”

Lips curled mischievously as Vegeta’s breath hitched and a delicious whimper escaped, his prince expressing frustrated impatience as Goku stopped just above a growing bulge covered in constricting blue fabric. Brown eyes flashing to the face twisted in mounting desire above him, he nuzzled slightly against his handiwork with his mouth.

A gloved hand was suddenly pushed against his forehead, keeping him at bay. The other had its fingers buried in its owner’s black spikes and Goku could see the moonlight shining against gritted teeth and dampening skin. Vegeta’s eyes squeezed open and he returned the inquisitive gaze.

“Vegeta--”

“No. Stop.”

"What is it?", he asked gently after a pause, his concern battling his libido with some difficulty.

Suddenly, the ground was underneath him and Vegeta was staring down at him curiously. Hungrily. Behind him, the glow of the moon illuminated his outline. Words dissipated within Goku’s throat.

"You wanted to know...", Vegeta said quietly, "...what our first time should have been like."

Goku's eyes closed as fingers gently ran through his hair, then gasped as they clenched tightly and pulled, making his neck arch. A hot tongue lapped roughly against his tensing muscles followed by sharp teeth that grazed his skin.

“A-AH!”

"Let me show you", a heated whisper hissed against his skin.

What was left of his orange gi was gone in a loud rip. His blue shirt didn’t last long either. Goku looked into Vegeta’s face, blank now aside from unrestrained lust, then nearly screamed as the rough cloth of his prince’s gloves stroked the awakening nubs of flesh on his chest and then pinched hard enough to hurt but just enough to add more fuel to the fire. What followed was a hot tongue and sharp, cruel teeth--each pass of pain heightening the need within him.

Fingers snared his wrists, held them down on either side of his head. Goku suddenly felt the raw power withdraw in submission, the gold of his mane going black once more, as Vegeta would bite down hard enough to draw blood and roughly lapped at the ruby welling up in each tiny puncture mark. After a short convulsion of pleasure, Goku gave in to this wild display of desire he’d never seen before, staring up from half-lidded, smoky eyes.

Vegeta suddenly lifted off of him, his arms slack at his side as he observed the unsteady rise and fall of his mate’s chest. Could feel the desired effect hardening beneath him as he straddled Goku’s impatient hips. His hissed in pleasure as he brushed his knuckles against his own straining response. Goku’s eyes refocused and he leaned up to taste his elder’s slack lips but Vegeta stopped him immediately, shoving him back down.

Goku watched dazed as Vegeta took the tip of a gloved finger in his teeth, slowly sliding the glove off and letting it drop to the side with a quick shake of his head. The maddening arousal intensified as he then moistened two fingers with a snake-like tongue before lightly pressing them against Goku’s willing lips. Goku sucked on them greedily, his lover smiling slightly in approval of his eagerness and awarding him with another savage, bloody kiss. There was some shifting, more ripping of cloth, and Goku gasped as nails clawed down his thighs and deft but gentle fingers pressed firmly into him.

“AH!!”

Vegeta’s eyes flashed to his face, calming him with lips brushing against his temple, murmuring to him.

“I won’t let it hurt. Not this time, anyway.”

All uncertainty left at the expression of Vegeta’s face.

Prickling of sharp teeth trailed down his neck again, then captured the sensitive flesh of his nipple, making the Earth Saiyajin moan raggedly, enjoying the pain mixing with the pleasure as Vegeta worked steadily at preparing him.

Thoughts became a jumble of desire until it nearly overloaded his senses and he couldn’t take it, nonsense words that all but begged for it tumbling from his trembling lips, arching his back as Vegeta’s hard cock finally thrust against and into him slowly.

Both men moaned into each other’s mouths, Vegeta kneeling up between Goku’s legs and pushing his hips forward bit by bit, allowing his mate time to adjust. The muscles of Goku’s thighs strained open, then suddenly legs wrapped around the prince’s slim waist and trapped him, pulling him forward and deep.

Goku cried out, fingers cracking the ground as he clawed against it from the new, intense sensation. Vegeta growled, pulling back and sliding forward hesitantly to ensure Goku was ready before his primal instinct let loose.

The prince leaned back, pulling Goku with him, firmly gripping his waist and starting hard, sharp thrusts into him. His submissive moaned with each hit, planting his heels into the ground for leverage as he bucked against him, riding him, matching his speed. Their movement became frantic and needy as the pleasure built with the delicious, delirious pressure.

Vegeta could feel the movement of his hips becoming more and more involuntary, slipping his arms under his mate’s thighs and slamming into him roughly over and over. Goku went breathless for what seemed like an eternity before his entire body tightened and he cried out his lover’s name raggedly, his head snapping back with each thrust of his prince and his legs wrapping around him once more, trying as much as possible to quicken the pace even more so.

Short, breathy moans suddenly sounded from the Earth Saiyajin, ki sky-rocketing and lighting the sky as Goku’s black mane lightened once more. So close. Vegeta’s head lolled back, hips like a machine as his own energy matched up in a flash of gold, seeming to build up between his legs as he finally ground against his mate, growling as the orgasm hit them like an attack and left them both gasping and weak in its wake.

Spent, Vegeta fell back, his chest heaving as the feeling echoed through him, lying still as Goku wearily dropped his head onto his shoulder, possessively clinging to him.

After a moment, Vegeta sighed, sitting up on his elbows, “....fine.”

Goku blinked drowsily, looking up at his mate, “Uh... ‘fine’ what?”

He was observed carefully and coolly by his elder, “I think I get it. That you want me.”

“Heh”, Goku answered with a tired smile, “Was that all it took to get through to you?”

Vegeta was silent once more, then suddenly rolled atop his surprised mate with a rare, shy grin, “You do realize however...you’ll need to remind me. Reinforce this insane idea.”

“Of course”, his mate replied, “Stubborn as you are? This is something we’re gonna have to work on--NNN!!”

Nodding in agreement, Vegeta smiled serenely, watching as his fingers went back to work, “I am quite stubborn. This could take a while.”

Recovering and slightly panting, Goku sat up and seized his prize, glaring through his amusement, “Better get back to work then, huh?”

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END

A/N: YAY, I'M DONE!...if anyone's still following this ^^;; After everyone's comments and criticisms I realized I needed a better explanation as to why Goku pursues Vegeta...aside from the spandex and muscles and all. And also why Vegeta would even consider Goku after everything that happened. I must have come up with 3 or 4 different versions that did not satisfy me. Other than that, I blame life and my lazy ass for getting in the way of my writing once more. That and the other stories I'm working on. Some that I will definitely be posting, others I'm still not sure about -_-;; Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed a rare happy ending ^^;;
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