Past To future

(A/n: They are speaking in Saiyago, I just got tired of writing all that shit out, and I know you’ve gotten tired of reading it.)
Another update, by the way, I accedently chopped off the end of the last chapter, if you\'d like to go back and read it, its only a little...um...other than that? I don\'t own these characters, I don\'t own anything! That being said, ON WITH THE STORY!

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“Raditzu,” Vegeta whispered, feeling strong hands stroke up his bear back.

“What my Prince?”

“Kiss me?” He whispered, tears coming to his eyes.

“Your wish is my command. . .”Raditzu purred, his tongue lapping at flawless lips.

Letting Raditzu’s into his mouth, he timidly ran his hands over Raditzu’s back and over the strong man’s chest. This kiss wasn’t quite like the last one, it was slower, sweeter but still just as pleasing. Purring louder than ever, Vegeta found his tail waving behind him, filling the air with his aroused scent.

Pulling away from Vegeta, Raditzu’s eyes swept over the Prince’s body, “You’re so beautiful.” He whispered his hands coming up to whisper over Vegeta’s flushed cheeks. “Do you want this?”

Vegeta didn’t know what Raditzu was talking about, ~What does he mean, do I want this? Want what?~ Then he realized that the older Saiyan was asking for permission to have sex with him. Furiza . . .no one. . . Had ever asked him if he had wanted their filthy hands all over him.

“Y-yes,” Vegeta found himself saying, his cheeks burning in embarrassments. Laying back he spread his legs and turned his head, waiting for the customary pain to come. He would take it, because he cared very deeply about Raditzu and no matter what his friend said, Vegeta knew it hurt to mate.

“What are you doing?” Raditzu questioned, yanking the Prince back up into a sitting position. “You’re not a whore, you are not being raped. Don’t just lay yourself out before me like you are a peace of meat. . .” Raditzu sounded angry and Vegeta started to cry in frustration and anger, not understanding why the older Saiyan was angry with him.

“Then what do you want me to do?” Vegeta barked, trying to hide his face from Raditzu’s view.

“Look at me, that would be the first step,” Raditzu whispered, his hand cupping the Prince’s chin, turning the Prince’s face up towards his. “Next step, mating—Really mating, not that shit Furiza drilled into your head—Is about touching, tasting, feeling. It is about making the person you are with feel as good as you feel.”

“Raditzu. . . I. . .I can’t feel any more! I locked that away a long time ago.” Vegeta whispered, fresh tears streaking down his cheeks.

“Then I’ll just have to find the key to unlock that door,” Raditzu replied, capturing Vegeta’s lips again, his hands running down from the Prince’s handsome face. Finding the royal’s nipples he began to roll them, and pinch them to hardness.

When the Prince began to arch into his touch, Raditzu pulled away. “That feels good doesn’t it?” He whispered, his mouth dipping down to draw a hardened nub between sharp teeth.

“Gods yes,” Vegeta whimpered, his hands finding there way into Raditzu’s thick hair. When that skilled mouth left his chest and traveled back up he sighed in disappointment.

“See, you can still feel,” Raditzu said tenderly, kissing Vegeta’s forehead. Tweaking one of the Prince’s nipples he smirked at the helpless look of pleasure that washed over Vegeta’s face. “You can make me feel just as good. . . .” Taking Vegeta’s hands he put them over his own hard nipples. Slowly moving them in circles over his firm pectorals he groaned, licking his lips sensuously.

Vegeta shook away Raditzu’s hands and began to explore this pleasure spot on his own. Gently scraping his nails over them, he listened to the pleasured sighs of his friend. What an entertaining sport Vegeta had found, he would surly have to get rid of the annoying clothing covering his friend‘s chest. Smirking, he licked at one through the fabric, finding a shaking hand in his hair. Running his hand up Raditzu’s tight shirt, he explored soft skin.

“L-lets get rid of some of these clothes, shall we?” Raditzu panted, tugging gently at the Prince’s hair. Vegeta only chuckled and pushed Raditzu to the bed, the shirt being moved up and out of the way so Vegeta could lick and nip at a taunt stomach. “Ohhhhhh. . . .that’s nice.”

Smiling up at his friend, Vegeta licked his lips. Raditzu tasted divine, better than candy, he could have drowned in his friend’s taste. Pushing the shirt up further, he found one of Raditzu’s pert nipples, purring he suckled at it, nipping with his teeth.

“Gentle Vegeta,” Raditzu hissed when sharp teeth sank too hard into his flesh, “No biting.” The prince complied to his friend’s wishes, licking away the pain he had inflected on the innocent flesh below him.

Pausing, Vegeta sat up giving his lover ample time to pull off that annoying shirt. “Raditzu. . . Show me what else you know about mating.” Vegeta demanded, watching as tight shirt and tight pants were shed and tossed elsewhere in the room.

Grinning, Raditzu ran a hand over Vegeta’s firm thigh, drawing him close for a passionate kiss. Forcing the prince to lay on top of him, he ground his hips into the Prince’s. “Ah, that really feels nice, hmmm?” He whispered to his highly aroused friend.

Vegeta whimpered, his eyes closing against the pleasure, rocking his hips against Raditzu’s he sought that feeling again. “Y-yes, oh Raditzu, please don’t stop,” Vegeta groaned even as the source of his pleasure rolled them over and pined him to the bed.

“Oh don’t worry, I’m not stopping,” Raditzu purred, his lips sliding over a path of scars that lead south. Finding Vegeta’s arousal he gave it a soft lick, letting the Prince arch off of the bed in an attempt to thrust into his mouth. Chuckling he teased the erection before him with licks and kisses. He was going to show Vegeta just how good this could feel.

“Oh godzzzz,” Vegeta moaned, trembling under Raditzu’s skillful love. He could feel his muscles tightening , the pleasure growing to new levels. He didn’t know what else to do so he rocked his hips into the hot, slick mouth that was devouring him.

Chuckling, he slid away from Vegeta’s cock, nipping at milky white thighs. His hand slid over the weeping member and Vegeta shivered under him, groaning in want. He was driving Vegeta crazy, smirking he let his tongue wonder over one of the Prince’s balls. When strong hands began to tug at his hair, begging for him to return to pleasuring the Prince, he growled, sinking lower, running his tongue over the puckered opening he wanted to be plunging into right about now.

Vegeta froze, his hands tightening more than ever. “No,” Vegeta said in a frightened whisper.

Sitting up Raditzu was at once pulling the prince into his arms, stroking his hair and tail like he had when the teen was but a cub. “Shhhh, shhhh, Vegeta, its alright. . . .” Raditzu whispered, not sure what he had done to frighten the prince so bad, but knowing he was going to kill that fucking icejin for doing this to his beautiful prince.

“He used to do that,” Vegeta whispered in a shuddering voice, hands coming up to tangle into Raditzu’s hair. “He used to do that until I came then burned me with ki where ever I. . . I .. . .”

“Oh Vegeta, I am so sorry,” Raditzu said tears stinging his eyes again, damned he wished he could do something. He had been training like a mad man but he felt as if he were getting no where. Stroking the Prince’s back comfortingly he purred and played with Vegeta’s still swaying tail. He was so aroused that it hurt, but he would wait for his prince to tell him it was okay to continue if he wanted to continue at all.

“Don’t be sorry, it’s not your fault he’s a sick bastard,” Vegeta said after a while. Giving Raditzu a weak smile he nuzzled Raditzu’s throat, nipping at the flesh there, his hands coming down between them to slide over Raditzu’s neglected member. “This must hurt.”

Raditzu choked back a groan, his prince teasing him unmercifully with soft, gentle strokes. He was taken by surprise when Vegeta shifted and leaned down to lick at the tip of him, his hands fluttering over Raditzu’s shaking hips. “V-Vegetahhhhh. . . .” the needy groan escaped Raditzu’s lips showing the prince just how badly he needed this sensation. Vegeta began to purr, his mouth opening to let his lover in and Raditzu thrust to meet him.

He gagged but managed to swallow all of Raditzu’s impressive length, his hands holding Raditzu as still as he could. Twining his tongue around the older Saiyan’s length he began to suck and play with his lover, enjoying ever small sound Raditzu made.

~‘Oh godz, this has got to be the most tasty thing I have ever sucked on.’~ Vegeta thought to himself, purring and groaning when a hand found his tail. Reaching down to his aching cock he began to massage it in time with his sucking, wishing that Raditzu hadn’t stopped.

Raditzu sobbed something, sharp nails racking over Vegeta’s arched back. The hand on the Prince’s tail left and joined Vegeta’s hands. Pressing his sweaty cheek against Vegeta’s lower back he cried out, his body spasming.

A shaky hand continued to stroke him while he drank down the sweet cream that flowed into his mouth. He was so closer to his own release, letting Raditzu slip out of his mouth he whimpered, arching his back further, his face pressing against Raditzu’s thigh. When Raditzu pulled away from him and forced him to a sitting position once again, he nearly lost all control and pounced Raditzu.

“I want to taste you,” He whispered, his lips brushing over the Prince’s before slipping away to travel downwards again.

~Oh Gods Raditzu, do you know how sexy that sounded . . .~

“Vegeta?”

~Napa? I thought he was down in the training halls. . . .~

“VEGETA?”

~Fuck, he’s going to break my tail for messing around with his mate. . . Oh fuck but it feels so damned good!~

“HEY WAKE UP!”

The prince groaned, slowly opening his eyes to realize he was laying in his space pod, the com link crackling with static. He must have fallen asleep while he had been crying.

“Damn it Vegeta!” Napa’s voice growled.

“What?” Vegeta said crankily, adjusting the hard on in his tight training outfit. Why couldn’t the idiot let him get off at least?

“The bastards have captured him.” Ominous silence fell between them and Vegeta couldn’t help letting the tears come back. He had heard about some cultures who would capture and dissect alien races that came to their world. He had a horrible sinking feeling that this was one of those planets.

“It’ll be alright Napa, we’ll beat the shit out of a few disgusting looking aliens and get him back and then get back on track. Furiza might be interested that we found life in a sector our scans told us were lifeless. Hell, I‘m feeling good. Maybe we can stop and stretch or legs after fetching him. You two can fuck each other blind and I‘ll see what sorts of food this planet has.” Vegeta said, masking his sadness and envy masterfully with pompousness and pride.

“I hope you’re right Vegeta. . . “ Napa said, mostly worried for his friend’s sake, Furiza would more than likely take his anger out on Vegeta’s hide.

“I’m always right,” Vegeta growled, pulling the gloves off of his hands. Turning on the com link’s visual link he smirked at the surprised look on Napa’s face. “How much longer until we get to earth?”

Napa looked flustered while he fluttered about his control panel, he must have thought that Vegeta was pissed at him for waking him up. “Uh, the computers say you’re one day out. You will arrive tomorrow at twelve standard hours.”

“Good, don’t wake me up until then.” Vegeta barked, terminating the link he had held open for most of the trip. Punching a few buttons, the cabin lights fell and the air became cooler and damper in preparation for his sleep cycle. Looking down at the annoying bulge in his pants with slight annoyance he pondered what he should do about this situation.

Sighing he decided to just close his eyes and go back to sleep, it’d go away eventually. It wouldn’t be the first time that he ignored an erection, he never touched himself if Furiza got him into such a state. The pain he would experience latter would be nothing compared to the shame he would feel for getting off on the lizard’s tortures.

Yawning, he let his mind wonder back to the dream he had been having, his hand absentmindedly running over the aching bulge between his legs. Gods, it had been forever and a day since that had happened. Why was he thinking of it now? Purring in the small confines of his ship, he slipped a hand into his pants, running shaky fingers over his length.

“Raditzu. . . “ Vegeta whispered, remembering how the older man had purred and licked his lips after he had came. They had shared one hell of an interesting kiss, his senses picking up on the salty sweet flavor of his own ecstasy.

Raditzu’s tongue had been so devious, tangling with his in a heated war of dominancy. Little did he knew it was all a plot to get him aroused again. Raditzu’s hands had descended to his soft cock and had begun its shameful play.

Biting his lower lip, Vegeta pulled his pants down around his knees. He just couldn’t ignore his needs any more, wrapping a hand around his throbbing length he gave it a squeeze.

Laughing softly, Raditzu nibbled at the breathless Prince’s ear. “Look at you, so hard already, you must really want me hmmm?”

“You bastard, you know I can’t . . . “ Vegeta panted, clutching at Raditzu’s shoulders for support. He had been forced to stand at the foot of the older Saiyan’s bed, shivering and needy while Raditzu petted and stroked him.

Raditzu’s warm soft hands had slowly teased over his length, Vegeta would never forget that feeling, his skin still slick from saliva and come. Spitting into his hand he tried to recapture that wonderful feeling but falling miserably short.

“You can’t what?” Raditzu asked in a soft, serious voice. Nipping lovingly at Vegeta’s disheveled tail, “I’m no bastard. . . Vegetaaahhhh.”

“I’m not bonded to you, we can’t do this.” Vegeta panted, withdrawing from Raditzu, his hands trembling with the effort not to touch the sexy Saiyan before him.

“If we can’t do this. . . Then how could we suck each other off before? Are you worried about Napa? He knows, in fact. . . He wants to watch us, the hentai. If it weren‘t for the fact that he‘s busy, he‘d join us.” Raditzu said, taking one of Vegeta’s hands in his. Bringing it to his lips he licked and nipped at the delicate skin, his fingers kneading the palm and the tendons of the wrist.

“That feels good,” Vegeta said in a trembling voice, letting his eyes close. Feeling a hot tongue curl around his fingers he sighed coming closer to the other man, nuzzling his muscular neck. Raking his fangs over a tendon on the older man’s throat he groaned, a velvety tail curling around his arousal.

Vegeta sighed at the memory, he had never even speculated that the hands and wrists could be such a sensitive area. But Raditzu had told him that that was only because he was so feminine, just like him. Growling, Vegeta pinched at his nipples through the fabric of his shirt while he nipped and sucked at his own tail.

“I know it does, I love it when Napa does this to me. However. . .I don’t get this often, he doesn’t like it when I’m on top. He says I’m too gentle. Phe,” Raditzu said, blowing some hair out of his face. Smirking he let his tail unwind from around the Prince, using the furry appendage to draw Vegeta closer. Bringing Vegeta’s fingers into his mouth he sucked on them.

“Raditzu. . . “ Vegeta purred, licking at Raditzu’s neck, his other hand coming down to run over his friend’s neglected member.

Shivering, he let the fingers go, stopping to pull Vegeta’s hand off of him, “No, not now.” He whispered, laying back on the bed he spread his legs. His tail wrapped itself around Vegeta’s hand and brought it to his entrance, begging the Prince to pleasure him.

Panting harshly in the confines of his ship, he pumped his erection, pulling and stroking in time with old memories of sweet love. Raditzu had been so damned tight and hot, it hadn’t taken him long to come at all. “Gods Raditzu,” Vegeta groaned, reaching to the computer panel he slammed his fist on a button marked Bathroom.

“Ssss. . . .” Raditzu hissed, his hips arching off of the bed, his hands bruising Vegeta’s slender shoulders. He had never imagined that the teenaged prince would be so big, at least an inch longer than his mate was. “Vegeta . . . “

The Prince groaned, dragging Raditzu’s legs over his shoulders while he rotated his hips experimentally. He had to smirk at the look of ecstasy that filled Raditzu’s face; and he thought that finger fucking the wild Saiyan was fun. When a furry tail slapped him across the ass he whimpered, bucking his hips.

“AH,” Raditzu exhaled, arching off of the bed, sweat beginning to bead on his forehead.

“D-did I hurt you?” Vegeta asked, freezing in fear when he had heard his lover’s shout.

“Hell no, do that again!” Raditzu said, his eyes squeezing shut when a sharp sweet spike of pleasure washed though him again. Tangling his hands into his own hair he whimpered and keened, writhing below Vegeta. “Oh gods Vegeta!”

Growling, Vegeta grasped the older Saiyan’s hips slamming into him with greater and greater need, his face twisted with a hungry snarl. ”Raditzu. . .” The Prince had never imagined in his entire life that something could feel any where near this good, he could only imagine what Raditzu must have felt.

Vegeta bit his lower lip hard enough to draw blood, his lust clouded eyes watching the small tube that was being fed out by the ship. Grabbing it he stuck the end over his cock, switching another button he groaned at the suction that was applied by the waste expulsion system.

“I never knew this thing was a sex toy,” Vegeta groaned, running a hand through his tousled spikes. Lapping at the tip of his tail, he nipped at a sensitive spot, nearly shouting at the pleasure it brought. Rubbing the aching part of him that wasn’t covered by the tube he threw is head back, a choked scream escaping his lips.

His head lolled forward, exhaustion and satisfaction making him boneless. Groaning he watched the expulsion system get rid of his seed. Turning the system off, he pressed the button to retract the tubing. Smiling slightly he wondered what Raditzu would have thought of this? His masturbating over him, the long haired Saiyan would probably get big headed and boast to his Mate.

Using an old training uniform that was folded up at his feet, he cleaned up the rest of the mess, pulling his pants back up. Yawning, he smirked, maybe when they rescue Raditzu they will find that the large Saiyan’s pod is broken beyond repair. Someone would have to house the other Saiyan in theirs. And since Vegeta had the most room left over in his pod, it would be him. Chuckling, he wondered if they had enough room in here to play around.