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The Burning Leftovers of Temporary Madness	By : KahlanN Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2168 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: The Burning Leftovers of Temporary Madness

Chapter Number: 9

Author: Kahlan Nightwing

Pairing: Pi/V

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Angst, character death, yaoi

Disclaimer: Dragonball Z is the sole property of Akira Toriyama and all parties therein. I do not claim to own Dragonball, Z, GT or any of its characters. I am making no money from this story.

Summary: It's been 25 years since Vegeta left Earth, leaving behind a grown son and a lot of pain. Now an evil is threatening Earth and he is called to duty. But why did he leave, and what will he find when he gets back?

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Chapter 9

�Where the hell have you guys been? You told us nightfall and we were just about to send someone out and��

�Breathe, boy, we�re fine. We�re here now. Anybody find anything?� I brush past him to the house and hear him sniff the air suddenly. He sneezes and I turn my head toward him. �Allergies, boy?�

He rubs his nose ruefully with one hand. �Must be. We were waiting until you got here to tell anything.�

I nod and he turns to follow me, Piccolo behind him. Before I can even open up the door, it is opened for me, and I stare right into the eyes of a worried Gorika. She blinks at my expression, one of disdain, and frowns lightly. I watch in something like mortification as her nostrils flare and she takes in my scent involuntarily.

Her eyes widen comically and she�s suddenly scrambling back to let me through as I�m moving as if I�m going to just plow right through her. I turn my head to watch her as I pass and let a smirk slide onto my face. Oh, she knows what she smells. Sex and a Namek. Hm, might make an interesting Earth song.

She makes a small noise as I enter the house and am past her, and I glance at her out of the corner of my eye to see her giving Piccolo the same look she had me. Her face goes totally slack then and I wonder if she�s thinking� I stop in the living room, just inside it actually, and look toward the couch, where he is.

Trunks walks past me, his nose twitching sporadically. The Namek stops beside me and I lean over in an aside. �Let�s stay away from him. The half-breeds are scenting us and he�ll know.�

He smirks slightly. �She already knows it seems. Did you have to do that?�

I lean back a bit and smirk. �Do what?� This is said in normal tones, which means the Namek can�t answer me. He leans back himself as the attention of the room is turned towards us. The attention of everyone except him. He just stares straight ahead, a look on his face that is wholly bland, as if he doesn�t want to be here.

�Find anything?�

My voice cuts through the silence that reigns the room, but still doesn�t seem to reach the only other full-blooded Saiyan in the room. I can hear them answering me, but all I see is him.

I hate him. I loath him. In the end, it will be me who�s hands will be stained with his blood. I will crush him beneath me. Make him feel my�

Watch him, my Prince. He is the last of us. Bring him back from wherever he has ventured.

I let out a loud and vivid curse that stops all conversation in the room. Not even sparing the others in the room a glance, I stalk to the kitchen. I need a drink. I need space. I need to be away from him before I�

�Are you okay?�

I turn with a snarl, seeing his spawn in front of me. She jumps back a bit at my vehemence and I calm as the clear scent of fear reaches me. Good, she�s at least smarter than him.

She�s hers too.

�She can�t help what she is. You should judge her on who she is.�

I turn quickly from her and wrench open the door to the fridge, grabbing what I want. It�s something clear in a bottle. It has a weird name I�m not even going to try to pronounce, but one sniff of its contents tells me it�s what I want.

She speaks to me again after I�ve taken a long drink from the alcoholic beverage. �Can I have one?�

I grunt, moving away from the fridge door and allowing her to squeeze in and get herself the same. I close the door shut and move toward the table, taking another long drink as I sit. I notice her taking calmer sips of hers.

�He was upset that you guys wouldn�t tell him where Gohan saw it at.�

I grit my teeth, the words of two men echoing in my head and keeping me from spitting out callous words of rejection. �Was he? Wonder how Gohan felt when he wasn�t around? Can you imagine it,� I prop my feet up on a chair opposite me and lean back, drinking as I speak, �dying and your own father not even being there? Happened to me. Of course, mine was already dead.�

Gorika shakes her head minutely, leaning back against the counter and seeming more at ease since I�m speaking calmly and not just lashing out. �I don�t understand why he did what he did, but surely he has a reason. I know he didn�t like doing it.�

I nod, as if I�m actually taking everything she says into account. Whatever. �Did he give you no reason?�

She glances up at me quickly, and I have to work to keep from narrowing my eyes. �He hinted at things, but never said anything for certain. He didn�t want to talk about it.�

�And did you ever try to get him to come back�to help find out what was happening?�

She shakes her head slowly. �No. It was probably why he let me stay with him.� She frowns slightly, looking off to the side. I perk up. �Were you and�Piccolo�?�

I�m suddenly right next to her and she jumps, standing absolutely still as I lean in to her ear. �Naughty girl.� I feel her shiver as my breath hits her ear softly. �Whatever would your father say?�

Just as suddenly as I was there, I�m gone, back into the living room. I�ve probably left her extremely frustrated and not a little miffed. I meet the Namek�s eyes from across the room and smirk at him, for him. He hesitates a bit before smirking back. His eyes travel down to the quarter-full bottle I still hold, and he meets my eyes with panicked ones. I chuckle. This should be interesting.

�So, find anything?�

Everyone�s eyes snap to me and all conversation dies. Finally, Trunks speaks up, looking nervous. �Uh, dad? Where�d you find that?� He motions to the bottle in my hand and I smirk at him.

�Fridge. Why? Aren�t I old enough?� I chuckle; then wave my hand in their general direction. �Find anything?� My question�s a bit forceful this time, and I�m quickly answered. I might want to hold alcohol more often. Seems I get served better.

�No, not really. You guys?� Goten looks pointedly at Piccolo. Well, fine! See if I tell them anything�not that I�ve anything to tell them�.

�Nothing. Um, Vegeta? You tired?�

I glare at him. What does he mean�? �What do you mean? You weren�t that go��

�Oh yes! You�re very tired!� I find myself being ushered out of the room before I can protest and literally carted to the hallway where my room is. He stops me and I glare up at him ineffectually. So, alcohol means better service at a cost of less intimidation.

�Which one?�

I turn back to blink at the three doors before us, all the same and nondescript. �One of these,� I say helpfully, my arm indicating each with a wide sweep that almost knocks into the man still holding me by my elbow.

Noticing this, I quickly thrust away from him, banging my shoulder into a door. I turn the knob and stumble in, luckily catching myself on the doorframe.

I turn and open the door the rest of the way for the Namek. �Almost fell.� I wave him inside with a hand. �This is it.�

He eyes me with doubt and I frown, about to repeat myself in a louder tone, but he quickly steps in. I keep my frown in place, closing and locking the door behind me. I turn, smirking suggestively. �You�re tired too, Namek?�

He rolls his eyes and plucks the nearly empty bottle from my hands. �If you ever touch this stuff again, I�ll��

��punish me?� I�m pressing into him, my hands fluttering over his body so suddenly that he sucks in a breath. �Promise?�

He grits his teeth and glowers at me ineffectually. I�ve got the reins now. �We can�t here. You didn�t want them to know.�

I take the bottle back from his hand and place it down on the table next to us, feeling the need to steady it several times before going back to exploring the man�s chest with my hands. �I said if it didn�t come up�.� My hands quickly trail across his cock, making it start. �Oops, came up.�

�Vegeta�.� The sound of my name on his lips�partly aggravated and partly tortured�. Dende, I love being evil!

�Yes-s?�

He pulls away from me quickly, grabbing my hands and placing them above my head. �No.�

My eyes widen in mock shock. �No? No, you don�t want me to touch you, or no, you want to do it this way?� I coyly squirm in his grip, letting him know I�m more turned on by the prospect of this than the other.

He colors, and once again, it is� �That is so cute.�

He growls low in his throat, turning and swinging me into my bed so I bounce a couple times before settling. I let out an �oof� and immediately sit back up. He is on me faster than I can move, pinning me back into the bed beneath him.

�Is this the only way to get you to shut up and stay still?�

I look up at him with wide eyes before pushing myself up, lips meeting his cooler ones and pulling them into me, nibbling on a full lower lip until his midsection moves against mine in sudden discomfort. I moan into the kiss as his erection brushes mine, making fire shoot up my spine.

He lets go of my lips and I rise to take them again only to be shoved none-too-gently down. �You�re drunk.�

�So? That didn�t stop you last time. Won�t stop you now. Just�� I grab his hips suddenly and thrust his cloth-covered cock down where mine is, rubbing us together vigorously. He hisses in a breath and I chuckle through my own pleasure, reaching up again to capture lips and tongue this time.

When I draw his tongue into my mouth and suck on it as he had my dick, he relaxes against me, the full weight of his body pinning me down. It would have made it harder to thrust us together, but he joins me in that motion, the friction causing both of us to groan out the other�s name.

He breaks off suddenly, jumping up as if I�m fire. I feel like fire. I lay there in shock for a few moments before jumping up myself and�

He�s gone. I look around frantically, curses that will bring the whole house to my room on my lips. They die when I see the open window, curtains billowing inward in the breeze.

Oh, he wants to hunt? A tongue darts out to wet my lips in anticipation. I�m in the mood for a hunt tonight. Something�it�s like I�m on overdrive. Note to self: don�t tease a drunken Saiyan.

I make my way to the window, setting my hands on the sill and pushing myself outward. I drop for a second before remembering I have to fly to keep from hitting the ground. Saiyan Prince go splat!

I giggle despite myself and continue to fly away from the house. Sniffing, I quickly catch his scent and head toward it, following it until it trails into a wooded area. I land, as the scent has done the same�he has done the same, and walk on foot through the woods, not noting the trees or any sense of direction. Instead, it�s his scent that�s at the forefront of my thoughts. He left me hanging, literally. He�ll pay for it too.

The air is knocked from my lungs as a form suddenly tackles me from the side, bringing me down beneath it with a low chuckle. I growl in frustration and move against the body, only pausing when I feel something hard buck back down into me. Piccolo groans and lowers his head to nibble on my ear. I oblige his ministrations by turning my head to the side, giving him access.

He stops then and I can hear the frown in his voice. �You�re not going to sleep are you?�

I sputter, having to spit dirt and leaves out my mouth before I can answer. �I�m warm�comfortable�have my own servant. Why not?� I�m smirking widely as he flips me over, a look of indignation on his face. I can�t believe�

�I can�t believe I took you seriously.� He finishes my sentence with a groan.

The groan reminds me of unfinished business and I press up into him, wriggling my arms to free them of his grip. �You do know I was supposed to catch you, right?�

He smirks down at me; momentarily squeezing the hold he has on me to let me know there is no escape. �Who says?�

Glaring up at him, I frown with no real heat. Well, except for that heat. �Saiyan mating ritual, fool. I hunt you. I catch you. I claim you.�

He grins at me, shoving me further into the dirt with a simple press of hips on hips. We both muffle groans as erections briefly meet. �You�ve got it backwards. I hunted you, I caught you�.�

I raise a brow, feeling the buzz drown out what could have well been nervousness. �And?�

�And?� He sounds confused, rising up slightly to look at me with wide eyes. I frown, about to snarl out some sardonic comment when he grins at me. �Oh! You mean this?�

I do not even have time to curse myself as a finger suddenly enters me. My eyes widen and something like a yelp comes out of my mouth as I both arch and move away from the intrusion. Was I so drunk I didn�t feel my pants sliding off? Why was I not paying attention to�?

The other hand moves from holding me still to running lightly through my hair. My eyes snap open, and I had not even realized they were closed. Black eyes meet black�

I�ve heard that beings with black eyes spend their whole lives looking for their soul mate. Where did I hear that from?

I cry out as he brushes something inside me, and I�m suddenly pressing down onto the finger, wanting that feeling again. Surely, nothing feels better than that. The finger leaves me and I almost give out a disappointed noise but that two fingers replace it.

It hurts. Burns as he forces them past a ring of muscle and wiggles them inside me. I want them out of me, but I remember that pleasure too. I want that.

I give out a moan of half-pain, half-frustration, and the Namek mumbles something and glances around him. What is he looking for? Shouldn�t he be paying attention to�?

I hear something dimly, a tear. Again the fingers leave me and I push down, head coming up to curse at him.

My head drops back down as the fingers return. They literally slide inside me, and that feels much better. It�s still uncomfortable, but it�s bearable now. I can actually almost understand what he is mumbling to me now.

He brushes that place and I again cry out, pushing down as he thrusts up with the fingers. He�s doing something with the other hand, but he suddenly scissors the fingers inside me, making me wince and try to move away. He mumbles something again, head lowered next to my ear, hand back up to soothing my hair, coming down to play along my brow. His head lowers and takes me in a crushing kiss, stealing all my breath as he brushes that spot and removes the fingers.

I moan into his mouth, pressing up into� Oh, he�s going to do that!

The hand in my hair keeps me pressed into his lips as he tries to distract me even as his cock presses into my opening. If the fingers hurt�

But his cock is cool, slick if perhaps a bit sticky, and I ponder that for one insane moment before he thrusts gently past the ring of muscle and inside. He lets me up for air then, just in time for a gasp of inhaled air that would have been a cry had I had the breath.

He stills inside me and I glance up to see his face contorted. Oh yes, that must feel very nice�tight�warm. I groan and make a motion with my hips toward him, watching as he sucks in a breath. The pain has quickly passed and I want him to�

This time I scream as he moves, immediately brushing that place inside me that sends sparks shooting up my spine straight into my brain and back down to my cock, which literally seems to want to jump off me. Pre-come is gathering on my stomach and I watch, fascinated, as he leans down, thrusting in again, and licks it off.

His mouth, so close to my cock with promise, and the continual pleasure from his cock in me makes me throw my head back, arching up as far as I can, and shriek into the night wilderness as I let go.

I feel him do the same as my muscles clench spasmodically around him, crying just as loud if not louder; his come spreading in me with liquid warmth. He immediately crashes down on top of me, driving out a grunt from my gut. We both lay there, panting and quite satisfied, for several minutes. It may have even been an hour for all I care at the moment.

Rocks and pinecones and other forest things are making their presence known to my backside however, and I groan and try to heave the other off me. And that would work if I had the strength to get some leverage under me.

Piccolo obviously does, as he rolls over off me to the side, staring up at the foliage above us with quite the smile on his face. �Damn yeah.�

I chuckle quietly and roll over so I�m half on him, feeling my pants still around my knees with something like annoyance. �Home. Bed.�

He turns his head to look at me as I cradle my own head on his chest. �Eloquent.�

�Tired.� The slightly grouchy tone confirms this as I struggle to sit up. He chuckles and follows me, having just as much trouble.

We end up having to hold each other upright as we stumble through the sky toward my room. I barely notice us land through the window. All I know is warmth and calm darkness.

<* �*�*>

�Okay, I don�t remember ordering slobber on this morning�s menu, Vegeta.�

It�s not the best way to wake up in the morning, to a deep voice grumbling in your ear with a decidedly humorous tone. One of my eyes opens to view a green face smirking right into me. I growl and bare my teeth, noting that his comment refers to the wet spot on his purple outfit where my head had been laying. He�s managed to shove me off him so I can view it. Smartass.

I push outwards with my arms, trying to get him to move enough so I can sit up. He obliges silently, a strange smile on his face, as if he knows something�

�Damn!� As I rise and blood begins to flow correctly, what he knew is made evident. My hands rise to try and shield my eyes from suddenly bright light. So this is a hangover. Good morning to you too.

I hear a chuckle and can�t help but agree with the Namek. �If I ever drink again, kill me.�

I can�t see his face, but there is an obvious grin in his voice. �I thought you wanted me to punish you.�

I slide one hand down to wince and glare at him. �Ha ha.�

He chuckles again and rises. �I�m going out the window and knocking on the front door. That way everyone will think I left out your window. Which I did.�

I blink my one eye at him and throw my legs over the side of the bed. �Too complicated. Wait till after my shower and then try explaining that again.�

He rolls his eyes overdramatically. �Going bye-bye out the window. I�ll see you in a few minutes. Got it?�

I snort and stand carefully, my head pounding so intently that my knees actually feel weak. �Shit.�

I feel Piccolo close in by my left side, but I�m concentrating on not only forcing the pain away but keeping what little I�ve eaten. I�m glad I skipped lunch and dinner with the family. It�d be on the floor by now.

I jump, hands flying from my face, as cool hands touch each side of my temple, then I simply melt back into a muscled chest as waves of that same coolness engulf me. It goes straight from my head, caresses it briefly yet potently, and echoes through my whole body.

He removes his hands and steps back and I almost fall backwards. I quickly catch myself, turning to glare at him while managing to look curious at the same time. He merely raises a brow and turns, leaving me with questions. Such as, why did I do what I did last night?

And what the hell did he stick up my ass to lube with?

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