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Title: True Love

Author: Megan, AKA yaoi_lover_15

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ, unfortunately, so don't sue me. You wouldn't get much anyway.

Rating: NC-17. In my
opinion this story and all of the rest of my stories are NC-17.

Content: EXTRA, EXTRA, READ ALL ABOUT IT! THIS FIC CONTAINS YAOI OR IN LAMENENCE TERMS
HOMOSEXUALITY (GUY/GUY SEX!). IF YOU
PEOPLE HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THAT THEN DON'T READ IT!

Coupling: Goku/Vegeta

A/N: This is my very first
yaoi but I've received really good complim on on my boy/girl lemons. Many have said I can be really...'creative'
when it comes to things like sex and well...yeah, you know. I'm eventually going to have a sequel to
"True Love". If you bounce
from yaoi to plane lemon, like me, then please check out my other story
"Monkey Business". It's a
Pan/Vegeta fic. I have a huge
infatuation for the dark prince, Vegeta, so expect most, or all, of my stories
that have to do with DBZ to involve the Saiyan prince. If I happen to get a few things wrong feel
free to tell me in a review. Like I
said this is my first yaoi but I've read a lot of others' yaois for examples
and whatnot. Enjoy and PLEASE review.
^^;

True Love

By: yaoi_lover_15

How many people can say that they had found the love of their
life? Their soul mate? Their reason for living? Not very many, although there are people who
waste their entire lives away in search for their true love. Myself...well, I guess you could say my true
love found me.

I truly had never set out to find my true love and my first mate
had, in a way, kind of forced me into loving her. Nevertheless, I ended up loving her in the end. That is, until her untimely demise. I had mourned her death for what felt like
forever, and until her death I had never realized how much she meant to
me. Or how much being loved meant to
me.

My story takes place just after my first love's departure and just
before I found my true love...Vegeta.

Goku's POV

Two weeks after my Chi-Chi's death:

"Kakarotto, how long do you plan on weeping over that shrieking
harridan's death? You are supposed to
be sparring with me." Vegeta ordered of me, yet I gave him no response,
simply sighed heavily and continued to mope.
"Baka." Came a harsh cursem thm the proud prince, the
statement a whisper under his breath.

I ignored the statement and continued to stare out onto the lake
only a few minutes walk away from my disserted, empty, lonely, barren
home. I sighed again as I thought about
the emptiness of the little home. Both
Gohan and Goten had left, both old enough to fend for themselves and leaving me
feeling abandoned. The home was
stripped of all items that would remind me of my poor Chi-Chi. All of the spices she used to season her
delicious, practically gourmet, cooking were set, gently, into boxes, the boxes
scattered about the kitchen, making the empty place not as empty as it
seemed. Her clothes were folded by Bra
and placed into similar boxes as the ones in the kitchen, the task too much for
me to bare without breaking down into a ball of shivering, trembling
tears. Beautiful pictures of my beloved
smiling and happy were stripped from the walls on which they hung, them being
the first to be stored away. The
memories of where and when the pictures were took too painful to be reminded
of.

Without her, things were so messed up. I hardly exercised or trained, I rarely ate and, when I did,
noting ever tasted good. The world
seemed to be too cold or too hot when I set foot outside of the house. The only reason I was outside in the first
place was because of Vegeta. I didn't
want him in my house, mocking me about my weak nature and driving the point
further by, possibly, kicking some of my Chi-Chi's belonging boxes around. Everywhere I went things just weren't as
vibrant, weren't as beautiful, weren't as warm and enticing. It was as if a hazy veil of depression and
darkness was blanketing my senses and making everything warped and mutated.

I sighed again, tears welling up in my eyes. 'No!' I would not cry in front of
Vegeta! I simply couldn't! I wouldn't be able to take his chiding words
or his rude, belittling comments.
'NO!' But the tears wouldn't
listen. A moment later my body started
to shake with barley-contained sobs. My
head drooped until it was placed atop of my curled up knees in a defeated
manner. And, I realized that, in a way,
I had been defeated. In a way I had
lost. Part of me was missing without
Chi-Chi and without that part I couldn't function properly; I couldn't raise my
strength, my speed, my stamina to their maximum. I simply couldn't! It
seemed that without Chi-Chi I was missing an arm or a leg. I knew of one thing that I was missing...my
heart.

"Chi-Chi..."

Vegeta's POV

The baka wasn't responding to my taunting, he wasn't doing
anything. He merely sat up against a
tree, back hunched over in unknowing and silent defeat. Yes, Kakarotto was defeated and for some
reason I wasn't leaping for joy. I
should be ecstatic, I should be overwhelmed with supreme joy and excitement
that now I was the stronger and that Kakarotto was defeated, and so miserably I
might add. "MS Mincho"'>I looked on as he sighed again, obviously thinking about the woman
who had just passed on. His woman. My own woman had passed on, actually, not
too long before Kakarotto's did. I
shivered slightly at the remembered day that I had found my mate's dead body
sprawled out on her bed in her lab.

She was always in that confounded place, tinkering away with her
useless gadgets and tools. Her father
had informed me that her demise was due to an overexposure of this strange gas
called carbon monoxide. He said that
she had been working on an engine in one of the hover cars and she had left the
contraption on while she was working.
She had claimed that she needed to leave it on to know what wrongrong
with it.

Kamiw I w I mourning for her death. Kakarotto had actually attempted to console me, had actually
succeeded in doing so. He had come to
the funeral, had walked in on me when I was balling my eyes out. Kami, that was so fucking embarrassing! I had felt so ashamed of myself, yet that
shame had banished in an explosion of rage when Kakarotto had dared to assume
that I wanted his comfort. He refusto lto leave me alone and let go of me when I struggled fruitlessly against his
strong yet tender embrace. He refused
to let me go and the shear gall the baka had to do that stunned me. In the end I had given up and succumbed to
the gentle warmth of Kakarotto's embrace.
I had actually leaned into the warmth, given myself over to the tender
man for a brief moment. And in that
moment he could have defeated me. After
he had left the room, some way satisfied that he had made me feel better, I
suddenly felt even more alone then I had originally.

A subconscious shudder raked through my body at the remembered warmth
of the man. He had been so warm back
then, his air had some kind of gold aura wrapped around him, but now that aura
was dimming. The warmth in his eyes had
vanished only to be filled with a bleakness that made my entire being
quake. I watched in a state of anxiety
as his cheeks reddened and his head fell atop his knees, his body trembling
with sobs a moment later.
'Kakarotto...'

What happened next I could never, in a million years,
explain. My hand rose of its own
accord, leaving the usual fold of my arms incomplete. The appendage trembled slightly as the rest of my body leaned
forward with the movement, a moment later my fingers brushed through the baka's
hair, gently caressing the surprisingly soft strands of sable. The crown I was caressing rose up a minute
later, dark tear filled eyes meeting my own, questioning softly. I drew back slightly from those penetrating
eyes, the depths of the emotions threatening wallwallow me whole. Such emotion, such pain practically bleeding
through those eyes. Never had I seen
such pain in anyone before...

"Kakarotto..."

Goku's POV

"Vegeta...?" I breathed, feeling the prince's hand slid
from the top of my head to my cheek, gently cupping it a moment later. "What are you doing?" I asked
curiously, looking into his eyes for any sigh of emotion; his countenance held
none whatsoever.

I never drew back from his touch, though. The hand cupping my cheek seemed to actually
have the opposite affect on me. Instead
of repelling away from it, I was drawn to it.
I found myself pressing my cheek further into his palm, nuzzling the
appendage softly. My tears seemed to
die away with Vegeta's touch. I had
never felt so safe and at ease before.

The prince kneeled, bending down until he sat on his
haunches. His thumb caressed my
cheekbone and his eyes bore into mine.
The shear strength of the emotion within those ebony orbs stunned
me. I saw no mockery, no taunting, no
hate, anger, rage...all I saw was understanding, longing...love? Yes...there was love, love buried deeply
within those fiery voids of darkness.

"Kakarotto..." He repeated, the word sighed
reverently. "How much longer do
you plan on mourning you first love?" He asked, the question spoken softly
and beseechingly, as though the answer really mattered to him.

The hand caressing my cheek slid to seize hold of my chin. Vegeta leaned forward again, his other hand
propped up against the trunk of the tree that I was leaning against to give him
balance.

"Why does it matter, Vegeta?" I questioned, the prince's
face continuing to lean in until he was only a breath away from my own.

I felt myself shiver under Vegeta's penetrating eyes and a spark
of desire lit within the depths of my soul.
I didn't understand what was happening to me. It was as if I was missing something that Vegeta could replace or
fill in, but Vegeta could never replace Chi-Chi.yes"> I wouldn't think so. He
was probably feeling something akin to hate or loathing somewhere deep inside
himself for touching me in this manner.
He could never feel the same way I do about him at the time, it was just
not very likely. But...in his eyes...I
saw nothing but understanding. He
definitely felt the same way I did.

He was so torn when Bulma died.
I remember walking in on him weeping for his love. I don't know what compelled me to do what I
did but I just felt a need to comfort the poor prince. I had wrapped my arms around him without a
second thought, although that probably wasn't a good idea considering the
bruises I received from his beating against my chest.

But...why was I feeling the same emotion to hold the man like the
time before. And, Kami, why was I
hesitating to do so? He was offering me
his comfort, a shoulder to cry on, and I was hesitating? Kami, Chi-Chi's death really must have
knocked me for a loop. But in time I
didn't have to hesitate, I didn't even have to move. Vegeta wrapped me securely in his arms himself.

Vegeta's POV

He was so lost; I could tell he had no idea what to do. I couldn't blame him; I was acting nowhere
near my usual self. Me actually
attempting to consol him must have been a really foreign experience. I decided to make the baka's decision for
him, pulling him into my arms without a second though, receiving no resistance
in the other man's part. On the
contrary, I found myself falling onto the ground when his head burrowed softly
into my should, his own arms looping under my own, fingers clenching almost
desperately to the back of my shirt. I
had lost my balance when the other an'an's weight came forward into my own,
making me fall back onto my back, the body atop my own lightly quaking with
sobs. I let him cry, not daring to move
him. In fact, I felt quite comfortable
in that position. The larger Saiyan's
body blanketed my own with his splendidly warm heat.

My own fingers clenched to the back of Kakarotto's gi, clinging to
him tightly, adoring the warmth of his body atop my own. I tilted my head until my nose was buried in
the soft, short strands of hair at the back of his neck, breathing in his musky
scent a moment later. I felt his
reaction, a shudder. In a matter of
seconds I found myself staring into those once bleak and emotionless eyes as if
caught in the headlights of an oncoming vehicle. Those eyes were delicately stained with tears, pure, raw emotion,
bleeding like a heart w fro from the windows of his soul.

"Vegeta...?" My named was strummed delicately against my
own ears, the infliction almost desperate.

I lifted one hand away from his back to sweep gently over the
planes of his face. I had no idea what
I was doing, I just felt compelled to touch this man, to hoim aim and caress
his aching, grieving soul...to make that bright vibrant soul mine. My fingertips traveled to his petal soft
lips, eyes following the movement as I circled those full scrumptious looking
lips.

Goku's POV

"Vegeta...?" I repeated, yet the only answer I received
was the gentle caress of his fingers against my features.

Did he really want what I did?
Did he really want me to hold him?
'Oh, Kami, if he does please give me a sign!' My eyes locked with his own until his faltered, falling instead
to look, almost longingly at my lips. I
looked on, shivering slightly as the prince's fingers tickled my lips with that
excruciatingly gentle touch. He licked
his lips. 'Kami!' I shivered, my eyelids closing at the sweet
taunting torture of the act. 'Please,
don't hit me after I do this.'< sty style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I leaned
forward, Vegeta's fingers slipping away from my lips. I hovered over him silently, waiting for a well voiced, 'What the
fuck are you doing!?', from the proud prince, yet I received none. What I did receive was a soft pressure
against my own lip, a gentle caressing motion following the light
pressure. Vegeta was kissing me... 'I must be in heaven.' I kissed back, pushing the prince's head
down to the ground his body still reclined on.

I absently felt the hand on my back lift to my head, strong
fingers burring into my hair as the hand reached it, the other hand following
the same movement as the first. The
fingers clenched tightly into my hair, almost to the point of pain and I froze,
fearing the prince would pull me away by the sensitive strands of my hair. But none such thing occurred. In fact, I felt his tongue tickling the
closed line of my lips a second later.
'Vegeta...'

I gave in all at once. My
lips parted smoothly, welcoming the invader to do what ever he pleased with
me. My body melded into Vegeta's own
and his tongue slid through my lips to deftly stroke and tease me. The level of experience the other Saiyan
used was astounding. That warm, wet,
divine tongue of his grazing over my lips, sliding across my teeth, teasing the
roof of my mouth, and winding about my own tongue to engage in a more intense
battle, one of dominance.

I fought back fiercely, passionately, battling with the prince of
Saiyans in a sensual spar of smooth lips, talented tongues and wily teeth. I broke away from the delectable bounds,
panting for breath and feeling the impression of the prince's lips on my own.

Vegeta's POV

Kakarotto broke the feverish kiss, panting softly against my
lips. Kami, what was I doing? I was allowing this man to touch me in this
manner, to hold me...to kiss me!?
Yet...I didn't care. The other
Saiyan's body pressed atop of my own, his lips devouring mine with a hungry,
passionate fever; it felt too good, too delicious, to give it away, to make it
go away.

I lifted my head up from the ground and nipped playfully at the other
Saiyan's lips. 'Delicious...' He tasted absolutely scrumptious. I dragged my tongue over his lips, eagerly
seeking to get a better taste of his divine flesh, earnestly yearning to
consume his wondrous skin and sweet scent.

That scent... That rich,
heady, musky scent that was leaking out of every pore of the other man's
body. It smelt too damn good to
resist. I found my lips trailing down
to his ear to nip and nibble at the soft lob, breathing deeply of his arousing
scent and feeling the body above my own tremble.

"Kakarotto..." I breathed into his ear, the response
being the soft nuzzle of his lips against the crook of my neck. 'That's right...give in...lose
yourself. I'll do anything to help you,
Kakarotto. To make you happy
again.' I brought my lips down to the
crook of Kakarotto's neck and nuzzled it just as fiercely as he was doing my
own. My teeth grazed worshipfully over
the smooth flesh. 'I would even bond
with you...' My lips traveled dohe
he
baka's corded neck until they reached the juncture were neck ended and shoulder
began. 'Kakarotto...' I bit down into the tough, yet yielding
flesh of the body above my own, moaning softly as his sweet Saiyan blood flowed
over my tongue. I felt Kakarotto
stiffen, each muscle growing taught. I
marveled at the feet, the man's body pressing more firmly into my own with his
solid weight.

The blood of the other Saiyan washed over my taste buds like a
potent aphrodisiac, heightening the pleasurable sensations I was feeling,
making them double tenfold. 'So
sweet...so delectable...' Pure
blood... Pure Saiyan blood...from the
last Saiyan warrior besides myself...MY warrior. A perfect match if I do say so myself. 'Kakarotto...you are mine...
Please, make me yours...' I
relinquished the other Saiyan's shoulder and arched up into his embrace, yet
what happened next I would of never suspected.

He pulled away...lifting himself off of my body and into a sitting
position. Without the weight of the
other man atop my body I felt unbearably cold and somewhat disserted. The baka's eyes refused to meet my own, yet
the feeling of enjoyment in his eyes and the tinting of his flesh, a delicate
pink, betrayed the reason as to why he left my embrace.

"I-I'm sorry, Vegeta...
I-I didn't mean anything by spanspan style="mso-spacerun: yes">
If you want to yell at me or punch me I understand. I-I'm really very sorry."

"Sorry...?" I breathed, watching the man flinch away
from me as I rose up to a sitting position.
"Sorry?! SORRY!" I
screamed, enraged at the man, enraged that he would think me to be
struggling. But what made him think
that I was trying to escape?

I watched as tears filled his emotional eyes, the liquid crystals
threatening to escape the stubborn prison of Kakarotto's long lashes. His hand lifted to cover the wound on his
shoulder I suI suddenly understood. The
baka thought that I was struggling when I had bitten him. Oh, how wrong he was. 'Kakarotto...'

"I'm reasorrsorry, Vegeta..." He breathed and rose to a
standing position, not daring to look at me.

I followed the motion quickly, moving to stand as well. "Kakarotto..." I breathed, the
statement a silent plea for the man's emotional, tear filled, gaze. I received it a moment later.

I felt my heart constrict with the emotions flowing through the
man's eyes. Loss, fear, abandonment,
sympathy, empathy, he was apologizing to me without words. 'But, Kakarotto...' I wasn't mad or angry with him, not at all. In fact, I found myself yearning for his
touch, for his strong embrace.

Goku's POV

"I am so sorry, Vegeta." I apologized mournfully again,
the tears finally spilling down my cheeks no matter how hard I fought to keep
them in. 'Forgive me...my prince.' I
begged wordlessly.

The prince's countenance was as unfathomable as always and I
shuddered under that penetrating stare.
How could I possibly think that Vegeta would want me in that
manner? The wound on my shoulder
throbbed ceaselessly, tauntingly. I
attempted to sooth the throbbing with my hand, massaging it lightly until the
pain dulled. How could he possibly want
me like that...?

My gaze fell from that of the prince's. Out of the corner of my eye I saw his gaze still attempting to
search my own, but I would not allow it.
I wouldn't be able to take the humiliation if the prince discovered that
I felt for him that way. My form turned
around to start heading back to my house and leave the prince alone to loath,
hate and despise me in privacy. I took
two steeps forward, but no sooner did I begin to take the third step I felt a
form tackle me to the ground from behind.
I flipped onto my back only to be met with the prince's penetrating
stare again as he straddled my waste.
His eyes held desperation as they search my own feverishly for
something. Then his eyes locked keenly
with my own, an emotion that I had never before seen in the depths of the
prince's black voids blossoming through them a moment later. Then his head dropped until his lips fell
onto my own with a loud smack.

I gasped, feeling an electric tremor bolt through my body as
Vegeta's tongue thrust through my parted lips to deftly stroke and tease. Utter shock robbed me of all emotions and
motion. I simply lay there, Vegeta's
body pressed firmly atop mine and his tongue winding about my own in a
tormenting way, attempting to get me to respond to his mind-numbing kiss. But when I began to play back, nervously,
the prince pulled away.
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"I don't want you to think that I'm taking advantage of you
Kakarotto." He breathed in a husky manner, his eyes leaving mine to dance
down my neck to the wound on my shoulder.

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"MS Mincho"'>

I blushed lightly at his words and the hungry look he was giving
my shoulder. In a way, that look he
gave me made me feel naked and I tried desperately to cove the wound, yet when
I did I was meat with a threatening growl from the prince on top of me. My eyes dashed to his in shock at his
reaction and I was met with a playful smirk adorning the prince's full and
scrumptious lips.

"Vegeta...?" I breathed in a quesing ing manner as his
hips slid down on my body until he was straddling my own hips instead of my
waist. A moment later Vegeta ground his
hips against mine, fire sparking in my loins as he rocked his hips forward and
moaned tauntingly.

My head fell back to the ground slowly, a pleasure filled moan
escaping my lips as my own hips picked up the prince's sway. What was he doing to me? I had never felt this way before with
Chi-Chi. That realization stung
slightly but it died away as Vegeta leaned forward, lips grazing softly against
the bared skin of my throat. I moaned
absently as the prince gently suckled my Adam's apple. Whatever the hell he was doing to me it was
making me feel really, really good!

The gentle rocking of our hips picked up speed and more
strength. I found myself rubbing up
against Vegeta in such a fierce and demanding way it stole his breath away
within a deep groan. I took this sudden
opportunity to roll and secure Vegeta on his back, me being on top, of
course. I looked on with acute
satisfaction as the prince gawked at my sudden dominating terms. He attempted to work his way back on top yet
I would never give him the chance, distracting him or making his attempts
falter as I put more force into the grind of our hips and growled lustfully.

Vegeta's POV

The baka had actually taken control of the situation. That fact alone surprised me to no end, yet
I would never admit such a thing aloud.
The rocking of our hips was arousing me to no end; I knew Kakarotto felt
the same as me. His hardening length
was pressing against my right thigh with each thrust of those magnificently
talented hips of his.

A feral moan was torn through my throat as the baka lifted up my
shirt and rubbed his thumbs over my nipples in a way that made my body sing
with ecstasy. I absently felt myself
start to wither under his weight and expert touch. A moment later I could feel an insistent pressure attempting to
raise my blue tank top over my head and I moved with the pressure, gratified to
have the flimsy barrier off of my skin and out of my goal, that being fevered
flesh upon fevered flesh.

I opened my eyes as the teasing and talented fingers on my chest
lifted and left me groaning with protest.
I watched Kakarotto's hands travel to his gi shirts and slowly lift them
up over his head one by one. I moaned
softly as his hip continued to rock against my own, never once losing the
beet. I shivered slightly as the Saiyan
took off the deep blue weight vest, his own hands caressing his flesh as his
skin was bared to me inch by glorious inch.
I admired the act, the strip tease making my body hunger for him to do
the same with me. I smirked up at him
as he discarded the shirt, some where in the vicinity of the other one. His eyes locked with my fiery gaze, a miscous ous
glimmer flashing across his emotional ebony orbs.

He leaned forward his eyes never daring to leave my own. I looked on with acute satisfaction as his
hands grazed down my sides, making me tremble, and his teeth bit down, gently,
on one of my nipples, sending a bolt of pleasure down my spine, and making my
back arch wildly. An absent purr found
its way out of my throat as the Saiyan went to work on my other side.

Goku's POV

It was as if a blanket of pleasure was covering my senses,
replacing the bleak veil of depression with its warm and agonizingly
pleasurable sensations. I grazed my
hands down Vegeta's sides until I reached the deep blue elastic of his spandex
pants. I stopped the rocking of our
hips abruptly, the prince's hips continuing the motion alone until he realized
that I had stopped. I smirked up at him
from his chest and started to tug down the offending cloth. In return, Vegeta bolted into action,
wrenching the starch white gloves he wore, almost religiously, off of his
hands. I absently felt the prince's
feet lock behind my back, small feet battling ferociously to get the gold
tipped boots off.

I traveled the rest of the way down Vegeta's body, pressing
butterfly-light kisses over small patches of flesh that were reviled to me as I
pulled down the annoying spandex pants.
I pressed soft kisses against the bones in the prince's pelvis that
jutted out. Avoiding his apparent
erection, I trailed down one burley thigh, licking and kissing and nipping as I
went.

Through the cloud of lust and need blanketing my senses I managed
to hear the body below mine moan and whimper with his own, almost overwhelming,
need. I tossed my head back, traveling
north, back up his body, and looked down at Vegeta. His eyes were closed, his cheeks flushed delicately with color,
his unfathomable mask was removed and replaced by one of sheer delight, his
chest rose and fell with his ragged breathing, and somewhere in the back of my
mind I notice I was breathing just as raggedly. His body was trembling with pleasure and blanketed with a light
sheen of sweat, almost making the prince glow.

Despite the fact that I had never been with a man I had a pretty
good idea of how we could pleasure each other, and it didn't seem like Vegeta
was going to be moving any time soon so I decided to start things off.

I leaned forward and kissed his lips gently, grazing my tongue
over the soft petals a moment later. I
heard the prince moan softly and I lifted my head up to look down at him. I ran my
tongue from base to tip and closed my lips over the head as I reached it,
swirling my tongue over the tip in an excruciatingly sensual manner. In the back of my head I heard the prince's
feral moans and cries of enjoyment and I smirked against his flesh. His hips struggled ceaselessly to escape my
grasp and instinctually thrust upward into my mouth, yet I gave the prince no
leverage and continued to swirl my tongue, staying in total control over how
much of him I took into my mouth.

Vegeta's POV

The baka was teasing me, making me beg and whimper for the
pleasure he was bestowing on me in such an agonizingly slow manner. 'Baka...you've already defeated me in
battle, do you have to defeat me in this too?!' Yet I knew that this wasn't defeat, not by any means was this
sweet torture defeat.
"Kakarotto...please..." I gasped as he took just a little bit
more of me into his warm
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