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A Matter of Family	By : Spacefille Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2390 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"A Matter of Family"
Date: Began Nov. 2002, finished April 2003

Author's Notes:

1. This fic presents yet another "theory" on Saiyan
mating, (as compared to my other fic "Vegeta's New
Tactic".)

2. This is written in first person present tense, partly as a
challenge to myself to see if I could write like that. I like the
personal touch the tense and person gives the story.

3. Elements of this story are a lot like my fic "Moon
Madness", which was horrible imho and will never be posted
again. (Luckily this fic is much better). Further credit for the
inspiration behind the Goku/Vegeta encounter in here goes to
Lethargic NoMakai's fic entitled "Scorched Latex". No
offense is intended. If inspiration has come from any other
source I can't tell you... I've now read so many fics that
they've all seemed to mesh together in my mind. *grins
sheepishly*

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in the following work of fiction. I am not making any money off of this fic.

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Well now that that's done... onto the fic!

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A MATTER OF FAMILY
I know I will loose. I've been foreordained to loose ever
since this whole entire charade began. However as long as I can
keep him on my trail… and away from my *house*… dawn
will come. Then it will be all over…
I ignore my rapidly beating heart, pumping hot blood
throughout my system. I barely notice the trees and the hills as
I fly high above them. All I am aware of is that overly eager
presence, two steps behind me and barely out of sight.
He hasn’t used that damned teleportation skill of his to
catch up with me. Yet. I know the moment will come… the
moment where he will lose complete control and became the twisted
monster he had only so recently shown to me.
A monster I know has always existed inside of him, deep down.
I duck towards the trees, weaving about, never slowing or
stopping. I know that if I do, my resistance will be over. If I
stop, even because of pure exhaustion, it will be considered a
defeat.
Sweat rolls off of my skin, glistening in the meager
starlight. It pools in my eyes and in my pounding ears. I ignore
it. It is dried quickly in the ki that shimmers about me and
gives fuel to my flight.
I will have to rest soon. I realize this dully as I notice my
trembling limbs that shake with the effort of exertion and pure
exhaustion. How long has it been already? Two… maybe three
hours?
Has it really been that long since I spoke to her?
My 13 year old daughter. Bra. She had been edgy lately, her
face drawn taunt as she stalked about the house… almost as
if she were looking for something she couldn’t find. I could
smell the scent she was giving off… and knew what it was.
Lucky for me she hadn’t left the house at night since it
began… what? A week ago?
It feels like forever.
Tonight however, tonight was different. Tonight she had wanted
out of the house. It was an innocent endeavor; some of her human
friends were having a party. She wanted to go. I wouldn’t
let her. Surprisingly she had fought back against me, both
verbally and physically, coiling about me like an animal and
hissing her displeasure as only a Saiyan can. I hit her.
Impassively and not nearly hard enough to actually hurt her. But
I still hit her and it shocked her out of her behavior. I
remember distinctly the hurt in her wide blue eyes as she stared
up at “her daddy&#. I . I had never hit her before. Then the
tears came.
I don’t care. The heat and the fear for her safety have
made me hard-hearted. She is not to leave the house. She will
obey me. Enraged she had stormed to her room, slammed the door
shut, and locked it.
I have never been more relieved to have her angry with me, as
she was, I could tell. Usually I would have been upset at this
fact. Not tonight.
Tonight I have more important things to worry about. Knowing
that sulking on her behalf would take the rest of the night
behind a closed door takes a huge weight off of my shoulders.
Checking her room one last time to make sure it’s locked, I
left the house.
As they say, let the games begin.
The landscape below became slightly familiar to my again, and
I curse mentally to myself. I have made a round. A complete
circumference of the Earth. It is dark again. Despite my achingly
sore limbs I swerve south, leading the presence following me
*away* from the city. I am not going near there, not even to fly
high above it. It’s too dangerous.
Several miles later I have to stop. I don’t think I have
an ounce of energy left. I swear softly as I land, glancing about
at the thickly forested area I am in. I’m still much too
close to the city for comfort...
I grimace as I hear him land somewhere behind me. He cuts off
any exits I may have had just by standing there.

Time to face him then. I straighten and turn, giving him a
searing look. “What are you doing here Kakarrot?” I
snap authoritatively at his shadowed figure.
He steps out of the shadows and into the starlight. For a
moment there is a confused look on his face as he looks at me,
and I wonder vaguely if I have to repeat myself.
Apparently not. He smiles. “I don’t know!” He
says cheerfully. A hand creeps up to scratch the back of his head
in a characteristically dumb gesture.
I snort softly as I eye him. I know he is lying. He lies a
lot... and I always find it irritating that he spends so much
time pretending to be a complete idiot. Though, I suppose he
can’t very well tell me the truth... which would probably be
something to the effect of ‘I’m out here because of an
uncontrollable urge to fuck you Vegeta. Sorry.’ Yeah...
probably not.
He really does look confused though; in his happy go lucky
way, for a moment or so anyway. He’s never given any
indication of remembering the last few nights... in fact last
night when I snarled at him about the previous encounters, he had
been genuinely surprised. “I did Vegeta?” He had asked
me, his eyes wide. Of course he could have been lying then too,
but I haven’t really been giving him any reason to remember.
And he will not remember. If he hasn’t this far, he
isn’t going to start.
But that doesn’t much help me with the situation at hand.
Oh, here we are. The confused look is replaced. Sudden
understanding floods his eyes, coupled with something very deadly
that I’ve seen WAY too often recently. His brows fly
together, and his mouth curls up into a smirk. He lowers his
chin. And opens that mouth to utter one word.
“Vegeta.” It rolls off his tongue like poisoned silk
and wraps about my trembling (damnit!) body.
It’s over. I’m out of the fight before the first
punch can be exchanged. Didn’t take me long now did it?
Don’t get me wrong. The first time I did fight him... and
nearly to the death at that. My death. The second time I fought
as well as the third. But by now I know it is useless. My
shoulders slump ever so slightly and I shiver in the starlight,
barely able to catch the whimper that wants to escape my throat.
In an instant he is at my back, his hands on my shoulders.
I jerk away with a grunt of disgust and a huffed
“Don’t touch me!”
It is pointless. He merely breathes my name again, and spins
me around. He pulls me up against him. A mouth touches against my
jaw, and then his tongue darts out, tracing a wet course up my
cheek. I shudder, repulsed. “Submit.” He whispers at
me, smiling as he pulls away and licks his lips. The look in his
eyes is unexplainable. Dark and animalistic.
“Let me go, stupid.” I reply in a hiss. I lash out
at him, attempting to embed my knee in his gut, but he is faster.
He catches my knee and spins me around. In an instant I am laying
out on my front, face first to the ground. I gasp as a dead
weight falls on me from behind, crushing me into place.
This is the point where I loose control. I can take everything
else, right up to this point and everything else after, but
this...
This is difficult to accept. Despite myself and the fact that
I know it will only make the situation worse, I struggle against
him briefly. My fight is over the moment after I ascend to Super
Saiyan. He powers up quickly to match me and over comes anything
my abused body can reach. I pause... then power down again.
That makes him happy. He makes a soothing purring sound in the
back of his throat as he powers down as well. Again, this
cat-like noise is something that he hasn’t done before this
last week and the sound is soft and consoling in my ear. I sigh
and try to relax somewhat, my face screwed up into a terrible
grimace as he divests my clothes from my body with swift hands.
Ugh. Touching. Hate touching. Hate being touched.
I make a face and bury my head against the side of my arm. I
force my mind to go elsewhere to get it off of whatever it is
that Kakarrot is doing to me... it is hard. I think about my
daughter. Briefly. At least I know that she’s okay. I try,
once again, to remember how long exactly Nappa said this’d
last. A week? Two weeks? A month? Of course this is in the late
Planet Vegeta time, whose days had been shorter then Earth days.
So... a month of Planet Vegeta time would equal...
It’s no use. Somewhere in the back of my mind I register
the sound of *his* clothes being removed. I cringe and almost
desperately search for another subject to think about.
Anything...
Ah. I wonder where Trunks is. I expand my senses, but for some
reason I can’t “sense” him at Capsule Corp. or
anywhere else for that matter. He must be suppressing his ki.
Maybe he’s hunting someone else right now... I smile
slightly despite the position I’m in. This would make it
allll worth it if he has decided to find Kakarrot’s brat and
dominate him as well. Then I shake my head slightly. I can’t
think things like that. Though I may pretend that I don’t
really give a flying anything about what happens to
Kakarrot’s kid, I partly raised both of those boys. And I
know that it would be hard on Trunks. The two boys have been
friends for all of their lives. With being raised by humans,
something like this would be a devastating blow to their
friendship...
A sharp pain rudely brings me back to the here and now. I
grate out a cry of pain and rage and buck against Kakarrot,
tensing and struggling despite myself. In an instant he manovers
me into a position with my forehead pressed up against the
ground. One steel-strong arm loops around my shoulders and his
mouth presses again my ear. “Shhhh, Vegeta.” He murmurs
softly. “Shh...” His breath is warm and liquid against
my skin and I flinch... then shudder as his unoccupied hand
creeps beneath me, touching me. “It’s okay...”
No it’s not. It’s nothing but okay. However there
isn’t anything I can do to snap him out of this or save
myself. Finally I give up, letting my defeat be known in an
agonized scream that rends the night.
Tonight’s "games" end a bit quicker than the
previous times, a fact that I am glad for. It is less then a half
an hour later and I roll the unconscious form off of mine with a
small snort of disgust. For a long moment I stare up at the
moonless sky, then wearily turn my head to inspect my nemesis. He
is blissfully asleep, his mouth slightly open as he breathes in
and out. Despite the fact that I’m trying my best not to
breathe too deeply, I inhale his scent. It has changed again, of
course, as it does every night after he has sated himself. I feel
incredibly weary as I force myself to sit up. Slowly I reach down
and adjust my torn clothes, replacing what I can. When I finish
that I reach out clean him with quick efficient fingers, wiping
them off on the grass. Then I grasp his pants, tugging them back
into place.
He will not remember. My lip curls as I think of it. Tomorrow
he will wake up, figure he was out here sparing or something to
that effect, and go home and spend a joyful day playing in the
woods or something equally inane, and tomorrow evening...
tomorrow evening it will start all over again. Or maybe it
won’t... maybe this will finally end. I can only hope.
Using more energy than even I think I have left, I get to my
feet. A couple of moments later I take to the air, flying at an
unsteady pace towards home. I need a shower. And a bed...
I never make it. Or rather, I make it most of the way there,
but then I begin to see spots. Figuring that it will just be
safer if I land and find a place to rest before sun up, I do just
that.
The clearing I land in is small and long. I settle against a
tree around the center of it, and sit cross-legged at the base. I
can no longer keep my eyes open...
~
“Vegeta...”
I jerk out of my doze, fear coursing through me. Night terrors
clash against my thoughts, distorting my rational thinking. I had
only landed a couple of minutes before and had just dozed off,
had he awoken and found me all ready?
No... it wasn’t him. I stare at Son Gohan’s face
blankly for a moment or so until the danger I am in registers.
I am on my feet and across the clearing in an instant.
“Stay back!” I hiss at him forcefully.
Amazingly enough he does. There is an odd look on his face as
he gazes at me however, one that makes my skin crawl with
distinct discomfort. 'Shit,' I think to myself. Even I'm a good
distance from the eldest Son, I still catch a whiff of his scent.
I know what he wants, and I don't have the energy left to fight.
I honestly don’t think my body can take another...
My thoughts stop abruptly as Gohan surprises me.
“Why?” He asks, confusion evident on his face. There
is something else there as well... a look that is... perplexing.
Almost... empathic?
I stare at him. Maybe I scented him wrong. I sniff the air.
Nope, I got the scent right... but there is an element to it I
hadn’t noticed before. It seems to be very tightly
controlled.
“Why Vegeta?” He repeats, walking towards me with
his hand outstretched. His eyes, which always seem to be a little
too happy and cheerful, even as an adult, are now filled with a
familiar pain. They beg me to allow him to understand. I back
away from him warily, a soft warning growl escaping my throat.
Back off.

He stops and lowers his hand. Gohan stares at his feet in
distinct discomfort for a moment, before returning a hard gaze to
my face. “Vegeta?” he questions a third time.
I stare at him blankly. “Why did you let my father to do
that to you?” The Son finally asks in a rush, flushing
visibly.
My blood runs chill. He has seen. Son Gohan has seen me...
being used by his father. My lip curls. As fast as it has come,
the chill in my system turns my emotions to icy rage.
Gohan sees the change of expression on my face. He starts,
then hold out his hands again. “Vegeta...” He placates,
his voice soft... as if he is talking to a small wounded animal.
It sets my teeth on edge. I can see his *father* in that look.
When he takes a couple more steps towards me the rage bubbles
over. Letting out a howl of anger I power up, sending a ki blast
at him. Startled, he leaps out of the way. When he lands he gives
the forest behind him a rather dismayed look. The blast wiped out
several yards worth of trees...
He turns back to me, frowning. The frown fades when he sees
the state I'm in.
I’m not doing so well. Powering up and doing *anything*
with the amount of energy I had left was a *stupid* idea.
“Damn...” I curse softly, stumbling. The spots are back
to dancing in front of my eyes and I’m finding it extremely
difficult to remain standing.
“Vegeta!” Gohan exclaimed again, and he begins to
make the rest of the way towards me.
“Stay back!” I hiss in response, clenching my head
at the same time as the mere act of speaking causes my head to
swim. I fall to my knees, cursing my complete and utter weakness.
The Sons were never good at following instructions. None of
them are, and Gohan isn’t any exception. Within seconds the
idiot is at my side with his arm around my back. I stiffen and
try to lash out, but my attack is parried effortlessly. Growling
and hissing doesn’t seem to effect him either.
I shut my eyes, and realize that I can *smell* him. It is
almost overwhelming. So much like his father... but not. I open
my eyes again when it is obvious that he isn’t doing
anything beyond holding me in his arms in a singularly
embarrassing fashion.
“Let. Me. Go.” I choke out.
He shakes his head and gives me a searching look.
“Vegeta--” He begins, then he sighs. I can almost see
the gears working in Gohan's head. I know he wants to question me
more, perhaps forcefully, but then he obviously changes his mind.
“Your ki is very low,” He says softly. He stands,
taking me with him. “You need rest.” He notes, the tone
of his voice switching to a business-like one. “I’ll
take you home...”
“NO!!” I shout. I struggle violently against him,
which throws him off balance with his grip still on my shoulder
and lands us both on the ground again. I don’t care.
“Not home,” I pant, feeling so light headed that I
could pass out. Even so I yank him close, gripping the sides of
his face between my hands. Wide onyx eyes blink at me. “Not
home...” I half whimper, half growl, and then my world goes
white... and then dark.
~
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