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Stupid Obsessions	By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 6768 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Stupid Obsessions
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- 5-5
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- 8-8
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- 10-10--the END
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Stupid Obsessions

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Things I like to say to distract you from reading ahead:

1. No profit is being made from this fanfic. I do not own DBZ, DB or GT (however, if you could point me in the direction of that creator I�d be happy to SMACK them upside their head for giving Vegeta a mustache and CUTTING HIS PERFECT HAIR!)

2. Slash�two boys (or Saiyans) having sex: Boys who love boys who love lube. Threesome�Vegeta/Goku/Bulma (or variations thereof) Het�not sure if this will be included by: Man/woman sex. Saiyan�fighting baby!~ Fist fighting. Rolling in the dirt!~ Cussing, kicking, biting, blood, bruises, sex while angry and all that good nonsense.

3. Once more, I don�t think I have a three�uh�not sure how long this ficcie will be. Shooting for under ten chaps but we ALL know how that goes. *sigh*

4. (PS: NO krillin sex of any form.)

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It was the idiot woman that said it first, when she wrapped her long legs around him and sank onto him, welcomed him deep into her body and hissed out between her teeth. Grinned, tossed her blue hair out of her eyes and whispered dirty little things. Things about Kakarot, about what it would be like to take him in and how it would be if he was there. She felt it, doubtlessly, in the darkness of their room where no eyes could see, and deep in her body where nobody could feel but her, the way he shuddered at those words and rippled and how he pushed into her body with more urgency, more and more until she whimpered and squealed. Wrapped her arms around his shoulders and asked him if they could. If they could get the baka and make him theirs.

Because Chichi left or died or got swallowed up by the earth that was ashamed it had ever spawned something like her. He didn�t know, didn�t care, that black haired bitch wasn�t his business. But Kakarot�Kakarot was always his business. The moron that was so human and effortlessly more powerful, more Saiyan. Stupid obsession with goodness and life and saving the universe, and Vegeta hated it. Didn�t give a damn if the world was swallowed up by Buu just so as long his son was alive. And now his daughter. They mattered and everything else could go to hell.

Except Kakarot, of course, because he was going to defeat the man one day. Destroy him completely. Take him in hand and defeat him until he gave out. Or maybe, he could admit to himself as he left bruises on Bulma�s skin, he didn�t want Kakarot to give out so much as put out. Submit, give something to the Prince that nobody else could have. It wouldn�t matter if it were only for a moment, it only mattered that it would happen. Kakarot would be his, would be under his power, strong body and stupid grin stretched under him and teetering on that knife�s edge of real pleasure as Vegeta proved which one of them was superior.

Because he knew there was no other way to defeat the man. Knew he didn�t want to defeat him, just to take him, to ride him until they passed out and wake up to do it again. Fuck him.

It was strange. Because he didn�t want Kakarot for anything else. Just the sex. The fuck. Then he was free from Vegeta�s attention and could go on, could watch clouds float by or birds hatch. He didn�t give a damn.

But the stupid woman said it first. Whispered her fevered words in his ear as she spread her thighs and wanted more of him. He didn�t answer her. Just let her say it, let the images crest over him until he wasn�t sure just who he was fucking or what she was doing, because he had never known her be even slightly interested in the oversized moron before.

When it was over, when the sun rose and he looked at her, she just smiled and acted like nothing had happened, like she hadn�t asked him to go find Kakarot and seduce him into their life. As if he wanted that moron in his life. Or his bed. Why would she even think of Kakarot that way?

�Don�t look at me like that, Vegeta,� she said, grabbed her robe and pulled it on, tied it over her waist (which hadn�t made it back to her original size after little Bra, and he had heard about that enough times he was sick of it.) �I know you want him.� Then a strange smile on her face and she left to find the shower.

He sat on the bed for a while, thought about what she said, about what he had thought, thought about he baka and how in the hell he would get him back to the house, how he would get him into the bed�what he would do to him once he got him here. The mission seemed to be truly impossible (not that this dissuaded him at all, he was after all, the Prince of Saiyans.) Kakarot displayed a negative interest in sex (that is to say he probably wasn�t even aware that he had ever had sex, and if he were aware he probably wasn�t sure exactly what it meant.

Bulma came back dripping wet with his daughter (who was not wet but following her mother with the true determination of a two year old demi-saiyan.) �No Bra. What did I tell you?�

Trunks stuck his head in their door (none of his children learned the nature of privacy despite his best efforts to teach it to them.) �Hey, Mom�I�m going to go out. Goten said he found this really cool place to eat and��

�That�s fine honey,� Bulma said from the closet. Bra was frowning at him. (Why, he did not know, he had not done anything to her.) Once Trunks was gone, Bulma walked back into the room, dressed in her clothes for the day and picked up Bra. �Come on Vegeta, you can�t stay in bed all day.�

�Mommy,� Bra said as she tugged on her mother�s short blue hair. She pointed at Vegeta, at his chest and said: �Wassat?� (Wassat was the equivalent of What is that�a word that he just recently learned thanks to his beautiful daughter.)

�Those are scars, Bra. Lets go get breakfast.�

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�No.� Piccolo just kept saying no. He didn�t understand why. It was like Piccolo had decided that he didn�t like to spar. Which was ridiculous. Piccolo was the former demon-king! Of course he liked to spar.

�But�� Goku whined. He didn�t even feel ridiculous anymore. Just frustrated. He wanted a real fight, real food, a real�something. He wasn�t even sure what he was looking for. Just something and Piccolo was being a stubborn green asshole that didn�t want to help him. (Not that he was even sure that Piccolo could be the solution, but he was willing to spar until he figured it out.)

�No.�

�Piccolo! Come on, I promise I won�t beat you. We won�t even spar to win. We�ll�just�� Hit each other? What exactly is the point in sparring if you weren�t doing it to win? Honestly? He shifted from foot to foot, sighed and scratched the back of his head. �Why not?�

And he got a look for that question. One of those sideways looks that Piccolo gave him, and he heard that weird-groaning sound that always proceeded Piccolo talking very loud and urgently. (He liked most of his friends, but sometimes it was like living in a soap opera.) �You don�t fight like you used to.�
That was it? He didn�t fight like he used to? Was he supposed to be insulted by this comment? How had his fighting changed exactly? Had it gotten better? Stronger? Faster? Meaner?

Piccolo had a weird look on his face, a strange sprinkling of red on his cheeks (which was odd, you know, Piccolo�s blood was that weird purple color not red.) He coughed and tried very hard to look professional and wise and all that nonsense as he said: �How long has it been�since you�� The blush deepened, Piccolo coughed again, looked incredibly uncomfortable. �Had sex?�

Goku blinked at this question. �What does that have to do with fighting?�

��you touch a lot�� Piccolo whispered.

�What?�

��when you fight now�you�re touchy.�

Touchy? �Really?� And he really scratched his head at that. It had been a while since Chichi died. (At least he think she died. He came home, she wasn�t there, and he figured that nothing short of death would stop Chichi from cleaning the house. Gohan hadn�t seemed too broken up about his mother�s disappearance and Goten�wherever he was most of the time�hadn�t even realized this phenomenon until Goku told him.) ��really?�

��yes��

He sighed. So he made an asexual plant-based being uncomfortable because he was too touchy while he was sparring. That explained why Gohan squeaked and ran away from him nowadays. Trunks didn�t seem to think anything was out of the ordinary (or at least he didn�t act like he did.) He couldn�t barely ever find Goten so he had no idea what his youngest son thought of this.

�Can�t we spar anyway?� Goku asked.

��I�d rather not��

And he sighed. Maybe that was the problem. He just needed to have sex again. He sort of remembered that he liked it (okay, it had been a long time) and he had been having lots of dreams with sweaty people writhing around exclaiming his name passionately. (Why he had not found these dreams unusual he could not say.) �Sure?�

��yes��

Right. So he left Piccolo alone. Went off to find a place to sit and think about how he desperately needed to get laid so he could go back to fighting the way that he used to. (The image of him trying to fight the next big invasion came to mind, except instead of defeating this unknown enemy he just offended their delicate virgin sense with his overly-touchy fighting style and sent them skittering back into outer space to see intergalactic psychological help.) It wasn�t exactly like he had a lot of options lying around. In fact, the only person with whom he had ever had sex was Chichi and she was all about telling him what to do when it came to everything.

He might have known what they were doing on their wedding night but Chichi apparently had put a whole lot of thought into it. (Besides that, he remembered her having a conversation with Bulma once about Saiyan endowment or something� He wasn�t really sure what that meant but he had a sneaky suspicion that it had something to do with the male preoccupation with size.) So, anyway, everything he knew about sex had been explained to him in a breathless sort of voice or exclaimed at him (again writhing naked people yelling his name.)

He sighed. Stripped all his clothes off and went swimming. Managed not to think about how he would like to spar for a while as he watched birds digging for worms, and then fish swimming around him. These distractions were all good, but he climbed out of the water and flopped onto the grass, put his arms under his head and looked up at the sky, felt the water drying on his skin and the prickly warm of the sun.

A lazy sort of smile stretched across his face and he shifted his legs, took the pressure off his back and thought happy thoughts of Chichi. (Thoughts were he was apparently doing very good things to her in a sexual way because she didn�t seem to have the breath to yell at him about how he was messing up.) His thighs felt tickly, and he pulled an arm out from under his head to rub them, thought that felt very nice indeed and spread his legs a little wider, felt his hand slip farther down his thigh and wiggled as the tickly feeling moved to his stomach, rubbed there, and it moved again, grew heavy and throbbed. He looked down at his body and watched with slight incredulity as he wrapped his fingers around his erection. (He wasn�t stupid, he just wasn�t entirely sure how this whole arousal thing worked for him. Some thoughts of naked people just weren�t a turn on at all. Like naked Krillin. Naked Yamcha. Naked Master Roshi. Naked Oolong. None of these images were happy images. He remembered when he was younger he liked to think about Bulma naked. Then Chichi. Once or twice he had thought about Vegeta naked, but never for more than a few minutes.)

There was a snort from behind him, and Goku rolled onto his side, twisted his head and looked up, saw Vegeta standing there looking smug with his arms crossed over his chest. �And I thought this would be difficult.�

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Goku: *glare* Aren�t you just smug?

Vegeta: Shouldn�t I be?

Bulma: Ooooo!~ Do I get to be part of the sex? Really? Sex?!

Vegeta: *o.O!*

Goku: Aw�Bulma�have we really neglected you so much?
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