Desire

Title: Desire

By: Sabi-san (sabisan25@aol.com)

Rating: H, shounen-ai

Characters: Goku and someone. ^^

Disclaimer: I don’t own any anime whatsoever. I just borrow them for time to time.

Warning: If you are under 18, don’t read this. Not that I could stop you. If you don’t like sex, go away.
You make me sick.

Desire

Hands settled softly on his shoulders from behind. He felt a warm breath in his ear. A voice whispered.

“Do you know how much I want to touch you?”

A shiver went down his spine at the desire-filled question. He could feel the heat radiating from the hands on his shoulders. They clenched slightly, as if trying to communicate their need. Of their own accord, his eyes closed.

A door opened and footsteps echoed. The hands quickly left his shoulders. He instantly missed their gentle pressure. Opening his eyes, he turned to see who it was, who made his heart beat so fast, his pulse quicken.

He turned and saw Vegeta walk through to the kitchen. Bulma was walking out the front door.
His eyes widened. Bulma? Bulma… had feelings for him? Making his decision, he rose from the couch to follow her.


“Bulma?” he asked, uncertainty coloring his voice.

She turned, tool in hand. He had caught up with her in the gravity room.

“Hi, Goku!” she said brightly. “Sorry if you want to use the gravity room. That dumb ass broke it again.” She sighed, going back to work.

“I…I don’t…want to use it,” he stammered.

She looked up quizzically.

“Oh. So you came to talk then?” she asked, turning back to the busted controls.

“Uh…yeah.”

Silence for a few minutes.

“So, what do you want to talk about?”

He stood there, confused. She wasn’t acting like she had just whispered in his ear how much she wanted him. They were alone, in the gravity room, shut away from everyone else. She didn’t need to hide. All she had to do was walk over. But she didn’t.

“Uh, just wanted to see how you were doing. I haven’t talked to you in a while,” he said lamely.

She smiled, continuing to work.

Time passed as she talked to him, talking about her parents, Yamucha and how they had problems, Vegeta and his cocky attitude, and just about everything under the sun. She didn’t notice that Goku was completely silent.

He finally decided that it couldn’t have been her. She was too comfortable, too calm.

After a few minutes, he politely left, promising to talk to her again soon.

About to set off for home, his stomach growled. He looked at Bulma’s house and saw that the light was on in the kitchen. Smiling in anticipation, he went towards the house, thinking about the wonderful food Bulma’s mother cooked.

He paused in the kitchen door in surprise, watching Vegeta. The small Saiyan appeared to be…cooking. Goku gaped.

“Quit staring at me, Kakarot.”

Goku laughed, scratching the back of his head. “Sorry, Vegeta. I’ve never seen you cook before.”

“Just because I don’t cook doesn’t mean I can’t.”

“I guess you’re right.” He stood nervously, wanting to eat, too, but afraid to ask to join the Prince. Maybe I should have gone home he thought to himself. Suddenly his stomach growled again.

Vegeta turned to scowl at him.

Goku blushed.

“Don’t just stand there with your stomach making those horrible noises. Sit!”

Goku quickly complied. He was amazed when Vegeta set a plate in front of him. He looked down at it for a few seconds then looked up at his grudging ally. “Arigato, Vegeta-sama.” He smiled.

Vegeta only frowned.


They ate in silence. Goku suddenly became aware of someone watching him. He tensed slightly, trying to find out who it was. He looked around. His eyes landed on Vegeta.

“What’s wrong with you?” the small Saiyan snapped.

“I felt someone watching me,” Goku said in wonder.

Vegeta snorted. “Who would want to watch you?” he sneered and stood up. Giving Goku a scathing look, he walked out of the kitchen.


“Who was it?” he asked the tree in front of him. He sat on a rock in the middle of the forest. He’d been plagued by this for days. The voice echoed in his mind. Do you know how much I want to touch you? For days he had been walking around, muttering to himself, trying to figure it out. On more than one occasion, Chi-Chi had asked him if he was okay. Not wanting to have it turn into a fight, he had left early that morning for the forest.

“I only saw Bulma. It couldn’t have been her. She acted completely normal when I talked to her.” He thought a while more. “Could they have transported?” he wondered. “No. I would have known it.” Somehow he knew he was right. Even though he couldn’t place the voice, the smell, he knew they had not disappeared.

He thought back to that day again. He saw himself turn. Vegeta walked into the kitchen. Bulma walked out the front door. He rose to follow her.

He paused. Vegeta was there. It’s definitely not Vegeta. He laughed, mentally picturing a lovey Vegeta, hearts floating around his spiky hair.

“What’s so funny?”

Goku gasped. That voice! He spun around. Vegeta stood a few feet away, leaning casually against a tree.

I’m thinking about this too much. I could have sworn that was the voice. But Vegeta would never… He stopped, unable to finish the thought.

Vegeta smirked. “Would never what? Never tell you how much I want you?” he purred, pushing away from the tree to walk toward Goku.

Goku stared at the Saiyan advancing on him. Powerful muscles rippled under his tight blue suit. He walked slowly, sensually, up to Goku.

It’s like he’s stalking me.

“I am. And I suggest that, if you don’t want to be caught…you run.” Vegeta whispered.

Goku gasped and stood. He backed away as Vegeta continued forward.

“V…Vegeta…What…” he stammered.

“I want you, Kakarot. I want you as my mate. And I’m going to have you.” Vegeta said, voice low and seductive. His eyes glinted with a predatory light.

Suddenly he shot forward, arms outstretched. Goku’s body reacted instantly. He flew into the air, swiftly avoiding the reaching hands.

His nose picked up a familiar smell. Now he knew it was Vegeta. And he was close. Too close. Instinct kicked in and he rolled, deftly avoiding Vegeta’s hands again.

Vegeta dived after him. Goku countered him once again, stopping quickly, causing the smaller Saiyan to overshoot him.

Growling in frustration, Vegeta flew after Goku. The tall Saiyan laughed, enjoying the power he had, leading Vegeta on a merry chase. Somehow he knew that he had to avoid Vegeta as long as possible. Only when the pursuing Saiyan was at the end of his endurance was he to give in. He conserved his energy, gliding and playing, causing the small Saiyan to become angered and use his power and energy to overcome him.

They flew over the forest, through canyons, in and out of the trees. They flew for hours. As the sun started to tint the sky red, Goku felt his would-be mate’s energy slowly fade. He grinned slightly. Dropping his speed, he opened himself for attack.

Vegeta wasted no time. Growling animalistically, he flew in front of Goku, grabbing him around the shoulders. They started to fall through the air. Goku gasped as teeth sank into his neck, drawing blood. The gasp turned to a moan of pleasure as Vegeta gently sucked at the bite.

His mind exploded. His senses burst into flame. He felt desire and triumph boil through his body. Instinctively, he knew it was Vegeta’s feelings he felt.

He came to his senses as they neared the ground. Raising his ki, he settled them down softly, Vegeta’s arms still wrapped around his shoulders, lips still at his throat.

Goku lifted his arms and encircled the small Saiyan. “Vegeta,” he breathed, pride apparent in his voice.

Vegeta pulled back, lips glistening with Goku’s blood. He looked into Goku’s eyes. Gripping him tightly, he threw back his head, a feral scream ripping from his throat, then claimed his new mate’s lips in a passion filled kiss.

Finis

Notes: Well, this is my first yaoi-ish fic. I was intrigued and decided to give it a try. Oh, well. It’s fun to write about. So, how’d I do? Let me know.

Dedication: To Benedict, my special friend. Thanks for reading this even though I know it grossed you out.