Eye of the Tiger | By : DarkSerapha Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2584 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Oh
yeah ... ‘nother one of my old, old stories. My first real lemon, this one. I’m almost afraid to reread
it … Agh! I used fangirl-japanese
in this. Oh dear. But I promised myself not to change anything about this old
stuff, or I’d never get anything new written. This has three chapters. If I get
some nice reviews, I’ll put them up fairly quickly. Oh yeah, and I know that I violated
my own rules from the save-the-songfic-challenge with
this one by using the lyrics. But what can I say? I was young and needed the
ego-boost. *laughs*
Warnings:
Yaoi of course, a little PWP, lemony goodness, general weirdness, OOC on the
main characters and MAJOR OOC on behalf of Shenlong. *tidal
sweatdrop
Pairing:
Vegeta x Goku
This is YAOI! Means male x male-intimacy! Go flame
your own behind, if you don’t like it!
A/N:
This started of as an idea for a picture, then turned
into a story. At the start I wanted to do a nice little short PWP to take my mind
off my epic fics and practise some lemon – this is my
first real one. But it seems I can neither write short nor real PWP-stories –
somehow a plot sneaked in while I was writing.
Takes place some years
after the Buu-saga. But the last tournament has never
happened, and Goku has not run off to train Uub. (don’t you hate that end, too?) Bra has never been born.
This is partially a songfic to “Eye of the tiger” by survivor. I was thinking
about that song and then I read the lyrics and then I was astounded just how
good this fitted into the story…
English is not my native
language, so please go easy on me.
Honours:
I must admit that I used an idea of somebody else for a small section of the
funny part of this fic. Here my flat mate served as
an involuntary muse when he told me about that idea of his (it was the Shenlong-knot-thing) and asked me if I would do a little Doujinshi about it and I had the nerve to shamelessly use
it for a yaoi-fic (!!).
Thanks
to Azurite, who once again volunteered as a beta-reader.
Translations:
aishiteru = I love you
aishiterumo = I love you, too
baka = idiot
hai = yes
kami = god
nani = what?
nani wo
shimasuka = What are you doing?
onna = woman (here used with
a disregardful side-meaning)
oozaru = name of the shape-shifter-form of the
Saiyajin
owari = the end
o yasuminasai = Good night!
shimata = Damn! Shit!
~~ <0> ~~
Eye of the Tiger
~~ <0> ~~
Part One
Fighter
~~ <0> ~~
Tiger, tiger burning bright
In the forrests of the night
What immortal hand or eye
could frame thy fearful symmetry?
~William Blake~
~~ <0> ~~
A soft glow surrounded the
seven perfect spheres which lay on the ground before him.
Vegeta simply stared at
them, his gaze captured by the orange glow, the glow that promised him
everything he wanted.
Everything.
Whatever
he wanted.
He had wanted a lot
throughout the years.
He had wanted power.
He had wanted fame.
He had wanted to take
revenge for the destruction of his planet, the genocide of his race, the
humiliation and abuse of himself, the last prince of the Saiyajin.
He had wanted the strength
to rebuild his kingdom, the ability to best and defeat anyone who would stand
in his way.
He had wanted immortality.
He did not seek such things
anymore.
Now, almost thirty years
after he had first laid eyes on the dragonballs way back there on Namek, just before he had been put to death by the hands of
his greatest nightmare, his ultimate torturer – Freezer - they lay before him
here, awaiting his call, ready to fulfil his wishes.
But he had changed.
More than one could
possibly imagine.
Much
more.
~~ <0> ~~
Risin' up, back on the street
Took my time, took my chances
Went the distance
Now I'm back on my feet
Just a man and his will to survive
~~ <0> ~~
Bodies clashed way above
the ground. Fists pounded onto unguarded flesh. There were soft grunts of pain
and fury, as two fighters kept dancing in a complicate woven pattern which
seemed to have existed for all eternity, solely for the purpose of having these
two graceful forms moving through it. It was timeless.
Vegeta did a double twist
then slammed his foot with stone-cracking force into Goku’s chest. The bigger
fighter grunted but recovered quickly throwing a lightning fast uppercut
towards Vegeta’s jaw. His fist crushed into the other man’s face and the prince
flew back, momentarily stunned but never loosing his grace. He blinked a few
times and became aware of the slight break his opponent was giving him to
recover. Something he himself would never have done. He smirked. And he used it
to his advantage.
Back and forth they danced,
throwing whirring punches at each other, bodies bending and twisting, feet
flying. Occasionally one would form a ki-ball and throw it at the other, but
most of the time they just flickered in and out of existence, following each
other in hot pursuit, dancing through the sky in an almost weightless manner.
Vegeta let out a feral
snarl. The heat of the fight was making his body feel so very alive! He could
feel his blood rush through every cell, felt his heart beating strong, felt the
thrill pushing him forward again and again.
He cast a glance at his
opponent.
The younger Saiyajin seemed
to radiate a glow. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes were alight with a
spark that Vegeta had never seen anywhere but when the two of them were
sparring. He loved to see his fellow Saiyajin like that, he loved to see the
warrior beneath the surface, the true Saiyajin behind the human facade.
Goku was fully alert,
dancing around his prince, carefully avoiding blows and yet throwing his fists
at him as fast as he could. Goku knew that when it came to speed he had a
slight disadvantage. He was definitely the stronger of the two, almost
unlimited in his power. But when it came to speed and tactics, the cunning dark
prince was superior and he knew.
Vegeta could not help it.
He knew that he shouldn’t, but he simply had to gape at the younger Saiyajin in
awe. At his perfect body, muscles shifting beneath silken
skin, remarkably unscarred by the numerous battles of the past. At the raven hair spiking in every direction. He wondered if
it was soft to the touch or not. At his ebony black eyes, emitting that fiery
gaze which made him shiver in forbidden desire every time it swept across him.
At the
soul that lay just beneath those entrapping eyes.
span class=GramE>A soul so
pure and light that he could not even bear to look at it for longer than a
second.
Because
it set his own soul on fire.
He had burned for this
symbol of saiyan perfection on the outside and overall perfection on the inside
for so many years now. He had stalked him, tried to best him, tried to surpass
him and finally found himself following him, helplessly
drawn to wherever the younger one chose to go. He had even followed him to
death and back!
It had started the day he
had first laid eyes on him, although it took him a long time to recognize it
and even more time to admit it to himself. And after they had been enemies,
then comrades in battle and then... even friends in some strange way for so
many years... he was finally able to look at the truth without withdrawing from
it.
He was lost.
Lost in that blinding light
making his own shadows so much darker.
Incinerated
by that innocent eyes.
Bound to the side of that
baka, seemingly naïve, yet so different from anything the others believed him
to be.
It had taken Vegeta quite
some time to recognise this. It had probably begun to dawn on him when he, one
day long ago, had found the other lying in the grass and... reading.
Kakarott had been so deep into that book, that he never knew that Vegeta was
even there. The prince had been stunned by the unfamiliar expression of serious
concentration on his rivals face After that he had started noticing things.. about the way the other acted.
And he had figured it out. Kakarott was not half as dumb and naïve as he made
them believe. It was easier for the others to handle him that way and he had
been smart enough to realize that. A nearly godlike powerful warrior and hero was hard enough to handle, but someone like that who
actually HAD brains might just have been enough to make everyone fear him for
what he was. So he had kept carefully quiet about this. On the outside he was
the always happy-go-lucky babbling idiot... but on the inside... things ran
deeper.
Beside his never stopping
mockery, beneath all the insults the prince had thrown at the “worthless scum
of a third class baka”, he had long since learned the truth. Kakarott was not
only physical perfection and a pure heart and soul.. he was so much more.
He was everything.
And Vegeta had never wanted
anything less than the best.
~~ <0> ~~
It had been years since he
and Bulma had grown apart. He had foreseen it long ago and allowed it to
happen purposefully. He had always known from the start that her and him were
just too much alike and yet too different at the same time to ever be together
the way he – or she - longed to. They had just
comforted each other in their respective loneliness. And he knew that he had
not been able to give her what she wanted. What she deserved. Neither had
she. And so they had drifted apart, still remaining friends - somehow. They
still had a son to bring up together. Though he did not show it very often, he
was grateful for this gift Bulma had given him. His son.
It had not surprised him
when a similar thing had happened between Kakarott and his wife. The baka onna had always treated her husband more like one of her
children and not like a grown man. Vegeta had sincerely wondered about what had
happened to her. Bulma had once described to him how Chichi had been when they
were young and he briefly pondered about what had changed her.(1)
But whatever it was, both
Kakarott and his harpy-wife had agreed that they would simply rearrange their
relationship. They had not really been like a married couple for some years and
so Kakarott just moved out some miles away into a small lodge. He was
still caring for his wife and children but he had time to be on his own. It had
relieved him of a huge amount of stress that had always made their relationship
a difficult one and had been one of the reason for the
younger Saiyajin to leave his home and even his beloved sons for such long
periods. Since then Kakarott had changed even more, had lost that forced
happy-go-lucky attitude and gotten calmer. And he had found ways to spend his
spare time. One of it was what they were doing now.
Uh oh… Shimata…
Vegeta didn’t even see the
fist coming that made him race towards earth like a falling meteorite and crash
into it with bone-snapping force, creating a fairly large crater. That was how
it ended mot of the times they were sparring. Either he was distracted – though
he had an iron will and knew that staying focused within a battle was
just about everything, but when it came to Kakarott, he simply failed -
or was simply not strong enough to keep up… However, he still lost most of the
time. Kakarott was still surpassing him. Vegeta felt a spark of the old rage
flicker into life, as he gazed up to the other man who hovered above, looking
down on him, probably trying to decide whether he was too hurt to move on or
not. He probably even pitied him.
Kuso!
And yet..
Beautiful.
Vegeta still couldn’t help
but stare at the younger Saiyajin.
I want... him... I want
him so bad… If only I was strong enough to be his equal..
maybe..
Suddenly an eerie smile
crept to his face.
If I can’t win like
this, maybe I’ll win in yet another type of fight.
Quickly a plan started to
grow in his cunning mind.
Vegeta did not even notice
how a small trickle of blood ran out of his mouth as he unconsciously snickered
and he did not notice the startled expression on Goku’s face either.
Just you
wait... I WILL win you… Kakarott…
However
long it may take.
~~ <0> ~~
So many
times, it happened too fast
You trade your passion for glory
Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past
You must fight just to keep them alive
~~ <0> ~~
Vegeta took a deep breath.
He closed his eyes, steadying himself. He had waited so long and finally he was
so close to achieving his goal.
“I call forth thee, Eternal
Dragon, Shenlong, rise and fulfil my wishes!”
In awe he saw the
dragonballs lighting up until it was almost painful to watch them. The sky
darkened, but since it was evening already that did not make so much of a
difference.
Then beams of light shot
out of the spheres on the ground and a huge thing made it’s way towards the sky, more and more gaining his true
form while doing so. Seconds seemed to stretch into eternity until at last the
Great Eternal Dragon Shenlong hovered high above the
deserted area. His green scales glistened and his big red eyes burned like all
fires of hell set loose.
Dammit...
I keep forgetting how HUGE that thing really is.
Vegeta just realized that
his jaw was still down when the dragon noisily cleared it’s
throat. Hastily he shut his mouth.
“WHO HAS SUMMONED ME?”
The booming voice of the
dragon rang out and made the Saiyajin’s sensible ears
ring.
Vegeta shook his head to
clean it from the dizziness the presence of the powerful being had caused him
and gazed upwards – and upwards.. and
upwards until he finally stared into the fiery red eyes of the dragon. He
gathered himself, once again standing proud and tall.
“It was me, who called you,
Eternal Dragon. Vegeta, Prince of the Saiyajin!”
“OH, IT’S YOU AGAIN.”
Vegeta stared a him, jaw dropping again. That was not what he had
estimated to hear from the Eternal Dragon.
“Whatcha
mean, it’s me - again?”
“WELL,
YOU HAVE BEEN AROUND AWFULLY OFTEN WHEN I WAS SUMMONED LATELY.”
“Lately?”
“WELL, YES. I MEAN LATELY
LIKE IN THE LAST 30, 40 YEARS. YOU SEE, I CAN’T EVEN GET SOME SLEEP CAUSE YOU GUYS KEEP WAKING ME UP ALMOST EVERY YEAR! HOW FOR
HEAVENS SAKE IS AN ETERNAL DRAGON SUPPOSED TO STAY FIT AT THAT RATE, I ASK YA?
“Err..”
“OH SHEESH, DON’T BOTHER TO
ANSWER THAT. SO WHATEVER… BACK TO THE TRADITION.”
The dragon cleared it’s throat once more, finally booming out in an impressive
voice:
“YOU WHO HAVE SUMMONED ME,
I SHALL GRANT YOU TWO WISHES. I SHALL DO EVERYTHING AT YOUR COMMAND AS LONG AS
IT LIES WITHIN MY POWER!”
Had the dragon not been so
occupied with fluffing himself up to look impressive, he might have noticed the
spark of mischief sported by Vegeta’s eyes. It was clearly evident where Chibi-Trunks, in his younger days the terror of all
sentient creatures not fast enough to run away when he was approaching, had
gotten his ideas from.
“I wonder…”
The dragon cast his eyes
downwards to the tiny figure at his non-existent feet.
“WHAT?” he asked, curiosity
clearly evident in his voice
“ I wonder, if someone used their
wishes to order you to do something really stupid, would you still do it?”
“IF IT WAS WITHIN MY POWER
I WOULD HAVE TO DO IT. ERRR… STUPID AS IN..?”, the
dragon asked back with more than just a little bit of nervousness in his voice.
Vegeta thoughtfully seemed
to ponder that question.
“Weeeell.. stupid like in if somebody
wished for you to tie yourself up into a knot. Or make yourself shrink to the
size of a lizard. A yellow lizard with pink stripes.
Or if someone wished for you to wear a tutu and perform "Swanlake" in midair… “
The dragon visibly paled.
“ENOUGH!”
Vegeta’s smirking listing
of possibilities was sharply cut off. He saw the dragon glaring daggers at him.
“I AM PRETTY SURE THAT NO
ONE WOULD DARE TO WASTE PRECIOUS WISHES FOR SOMETHING AS PROFANE AS THAT…!!” Shenlong’s voice trailed off
dangerously. Unluckily the dragon had a very vivid imagination.
ACK!
IMAGE! JUST FOR BRINGING THIS UP I SHOULD TRY AND GET BACK ON THAT BAKA PRINCE!
“AND NOW YOUR
WISHES IF YOU PLEASE…”
Vegeta snickered heartily
at the impression on the dragon’s face, but quickly got serious again as he got
ready to formulate his wishes. He found himself growing weary about the intense
stares the dragon was giving him. Maybe it had not been such a good idea to
taunt the powerful creature…
Vegeta swallowed.
“Err. Yes, my first wish is
for the moon to be restored to this world.”
“GRANTED AND DONE. WHAT IS
YOUR SECOND WISH?”
AND IT BETTER BE NOTHING
EMBARRASSING OR ELSE…
“My second wish is that I
and Kakarott grow tails again so that we can transform.”
Vegeta did not look up to
the dragon as he said this because at that very moment he saw the moon between
the clouds for the first time in decades and was totally bewitched by the
beauty of it. So this time he was the one to miss the spark of mischief in the
other’s eyes.
THAT’S
IT? I THINK I SENSE A NASTY LITTLE PLAN IN YOUR MIND, BAKA PRINCE... HMM... THAT WAS NOT VERY ACCURATELY FORMULATED... I
WONDER... YOU WANT SOME TAILS AND A TRANSFORMATION? AND THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT
YOU’LL GET, LITTLE SAIYAJIN…BUT SINCE IT INVOLVES GOKU, TOO, I BETTER NOT DO
SOMETHING TOO DRASTIC. AH, YES...THAT SHOULD BE FUN FOR EVERYONE…
“GRANTED AND DONE. ALL
WISHES HAVE BEEN GRANTED. THE DRAGONBALLS WILL REMAIN DORMANT FOR ONE YEAR FROM
NOW ON.”
And with that the dragon
started turning into light again and shrinking down to earth.
“Oyasuminasai!” Vegeta called out almost cheerfully, already
looking forward to what was going to happen next and therefore completely
missing the really odd snicker that escaped the giant mouth of the fading
dragon before the light exploded and propelled seven balls of fire to seven
different directions.
After the dragon hat
disappeared again, Vegeta sighed. Then he turned his attention to a tingling
sensation he had felt for a few minutes already, staring down to the base of
his spine over his shoulder. He smiled at the sinewy furry appendage that was
now connected to his lower backside. It swayed as if to greet him, trashing
through the air energetically as if looking forward to the next part of his
plan. For a second he quirked his eyebrows, having the
feeling that something was not as it should be. He looked down at the
tail but it was really too dark to see anything in detail. Then he shrugged.
What could possibly have gone wrong anyway?
Here he was, there
was his tail and now it was on with the plan.
Watch
out, Kakarott... here I come…
~~ <0> ~~
End Part One
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