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Possibilities	By : Robyn Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3739 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer -I don’t own DB/Z/GT or any of the characters found in this fic. They are the property of TOEI ANIMATION in Japan and FUNimation in the U.S.A. I make no money from this work of fanfiction.

Rating – not work safe aka mature aka R

Warnings – Lemons of the male/male variety. V/G. A bit of cussing…I think that might be about it. O.o

Author’s notes: This was written for Darksephera’s Canon to Fanon challenge. Take a scene from the anime and make it how it was ‘supposed to’ be. Goku has just woke from his heart illness and received Chichi’s blessing to take Gohan with him to train in the room of spirit and time. He’s IT’d himself and Gohan from the airbus containing the rest of the Z fighters in order to get Vegeta to agree to train in the same manner. Take a gooooooood loooooong look at the cliff Vegeta is standing on. Yeah…it’s not a wonder all of us fangirls/guys think there is yaoi in the air.

I do believe I’ve used the subtitles from the Japanese version of the episodes.

Beta – Pixelgoddes! :D THANK YOU!!!!

Possibilities

A high buzzing noise, more something felt than heard, broke his concentration. “Goku-sa?” Trunks’ one-track focus was diverted as Goku and Gohan came out of instant transmission directly behind him.

“How are the results of your training?” Goku asked in way of greeting. There was little time for small chat – too much needed to happen.

Trunks stood, a small grunt his only give away he’d been sitting at the base of the cliff, watching his father for too long. “It’s no good,” he couldn’t help the bitterness that crept into his reply, regardless of the person he was talking to, “Dad only sees me as a nuisance.” Goku wanted to point out Vegeta saw everyone as a nuisance, but Trunks turned to look over his shoulder and continued, “I ask him to train with me, but he only persists in saying I’m in his way and to get lost. And far be it from training,” this was what had eaten away at Trunks the most, “Dad has just stood there motionless for the last three days.” His father was wasting time and Trunks was stubborn enough he’d been trying to out wait his proud father.

“As might be expected of Vegeta,” none of what Trunks was telling him was news to Goku, with the exception of the other saiyan standing around for three days when there was a fight on the way. Or maybe – Goku knew from experience how much thinking could be done in a space pod. Vegeta had traveled to fights – purges – in such a manner for most of his life. Maybe Vegeta needed that almost meditation atmosphere and time in order to strategize. A moment to clear his head – rethink things. Or, “Apparently he’s starting to faintly see what lies ahead of Super Saiyan.” The thought was exciting to Goku. If Vegeta felt it as well, then maybe it wasn’t just something he had dreamed up while recovering from his illness.

“Huh?” Trunks asked as Goku began to levitate.

Gohan had listened to Trunks’ conversation with his father. Although he understood Trunks wanting to know his father better he also knew Trunks’ need to connect with his father was a weakness. It was clouding the other demi’s judgment. His father mentioning there was possibly another level of Super Saiyan beyond even the one he had yet to reach made him very disappointed in himself. How was he supposed to be of use if he couldn’t even reach that first level?

Despite the fact his back was turned the whole time, Vegeta knew the instant his rival and his spawn had shown. He wondered if everyone was determined to suck up his time with their meaningless training and chitchat. They could have gone somewhere else. He spoke before Goku could say whatever useless thing he had come to say, “You’re in the way, Kakarott. Get lost,” not that he expected the other saiyan to listen to him – the idiot was going to do what he wanted anyway. At least he knew Kakarott wouldn’t curl up in a corner from getting his feelings hurt – unlike that useless spawn of his that had sat at the end of the cliff for three days watching him. It still irritated him when Kakarott spoke though.

“Don’t say that, I know a good place to train,” Goku tried to keep the excitement out of his voice, but he knew Vegeta wouldn’t pass this up. “There’s a room in the temple at Kami’s home where you can get a years worth of training in just one day.” There was a moment Goku couldn’t tell if Vegeta was thinking over what he had just said or preparing to send a ki blast at him.

At times this planet still amazed Vegeta. They were so far behind in technical advancements, but if they had places as Kakarott had just mentioned, “Really?” that would be one of the most amazing, and useful, things he’d ever seen in his life.

Goku couldn’t help the small smile as Vegeta took the bait – so to say. “Yeah. Come with me,” he amended his request, knowing how unlikely it would be Vegeta would want to be stuck in a room with him for a year – and he needed to train Gohan. Chichi had practically ordered him to. “I ain’t necessarily saying you’d have to train with me.”

Vegeta turned to look at his rival while wondering why Kakarott wouldn’t want them to train together. The idiot continued to talk, as Vegeta tried to figure out what the other saiyan wasn’t saying, “However, the room has a capacity of two. There ain’t much time, so I’ll have you go in with Trunks…”

Vegeta interrupted Kakarott, not liking this plan of his. “I will not train with that brat for a year,” he had overheard that last parting comment of Kakarott’s to his supposed brat. If there were a way to go beyond Super Saiyan, Vegeta knew the best possibility of one of them achieving it would be if they trained together – even if it were rather difficult to stomach the idea of being stuck with Kakarott and his antics for a year.

“Wha?” Goku asked, “But – I need to train Gohan…”

“You’ll only coddle him,” Vegeta growled, “Your spawn is better off training with that other half-breed.”

Goku didn’t like it, “But I promised Chichi that I’d train Gohan to be stronger…”

Vegeta shrugged, “The other brat has attained Super Saiyan status. That’s what you are hoping for, right? That your son will become a Super Saiyan?” Vegeta waited for Kakarott to nod, “Then it’s settled. We’ll train together to go beyond what we have and the brats can try to pull your brat’s level up a notch after we are done…assuming they’ll even need to train after we are finished,” Vegeta smirked, “I promise not to kill you until these androids have been dealt with.”

Goku’s eyes narrowed as the wind picked up briefly. If Vegeta thought he was afraid of training with him, the prince had another thing coming, “Fine.” He’d take the unspoken challenge – Vegeta was right. The best chance they had of reaching the level he could feel was if they trained together – even if he didn’t like the idea of leaving Gohan’s training in the hands of someone else. “Gohan! Trunks! Come here!” he shouted down at the other two.

Trunks and Gohan didn’t even bother to look at each other as they came at Goku’s command. “There’s been a change of plans, Gohan. Vegeta and I will train first,” he looked over at Trunks, “You’ll be required to train Gohan,” he gave the young man a meaningful look, hoping to convey how much he depended on the older boy to get the job done. Trunks nodded in understanding and Goku held out his hand for Gohan to take and then instructed, “Trunks, grab Gohan’s hand or shoulder. Vegeta, grab my shoulder…”

“What for,” Vegeta asked suspiciously.

“So I can get us all to the tower quickly,” Goku spoke quietly, wondering if he was going to have to fight Vegeta’s suspicions the whole time they were training and if he should rethink the arrangements. He shivered a bit as he felt Vegeta’s hand slide up his shoulder. He didn’t stall any longer before he focused on Mr. Popo’s ki and took them all to the Lookout.

Mr. Popo turned as he heard the four of them appear behind him. He did not realize it was four people suddenly popping into existence, but just a bunch of grunting and thumping as Vegeta and Trunks both tried to get their bearings upon re-entry. “Sorry to pop in so suddenly, Mr. Popo, but we need to use the Room of Spirit and Time to train,” Goku spoke to the genie while ignoring the glare from Vegeta.

Mr. Popo nodded, “Got it,” he turned to lead the group towards the room Goku spoke of. He explained as he led the way, “There is a tub, toilet and food. Good luck with training.” He well wished the lot of them. The poor genie was still in a state of shock and loss from Kami deciding to fuse with Piccolo – and now it was looking as though the effort and sacrifice had not been enough.

Vegeta settled into the back of the line the black genie led, still trying to assess if Kakarott had a hidden agenda. Their footsteps echoed hollowly as none of them spoke for a bit. Finally he asked, “Kakarott, why are you encouraging me to train, too? My final objective is you, you know.”

Goku didn’t like being reminded that Vegeta still had it out for him. He was hoping the other saiyan would have gotten over his obsession already. “Our opponent this time probably ain’t the kind of opponent one of us can beat alone.” If it was a matter of him or the planet, Goku would choose the planet every time – something he didn’t try to explain to Vegeta – the other saiyan’s mentality wasn’t the same as his. “You must have realized this too.” He resisted the urge to smirk – Vegeta wouldn’t have agreed to this training if the prince thought there was another way to defeat this enemy.

Vegeta didn’t like Kakarott’s implication, “You may come to regret doing this.”

Goku hoped he wouldn’t, but didn’t have time to retort before Mr. Popo was offering them the door to the chamber so much depended on. “Here. Who will use first?” the caretaker asked.

“Vegeta and myself,” Goku responded. He squatted down and hugged his son. “I’ll see you in twenty-four hours.”

Gohan nodded as he hugged his father in return and then let him go with a worried look. He watched as Vegeta brushed by Trunks without even acknowledging the other’s existence and sighed as Trunks’ eyes followed the saiyan in blue.

“Okay,” Mr. Popo agreed before he opened the door. “Enter,” he instructed. Vegeta waited for Kakarott to enter first – only because he wanted to ascertain that this wasn’t some sort of trap. He was only a few steps behind Kakarott, barely over the threshold, when he heard Kakarott’s whelp wish them good luck and then the door closed.

At first he wasn’t very impressed with what he saw. It looked more like a room in a house rather than a training facility: although he could detect thinner air, greater gravity and a rise in temperature. Everything was regarded with suspicion – including Kakarott, who made a beeline for a certain section of the room they had entered. “What are you doing?”

“I am starving!” Goku hollered back as he opened storage cabinets. “I haven’t eaten since I recovered, and I don’t think I ate while I was ill!”

“Hn,” Vegeta shook his head as he wandered a different direction than the one the idiot had. He noted beds as he headed towards what looked to be a dais. The prince felt his eyes widen as he took in the scope of the area – and saw a vast reaching nothing. “What is this?”

“Wha?” Goku mumbled around a mouthful of bread and butter.

“This place! With the exception of the building we are standing in, there is nothing here,” Vegeta growled. He didn’t know what he had expected – perhaps something with a sky and a landscape – not this sterile environment.

“Oh, that. You’ll get used to it and besides, with the kind of training we are doing, it’s better if there isn’t anything to destroy.”

Vegeta could feel his temple twitch as he folded his arms and turned away from the view. In space there had been stars to pass the time and let you know reality still existed. It looked as though the only thing to gauge the outside world by were the clocks on the walls and ceiling as well as two huge hourglasses. He wondered what would happen if one of those were destroyed. Either way, as much as he hated to admit it to himself, this place was suitable for training. Even the echoing silence was nice – while it lasted. He glared at his rival as the man ate with resounding noise.

Goku looked up when he felt as though he was being watched, “Want some?” he asked with his mouth full.

It had been three days since he had eaten. Vegeta couldn’t help but sneer and respond, “As long as I don’t have to eat it off your plate.”

Goku shrugged and then pointed in the direction of what served as a kitchen, “It’s that way.”

Turning his attention away from Kakarott, Vegeta headed in the direction the other had indicated. He was pleasantly surprised at the amount of food containers he found, but concerned, “Is there enough here for a whole year?”

“Relax!” Goku shouted, “We’ll never run out.”

“What do you mean?” Vegeta asked suspiciously.

Goku shrugged, “The room monitors itself. All I know is that when you wake up the storage has replenished.”

“How?” Vegeta demanded.

Goku spoke while chewing, “I don’t know, Vegeta. I never asked. I just – ya know – went with it.”

Vegeta’s eyes narrowed even as he reached for the closest container. He pulled it off the shelf and then stood, waiting for something to happen. He tired of the waiting game quickly though. He grabbed another of the jars off the shelf before he went to the table Kakarott was using as a dining table.

Goku didn’t laugh as Vegeta tore the top off of one of the jars, grunting at what he found inside, although he wanted to. He figured the other saiyan would get used to the fact the food wasn’t always ready made. He finished off his meal quickly to the sound of Vegeta munching through the contents of the first container. He picked up his jars and took them to the counter.

“Where are you going?” Vegeta asked around his mouthful.

“I thought I would stretch while I waited for you to finish,” Goku stated.

Vegeta set the container on the table, “I’m finished now.”

Goku sighed to himself mentally. This was going to be more work than just standard training. “Well, let’s get to it,” he said, leading the way to the open space. He stood a moment at the top of the stairs, taking a moment to reflect on his memories of this place. Not pleasant – although he wondered if maybe training alone would be a better option than what he was about to face as Vegeta stepped around him.

“Why are you hesitating?” Vegeta asked as he continued down the stairs.

“No reason, I guess,” Goku stepped even with the prince at the ground level.

“Then shall we start?” Vegeta prodded as he began gathering his energy to ascend to Super Saiyan.

With a sigh Goku followed his example.

Goku laid on the chamber’s floor a beaten, bruised and bloody mess. Thankfully he wasn’t the only one in this condition. Vegeta lay meters from him in a similar state, parts of his uniform burnt away and his chest armor cracked. Goku had lost a boot somewhere. “I need a rest,” he groaned out.

Vegeta lay panting with his vision blurring in one eye as he tried to get Kakarott’s words to register. “Rest?” he finally asked.

“We’ve been fighting for seventy-six hours, Vegeta,” Goku tried not to let his exasperation bleed through his response. Vegeta had grudgingly allowed breaks for food and only because the prince’s stomach would chime in quickly after his had. Gratefully it only sounded like he was worn out. “We don’t have sensu here,” he continued, “And I am not even certain there are changes of clothing.”

“What?” Vegeta asked, too tired to put as much surprise into his response as he felt.

“If we keep going at this rate, we’re going to end up going back in bed sheets or towels,” Goku stated.

Vegeta grunted his understanding. He tried to muster the energy to sit up. It took a moment and with nothing more than stubbornness and will power he forced himself to sit. It took even more than that to stand.

Goku looked over at the prince with pure admiration. He had to hand it to the other saiyan – he was one tough nut. He was going to crawl though. He rolled himself over to his stomach and pressed himself up with a grunt.

Vegeta looked back while taking unsteady steps. The sight of Kakarott crawling was – well, humorous. He couldn’t help the chuckle and then tensed, although he was able to hide the grunt of pain. His ribcage was definitely bruised. He took a moment to breath steadily before asking, “Where’s the tub that servant mentioned?”

Goku panted as he looked up at the building that seemed forever away, “I think it’s the right annex of the building.” He dropped his head tiredly as he persisted his way forward after Vegeta continued on without looking back.

What seemed like hours later Goku realized the obstacle he was crawling around was Vegeta. “Hey,” he nudged the other in the leg with a fist, almost falling forward off balance for his effort. Vegeta’s response was a snore. Goku didn’t have the energy to shrug as he continued, collapsing a few feet away shortly after deciding that sleeping would be good at the moment. A bath could wait.

Goku could have sworn he had just closed his eyes before he was dreaming something had a hold of his ankle and was haltingly dragging him somewhere on his back. As dreams went, this wasn’t bad, but it went against Goku’s nature to let anything move him while he was – they were – going in a direction he had no control over. He tried jerking his foot back – finding it very strange that although he could feel in this dream he had yet to see anything.

“Knock it off, Kakarott, or I will leave your ass here,” Vegeta’s gruff voice infused in his dream.

“Oh,” Goku’s eyes cracked open enough to see a blurred outline of Vegeta’s blue suit and dark hair before his eyes closed again, “Mm. Why are you dragging me?” Goku asked, not able to come up with anything cleverer.

Vegeta grunted, having wondered the same thing himself before dropping the other saiyan’s foot, “You’re awake now. You’re on your own.”

It wasn’t quite the response he’d hoped for, but Goku figured it was probably all he was going to get, and discussion, even after his nap, seemed like a waste of good energy. He rolled himself back to his stomach, turned himself around and started crawling again, only to find another obstacle in his way. He growled in annoyance before he realized he was trying to crawl over one of the steps to the building. He looked up in surprise and caught one last glimpse of the Vegeta before the prince disappeared into the right annex of the building. He pressed himself to stand, grimaced at the trail of blood that spread out into the distance of the chamber before turning to track the bloody foot prints into the tub annex.

“What are you doing?” Goku looked up at Vegeta’s growled question as he stepped into the annex. Vegeta already had his armor and gloves off. The prince was currently in the process of ditching his shirt.

“I was hoping to get cleaned up,” Goku mumbled. He wanted a hot soak and then to fall into one of the beds. If he remembered correctly, the mattresses here were heavenly - certainly a far cry from sleeping on whatever the floor of the chamber was made out of.

“I was here first, you’re going to have to wait,” Vegeta stated as he finally managed to get one of his arms untangled from his training suit.

Goku subconsciously noted the bit of nude skin against navy as he slumped against the wall in the steam filled room and then slid until he was sitting. That seemed fair – seeing how he wouldn’t even be this close if Vegeta hadn’t dragged him here.

“I’d like some privacy, Kakarott,” Vegeta growled as he got his other arm and head out of his shirt.

Goku groaned and leaned his head back against the wall, closing his eyes, “Too tired to go back.”

“Hn” normally Vegeta would have made a bigger issue out of Kakarott’s excuse, but he didn’t want to waste the energy it would take to make Kakarott do anything. He turned and started the water filling the tub. Then he began peeling off his pants, cursed at himself for forgetting his boots and leaned against the edge of the tub in order to get them loosened from around his ankles before kicking them off. A moment later he was out of his pants and struggling to lift his worn-out left leg over the edge of the tub to get in.

“Vegeta?” Goku asked as he watched the other try to get into the tub.

“What?” Vegeta set his foot back on the floor.

“Don’t you want to rinse off before you get in?” Goku asked. From the puzzled look he was given Goku thought maybe Vegeta didn’t understand. “There’s soap and a basket and a stool,” he pointed to each object as he named them, “I think this is one of those set ups where you get cleaned off before you get in the water.”

Vegeta grunted, pleased he wasn’t going to have to sit in his own filth in while soaking in the water – he had wondered about the lack of a shower. He pulled the stool closer to the tub before getting the soap and basket from the shelf they were on. He snorted at an odd assortment of other bottles – hand lotions and the like. Although, now that he had the items he did need his brain was distracting his tired mind from the task at hand….

“You use the basket to dip out water and pour it over yourself,” Goku said tiredly.

“Are you watching me?” Vegeta asked Kakarott.

“Uh – I guess?” Goku replied – he hadn’t really been thinking about it.

“Pervert,” Vegeta was certain there weren’t any such thoughts going on in his rival’s mind, but he couldn’t help the dig.

“Oh – a, sorry, Vegeta,” Goku closed his eyes. He heard water moving in the tub and a moment later the sound of it splashing on the floor accompanied drops of warm liquid hitting his bare foot. There seemed to be a hesitation before there was a repeat of the same process. “Then you get the soap, lather yourself up and then rinse it off.”

“Thank you very much, Kakarott.”

Goku wasn’t certain if the comment was made sarcastically or in irritation. He shrugged to himself – didn’t matter much, he’d already said it, “I was just trying to help.”

“Do you want to do this?” Vegeta asked – this time Goku could tell it was asked with irritation and sarcasm.

Well, he was becoming irritated himself. “Only if you want me to,” he said suggestively. A snort from the prince told him he had hit his mark. “Think you could stand it?” he knew he should stop, but it seemed his impulse control over what came out of his mouth had gone the same place as his energy. “Having my soapy hands all over you?” Now that he had said it, Goku really wished that he hadn’t – because he was imagining it. What would it be like to roam sudsy hands all over that muscular body?

“Shut up, Kakarott.” Vegeta understood his rival was trying to get under his skin, but the idiot clearly could pretend to be a pervert when he wanted to. He started lathering the soap when it seemed as though the other wasn’t going to continue his game of words. Too bad – he had sort of hoped it would go on; it was genuinely the first conversation Vegeta could remember having with the third class that he’d marginally enjoyed.

Goku cracked his eyes open as the verbal silence continued. Just enough to make sure Vegeta was going through the motions, because he wanted to get cleaned off as soon as the other saiyan was done. At least, that’s what he told himself. Really – Vegeta wasn’t someone who needed constant watch, but then…

Although he didn’t let onto the fact he knew Kakarott was watching Vegeta was very aware of the other’s eyes on him. He wondered if it were because the other was merely curious, really was a pervert, or if, in fact, he was – well – interested. In him. That was a slightly disquieting thought. Only slightly because, to be honest with himself, he knew Kakarott was at least passable to look at. A far cry easier on the eyes than Nappa – it was a toss up as to who was more annoying when they spoke. He growled to himself and quickly finished rinsing. He settled into the tub quickly after – an appreciative sigh escaping him.

Goku stood and began undressing as soon as he affirmed Vegeta was in the tub. “What are you doing?” he dropped his shirt to the floor as Vegeta growled at him.

He grimaced at a whole in the back of it. “I’m taking my clothes off,” Goku stated – even though he was fairly certain what he was doing was obvious.

Vegeta’s eyes narrowed, “Why?”

Goku resisted the urge to sigh, “Because I want to get scrubbed off so I can get in the tub…”

“You are not getting in here with me, clown.” Vegeta couldn’t believe the saiyan had the audacity to even think such a thing – at least not without a clear invitation from him.

Goku’s eyes narrowed; he wasn’t about to sit on the outside while Vegeta sat in the water for who knew how long. “What? You afraid I am going to molest you or somethin’?” Goku said jokingly. He expected a grunt or something from the other saiyan. Instead he didn’t receive any response. “Vegeta? You know that was a joke, right?”

Finally, “Do you even know what that word means?” Vegeta asked.

“Uh…sort of…” Goku responded with wariness. Maybe he had thought of it as a joke, but now he knew Vegeta obviously didn’t think it was funny. “I’ll wear my pants,” Goku offered hopefully.

“Those things are filthy,” Vegeta argued, but Goku could tell he was wearing down.

“I’ll rinse them off as best I can before I get in. Come on, Vegeta. There is more than enough room in there for both of us.” It was a big tub. Goku guessed there was enough room in there that, sitting at opposite ends, their feet wouldn’t even touch.

“Fine, get scrubbed off and get in,” Vegeta snarled. It wasn’t worth the effort to keep arguing with the other saiyan. The best chance he had of getting the other to shut up so he could finally relax was if he let the bigger man in with him.

“Not if you’re afraid I am going to molest you.” Goku didn’t want to have to deal with Vegeta angst the whole time they were going to be stuck together. Less than four days of it was driving him crazy – he didn’t want to think about a whole year.

“I’m not afraid,” Vegeta growled his response a bit too forcefully.

“You want me to molest you?” Goku knew at the same time he said it that it wasn’t the best response he could have come up with.

“KAKAROTT! Get your mind out of the gutter and get your ass in the fucking tub!” Vegeta was once again reminded of the reason he persisted in calling the other saiyan ‘clown’.

“Okay” Goku began stripping again.

“I thought you said you were going to wear those,” Vegeta said as Kakarott started taking his pants off.

“I can’t get scrubbed off with them on,” Goku smirked as he continued to pull them off, “Are you watching me?”

Vegeta shrugged, “What if I am?” he asked, not even fazed.

That wasn’t the response Goku had been hoping for, “Pervert,” he copied Vegeta intentionally a second time.

“Never said I wasn’t.” Vegeta didn’t technically agree – but technically he didn’t deny it either. He relaxed further in the tub with a feeling of accomplishment when he caught sight of the faint blush cross Kakarott’s cheeks. It was a very satisfying feeling – that, and the idiot had stopped talking.

Goku toed the stool away from the tub in order to sit while he rinsed. He dipped the bowl into the tub so he could rinse, noting Vegeta’s eyes open slightly at the disturbance in the water before the other closed them again. He dumped the water over his head to hide his smirk and gasped as it stung his back. “Hey, Vegeta?”

Vegeta cracked his eyes open. “What now, Kakarott?” his eyes opened further as the other saiyan stood, getting a good eyeful of the other’s naked form.

“How badly is my back injured?” Goku asked over his shoulder.

Vegeta drew his eyes away from Kakarott’s well-formed ass, up his back, grimacing at the marks he saw. “I can’t tell. Give me the bowl,” he said, stretching out his hand for the object while shifting to his knees in the tub.

Goku handed Vegeta the bowl, not very comforted by the response. Anything other than ‘get over it’ from Vegeta meant it was certainly more than just passing. “Sit,” Vegeta ordered and Goku adjusted the stool and sat, regardless of the fact the demand was more like a command you’d expect a dog to obey. He gasped and shuddered as Vegeta poured another bowl of water directly over his back. The next bowl wasn’t so bad. “Soap,” he saw Vegeta’s hand in his peripheral view before looking on the floor for the soap. He handed it back after retrieving it.

Vegeta lathered his hands quickly, leaning his torso over the edge of the tub in order to rub the soap superficially over Kakarott’s back as the other hissed the tiniest bit and jerked in reaction to his touch. He used just enough pressure to clean away some of the dried blood. “Kakarott, grab the bowl and fill it so I can rinse my hands off – if you will,” he instructed while keeping his hands well away from the clean water he kneeled in.

Goku grabbed the bowl, turning so he could fill it from the tub. He stopped shy of head butting Vegeta in the process, his eyes locking onto Vegeta’s gaze accidentally. “Oh, sorry,” he said, changing his course belatedly as Vegeta leaned away.

Vegeta held his hands out further as Kakarott held the basket and poured water over them. He took the bowl back and filled it. “Turn.” He poured water over the other’s back, tsking as a few faint streams of fresh blood mixed with the clear water. “Looks to be a bunch of abrasions, nothing that won’t heal soon.”

Goku’s shoulders slouched. “So much for a soak…” he squawked and arched as something cool unexpectedly blew over his back. “Vegeta, what the hell!?” he asked, not daring to turn.

Vegeta’s surprised gaze turned quickly to a smirk. “If the cuts are dry you’d be able to get in. The towels were too far away to bother with.”

“You were blowing on my back?” Goku asked – he just…couldn’t picture it.

“Would you prefer I use ki?” Vegeta asked, “Think you could handle it? My ki charged hands all over your body?” Vegeta managed a weak chuckle at his lame attempt of mimicry. Goku was too stunned by the images that flashed through his mind to respond.

Vegeta cleared his throat, “Well, do you?”

“Uh….”

Vegeta smirked, wondering if he had managed to get Kakarott to blush again. He let ki charge the palms of his hands before placing them directly over the cuts on the other saiyan’s back. He growled lowly when Kakarott tensed and then relaxed. He smirked, “See? Not so bad, is it, Kakarott?”

Goku didn’t trust himself to respond verbally, so he just shook his head. Whatever Vegeta was doing wasn’t at all similar to what happened when Dende had healed them during their fight with Freiza. It felt disturbingly erotic, as a matter of fact. “Vegeta, stop,” he squeaked.

The older saiyan drew his hands away. “You going to get in?” he knew exactly what Kakarott was trying to hide.

Goku sat on the stool trying to will himself to calm down. A moment later he snatched his wet pants off the ground.

“What are you doing?”

“I am going to scrub them so I can wear them while I’m in the tub with you,” Goku explained.

“Don’t bother. Just get in,” Vegeta suggested. He dipped down to hide his smirk as Kakarott dropped the clothing he’d picked up, stood and then quickly got in the tub. The prince wasn’t disappointed. He caught quick glimpses at various angles before Kakarott was sitting chest deep in water, but it was enough to have been intriguing. He continued to stare after Kakarott closed his eyes and rested his head back on the edge of the tub with a content sigh. Vegeta took a moment to set his feelings aside and look without letting his prejudices interfere. With his eyes closed, mouth slightly open and silent – Kakarott was certainly something to look at. For a moment he wondered what it might be like if Kakarott were mute. He tossed that idea out. A totally silent saiyan would be even more annoying than one that ran off at the mouth without thinking before he spoke. At least with this one he didn’t have to guess at what was trying to be communicated.

Vegeta smirked and relaxed further into the water as he continued with his train of thought. So, to have a minimal verbal Kakarott – that would take some sort of gag. Vegeta felt his smirk become devious at the thought and then quickly wiped it from his face even as he plotted. What would it take to get the other saiyan to submit to a gag? Well, these were his thoughts; he didn’t have to have a reason, right? A naked, gagged Kakarott – there were all sorts of possibilities with that idea.

A curious noise Vegeta made had Goku opening his eyes. It could have been a grunt or a very short chuckle – he couldn’t tell. The look on the other saiyan’s face was a bit disconcerting. A small smirk with glazed over eyes – “Vegeta?” when he received no response Goku thought the prince might be asleep with his eyes open, “Hello? Vegeta?” he asked again, leaning forward and waving a hand in front of the other’s face.

Vegeta snapped out of his reverie at the rude movement from Kakarott. “What is it?”

Goku sat back with a small frown on his face. “I thought maybe you’d fallen asleep with your eyes open,” he said with a huff. “Don’t fall asleep. I’ll have to crawl over there and wake you.”

“Try it,” Vegeta dared.

“You’d be asleep, you wouldn’t be aware enough to stop me until it was too late,” Goku retorted. He closed his eyes when enough time had elapsed he figured Vegeta wouldn’t respond any time soon. Once again he leaned his head back with a content sigh. “This feels wonderful.”

Vegeta didn’t bother responding. He was too interested in what looked wonderful. Memories of Kakarott’s anatomy before he was half submerged in the bath water were teasingly not enough – they actually made him more curious. He didn’t want to ask questions – that would just give the third class a reason to talk and he never knew from one moment to the next if the words coming out of Kakarott’s mouth were going to annoy the crap out of him or make him wonder what other thoughts went on in that third class brain. Kakarott with devious thoughts – now there was something to ponder.

Although he knew Vegeta was staring at him, Goku refused to open his eyes. He just felt too damn good while sitting in the hot water. Still, it was a bit unnerving to have such a person continue to stare at him and Vegeta could be doing so for any number of reasons. The first reason that came to mind was the possibility the other saiyan was trying to intimidate him into leave the tub early. Goku had already decided he wasn’t going to leave until he was damned good and ready. He smiled as he relaxed even further – stretching his arms up to the sides of the tub, hoping his body language would tell Vegeta that he wasn’t the least bit intimidated or concerned.

One of Vegeta’s eyebrows rose when Kakarott unexpectedly lifted his arms to rest them on the sides of the tub. The position left him extremely vulnerable. It wasn’t a position one should take when they weren’t certain of the motivation of the person they were with. Either that, or it was a very rude, though subtle, challenge. He smirked and moved in the water - just enough to make some splashing and jostle the liquid to see how Kakarott would react. He narrowed his eyes when Kakarott’s smile grew the tiniest bit bigger. A challenge then – he’d see just how far Kakarott wanted to push it. He smirked before he spoke. “Keep your eyes shut and don’t move your hands.”

Goku frowned, but did as Vegeta ordered – they’d have to have a discussion about ‘ordering around’ later, when they had more clothes on – thinking the other saiyan was getting out of the tub as the water swished about in the tub. A moment later he felt weight on his thighs, what he assumed were Vegeta’s hands over his wrists and of all things lips pressing against his. Well, this was decidedly a strange way for Vegeta to make him want to get out of the tub and it wasn’t going to work. He kissed back.

Vegeta wasn’t certain which surprised him more – Kakarott not jumping out of his skin when their lips connected, Kakarott not opening his mouth to say something or Kakarott kissing back. He had sort of been looking forward to seeing a blush cross the other saiyan’s features again. Of course from this close it was difficult to tell if the other was maybe blushing only faintly. He could tell the other had kept his eyes closed though as he had watched him as best as possible the whole time. He slipped his tongue across Kakarott’s lips to see how the other would react to that.

Maybe he shouldn’t have opened his mouth, Goku decided. He had intended on asking Vegeta exactly what he thought was doing. Instead Vegeta’s tongue slipped into his mouth – and if that wasn’t distracting…the way it was sliding up against his and the way he automatically wanted to suck on it, because it was nice. A weird thing to happen, but it was nice. The pressure on his thighs increased as Vegeta leaned forward and Goku remembered he needed to breath at some point and time, because the saiyan’s tongue wasn’t going to provide him with the oxygen he needed to survive – although that would be wonderful if it did some how. He pulled back slightly. “B’ge-ah. I’m nah ge’ing ou’ ov eh ‘ub.”

Things had been going interesting places until the moron chose to speak, ruining the whole fantasy. Vegeta pulled back with a sigh and stood. “That’s all right, Kakarott. I am.”

Goku’s eyes snapped open automatically as he began to protest Vegeta moving, standing, stopping their kiss in the middle of it all. Water dripped off the prince and splashed back into the tub and Goku froze. Whatever objection he was about to make went silent as his mouth grew dry and his tongue apparently went numb. And then he shut his eyes again – not that it helped. The imagery still lingered large as life behind his closed eyelids.

A blush blossomed over Kakarott’s features as Vegeta stood, and the saiyan prince smirked, realizing some where along the way the idiot had opened his eyes. He frowned when the moron grabbed one of his wrists though. “What do you think you are doing?”

“I was going to ask you the same thing,” Goku responded. Was Vegeta really going to kiss and run? What kind of game was his highness playing at?

“I said I was getting out,” Vegeta tugged at his wrist.

“That’s not what I meant and you know it,” Goku said, finally opening his eyes and looking up instead of directly ahead this time.

“Let go of my wrist,” Vegeta snarled. He could make Kakarott do so, but he wasn’t certain if the tub would survive such a struggle – and if they were going to be in this hell hole training for a whole year then he’d want a way to get the other saiyan’s stink off of him.

“Not until I get some answers, Vegeta. We are here to train – we don’t have time for games like these.” Goku decided Vegeta angst for a whole year was looking like the better option than whatever else the prince was playing at.

“It wasn’t a game…”

“Then what would you call it?” Goku hoped Vegeta had a reasonable answer.

“Impulse, I guess.”

“Impulse?” Goku asked incredulously. Normal people didn’t kiss someone on impulse; of course, when was Vegeta ever normal? Well, he could do things on impulse also…

“I answered your question, let go of me.” Vegeta shifted as Kakarott’s other hand came to rest on his hip. “What are you doing, fool?”

Goku’s hand slipped back as Vegeta tried to shift out of reach. The astonishment on Vegeta’s face as he accidentally grabbed his ass could only mean imminent retribution if he didn’t think of something quickly. He took advantage of the prince’s utter shock and pulled him back into the water. Goku grunted slightly as Vegeta’s knees dug into his thighs again, but quickly cut off whatever Vegeta was about to say to – more like yell at – him with a kiss. It didn’t go as well as the first kiss, because Vegeta kept struggling, but he was determined to get his point across.

Vegeta fought to free his wrist from Kakarott’s grip after their lips were locked again. He glared while kissing until it was freed and then he pinned Kakarott’s arm to the side of the tub before the other got any bright ideas as to what to do with it. When he reached back to remove Kakarott’s other hand from his ass he missed as the third class slid his hand up his wet back and then tangled his fingers in his hair. Vegeta supposed that was tolerable. He slid his free hand up Kakarott’s side and then ran his thumb over one of his nipples.

The noise Goku let out was somewhere between a squeak and a gasp as he jerked back involuntarily. He certainly hadn’t expected Vegeta to do much more than kiss. Why he had made that determination he wasn’t certain – who knew the mind of Vegeta? Either way, it didn’t matter, because now his other hand was pinned to the side of the tub as well and Vegeta was…was…well, doing really indescribable things to his chest – nipples – with his mouth and he couldn’t keep his eyes open, let alone really describe what the man was doing. It felt good though and if Vegeta kept doing those things he was going to find out exactly how good he found it any moment now.

The only thing keeping Kakarott from thrashing around in the water were Vegeta’s knees on his thighs. It was utterly delightful to have reduced the idiot to wordlessness and to have him thrashing under him while he made those gratifying noises. At least Kakarott’s body knew what was good for him – maybe the saiyan under him wasn’t a total waste of breath after all. “Vegeta!” Okay, he could say that word and ‘yes’ and maybe ‘please’, but if he said anything else he was going to dunk his head under water. “St-top…” Vegeta growled as he released one wrist in order to press down on one of Kakarott’s shoulders.

Goku thrashed as his head went under water. There had been no warning what so ever and he’d pretty much been breathless at the time it had happened. He won his legs free from under Vegeta’s knees as he used his free hand to remove the prince’s hand on his shoulder. He came up gasping while glaring as best he could with his legs wrapped around Vegeta’s waist. “What the fuck?”

“Okay, if you want to, but I was thinking about going to get some of the hand lotion off the shelf…”

“Huh?”

The idiot had no idea what he was referring to. Vegeta smirked as he leaned forward just enough to give the fool a hint. How lovely, the blush was back – and Kakarott was stuttering. Vegeta pushed forward again, nudging the head of his erection against Kakarott with just bit more force, his cock sliding between the larger saiyan’s thighs, around his balls and then portions of his erection. The other’s head fell back as they rubbed against each other, groaning. Vegeta released the wrist he had first pinned in order to reach between them to control exactly where he wanted it to rub.

Goku squeaked again, water splashing as he drew back when Vegeta rubbed harder against his asshole. “What are you doing?” Not that it hadn’t felt good, Vegeta’s erection rubbing there, but if Vegeta applied any more pressure it wouldn’t just be rubbing.

“I am going to fuck you, Kakarott. I thought you understood that.” Vegeta growled in annoyance as Kakarott’s legs unwrapped from around his waist.

“But…wouldn’t that – hurt?”

“That’s why I was going to go get the lotion…”

Goku swallowed and looked over his shoulder before looking back, “Does that actually help?” he asked before blushing so hard even he could see the color on his cheeks out of his peripheral vision. He flinched slightly as Vegeta’s hand came out of the water and slid against his cheek.

“A little,” Vegeta said gruffly while trying valiantly to keep a predatory smirk off of his face. “I’ll show you.” When Kakarott kept silent, probably thinking about it, Vegeta stood to get the lotion so his potential partner didn’t have long enough to talk himself out of it. He was back in a few seconds, kneeling in the water between Kakarott’s legs and squeezing hand lotion out onto his fingers. He growled in frustration as it most of it washed away just after he placed his hand back in the water.

“What’s wrong?” Goku asked, still wide eyed at the fact he was seriously thinking about doing this.

Vegeta stood. “We’re going to have to do something different.” He looked at the rim of the tub, frowning before deciding it would have to do. He sat on the ledge and made a motion with his hand for Kakarott to come to him. “Come here.”

Goku stood, the water level in the tub sinking dramatically. He hesitated a moment longer before he walked over to the end of the tub Vegeta sat on. “What now?”

Vegeta hid his smirk while looking down at the hand lotion he was applying. “I want you to stand to my left,” he waited until Kakarott had done so, “And then stretch over to grip the edge of the tub…”

“Like this?” Goku asked as he bridged over Vegeta’s lap. He found the position rather awkward.

“Yes.” The other was too close to him to get a good view, but Vegeta had a feeling it would be rather provocative if he could…it was still provocative. Instead of saying anything else he pressed his fingers against Kakarott’s opening.

Goku hissed in shock at the coolness of the lotion, “Vegeta – I’m not really certain I’m ready for this…” and then Vegeta started massaging and it felt – good.

“Is that okay, Kakarott?” Vegeta asked the question posed to make the other think about it rather than just react. He placed the lotion bottle in his lap in order to grab Kakarott’s chin and gently turn the other to face him.

“Uh…yeah, that’s alright…” Goku breathed in deeply as Vegeta pressed their lips together.

Vegeta distracted Kakarott with their kiss, making sure the other was hot and heavy into it before he pressed his first finger in. He swallowed one uncertain whine from Kakarott before the other relaxed after only a few seconds and then the kiss continued unhindered. He played his tongue into Kakarott’s mouth as he began moving his finger in and out of his anus. When Kakarott’s lower back arched just the slightest bit, Vegeta removed his finger. “Don’t stop…” Kakarott breathed at him. Vegeta smiled, quickly opening the lotion and adding a bit more to his fingers before he went back to what he’d been doing that apparently Kakarott liked so much. He let the other get relaxed and into it again, that tiny signal of the other’s back losing tension before he thread his fingers in Kakarott’s hair, engaging the kiss deeper before he pressed a second finger into Kakarott. He hummed his approval when Kakarott moaned into their kiss.

It wasn’t so bad, Goku decided. When Vegeta had removed his finger that first time he had been desperate to have it back. When Vegeta began again he sucked on the prince’s tongue as it pressed in and out of his mouth, mimicking the movements he could feel inside him. The second finger was a surprise, but the stretching sensation felt wonderful – a little intrusive and strange, but good. It felt even better when he felt Vegeta’s fingers press further inside him and then the other did something with his wrist, and Goku whined even as his knees began to buckle. “Not yet,” Vegeta said against his lips, “Just a little more.” Goku gasped into his open mouth as yet another finger was added, and that crazy stretchy feeling was back.

Most virgins, and Vegeta was fairly confident in surmising Kakarott was a virgin to this type of sex, didn’t react this amenably. Not that he’d call himself an expert on such things, but the three or four he’d taken in the past certainly hadn’t adjusted so quickly. Of course, Vegeta hadn’t felt the need to be so generous – they had all had a general idea of what was to happen. The idea or concept may be new to Kakarott, but he was a natural. The thought fueled his lust just as Kakarott’s knees buckled a second time. “Okay,” he said against Kakarott’s panting mouth before he removed his fingers and stood.

Goku whined and growled, “I said don’t stop…”

One of Vegeta’s eyebrows rose, but he kept his quick temper in check. “Lay back in the water, Kakarott.” He slicked himself as best he could while the other went to the opposite side of the tub and laid back, the level of the water gaining on the sides of the tub. He slid to his knees between Kakarott’s legs; the other was quick to wrap his legs around Vegeta’s waist again. Vegeta wasted no more time.

The high pitched scream – Goku wasn’t certain what else someone would call that noise – that escaped him was somewhat embarrassing, but he soon lost track of whatever noises he was making as Vegeta continued to slide in and out of him, cooling water splashing up his chest with each forward surge the prince made. He clung desperately to the sides of the tub, his neck barely resting on the edge of the tub as Vegeta’s thrusting brought him closer and closer to getting off.

Vegeta was panting hard as he thrust into Kakarott, the excited flush over the other’s features and the wonderful moans – he should have realized Kakarott would be loud – spiraling his lust higher. He gripped Kakarott’s hips tighter in reaction to the other’s thighs and channel tensing around him. A moment later Kakarott’s climax was lost to the water sloshing in the tub and around their bodies before Vegeta could see it, but he was still able to hear Kakarott’s yell and feel the force of it. A couple more quick thrusts into that wonderful, shuddering body and Vegeta toppled over the precipice as well.

The cooling water stilled as much as it could with both saiyans breathing hard. Vegeta groaned as he disengaged from Kakarott’s body, the other’s legs clinging to his hips a moment longer before reluctantly releasing him. The prince turned and stretched to drain the tub before groaning and climbing out to get the basket and soap before he stepped back in, starting the water running and scrubbing himself down. He passed the soap to Kakarott before turning to douse himself with water after filling the basket from the running tap. He stepped out and handed the basket to the other before wrapping a towel around his waist and leaving the washroom annex.

Goku was a little slower in willing himself to move and then just as reluctant to clean off. He groaned as he stretched to turn the water off, stepping out of the tub with wobbly legs. He huffed as he realized both their clothing was still in heaps and then opted to leave it until after he’d had some food and rest. It didn’t even cross his mind at the time to wonder what Vegeta had felt about what had taken place.

It did later though.

It was like trying to put his head through a wall only tougher, because it was Vegeta’s forehead he was smashing his against – repeatedly. “Stop trying to get into my pants,” what there was left of them any way, “We’ve only reached this level…” he was forced to stop speaking as Vegeta found the strength to pull back and butt up against him again.

Vegeta glared at Kakarott through the blood that was seeping somewhere on one of their foreheads and into his eyes. It irritated him to no end that Kakarott had reached this level of ascension at virtually the same time he had. He had been looking forward to lording his power over Kakarott and the third class had stole his thunder once again. “Fuck you.”

“I said no.”

Vegeta growled, managed to twine one of his shorter legs between the idiots and twist it while shoving the other away from him at the shoulders. He managed a quick ki blast as they disengaged which threw Kakarott towards the floor of the chamber. He spat in his falling rival’s general direction as he glared down, contemplating what to do. Things had been going great for a few months and then some notion the idiot had of ‘fairness’ and ‘his turn’ ruined everything. That was never going to happen. At least not without a fight and Kakarott refused to fight on those terms because they had a goal to reach as well as a deadline. Well, they had reached that goal and Kakarott still wasn’t giving it up.

Vegeta frowned; or maybe they hadn’t. Yes, they had reached the next level, but they hadn’t defeated the enemy that had caused them to reach for this level in the first place. The idiot was notoriously soft when it came to Earth. Maybe he was distracted because Cell was still out there while they were in here. The prince turned to glare at the hourglasses he could barely make out in the distance. They were both more than three quarters full. He turned his attention back as he felt his rival’s energy flare.

Goku shook the dizziness off and then flew at Vegeta again. “We need to talk,” he said once he was within speaking distance. For once, Vegeta seemed to actually contemplate the concept. Or maybe he wasn’t.

“A wager.”

“A What?” Goku had no idea what Vegeta was talking about.

“A bet, take a risk, game of…”

“I knew what you meant – just not how you wanted to make it work,” Goku growled. Anything that gave him even the chance of topping Vegeta – other than rape – was worth at least hearing the prince out. Especially if it were via Vegeta’s suggestion.

Vegeta was silent only a moment longer before he gave the third class his spiel, “We’ve both reached the level that we could beat Cell,” he waited for some sort of indicator, in this case it was a nod, that the other agreed or at least understood. “I think the best way to settle this is the first one who defeats our enemy.”

“The first one to defeat Cell gets to top?” Goku asked, just to make sure.

Vegeta refused to smirk. “Yes.”

Goku frowned, trying to think it out. It seemed reasonable – really, if Vegeta did win he wasn’t losing anything – knowing the prince as he did though, the other probably thought there was some sort of catch. “What happens if we can’t decide whose attack defeated him?” Goku asked.

Vegeta was surprised at the question. Did Kakarott think they’d be fighting at the same time? “We’d take turns…”

“But who gets to go first?” was Goku’s concern. He was fairly certain that whomever had the opportunity to fight Cell first wasn’t going to waste it with something like this hanging on the line.

Now that was something Vegeta hadn’t had time to think of. He didn’t think Kakarott would take very well to him saying something along the lines of ‘I am prince, so I get to’ – yeah…something else. Oh, “Jan-ken-pon,” Vegeta smirked.

Goku grinned back. “Okay” he turned his full attention to Vegeta as he set his body ready for the game.

Vegeta’s face settled as he grew serious. He placed one fist in his palm and at the same time as Kakarott they counted to three, their fists raising and dropping with the numbers one and two and forming their decision on three. Kakarott said nothing as Vegeta smirked. The other had formed scissors – he had chosen rock. “I go first.”

Goku sighed, “When…”

Vegeta shrugged just before turning away. “I don’t see any reason to stall. Now,” and he took off for the chamber’s door.

Trunks wasn’t waiting patiently at the Lookout. He didn’t know Tien very well, but he had felt the fighter’s ki faltering as he used a very powerful attack against Cell repeatedly. It had taken everything within the lavender haired youth’s power to keep Gohan from going to Piccolo’s aid before they had felt the namek’s ki disappear altogether. Even after he had combined with this world’s Kami the namek’s power was stronger than a Super Saiyan, but still not enough. “I’m going to…” he didn’t have time to finish his statement before the chamber’s door opened and two streaks flew past them.

“What’s going on?” Gohan turned to Trunks for answers.

“VEGETA! WAIT UP!” Trunks and Gohan both looked towards the sound of Goku’s voice.

Amazingly Vegeta had halted and Gohan and Trunks were able to see them levitating as they discussed something, but now that Goku wasn’t shouting they couldn’t hear what was being said. Then it looked as though Goku placed his hand on Vegeta’s shoulder and the two of them weren’t there any more.

“It looked and felt like they had reached a new level,” Gohan stated as he once again looked to the older demi for confirmation.

Trunks swallowed, “Was your dad wearing any clothes?”

Gohan blinked, “It looked like he had cutoffs on…” and his weighted boots; not that Gohan cared. His dad liked to run around naked. His mom was always yelling at him about it too. He was more surprised they had both come out of the room as Super Saiyans. “Should we follow them?”

The older demi shook his head, “I think we should start our training, if that’s okay, Mr. Popo,” he finished, including the genie.

Mr. Popo nodded his head, “Mr. Popo sees no reason why you should not. Please, come this way.”

Goku IT’d them between Cell’s location and Tien’s waning ki.

Cell recognized the saiyans on sight, “Son Goku?” However he wasn’t given enough time to formulate a plan before the other saiyan that had shown up with him was in his face.

“Nothing personal,” Vegeta said before he started fighting his opponent.

Goku took the opportunity presented to gather up Tien and then he felt Piccolo’s ki near by. He ascertained Vegeta was going to be all right for a few minutes on his own before he gathered Piccolo as well and took them to the Lookout.

Cell growled as he felt Goku’s ki leave. At the rate Prince Vegeta was going that may be the only time he ever saw Goku – let alone fulfill his objective of killing the saiyan. He needed to stall. Data in his memory said the saiyan before him was notorious for his arrogance. “How did you get so strong?! Nothing in my memories tells me you could have reached this level of power! Super Saiyan…”

“I’ve gone beyond Super Saiyan. I am Super Vegeta,” the prince may have a bet to win, but he wanted Goku there to witness it so there were no doubts about their wager. That, and there was still a tiny part of himself delighting in the android’s fear.

“Super Vegeta you say?” It didn’t make any sense to Cell, but if this saiyan wanted to call himself by such ridiculous titles he’d keep the moron talking until he could figure out what secrets would unlock the same amount of power in himself – especially after he defeated this nuisance and found android 18 and absorbed her. “W-what’s that?”

Where was the idiot? He should be fighting instead of waiting for Kakarott to get back from playing doctor. “It’d be too much trouble to explain in detail. Imagine whatever you like yourself.”

“Swagger around as Super Vegeta, will you? In the future you have been killed by Android 17! I have absorbed the power of number 17 as well. Even a child would understand which of us must be stronger!” Cell could feel himself shaking with rage and annoyance. This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen!

It was kind of pathetic, really, the way the android was throwing this child-like tantrum. “Hmph. So this is what they mean when it’s said that someone is yelping as much as a weak dog,” Vegeta smirked as he noted his statement had certainly hit a sensitive spot in the android’s personality. “If you’ve got enough spare time to go on prattling like that, why not worry after your own well-being instead? However hopeless that may be.” Vegeta turned his back so Cell would realize just how unconcerned about him that he was.

Cell took the opportunity present and began gathering energy to attack Vegeta with one of the prick’s own signature attacks. He was slightly distracted as the saiyan he knew to be Son Goku from his memories came back just as suddenly as he had left.

“You haven’t finished him yet, Vegeta?” Goku couldn’t believe what he was seeing. It looked like Vegeta was just ignoring the enemy. And the prince called him names like ‘moron’ and ‘idiot’?

“I was just waiting on you, Kakarott,” Vegeta said before he barely powered up while turning and fired a blast at Cell.

He thought he would have more time to prepare – damn them! Cell screamed as ki energy burnt through is exoskeleton. The noise was cut off as it burnt through the soft tissue of his vocal cords.

Vegeta smirked at his handy work before turning to Kakarott, “I win.”

Goku was sort of disappointed – Cell hadn’t stood a chance against them. That had been all too quick, but at least he knew Vegeta was serious. That was somewhat of a relief. There had come a point in the chamber he had thought Vegeta was taking everything for granted. He startled out of his memories as he felt Vegeta’s hand slide up his bare shoulder and to the back of his neck. “W-what?”

Vegeta smirked as he brought Kakarott’s head down for a proper kiss. The other saiyan never could resist them. That, and to stop the other from speaking. He got the point quickly enough; Vegeta intended to claim his win now. The kiss progressed quickly to touching and portions of Vegeta’s armor being removed – Kakarott hardly had any clothing left – and then the idiot stopped moaning and started flailing around. “Kakarott, what are you doing?”

“Vegeta, behind you!” Even as Goku tried to grab the front of Vegeta’s shirt to pull him out of the way, the prince resisted by stepping back – straight into Cell’s purely physical attack. Vegeta’s hair turned black as he lost consciousness and dropped to the ground.

“Hahaha – that was simply too easy!” Cell chuckled as he began to step onto the prince’s rib cage to crush it.

Goku flew at the other leading with his elbow, connecting with the android’s chest and knocking him away from Vegeta. “How…”

Cell wiped spittle and blood from his lips, “Tsk. I have Piccolo’s cells in me. I can regenerate.” He really was the perfect being – it was about time someone finally recognized him for what he was. He didn’t need to breathe, so he could live in space. He could regenerate, thanks to Piccolo. And his power would only continue to increase with each near death he was exposed to, thanks to all his saiyan donors.

Goku held his ground as Cell began to take a stance. What Cell said was only partially true. If Piccolo’s head was destroyed then the namek wouldn’t be able to revive – and Vegeta had definitely destroyed the android’s head – heck, Goku had thought the android was nothing but ash. So, it was something else. I have Piccolo’s cells in me. Cells…maybe if even one of this android’s cells remained he could regenerate? Was that possible? In this case Goku didn’t care; overkill would be the way to go. “Ka”

“You think I don’t know that attack?” Cell asked, taking up a pose similar to Goku’s.

Goku didn’t care if Cell knew all of his moves; he didn’t have the power to fuel them that he had. “Me-ha”

Cell hurriedly caught up in forming his ki.

“ME-HA!” Simultaneous streams of blue ki collided, the force of it shoving both participants opposite directions, feet digging rows in the dirt. Goku reset his focus so he wasn’t sliding back any more. There was an unconscious Vegeta somewhere behind him, after all. He increased his ki – it was amazing the amount of power this form held; he didn’t even have to yell to get it to come to his aid.

By the time Cell realized he wasn’t on par with his opponent it was already too late.

Goku followed his enemy’s demise, walking his attack into the area Cell had stood and razing everything with his ki. He wouldn’t allow Cell to regenerate. It had been a mistake on both their parts not to realize what Cell was capable of.

By the time he finished and returned to Vegeta the prince was finally rousing, “Gah…what happened?” he asked as he rubbed his neck and rotated his shoulder.

“Cell regenerated. I was trying to warn you and get you out of the way when he knocked you unconscious,” Goku stated. “Are you okay?”

Vegeta snarled at the question, but didn’t look up at Kakarott. He had lost. He had been an utter fool to think the job was done – and he lost the wager.

“Hey…I asked if you were okay…”

“I’m fine, Kakarott,” Vegeta growled as he stood, dusting off his pants before finally looking up. “You win.”

Goku blinked at Vegeta, “What?”

“I said ‘you win’,” Vegeta snarled and as he drew his gloves off.

“Vegeta – you think that’s all I care about?” Goku asked.

“Why shouldn’t it be?” Vegeta snarled.

Goku swallowed as he watched Vegeta start to take his shirt off. “You want to do this here?”

“I was going to…”

“Yeah – but there isn’t anything here…” There may have been a time in the chamber Vegeta could have taken him without lube, but Goku was fairly certain the prince wouldn’t be able to do so without problems. Problems Goku didn’t find at all appealing. “Come on.” He said, lifting off the ground as Vegeta stared at him.

“Where are you going?” Vegeta asked as he came level with Kakarott.

“No one’s at my house. We’ll go there…”

Vegeta snorted, “I am not having sex in the same bed you sleep with that banshee in.”

Goku frowned, “Capsule Corp?” It seemed Bulma wasn’t there, although he could detect that both her parents were home. He knew from conversations they’d had while training in the chamber that Vegeta and Bulma weren’t an item. The same conversations where he’d explained that he hadn’t been able to touch Chichi intimately the last month Gohan, Piccolo and himself had been training non-stop for the android threat – his strength had been too great.

“Fine.” Vegeta gathered his chest armor and gloves from the ground, clutching them as Kakarott’s hand came to his shoulder and the island around them disappeared and Mrs. Briefs’ garden materialized.

“Oh my,” Mrs. Briefs fanned herself. She had turned at a noise behind her and almost planted her face into Goku’s bare chest. The man certainly had muscles.

“Hi Mrs. Briefs,” Goku said quickly before grabbing Vegeta’s arm and dragging him out of the garden before the blonde’s eyes could get any wider. He didn’t think he could remember a time when he’d actually seen them open.

Vegeta stumbled to a halt as Goku closed the door behind them. “What now?”

Goku blushed, “Well, I don’t know where you sleep…”

Vegeta huffed and lead the way to the bedroom he was currently using. Old habits had him changing rooms once every three months or so. When he had first come to Earth he’d changed rooms every week – until Bulma had yelled at him that no one was going to attack him in his sleep. He opened the door and dropped his armload on the floor as Kakarott followed him in.

“Wow…” Goku decided the prince’s room was pretty damn dark and sparse. He shut the door after Vegeta had turned on a bedside lamp and began digging through the drawer below it. A moment later he caught something Vegeta threw at him. He looked down at the slightly handled tube and then back up as Vegeta sat on the mattress and removed his boots. Goku moved to the bed, dropped the lube to the comforter covering the mattress and did the same. Before the prince could take of his training shirt, Goku pulled him to stand, leaning down and kissing him hungrily. He couldn’t believe Vegeta had agreed to this – of course, the prince had probably thought it was a sure bet.

Vegeta went through the motions. It had been his bright idea in the first place that had ended up with this result and he was honor bound to see it through. He decided Kakarott was enthusiastic enough for two as the saiyan all but ripped his shirt off. He did appreciate the other’s mouth on his neck and hands in his hair and soothing down his back. Soon though, Kakarott was playing with the waist of his training pants. Vegeta sighed mentally as he hooked them down over his hips and then sat on the mattress to finish taking them off while Kakarott loosed the belt around what was left of his gi pants. Vegeta smirked – taking those apart bit by bit had been fun retribution for Kakarott sleeping in the second bed while they were in the chamber. He was fairly certain if they had stayed in there for the full time they were supposed to have, Kakarott would have left the chamber wearing nothing but his belt and boots. Thankfully the material of his training outfit was made of sturdier stuff.

Goku licked his lips as Vegeta scooted further onto the middle of the mattress. The saiyan really was something to look at when he was nude, and though he had thought differently before training with him in the room of spirit and time, now he knew that training outfit did manage to hide quite a few things. Like the extra sharp details of Vegeta’s muscles when he flexed to move himself. He kneeled on the mattress between Vegeta’s legs and then stretched himself over the top of the other man in order to resume kissing him.

Vegeta was thankful Kakarott wasn’t resting his whole weight on him – not that he couldn’t handle it, but the other was heavier than he looked. The prince ran his hands up Kakarott’s sides as they kissed, then down, squeezing his ass, although he knew that wasn’t where this was headed. Still, Kakarott had a nice ass.

Goku rubbed his erection against Vegeta, trying to stir some sort semblance of excitement. The longer he did so without gaining the reaction he was hoping for the more he came to realize – Vegeta just wasn’t into it. He broke away from sucking at Vegeta’s neck, “You really don’t like it this way, do you?”

Vegeta swallowed, not looking up, “You won…”

“That’s not what I asked,” Goku said, pressing back to kneel as his excitement dimmed.

Vegeta sat up, “It doesn’t appeal to me, no,” he finally answered.

Goku bit his lower lip as he took a moment to think. Then he stretched to the side and picked up the tube, holding it out to Vegeta once he was comfortable again. “Here.”

Vegeta stretched out his hand and took the lube from Kakarott. He stared at it a moment before he scooted back in order to kneel on the bed as well. He uncapped the tube and squeezed some of the gel onto his fingers and started reaching behind himself…

“What are you doing?”

“Preparing myself…”

Goku killed the urge to chuckle – Vegeta never thought that laughing at him was a turn on. “I gave you the tube so you could prep me.”

“But you won…”

“And I forfeit,” Goku explained. He blinked as he realized he was seeing Vegeta blush; this was the first time he could remember seeing the prince do so.

Vegeta swallowed at his misinterpretation of Kakarott’s actions and what he had been about to say – something along the lines of not having expected the third class to do that. He was beginning to wonder if he would ever understand anything the saiyan did…and then he wondered if it even mattered. He smirked as he realized that to some extent, it didn’t, “Stretch out for me, Kakarott,” he purred.

That tone of voice from Vegeta made Goku groan in excitement as he became hard again. He stretched out in front of Vegeta, humming as the prince smoothed his hand down Goku’s back and then over his butt. With the right liquid and the amount of practice they’d had at getting this right it wasn’t long before Vegeta was pulling his fingers out and starting to move behind him, “Wait a sec, Vegeta,” Goku smirked as he looked over his shoulder at Vegeta, “I want you to lay on your back…” he smiled as Vegeta smirked and then gave Vegeta room on the mattress so the prince could do so.

Goku straddled over Vegeta’s hips, pressing his hands to Vegeta’s shoulders and he let Vegeta reach between them in order to guide himself. Goku eased back, groaning as Vegeta slid inside him. He leaned back, reaching behind himself for Vegeta’s thighs as Vegeta’s hands came up to rest on his hips. Then Goku started moving.

“Mmm…fuck,” Vegeta closed his eyes as Kakarott rose up again and then came down. His partner’s movements were measured, slow and fluid; Kakarott was teasing him and it felt great.

Goku stayed silent as he watched emotions Vegeta probably wasn’t even aware he was expressing cross the prince’s face. The saiyan’s hands would grip his hips tighter and then loosen; a good indication Vegeta wanted him moving faster. He wasn’t going to, not right away. He’d tease Vegeta until the prince lost patience with him – like he always did. It was fun watching the other saiyan lose control. A moment later one of Vegeta’s hands left his hip, fingers running up his arm until the prince could reach no further and then he was pulled down so Vegeta could kiss him.

Vegeta held Kakarott’s hip still with one hand while twisting his fingers in the other’s spiky locks. kissing him demandingly. He growled when Kakarott tried to move in his hold and bit his lower lip. Hearing Kakarott gasp and whine caused a heady feeling to steal over Vegeta. He pulled on those locks so he could kiss down his chin and then suck on his neck as he jerked up into Kakarott. Hearing the other groan in his ear was wonderful. It was a strange thing for Kakarott to have been so silent for so long while they were having sex. This was more natural. Vegeta snapped his hips up again, growling as Kakarott gasped for him. The prince licked up his neck and nibbled on the saiyan’s earlobe, breathing hot air slowly into his ear. “You want that?”

Goku whined and nodded. “Yes.” He held his hips still as Vegeta snapped up into him again and then held still. “A-again…please?”

Vegeta chuckled darkly as he removed his fingers from Kakarott’s hair and then gripped his shoulder, locking his hold on the body above him before he began in earnest. Stuttered, choked cries left Kakarott’s throat – beautiful. The headboard was pounding into the wall and both of them had broken into a sweat by the time Kakarott finally came. “Gooood,” Vegeta purred at him before locking up in his own climax. They lay sweaty and panting for quite some time before the idiot opened his mouth.

“Do you think they know Cell is dead yet?” Goku asked.

Vegeta grumbled a bit, but knew that it had to be some sort of record for Kakarott to have waited that long before talking, “They’ll figure it out soon enough,” he turned the saiyan’s head so he could kiss him silent again.

Something was off – Trunks was able to tell as soon as they exited the chamber. Both of them had reached another level of Super Saiyan before the year had ended and had decided to leave early in order to lend a hand in the fight.

Apparently that hadn’t been necessary. “Do you think my dad’s okay?” Gohan asked him.

Trunks nodded his head even though he could feel the same ki signatures as Gohan. “It feels like it…”

“Yeah…but Vegeta’s with him, and their kis are still kind of high. You don’t think they are fighting, do you?” Gohan asked the last question with a very worried look in his young eyes.

Trunks paid closer attention to their parents’ kis and their location before he blushed just as Bulma came around the corner squealing, “I have new training suits for you!!! Ah! You’re blushing! That’s so cute!”

Trunks cleared his throat as he took the capsule from Bulma, “Thanks Mom…but I don’t think we’ll be needing this just now.”

“Why?” Bulma asked as she shifted baby Trunks to her other hip.

“Cell has already been defeated,” Piccolo chimed in from where he had been attempting to meditate. That hadn’t worked since he’d figured out Cell had been killed and then finally puzzled out why Goku and Vegeta wouldn’t be making an appearance at the Lookout any time soon.

“Oh…well, I wonder if Krillan knows…”

“Why’s that Bulma?” Gohan asked.

“Because he still has the controller to shut the androids off…”
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