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Gone	By : TristaML Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 10328 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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First Chapter

                Vegeta plain left the planet. There was no point in staying there any longer. No one would miss him, he never spent any time with any of them, anyhow. No, that's not why he was leaving, but it was a good enough excuse to use, if he'd ever need one, that is.

                He sat back, strapped in to his command center as he felt the bumpy ride of the exit of the atmosphere, still a mean scowl on his face, even with no one around. He was frustrated to say the least, the last thing he wanted was anyone else around, for a while.

                "What are you doing?" Kakarot appeared behind him, Vegeta could see him in the reflection of his control screen, his arms crossed, an upset and confused look on his face, "I thought Earth was your home now?"

                "Tsh," Vegeta sneered at him, "Go away, Kakarotto."

                "Vegeta," Goku was sincere and the older man couldn't stand it. He reached out and put his hand on Vegeta's shoulder, grasping it gently. As if he'd seen it coming, Vegeta swatted it off and stood up, turning to frown at the younger man, but no one was there. The prince stood in silence and shock, had he imagined the other man? Would Kakarot leave just like that?

                "Vegeta," Goku was now behind him, looking at the coordinates the other had typed in beforehand, "Why are you doing this?"

                "What's it to you, clown?" Vegeta balled his fists as he insulted the other, who was purely just answering the cry Vegeta had put out there, "Get lost."

                "I'll miss you," Goku looked up from the panel with sad eyes, "I missed you while you were here on Earth."

                "Yeah, I bet you missed me those seven years, too, hn? Not to mention the first two after the battle on Namek? Not to mention the last four that have seemed to creep by, though you rarely showed your face. Please, who do you think you're working over? Not me, Kakarotto, not this time," Vegeta shoved him so that he could get by, even though Goku wasn't even in the way. The younger pretended the push affected him and let himself sway backwards a moment before regaining balance, his bangs hanging down in front of part of his face, hiding his distress.

                "I guess I've been a little selfish over the years," he admitted, still standing his ground. Vegeta stopped in his tracks to listen to what the other had to say, only to find out it wasn't much. Goku didn't say anything after that and Vegeta turned, giving him his full attention.

                "You wouldn't be sorry," he spat, his cold features baring into Goku, " maybe if we'd all been defeated and the universe was ruined, but that'll never happen as long as your around, right, Kakarot?" Vegeta growled deep in his throat, his onyx eyes as fury-filled as ever. Kakarot still frowned deeply at him. "Kakarot if you're just going to stand there, why waste your time," he breathed, "instant transmissioning(IT) all the way here when you could have just called me from Bulma's?"

                "I wanted to see you," he said, simply.

                "For what?" the older Saiyan could feel his ghost limbed tail snapping the air, the vein in his head pulsating, his head throbbing period. He turned away, gnashing his teeth, scrunching his soft skin and unblemished features.

                Goku was in front of him now, he reached down and grabbed Vegeta's face in both hands, kissing him softly on the lips, "I didn't want you to leave without telling you that I ... Prince Vegeta," Goku kissed him again before he could register the situation. Vegeta let himself be kissed, awed by hearing Kakarot call him by his royal name. Vegeta kissed back as soon as he felt a warm tongue pressing at his lips. He took Kakarot's hands off of his face and pulled away. He couldn't hide his flush, a confused look in his eyes, he was withdrawing from the other man and he turned slowly, blacking out.

                Vegeta woke up feeling like he let it slip through his fingers with Kakarot again.

                Why was it that he was the one feeling like he'd failed the young Saiyan when it is he who is in need, and Kakarot who is nowhere around?

                “I've never experienced anything quite like this, utter failure. I shouldn't be surprised, I'm not. Funny how the psyche works, we're never all whole at one point in time. Happiness and joy give us what grief sends us looking for," Vegeta was more pensive than usual whenever Kakarot was lurking around and he could sense Kakarot afoot, though he hadn't seen or heard from him in months.

                Over the years Vegeta had become aware of his own ability to stay in tune with the other full blood. For some reason every time Kakarot was planning on coming around or just happened to fly his way, he'd have dreams about him for days maybe even weeks before hand. He couldn't stop himself from sensing the other man, even down to his nightly activities, Vegeta could feel out Kakarot, he knew his emotions, almost like reading his thoughts.

                This particular week it had gotten pretty bad, worse than ever before, dare he think it. Getting up out of bed, feeling parts of his body strained and aching from his training and from his horrid fantasies, he took a shower. Wondering when Kakarot would stop torturing him and show up, he turned the water on cold and was as quick as he could be.

                "That's how much he gets me," Vegeta held himself up by a hand on the wall, imagining Kakarot sensing his own distress. He didn't get very far with that thought, not knowing what it would be like. Kakarot was in tune to nothing but his stomach. However, Vegeta knew his presence was impending, and he quickly left the shower to dress himself, feeling a little more rough than usual, he threw on black slacks and a dark blue shirt, not planning on training today.

                The days blend together after a while in complete solitude, Vegeta had the whole half of the house to himself, no one came there unless beckoned. They only saw him when he graced them with his presence, even then they didn't care much. The woman would joke he was getting paler, but Vegeta knew his skin was a permanent tan that only prolonged. solid darkness could affect. Despite her beliefs, Vegeta spends a lot of time in all types of climates.

                He was feeling hungrier than usual and went straight into the main kitchen to have food prepared for him. He stood, staring out a large window in the main room at nothing in particular. He needed to let some steam go, and he was trying to figure out an effective way to do so without working out. Considering going for a run, which Vegeta didn't consider a workout, he left to change into sweats and a tank and running shoes, then came back to breakfast, which he enjoyed quickly, not wasting much time at all.

                He was up rather early, 5:15a.m., and he was taking his time. Vegeta was never one to sit around and do entirely nothing. He was either meditating or studying, reading, strategizing, psychoanalyzing, experimenting, experiencing, challenging. Perhaps he wasn't materially productive, but he was productive in his own way. He silently left the house, being lucky to have not run into anyone. The moment his foot hit the pavement he was jogging. It was a slow, deliberate jog in which he flexed and stretched his muscles unnoticeably, concentrating on every single one of them .

                He could jog for days, watching the hustle and bustle of the city a portion of the Earth, these humans saw as home. He was blind to affection to the majority of them, and found himself jogging around almost mindlessly. No destination, no path, no time limit, no restrictions.

                Nearly two hours into his run he stopped at a park and stared into the lake. He didn't want to be there, he wanted to be in the real wilderness. He closed his eyes to open them to a lake and woods and creatures and sky and wind. Looking up, he noticed a clear sky, he noticed near silence. He stood in the midst of these things and breathed the air around him in deeply, noticing something else.

                "It's been a long time," he heard Kakarot say from behind him.

                "Yes, it has," Vegeta replied.

                There was nothing but silence between them. Kakarot was smiling about nothing and Vegeta hadn't even turned around to look at him.

                "Why the silence, tell me? You speak around the others, why not grace me with your words? You come around to say nothing and do nothing. Dare I say you're boring. Why confront me?" Vegeta turned as he spoke these words to the younger man, his arms crossed across his chest. The thought briefly struck him that he travelled here, and somehow managed to find Kakarot without trying to.

                Silence still, Kakarot's smile had faded. When the two of them were alone Vegeta was always particularly harsh, and Goku wasn't always calm and understanding. Vegeta felt himself bearing his teeth and the younger man, wondering what it was Kakarot wanted, noticing he actually had something on his mind this time. His fangs were sharp and his lip curled, "You desire something?"

                Goku felt the hairs on his neck stand up at the intensity he was getting off of Vegeta, and the defensive stance he had taken. "I need your help," Kakarot said, baring his own teeth, and flaring up to SuperSaiyan for a split second, then flashing back down.

                "So Kakarot is aware of it," Vegeta thought to himself, backing off as he realized there was a situation. The younger Saiyan was experiencing a lot of emotions and symptoms he thought he'd been rid of a long time ago but his own genetic makeup cannot be ignored. Vegeta knew he was suffering thoughts that he was not used to, and urges that were impossible to fight.

                This process starts for years before the victim is aware of it and lasts for years afterwards. Vegeta knew that Kakarot was hitting his cycle when he first met him, he could smell it on him, and he could feel it seeping off of the other, creeping into his own skin no matter how he tried to fight it. The fact that the younger man had defeated him was not the only reason he groaned in the night for him. Vegeta was tortured, not only was this man the last full-blooded Saiyan in the universe, but he happened to be Bardock's child, a brethren of the same clan that was already close to the bloodline. Vegeta held a particular liking to the scent of Bardock's family, especially Kakarot's.

                When emotions would flare for the younger, it didn't matter if he was alive or dead, the older couldn't escape the tension that somehow zapped him from the air. Vegeta knew dying wouldn’t give the other release, especially since he was able to retain his body. The other man was forced to experience these things he was completely uninformed about and he couldn't take it anymore. He watched as Kakarot's focus shifted to different topics the longer they waited in silence.

                "Show me," Kakarot's fangs were sharp, he bore his neck like a vampire. It was barely the noon of day and the Saiyan was glistening in the sun, as though he'd been the one who went for a run.

                An enticing sight, Vegeta said, "I'll consider it."

                The younger mans countenance grew dark and he moved towards the older man, "You couldn't refuse me if you wanted to," he grabbed Vegeta's wrist and jerked him closer to him.

                Vegeta got the older man to release his wrist with just a stare. Vegeta watched closely as Kakarot fought within himself, what he wanted, what he required. He could see the struggle in his large, dark eyes, Kakarot had gone so long and was so far into it, he knew he needed the other Saiyan. Vegeta knew he needed him too, he could smell the desire on the other man. Not wanting to confuse this with the real deal, the experienced Saiyan took off in the sky at high speed, Kakarot behind him like a shadow. He stopped just short of a mountain wall and threw the younger against it, crushing his body in between rubble.

                Goku went to attack but stopped when he noticed Vegeta was no longer fighting.

                "Tell me what ails you?" he asked, baring his neck at Goku.

                Goku froze, considering the question while sweeping his eyes over the other man's sculpted body, "Each part of me,” he leaned into Vegeta's shoulder, finding his scent unmistakably irresistible. The older charged in a sideways direction away from the other man, taking rock and debris with him, throwing it into to Kakarot's face. Goku followed, dodging each of the objects Vegeta tried to trick him with. Vegeta ran down the mountain, reaching the earth below. Finally he stopping sprinting and stood this time in front of an ocean, his back turned to Kakarot when he landed behind him.

                "Listen,” Vegeta said to him, tripping over his own rising heartbeat,” or else you will cause many others a great deal of damage." Goku didn't understand, Vegeta knew this was coming, he didn't know why he hadn't approached the other Saiyan and explained it all to him before. Kakarot was nearly panting, though he was hiding his condition very well.

                The younger, fortunate Saiyan had gotten his tail back, Vegeta was very jealous but knew it was still a soft spot on the other man. Not necessarily power crunching but definitely emotion driving, he could control the other man with one confident stroke. His own senses were on fire just because of the energy flowing from the other man. It didn't help that Kakarot was so powerful, he had seen the influences Goku was having on his child, not to mention Gohan, Goten, and Piccolo, though he was of another species. He had noticed sometimes the kids had to stay over at Bulma's to get away from the stench, but Trunks wanted more and more to spend time with Goku while he was around, not understanding Goten's need to escape.

                Goku growled deep and long and loud at the other Saiyan at his lack of advance and Vegeta growled deeper in return, quieting the other. He turned to look at Goku, luring him into the ocean waves after him. He walked in further and deeper, steps which for humans would take strain and concentration, took little to no effort. Goku followed in boldly, the water could have steamed off of him from the heat he felt within his skin, in his blood. He was hypnotized by Vegeta and driven by his actions.

                He was smirking, a dark twinkle in the older man's eyes as he turned to Kakarot, walking backwards, deeper into the unnoticed waves. He was beckoning with no words, calling with nothing but his eyes. Goku all but ITed to him, following him very closely. Goku reached out and put his hand around Vegeta's slender waist. Vegeta welcomed the feel of his strong hands gripping his waist and holding on tight. They continued deeper into the ocean, Vegeta back-diving into the waters when they got too high. It was difficult for Goku to follow in the shallow water beneath the roughly crashing waves, being that he's so tall. He almost smashed his face and did smash his arms and hands a few different times trying to keep up. Vegeta was moving in patterns that didn't make sense.

                Finally Goku caught an ankle he didn't let go, he pulled the other man closer but Vegeta kicked him off, swimming to the top. He swam back down, heading towards the deeper end, causing Kakarot to follow him into the intensely growing waves. Kakarot held his breath, marveling at the amount of control Vegeta had over his body, he didn't seem to be challenged at all. Vegeta waited for Goku to catch up and allowed himself to be touched. He watched as the other Saiyan realized he had to breath, going even deeper into the blue, feeling the waves rock his body. He watched as Goku closed in on him, tugging his shirt, ripping it off without remorse. Vegeta frowned and pushed him. Kakarot pushed back , the ocean weighing down on the both of them, predators all around.

                Vegeta went to spin around, kicking off of Goku as he headed up to the surface. Goku followed him up, having nearly had the rest of his breath kicked out of him. He was having a hard time concentrating and Vegeta was playing, teasing, fighting, and bullying him all at the same time.

                Vegeta shot out into the sky, tasting the salt of the water on his lips, hoping to have helped get rid of some of Kakarot's energy. Goku was right behind him, staring at him, waiting for the next move.

                "What you're experiencing is very normal," Vegeta tried talking with him.

                "It doesn't feel normal," Kakarot said, sounding like himself, though he approached Vegeta quickly, and his demeanor was anything but usual. Vegeta could tell Kakarot was off, he could tell he was going in and out, that's the best way to describe it. He watched as Kakarot's porcelain, smooth, wet skin dried out in the sunlight, the shadows changing with every inch he got closer. Vegeta felt himself desire to reach out and touch the younger man, among other things.

                "Hhhhh," the prince was going to speak but couldn't find the words, Kakarot was so close in no time, sniffing at his neck, deeply inhaling the thick, musky scent. His tongue darted out of his lip there on Vegeta's neck, tasting the salt of the water and of Vegeta's sweat. He didn't wait for a reaction before licking again, using more of his tongue and making a wider sweep of an area nearby, already deciding where to caress next. Vegeta disappeared beneath his fingertips and it took Kakarot a moment to find him again. He'd gone back to Capsule Corp.
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