Poolside Encounter

Poolside Encounter, Chapter 1

One smouldering, lazy summer afternoon, Vegeta lie catnapping on a beach towel beside Capsule Corp's new luxurious swimming pool, an expense to which Vegeta had not objected. Bulma had finished with her get-togethers to show it off, and finally Vegeta could enjoy it alone. He did not mind the company of Trunks and Goten, who since they were kids knew better than to disturb him.

He heard Bulma call Trunks into the house, and a few minutes later leaned out the door to inform Vegeta, "We're all going to see Trunks' uncle. I guess it wouldn't interest you to come with us?"

"Hn," Vegeta deigned to reply before going back to his nap.

Bulma rolled her eyes and called to Trunks and her parents, "No, I told you. Let's go." Moments later he heard the car start up and leave. Finally, some peace, Vegeta thought with relief, then heard a splash of water from the pool.

Goten gracefully pulled himself out and Vegeta watched as he vigorously dried his sopping wet hair until its shaggy locks sprung into place, then the rest of his summer-tanned body. He sauntered toward Vegeta and asked casually, "Where's Trunks?"

"They left to see his uncle," Vegeta replied, assuming that Goten would find something better to do. To his surprise, Goten layed a dry beach towel beside Vegeta and, using his sport bag in guise of a pillow, lie down on his back like Vegeta and propped up his head, closing his eyes. Normally Vegeta would have caustically informed him that there was plenty of space in the pool yard, but this time said nothing. It wasn't that he was bothering him.

Vegeta's eyes shifted to Goten, who had raised a forearm over his eyes to block the sun's blinding rays. He averted his eyes and wondered at the reason for his sudden discomfort. Goten never talked too much around him and had never truly disturbed him, so why... Vegeta's eyes strayed back to Goten's perfect muscular form,. and the reason for his uneasy feeling hit him. Could this be the same annoying little brat who had tagged after Trunks all their lives? Certainly not, he was a young man now, yet by all logic it was. The same playful smirk, the same mischievous spark that lit up his eyes and angelic face, the body of a god...

Vegeta's regard snapped foreward, his cheeks flushing several shades of red. The sun had surely fried his brain. He reminded himself that he was still groggy from his much-needed nap, and went back to it. He tried, anyway. Since Goten's eyes were covered, he would not notice anyway, so Vegeta allowed himself to admire Goten's hard, muscular curves. The latter had already gone to sleep, he could tell from the slow, even rhythm of his breathing. Whatever be the subject of Goten's dream was quite visible through his tight red bathing shorts, and Vegeta could not help but stare at his impressive bulge. Seized by a fit of yearning, Vegeta's fists clenched as the realization hit him. He wanted him. Yes, he had secretly admired him before, often to find that Goten was also staring at him, and both would instantly look away and turn their attentions elsewhere.

Right now was very different. He desired him. Badly. His hands longed to touch that body with the face of an angel and his adorably shaggy hair. He yearned to kiss those sensual pink lips, to feel his arms around him as his body writhed beneath his own, for him to be hard and ready for him...

/Cut it out!/ His pulse racing now, Vegeta felt feverish, and was dismayed to feel himself harden intensely, which was also quite visible through his own tight blue shorts. In annoyance Vegeta took a small white towel and wound it around his waist, then settled back, determined to get his nap. A few minutes passed, and despite his enticingly erotic thoughts, he managed a light slumber under the pleasant sunlight.

"Vegeta..." Goten's voice came forth as a sleepy moan, and Vegeta's eyes darted furtively to Goten's face.

"What?" he asked, taken by surprise. Realizing what he'd pronounced in his sleep, Goten's eyes flew open in bewilderment, then his face blushed feverishly.

"Uhh..." Goten's blush deepened in his frantic search for words. "I dreamed that I asked..." His eyes flashed around them, spotting a bottle of water on Vegeta's other side. "...That I asked for some water... heh... crazy dream, huh? I... I guess I am... thirsty." He laughed nervously and Vegeta kindly handed him his bottle of water.

"Doozo," he said as casually as he could manage, unable to hold back a sideways smirk. He watched as Goten nervously gulped down the water, not realizing that he drank most of it, almost choking on it as he handed the bottle back to Vegeta.

"Thanks." He offered a weak smile. A drop of water dripped enticingly from his sensual lips, and before he realized what he was doing, Vegeta's left arm slid sinuously around Goten's waist, his right hand splayed over his muscular chest as he sensuously licked the drop of water from Goten's lips. As though drawn by some magnetic force, their lips met in a rush of heated pleasure, their eyes closing as they pulled each other close, drowning now in unveiled, unabashed passion.
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TBC...