Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Bejiita - Unattached ❯ PT 15 - Fireworks ( Chapter 15 )

Warnings: Yaoi, rough sex, angsty, steamy, lots of language. Enjoy ^^
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Part 15

The mother of my children. The one who ripped my heart out.

| Why did it have to be her?! |

"GOKUU!!"

The one who ran over to me, hugged me and looked at me as if I were the only person in the whole world she ever wanted to see.

"Gokuu!" She sobs. "I missed you so..."

Why...why now?

I was just starting to set things right again.

Chichi's actions stun everyone into momentary silence. But no one could possibly have been more surprised than me. Confused and feeling slightly ill, I stare down at her as she buries her head in my chest. Tears streaming down her cheeks, gleaming with the fiery colors of the sunset. Tears of joy.

| Joy? But she hated me. |

-Flashback-

"For the longest time, I thought you were so good, and simple, and innocent... Ha! You're a cheat and a liar!! A pathetic bum that never worked a day in his life, never here for his family or his wife! Just so he can go with his little shit boyfriend..!! "

"It's not... like that..." I whispered again. I must have sounded pitiful.

"Like hell it isn't!!!"

"But.."

"I don't want to hear it." She said. Her voice suddenly low and threatening.

"Go! Get out of my house you fucking faggot!! Don't ever come near me or my son again!!'

-End Flashback-

The memory stung. The pain piercing at an old wound as if it were new. Images of her crying face still haunt me. Anger, abysmal sadness, and disappointment. So different from the expression she wears now. Imploring, hopeful, longing.

What has changed to make her change?

I think a million thoughts in the span of a few seconds. Yet I say nothing. Can't think of a single word or utterance that could make this scene any less uncomfortable for me. For everyone. My head begins to throb. The end result of my mood plummeting so quickly. She looks up at me again. The smile in her eyes turns to confusion, then hurt by my silence. What other kind of response could she have expected? Did she really believe this would be a joyous reunion? Did she really believe that I had forgiven her? Why would I think she had forgiven me...?

"Gokuu...?" she asks, wondering why I haven't said anything to her. Why I don't look relieved to see her. Why I'm not hugging her back. Why I'm shrugging out of her embrace.

"What are you doing here?" I ask in a low voice that sounded foreign even to me.

Bejiita, not having moved an inch, stares fixedly at us. Just like his heated gazes, I can feel his scowl pricking my skin without even looking. His ki fluctuating wildly. I worry for Chichi's safety.

"I think it best that you leave. Immediately." Bejiita says in harsh and clipped words. A tone I haven't heard him use in a very long time. Chichi ignores him completely, despite the fact that her life may be in danger. His possessiveness is also second to none.

"Eh..." Kuririn looks around panicked. Worried that his party would die at Chichi's arrival and the wave of tension that would accompany her.

"Hehe...Hey Gohan, help Trunks, Goten, and I finish setting up the fire works!!" he says, laughing and almost panicked. Luckily, everyone decides not to pry, and tries to go back to whatever they were doing. Trying to resume the "carefree fun" we were all having before.. before...

"That's a warm welcome..." She says, looking genuinely hurt, tears still rimming her eyes. She begins again. "I...I wanted...I need to talk to you." She says serious now.

What could she possibly have to say? After all she's already said to me...

I take a step back and really look at her. I haven't been gone very long compared to my decade long absences from before, but it's obvious now that she has changed much in this short time. The lines around her face are much more pronounced, as if years had been added to her life. She has put on a lot of weight. But her stomach extends just a little more than it should, even if she hasn't been watching her figure. My head starts to pound at what that could mean.

Anger.

| Why didn't Gohan tell me? Or Goten? Could she really be.... |

"What is it you want to say? Speak your piece and go!" Bejiita snaps again. At first I thought him being here would make matters even worse. But it's quite the opposite. His presence has always given me confidence. Bejiita... my rock.

"I need to speak to Gokuu... alone." She says looking at Bejiita now. Playing with fire. He sneers.

"Whatever you have to say to me you can say in front of him." I state.

She makes a face, but doesn't beat around the bush. Pleasantries and pretense dropped.

"Gokuu... I'm pregnant."

My eyes widen. The words and their meaning to my new life hit me like a physical blow. And Bejiita... I look over at his face... and I cringe.

Just when I thought I was free of her, she looms over me, over my life yet again. Determined to have everything her way, whether I'm happy or not. I wondered how the pregnancy was even possible. It's been some time since we've done anything that could get her pregnant. The last time we made lov-- no, had sex, was the night I left. It would be then. My life has always had that kind of irony. When we argued for the last time, after I humiliated her with my betrayal. Guilt and betrayal. Yes that's those are the appropriate words. I stayed with her. I lied to her by pretending that everything was fine. I did not love her, which made the betrayal that much worse.

Guilt.

It eats away at me sometimes.

Is it possible to fear a mere word?

Sigh. "What do you want...?" I say sounding defeated, my voice lifeless. Bejiita looks at me in shock.

"I want you to come back home. I want you to take care of your child. Don't let him spend half his life without a father. Don't make the same mistakes you did with your sons."

Silence. That was like a slap in the face. But she was right. Nothing could change that.

I hear Bejiita grinding his teeth.

"You must be joking." The derision and base in his voice rumbling, low, and menacing. His Ki rising at an alarming rate."You must not truly value your life woman..." Chichi looks at him defiantly. I was almost tempted to let Bejiita take a shot at her. But in doing so, he would hurt my son or daughter, who'd done nothing to warrant his wrath. I put a calming hand on his shoulder. The simple touch speaking volumes. It seems like we've always communicated this way. Chichi looking justifiably worried turns back to me.

"I'll leave now. Think about what I said," she states as more of a command than a request. Typical.

She walks over to my eldest son and asks him for a ride home. Firecrackers, and rockets explode overhead in a noisy array of colored lights . They momentarily distract me from my anxiousness and from her departure. But just as she said, she left quickly. She left without fuss, dramatics or flare, nor did she make a scene as she normally would. She spoke very calmly. A rare moment of levelheaded-ness for her. First time I've seen the like in years.

However as the minutes passed, the further away she got, the better I felt.

I try my hardest to rejoin the party and not let her or her news spoil my day anymore than it already has. But that is a difficult task when Bejiita is in such a state. He hasn't stopped scowling since Chi-- she arrived. I can't blame him. He has never liked her. He's even angrier about her behavior and her cruelty to me than I am. But he hates how her words hurt me the night I left much, much more.

I try to get him to think of other things. The fireworks, the food, the party, the 'fun.' But nothing works. The scowl never leaves his face. With a sigh, I go to thank Kuririn for the food and the party, and to apologize for what happened earlier with Chichi's arrival. Though no apology was necessary really.

We fly home slowly. The moon making the water sparkle like gems. The wind streaks through our hair. The night a welcome respite from the late summer heat of day. Hopefully the lower temperatures will cool Bejiita's rage.

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The next day Bejiita was oddly quiet. We went about our day as usual, just without much conversation. Something was wrong. Something was brewing. It was as if a storm were on the horizon. The tremors before an earthquake. The smoke before a fire. The steam belching out of an active volcano before it erupts.

It's like walking on egg shells wondering when Bejiita will finally speak. When he'll open up again. When he'll talk to me about what happened. I can already guess what his sentiments are on the whole ordeal. But still... Normally I can read him so well. Especially now that we are together. But now, he's a closed book.

The day eases by. A scant few words are exchanged. I try to be extra aware, notice every little thing. His actions can be a window into his inner most thoughts, since he refuses to tell me outright. I go about as if nothing is wrong, which is always a mistake. Everything is so off today. Even our sparring session was not the same. We revel in every kick, enjoy every punch. The clash of ki and will is simply exhilarating, heady, intoxicating.

But not today.

It was all oddly frustrating. It grates on my nerves. We fly back home after only a few hours. I only just caught my second wind. My clothes still mostly in tact. Frustrating. The whole day was. His refusal to talk, the tension between us, Chichi and my unborn child, the inability for us to really discuss this without harsh words or violence. Our typical routine completely thrown off. After sparring we usually...we... My scent is strongest after exertion. It always drove him crazy. Well 'there won't be any of that today' I say to myself, willing the conditioned response away. The day was completely off, and entirely too hot.

Feeling irked, I wipe the sweat from my brow as I make my way to the bedroom. I walk to the dresser and pull out some clean clothes, wondering what to do about my kid on the way. Another one of my offspring that I was the last to find out about.

"Don't make the same mistakes you did with your sons."

That photo of Goten on the dresser stares back at me, mocking, berating. Am I really such a terrible father? I see contempt in his smiling eyes when there was none before. I stand there, fixed on the photo for a long time. I didn't notice Bejiita walk up behind me. Standing a scat few inches from me. I look up to see his reflection and mine in the mirror on the large oak dresser. He looks no less upset than before. The events of the past few days have been more than trying. And like me, he got no more satisfaction from the spar than I.

Irritation warred in his eyes along with something else. He catches me staring at that picture of Goten. Again.

"You're really considering it aren't you?" His voice low as he spat the words out like venom. The disdain clear in his voice. As well as the uncertainty and pain in his eyes. His lip pulled back into the beginnings of a snarl. Angry sweat pricking his brow and mixing with that of exertion.

"Bejiita... you don't understand. You don't know what it's like..."

"Enlighten me."

Sigh.

"I've never... never let anyone down before. I've never failed at anything I tried. But I did fail. As a husband, and especially as a father. I'd let my own children down so many times, and I never even noticed..."

The words sounded strange in my head even though I meant them. Like someone else's thoughts flowing out of my mouth. But even so, there was truth in those words. Bejiita listens. He's surprisingly patient. His fury barely held behind his scowl. I can feel the heat from his anger rolling off his body. The heat from the hot sun. The heat from...

"I don't deal well with failure... I can't stand feeling guilty..."

There. I finally said it. I refuse to make the same mistake twice.

Bejiita says nothing. His facial expression becoming indecipherable. An enigma of a man. As always. His eyes boring into me. He lets out an exasperated sigh. His breath icy against my moist skin. The sweat there evaporates and is replaced by goose bumps. It's too hot today...

Deciding to deal with this once and for all, I put the picture back down on the dresser and grab the change of clothes I'd pulled out of the drawer before.

"You're not going." His words terse. His arms wrapping around mine like steal bands. Forbidding any movement.

"Bejiita.. I have to go sor-"

"Ya da!!*" His hold tightening so much that I would really have to fight to free myself.

"Bejiita let go. I'm not lea-" He cuts me off. Or rather he presses his body up against mine and I lose my train of thought. His hold not loosening in the slightest. The skin on his arms comes into contact with mine. He is feverishly hot. As if fire pumped through his veins instead of blood. The fire in mine quickened.

"Bejii..ta..."

"Don't... make me beg..." The words were so low. Barely a rumble in his throat. But I heard him. Heard the desperation in his voice and it broke my heart.

| Why won't he listen? |

"You're not going..." he whispers. I watch his hands drift down to the knot in the belt around my waist. Instead of untying it, he rips it. I gasp lightly at the sound to rapidly torn cloth. The clean dogi in my hand is dropped on the floor, forgotten. Bejiita pulls my shirt up and out of my pants with such haste that it's a miracle it doesn't rip as well. His fingers brush over my skin as he rids me of my second, blue undershirt. I feel my blood boil at the promise of what's to come.

"Unh..."

It's just astounding how powerful, yet how weak he can make me feel. No matter how stout my resolve is, his small hands somehow possess the strength to topple my will. A truly amazing feat. He smoothes his hands down my now naked torso. Over the ripples of my abdomen. "Mmm.." My head lolling back to rest on my shoulders. A finger swirling around my navel, before he rakes his nails back up the path he'd just taken.

"GNnnnh Ahh!!!" The shock of a feather light touch paired with one that bordered on pain catches me by surprise and I find myself arching into his brutish caress. The sensation, odd, immediate, and unnerving. Sending shocks up my spine. Wreaking havoc on my already over-sensitive body. Suddenly having a hard time supporting my own weight, I lean forward and rest one arm on the dresser in front of me, breathing heavily. Then teeth latch onto the lobe of my ear as he growls into it. "Annn.." He nips roughly at the side of my neck, just light enough not to break the skin. Before him, I had no idea I liked being bitten... I didn't know a lot of things about myself.

I watch his left hand slide up and feel his thumb flick over my nipple out the corner of my half lidded eyes. I begin to shudder violently when his right travels down to my pants and he grabs me roughly through my clothes. "NNn....nngh..!!" Pumping it. Stroking it. Shaping it. It hardens completely in his hands as he gives it form, bringing it to life like a potter over clay. He tightens his grip around me and pulls. "GNnnnn..!!!" I find myself growling at every stroke. My body moving in time with his hand. My heart beating double time with his rhythm.

"Be..jii..iita...!" The words are ground out from between my clenched teeth in a broken whimper. I feel his whole body convulse, like a series of shudders coming all at once. Hearing his name from my lips always has a remarkable effect on him. His grip slacking for only a moment as he pants harshly to regain what little composure he had before.

I hear his breathing even out again, but I can tell his patience is waining. His hardness pressed, pulsating against my back. He steps back, and the room seems cooler for just a moment until I feel those miraculous hands wander down across my ass. Kneading and pushing and molding before they move to the top of my pants. My face flushes and I shudder and let out a long, keening moan as my pants and boxers are grasped and ripped off with a swift jerk of his wrist. "Iinnn...nnnng!" The clothes being torn from my body pulling me back a little. But they give about as much resistance to Bejiita's will as I do. When the hardness that throbbed, trapped against my lower stomach is freed so suddenly, head swims. The hot air wafting over my aching flesh was nothing compared to the heat of Bejiita's body, nor that which his hands stirred in me.

I feel him rip his shirt off. His pants followed. The shreds of blue fabric joining what was left of my orange dogi, tossed carelessly across the room. I can feel the ripples of warmth radiating off his exposed skin. A hand snakes up my back before pushing me down suddenly. "Nnk!" I come down with a grunt as my upper body is pressed against the cool dresser. I shudder pleasantly. His hands resting on my hips as his tongue forges a slippery path down through the valley of my spine.

"OOoo..." I arch my back away from his mouth, while encouraging him to go on with my groaning at the same time. My eye lids suddenly weighing a ton, close of their own accord before they snap open again when his hot mouth passes over the remnants of my tail.

"Gnh!..OHHH!" A startled wail is ripped from my throat like the clothes form my body. I never understood why I so easily forget how sensitive I can be. Perhaps it's just so Bejiita can remind me again. A sadist in the worst way, he exploits the area mercilessly. "Ahh...AAHHH....!!" His devilish tongue, small and quick and searing, laving over the area, before he nips at it with his teeth as well. "NNNnngh!!..uh..ah... Ahhha!!! ...Be..jii...iinNHH!!" The guttural shouts often getting stuck in my throat as more breathy moans try to make their way out of my mouth before the others have finished. Nearly choking on the sounds of my own pleasure.

"UUNNNH!" Biting my lip painfully and thrashing about, I try to buck him off me. The combination of sensations, his tongue, and the heat are all just too much for me. But he only holds tighter onto my hips as he surrounds the entire stub of my tail with his lips and growls. "AAAnnh!!!" My back arches away from him, but I only end up bringing the sensitive area closer to his mouth in the process. With my face against the cool surface, I claw at the dresser below me. My nails digging into the unfinished wood, unable to control any of my limbs.

Pleasure tares through my body as he punishes me, tortures me with his mouth. The worst kind of torture. The kind you just couldn't do without. The kind you'd do anything to get away from, but always came crawling back. Begging for it... Sobbing for more. The worst kind. The best kind.

"OOOOnn!!...AAnngh!!!...Be..BEJIITA!!...Please!.. no...no more!!..."

I feel the tongue retreat finally. I let out a huff of air in half relief and half disappointment. Coughing and panting harshly. My legs shaking as they strain to hold me up. Bejiita's hand rub circles over my ass again while the other fumbles with something. A shuddering breath. He means to go all the way today. Oil coated fingers plunge into me without warning. "Nnh!" I grit my teeth and bite back a moan at being stretched. The warning signs of orgasm already oozing out of me, dripping onto the wooden floor. A crack in the cement, a trickle of water before the dam bursts. My breath coming in pants again when his fingers are removed accompanied by a small, wet sound. He sucks in air through his teeth as he presses his fleshy tip into me. My pants become gasps. "Hu..hurry.." I don't think I can take it anymore!

"GNNK! AAAH!" He pushes himself into me all at once, not giving me much time to adjust before he starts thrusting. He takes me slow. Too slow. Agonizingly slow. The time between each thrust, an eternity. The movement of his hips forceful enough to shake the entire dresser. He's much rougher than usual. Not that our love making has ever been particularly gentle.I find myself loving it just the same. His hands locked around the subtle curve of my hips, squeezing during every thrust.

"NNnnn ..Gggn!...NNgnnh!...imm..!!!" He groans. The sound deep, and dark, and beastial. Forcing its way past clenched teeth, only to be followed by a light moan. That wonderful sound of pleasurable agony that only he seems to be able to make. A sound to die for.

"UH! NNngk!...OOOhnn!!" He wrenches short growls out of me. My brow knit in concentration. He finally breaks the "silence" whispering harshly at me. Telling me what he really thinks.

"UUnn! Ki..sama! ..I.. can't believe you..oo..would even think about leaving... me!"

He and leans down over me, threading his fingers through my hair and pulls my head back, making me look up, look at myself in the mirror. Look at how aroused I am. How aroused he's made me. My face crimson and slick with sweat. My eyes only half open, pupils dilating with every pump of his lean hips as they shift from black to green and back again. I watch him move in the mirror in front of me. A feral smile on his handsome face.

"You won't leave me... Because no one can give you what I can..!"

"No..oh.. one can...love you like I do!"

He takes hard. His anger and frustrations manifesting themselves in his movements.

"AH..I can't believe... that harpy would..HSsss!...immh.. pull such a stunt! Using your child as bait to...ooh...lure you back!!" His fingers tightening as he speeds up ever so slightly. "Uunnnn...mmh!!" My eyes drifting shut, the pressure reaching new heights as Bejiita's hands left my hips and encircled the part of me that wept for more attention. I wept with it.

"She has no hold over you!...She... NNnhhh!... she gave up her claim when she turned you away..."

He rotates his hips slowly. One hand pumping me in long and full strokes, the other rolling and grasping my testicles. I feel him throbbing within me.

"..Do you hate feeling guilty so much that you ...you'd go back to that bitch just to 'make it all right' again?"

His mocking laugher dwindling into another moan. "...That damn woman... she's almost as big a fool as you!..." He leans in even closer, pulling my hair to get me to open my eyes again.

"But you're my fool..." He whispers hotly in my ear. How can he make an insult seem erotic?

"You're mine. Even if something happens to me. Even if I die..."

"UUnnn!!"

Pause.

"Even if you go back to that bitch... you're still mine!" He declares with a thrust, a shudder, a groan.

Slow ...and hard. "UUhh!!!" Too hard. But at the same time he gives me no more than he believes I can take. The hand in my hair trails back to join it's twin, grasping and pulling on me with renewed fervor. "Mine," he says with a growl. My eyes roll to the back of my head. What is it about his possessiveness that turns me inside out?

"Iinnnh... NNNNhh!" I let out a piteous moan and Bejiita shudders behind me. Stopping his heated rant to just groan. Music. He just rests the side of his face against my back, thrusting in and out of me faster now. Undulating his hips. "Mine!" Squeezing so tight as though I would vanish if he let go. His thumb flicks over my tip, spreading the abundant moisture across it. "AHhghhh!..!" A high pitched anguished moan follows. Then another, but not from me. Music. His music. I could listen all day, every day and never tire of it. Tears rolling down my cheeks as I sobbed in pleasure. Nails scraping up another layer of wood off the dresser. My throat nearly raw from moaning.

"OOOooh....OOH!" With a final scream, my vision blurs and my legs refuse to hold me up anymore. Ecstasy gushing out of me and taking my strength with it. Bejiita slips out of me as I collapse on the floor between the bed and the dresser. We never made it to the bed at all.

With my back on the wooden floor boards I pant, thinking I might die if I don't get some air into my lungs. Bejiita lies next to me, just watching my face as I gasp for air. Licking my seed off his fingers. Leaning down to catch the few droplets his hand missed. I watch helplessly as he laps at the pearly substance that still clung to the skin on my inner thigh. His bright pink tongue a sharp contrast to my pale skin. Still incredibly sensitive after reaching orgasm, I shudder violently when he licks a drop from the tip of my penis. It still had some life in it, even after all that. He smacks his lips, leering at me and smiling as I plead with him to let me catch my breath.

The minutes pass and my head stops spinning. The temperature of the room comes back down to a tolerable level. My breath finally evening out. Still lying on the floor, Bejiita curls on his side next to me, resting his cheek against my stomach. His arms wrapped around my middle even as he drifts into much needed sleep. Still afraid to let go.

I lie there half awake, rubbing his back, lacking the strength to lift us to the bed. Staring up at the ceiling, I wonder what to about my child.

To be concluded

Note:
* Ya da = an extremely forceful 'no!'