Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Blood Moon ❯ Denial And Desire ( Chapter 5 )

Chapter 5: Denial And Desire

Author: Dark Fate

Warnings: Cursing, mild violence, masturbation

Pairings: G/CC, G/V

Rating: NC-17

Sorrow. Longing. Pain. Son Goku could not distinguish the three anymore, for they had all mingled in his heart for so long. These were not emotions that the Earth's savior was familiar with. Everyone had either loved him dearly or hated him with a passion. The latter were always his enemies and had always fallen in their quests to destroy him.

His current situation was far from either of those. The Earth raised Saiyajin was almost positive that Vegeta once again hated him with a passion unmatched, but his feelings for the other of his kind were stronger than Goku could ever have imagined.

Son Goku thought he knew love well. He had a wife, and he thought he loved her with all that he could, but now that he had felt the pain of Vegeta's rejection and absence, he now knew that what he felt for Chichi was nowhere near what actual love was.

The humanized Saiyajin felt so forsaken and lost without his shorter, irascible counterpart. Worse was the violent rage that rose in him. It was an awful, hateful urge to hunt down the prince and make the other Saiyajin submit to him.

Goku shuddered and tried to suppress the compelling desire. He attempted to force the thoughts from his mind as he tried to enjoy the only part of his day that he now took pleasure in.

Normally, his morning flights were a sort of getaway from his troubles. Now it seemed that they were the only ways that he could think. Since he had been home nearly all the time without a partner to spar with, he and Chichi constantly argued and bickered. Everything he did was wrong. All she said was to be taken as law.

The peaceful warrior sighed. She had sentenced him to sleep on the couch and all but thrown him out. Goku assumed that it would not be long until she did that as well. Perhaps it would be best that way… After all, he had lived in the woods before, and he could again. Alone.

Once again, the pain and deep-rooted anger sat in. He was not that far from Capsule Corporation… It would be easy to change direction and drop in on his prince… Even easier if he used Instant Transmission… And if Vegeta didn't want to cooperate…

Goku shook himself hard, trying to clear his head. The third class warrior was sure that these odd desires and anger were coming from the side of him that he desperately tried to keep buried. He could keep control of them, couldn't he?

Vegeta always seemed to bring out the other side of him. It was as if the prince could merely push a button and ignite his inner flames.

Once again, the need sat in, stronger than it had ever been before. It seemed to completely consume his body, his soul. It was so hard to fight this heat, and every time it surfaced, it always came back stronger than the previous time.

This instance was no exception. The tide of lust rose within him, threatening his very sanity. Every fiber in his body and soul demanded that he see the stubborn prince, demanded that he touch, taste, and memorize that heavenly body…

No… No… Gotta control myself… Kami, it's so strong… Can't… But I need to… So badly…

It was at this point that Goku noticed he was slowly losing altitude. He simply couldn't concentrate on flying and fighting this need, this monstrous need inside him.

He had to see Vegeta… Had to… Had to… HAD TO!

The Earth raised Saiyajin pressed two fingers to his forehead and disappeared in a flash of ki.

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Vegeta shrieked his fury to the universe as he blasted away the last training robots in the gravity room. It did nothing to decrease his need, but it felt good to be destroying something. Eliminating them the way that he could not eliminate Kakarott.

The prince winced as he dropped to one knee, momentarily overwhelmed by the gravity. He cursed Kakarott with every profanity in every language he knew. It was because of that blasted simpleton that he was in this situation.

Ah, a vile little voice in the back of his mind crowed, maybe Kakarott didn't put you in this situation… Maybe you bonded him first. Maybe you, the prince of all Saiyajin, gave yourself willingly to a third class soldier…

"SHUT UP!!!" Vegeta screamed, driving a fist into the floor. It was not possible! He couldn't have! Kakarott was so far below him!

Hn, the voice spoke again, is he so far below you? He beat you, achieved super Saiyajin before you, and proved himself to be at least twice as strong as you. Perhaps it is you who should be the third class soldier and he who should be the prince.

"No! I am not weak! I will not be weak!!" The monarch shrieked as he forced himself to his feet. He was not weak! He had never been weak! He would not be weak!!

As if to contradict him, his legs nearly gave way again, and the prince's anger dissipated in the wake of realization. He was weak… Because he would not accept Kakarott, he was weak.

He could feel the fragile bond connecting his soul to Kakarott's draining him of more and more energy every moment. Making him weaker. All because this blasted bond wasn't receiving the nurturing of two Saiyajin mates. All because he refused to touch Kakarott or allow the baka to touch him…

Vegeta snarled. He would not submit to the other Saiyajin! He had never, ever willingly submitted to anyone. He had always fought hard for his strength. For the dominance that power gave him. Submission was admitting he was weak…

The prince stumbled to the gravity unit and turned the blasted machine off. This wasn't helping him. It was just showing him how weak he was…

His tail lashed angrily behind him and then sagged defeatedly as his rage disappeared once again. He was weaker now than what he had been, and he knew that his power would continue to diminish if he didn't give in to his desires…

His desires… Vegeta suddenly found it funny. His desires… They were his desires, weren't they? All this time, he had been blaming them on the bond, but the prince came to another hard realization: The vast majority of want for Kakarott came not from the bond but from himself.

Still yet, he could not submit to Kakarott. Could not. It was not in him to be submissive. He had always led and was followed, with the exception of Frieza, up until he came to this little mudball of a planet.

Vegeta sighed and snatched his tail out of the air to once more examine the fur. The crimson tinge in his pelt told him a whole different story. It was the mark of a claimed submissive partner, a sign for other Saiyajin to stay away, lest they suffer the wrath of the dominant partner.

The prince had almost considered chopping the furry appendage off to eliminate his shame, but his tail had come back at such a heavy price. At the expense of Bulma's death. Besides, no one else knew what the change meant, and he damn sure wasn't going to tell anybody.

Vegeta paused as his skin began to heat, his body suddenly overcome with need. He tried pushing it back, but to no avail. This heat, this raging need, was the kira-mir. It was a Saiyajin term for 'the heat of sex', which was exactly what it was.

The kira-mir only struck bonded Saiyajin, and denying it only brought it back twofold. Vegeta had felt it several times since this accursed bond had taken root and had beat it back every time.

It swept through Vegeta, leaving his body and soul a blazing inferno of want. It was so strong this time. So overwhelmingly potent. He wanted… He needed…

The prince's jaw went slack as the object of his lust materialized before his eyes, giving the other Saiyajin all the opportunity he needed to crush their lips together and send a questing tongue into Vegeta's mouth.