Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Blood Moon ❯ Confused Acquiescence ( Chapter 7 )

Chapter 7: Confused Acquiescence

Author: Dark Fate

Warnings: Cursing, mild violence, masturbation, lemon

Pairings: G/CC, G/V

Rating: NC-17

Trunks snickered and turned to his best friend, grinning wildly. He and Goten had been spying on their fathers, a habit from childhood that they never could quite shake off, and what they had seen was a little more than interesting.

"Told ya so," The lavender haired man said, crossing his arms and smirking in a very Vegeta-like manner.

Goten scowled, his new red-black tail lashing, "You did not!"

"Oh yes, I did!" Trunks exulted haughtily. "My dad topped yours!"

"But-but…" Goten snatched his own tail out of the air and pointed at the reddish highlights in it, "he has this, too!"

Trunks's grin widened considerably, "But he's still seme."

"Then why can't I be seme?!" The black haired man protested.

"Because you're uke!" Trunks retorted, smacking his longtime friend and brand new mate on the ass and delighting in the way he jumped at the contact.

"But-!" Goten's protest was silenced as the lavender haired demi-Saiyajin tossed him over his shoulder and proceeded to make his way back in Capsule Corporation.

"Butt is correct, koi," Trunks smacked his ass again.

Goten's eyes widened as the meaning behind the words sank in and his tail fluffed out to twice its normal size.

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Son Goku rose from the bed, wincing as muscles he hadn't paid much attention to before protested strongly. He marveled at the events of the past few hours, and a million different questions rose in his mind. Had Vegeta truly accepted him? Were they a couple now? Would the prince simply tell him to leave again? What would he tell Chichi?

The Earth raised Saiyajin pushed the tumultuous thoughts out of his head. He would worry about them later, for he knew there would be no answers now. Instead, he focused his attention on the slightly ajar bathroom door and the sounds and scents within.

Vegeta…

Yes, his prince was most definitely in there, and bathing by the sound of it. The idea filled Goku's head with images of Vegeta under the shower spray, rivulets of water dripping down tawny skin. His tail frizzed as he grew hard at the thought. He would have his answers soon…

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Vegeta sighed as he pressed his forehead to cool tile and let the hot water beat at his back. The prince sucked in the humid air in deep breaths as he contemplated his new situation.

By all rights, Kakarott now belonged to him, even though the bond still recognized the prince as the submissive and Kakarott the dominant. The link still needed proper nurturing, and that had not yet been received. He would have to submit to Kakarott before it would be fully satiated, but for the moment, the tide of desire had been lifted. Vegeta was not fooled, however. He knew it would soon rear its ugly head once again.

It puzzled the prince to no end as to why Kakarott had given up dominance to him. Submission meant weakness. Surely even the baka knew that. So why would Kakarott choose to be weak? Was the simpleton's need truly so extreme? Or was the moron toying with him? Vegeta snorted at the thought. Kakarott seemed to be far too naïve to play games. So, why…?

The prince clenched his eyes shut as a wave of nausea passed over him. The bond was becoming stronger, and after such long neglect, the results were not at all pleasant. The link was also beginning to sort out memories that Vegeta thought were completely lost to him. The blank space that should have filled the night of the blood moon was filling up, and Vegeta was not sure that he wanted to recall exactly what had happened.

Vegeta's turbulent thoughts were interrupted as two burly arms wound themselves around his waist from behind. The prince froze at the sudden touch and relaxed as the all-too-familiar scent of Kakarott filled his nostrils.

"Vegetaaaa…" Kakarott nipped at his neck and pressed himself to the prince, letting Vegeta know his desire, "You taste so good…"

The prince turned in the taller man's embrace to gaze into ebony depths, "How long have you been awake, baka?"

A sheepish grin lighted the Earth raised Saiyajin's features, "About five minutes…"

Despite himself, a smirk came to Vegeta's countenance. He was immensely pleased with Kakarott's reaction. So, the baka needed him…

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Trunks sighed contentedly as he lay back against the silken sheets of his bed, Goten draped across his chest dozing away. As he wrapped his arm around his spent mate, he wondered quite what their fathers were up to. Their kis had moved from the GR to a flight above his own room.

The lavender haired man smirked. His mother had been right after all… She had told him before she died that this would happen. His clever mother. She had seen it long before it happened. Of course, only an idiot wouldn't have been able to see the tension between his father and Goku-san.

He fondly recalled his mother's words, "Trunks, this is something I think has to happen. Your father and… Goku-san. You've seen the looks they give each other. Your father will deny it until his face turns blue, but you and I know it. And I don't want it any other way…"

It was amazing how perceptive his mother could be at times. Hopefully, things would turn out right, and his father wouldn't be so stubborn. The demi-Saiyajin sighed. His father? Not stubborn? Bah. Trunks knew for a fact that Goku-san was in for a long hard battle.

The son of Vegeta huffed again, reaching out to stroke his mate's fine raven locks and hoping that Goku had the persistence to make his father understand.

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Goku sighed in the utmost satisfaction as he ran loving fingertips up and down the Saiyajin Prince's spine, simply enjoying the moment. Not long after he had found Vegeta in the shower, the prince had tackled him to the floor of the tub and ravished him in the most delicious way possible. Vegeta had collapsed over him in the wake of their turbulent coupling and was, for the moment, resting atop the Earth raised Saiyajin.

Of course, Goku had no illusions that this would last long. Vegeta would recover and leave. The humanized Saiyajin's brow furrowed at this thought. How was it that Vegeta could be so fiery and passionate one minute but so cold and distant the next?

I don't understand. What makes him like this?

Said prince began stirring, effectively disrupting Goku's thoughts. His brow furrowed as Vegeta pulled away, moving to leave the tub, and the Earth raised Saiyajin snapped his arms about the prince. The smaller man stiffened in his grasp, inky depths meeting his own.

Please don't….

"Release me," Came the cold, sharp command.

The icy words struck Goku deeply, and brawny arms slowly fell away from the prince. An echo of pain resonated throughout the humanized Saiyajin's heart as Vegeta left him in the tub.

Vegeta…

Goku sighed heavily, pulling himself up to stand and wincing as fresh soreness radiated from his backside. He threw his head back into the now-lukewarm spray of water, fighting the urge to go after the prince. However, the more the taller man tried to relax, the more potent this desire became.

There's something missing here, but I just don't know what it is!

The Earth raised Saiyajin snarled in frustration. Something was wrong. Some important element Goku was sure would resolve this problem was missing. Some crucial piece of information.

Goku pressed his forehead against cool tile in an effort to glean this information from his mind. He knew it. He knew he knew it, but he just didn't know what it was! It was there, imbedded deep within his psyche. Maybe it wasn't even his knowledge. It was foreign to him, yet it was so similar. What he needed was there, but he could not reach it.

A savagely frustrated scream rang out through Capsule Corporation.