Chapter 2: Unlikely Bonds

Author: Dark Fate

Warnings: Cursing, mild violence

Pairings: G/CC, G/V

Rating: NC-17 (For later chapters…)

BIG thanks to Kiarene for beta'ing this for me!

Vegeta slowly came to consciousness, a pain throbbing ceaselessly in his forehead. He felt a lush grass blanket beneath him, but the prince kept his eyes from opening to the world, basking in the last strands of sleep that wound around him like a warm blanket.

A deliciously ambrosial fragrance slammed into his nostrils as he was pulled from the peaceful realm of sleep. He breathed deeply. For some odd reason, he was not able to get enough of it. It was a musky, earthy scent and so naggingly familiar…

The prince turned to the side to try to find a more comfortable position when he became aware of a severe burning sensation radiating from his backside and a slight spike of pain pulsing from his neck. Vegeta paused for a moment, confusion filling his sleep-laden mind. What the hell...?

He shifted from his position on his side to his back, ignoring the pulsing in his head and the soreness in his lower body, and opened his eyes. His blood froze in his veins as he took in the scene before him. It couldn't be… It wasn't… But no matter how many times the startled prince blinked, it was.

Laying inches away from him was a gradually waking, stark naked Kakarott. No… It's not… It can't… No, no, NO!!!

Shock swept the monarch's mind like wildfire as he sat up. How…? Why…? What the FUCK had happened?! And why the HELL couldn't he remember anything from the night before?!

Rage and malice contorted the prince's features. This moron… This simpleton… This BAKA had dominated him! And he, the prince of all Saiyajin, had let a third class buffoon fuck him!

Vegeta snarled. The very man that had constantly bested him and stomped his pride into the ground now had a claim on him. Forever. For-fucking-EVER! Fury and hatred filled Vegeta's benumbed mind.

The monarch growled savagely as he began to collect ki in his palm. He would rid himself of this problem right here and now. Destroy the fool and annihilate his dilemma in an instant.

However, Vegeta found that the more he concentrated his ki into a death ball that he had chosen to end Kakarott's life with, the greater the pounding in his head increased. In fact, the throbbing escalated so much that the prince could no longer control his ki, and the deadly sphere in his palm dissipated into a million harmless sparks.

Pure, unadulterated fury washed through Vegeta's psyche as he recognized the situation for what it was. He was bonded to Kakarott; therefore, he could not kill the moron. Of all people in the universe, he was bonded to Kakarott.

The prince quickly ran through all the things he knew about bonds. They could not be broken, but they could be blocked to a certain extent. Same sex bonds were normally stronger than opposite gender bonds so he would have a slight problem there.

Vegeta glared daggers at the rousing form beside him. If only he could kill the bastard…

All thought was effectively thrown out the window, however, when sleepy onyx eyes opened to meet his own, "Geta?"

The prince blinked. For once in his life, he had no idea what to say. What the hell could he say?

The other Saiyajin brought a hand up to wipe the sleep dust from his eyes, "What're we doin' out here, Geta?"

Cold fury rose once again in the prince. That idiot didn't remember?! At the moment the fact that Vegeta himself couldn't recall a damn thing about the night before either didn't matter.

Before the Earth-raised Saiyajin knew what had hit him, Vegeta had him by the throat, pressed against the rough bark of a nearby tree. Goku stared blankly at the prince, confusion filling his features as he tried to get a good breath. What had he done wrong?

"You stupid BAKA!" Vegeta's grip tightened, cutting off all air. "Do you realize what you've done?! You moron! You fool! You will never speak of this to anyone, do you understand me?!"

Even though he had no idea as to what he was agreeing to, Goku nodded as much as his current position would allow, and to his great relief, Vegeta released him, watching with detached interest as he slumped to the ground, gasping for each breath.

Goku stared balefully up at the other Saiyajin before noticing their rather obvious state of undress and the fact that Vegeta's scent was all over him. And vice versa. Oh Kami, they hadn't! He was a married man! They couldn't have…

Vegeta's words interrupted his turbulent thoughts, "Kakarott, I want you to get this one thing straight," The prince brought himself down so that he was face to face with the other Saiyajin, his voice as cold as a winter chill. "I do not wish to ever see you again. You will stay away from me. Understand?"

Goku could only nod in the face of such malice and contempt. He could only watch as the monarch turned and walked away, gathering a pair of ripped and tattered navy gi pants from the grass and hastily pulling them on before streaking off into the sky.

An overwhelming sadness filled Goku as he picked himself up off of the ground and began to search for his own clothes. He would never see Vegeta again. Never breath in that wonderfully intoxicating, smoky aroma that was Vegeta's scent… He would never be able to touch the prince again… What was he thinking?! He had a wife! He loved her. So why did the thought of following Vegeta seem so much better than going home?

The Saiyajin shook his head, a painful pulsing in his forehead forming seemingly out of nowhere, as he found the remnants of his clothes. The deep blue and orange shirts were torn to shreds. Fortunately, his pants were not ripped quite as badly. Hopefully, Chichi would simply assume the damage came from sparring.

Sparring. There was another thing the humanized Saiyajin would not be doing much of anymore. He and Vegeta normally had rigorous training sessions daily, and there really was no one else on the planet who could provide as much of a challenge to him as the prince did. It would make Chichi happy to have him home more often, but it might also raise questions.

Goku sighed heavily as he slipped into his torn pants. What was he going to do now?