Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Blood Moon ❯ Heavy Thoughts ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter 3: Heavy Thoughts

Author: Dark Fate

Warnings: Cursing, mild violence, masturbation

Pairings: G/CC, G/V

Rating: NC-17

I would like to thank Kiarene for pulling my ass out of the fire and betaing this chapter.

Vegeta heaved a heavy sigh as he entered the bathroom, nearly tearing the door out of place in his haste to reach a shower. He had to get Kakarott's accursed scent off of him before it drove him insane. The other man's rich, earthy fragrance aroused him to no end, though he would rather die than admit it.

The prince literally ripped the pants from his waist before stepping into the shower and turning the water on as cold as it could go. He had to purge himself of this unwanted longing now. However, the icy stream seemed to be doing nothing to diminish his heated state.

He snarled. What a weakling he was… He, the prince of all Saiyajin, had allowed a third class warrior to both dominate and lay claim to him. And now, he burned for that same low-class soldier's touch. He truly was pathetic…

His tail began lashing, sending tiny droplets of freezing water everywhere. He had given himself to the one man in the universe who was stronger than him on a silver platter. The one man in existence that had again and again proved his vast superiority over the prince of his species. He had let that fool have his way with him, and he couldn't remember a damn thing about it!

Vegeta growled, furious with his body's response to Kakarott's scent. He tried to will his arousal away, but every time he tried, it only seemed to intensify to a new level. Kuso!

He reached for a bar of soap and began to work up a thick lather. He would NOT give in to this. He would NOT let Kakarott have power over him!

The prince furiously spread the foam over his torso and arms. He was going to get the other Saiyajin's fragrance off him even if it took scrubbing his own skin off! He was convinced that if he rid himself of that wonderfully delicious scent, it would temporarily eliminate his overly heated state of mind and body and give him some time to think of a way out of this situation.

Unfortunately, the more Vegeta tried to wash away the other Saiyajin's musk, the more potent it got. The monarch snarled savagely. What was it going to take to get rid of this?!

Vegeta briefly considered relieving himself, but the prince quickly snuffed out that thought, appalled at himself for even considering such a thing. He refused to pleasure himself in that way because of Kakarott. It was below his dignity.

The angry Saiyajin turned the icy spray of water off and stepped out of the shower. It seemed evident that no amount of cold water was going to purge this from his system. He needed something to distract himself, and he had decided that the gravity room would be the best place to start. That had always been his sanctuary when he had something on his mind. Training had always been his way of blanking his mind and alleviating some of his stress.

He paused for a moment and picked up the shredded remnants of his pants. The other Saiyajin's rich scent once again began assaulting the prince's senses, making his blood burn. If I hate Kakarott so much, how does he do this to me?

Vegeta shook his head, dismissing the thought completely. Of course he hated Kakarott. He had always hated Kakarott. Furthermore, he assured himself that he would continue to hate that moron for as long as he drew breath. However, the moment the thoughts formed in his head, the prince knew they were nothing but lies. He hadn't hated the other Saiyajin for quite a time now… Resented, yes. Hated, no.

Anger swept through Vegeta. When had he allowed himself to get close to that blasted simpleton?! More importantly, why had he allowed the baka to get close to him?! And why didn't that seem like such a bad thing anymore…?

The prince growled and incinerated the torn garment in his hand. He wasn't thinking this! It had to be that damned bond taking root in his mind! He knew he wouldn't have those kind of thoughts about the idiot if it weren't. Would he?

Vegeta glared at himself in the bathroom mirror. He was still sopping wet and his flame-like raven spikes hung down his back. The monarch's eyes immediately locked onto the juncture of his neck and shoulder, instantly spotting the fresh bite mark there. Kakarott's mark. That bastard!

He whirled away from the mirror before he could put his fist through the glass. It wouldn't do to shatter it now and have to clean up the mess later. No, no, he would take out his frustrations in the gravity room.

Wrapping a towel around slim hips, he strode purposely from the bathroom and to his room. He had to erase the other Saiyajin from his mind, and training was the only way he knew how to clear his psyche.

He set about pulling on one of his many spandex training suits when he suddenly felt very lightheaded. The prince sat down on the edge of his bed, his hands coming up to rub his temples. The throbbing pain in his forehead seemed to dissipate as this new mental weightlessness took hold. What the hell…?

Quite abruptly, the spell passed as quickly as it came, leaving the prince's head pounding harder than before. Swearing softly, Vegeta finished dressing himself, all the while cursing the third class Saiyajin to every plane of hell in every religion he knew of. Damn that baka! Damn him and his entire fucking bloodline to the eternal pits of hell!!! And most importantly damn this blasted bond!

Vegeta made his way to the gravity room, snarling occasionally and his tail lashing violently as he walked. The prince had a strong feeling that he would be in there for quite a while….

Elsewhere, the said low-class Saiyajin wasn't fairing much better…

"Goku, where have you been?!" Chichi demanded of her husband, dark eyes narrowing.

The humanized alien cringed at her authoritative tone and mustered up the courage to reply, "I was out… sparring."

"Sparring?! For all hours of the night?!" She crossed her arms. "I swear that Vegeta is the worst influence on you!"

Round midnight eyes blinked, "What's an influence…?"

Chichi sighed in defeat, "Goku, just go get yourself cleaned up… You smell like a filthy animal."

Goku sped to the bathroom, grateful to be out of the awkward situation. He felt horrible. He hadn't liked lying to Chichi one little bit, and he felt like biting his own tongue off just for doing it. He wasn't supposed to lie. Especially not to his wife. It just wasn't in his nature….

He sighed as he entered the bathroom and locked the door behind him, remembering the time that Chichi had grown fed up with the barrel they used to bathe in and had this room added to their home. Goku shed his torn pants and brought the garment up to his face, deeply inhaling the rich scent of Vegeta.

The ambrosial fragrance immediately set his blood on fire. The Earth-raised Saiyajin let out a low groan and took a deeper breath, relishing the heady aroma of the only other Saiyajin in existence. How he wished the prince was here… So he could run his fingers through the soft, downy fur of the royal Saiyajin's tail… To see the normally so controlled warrior writhe and moan under his touch…

Goku blinked, the sound of padding footsteps walking past the door snapping him out of his aroused haze. What was he doing?! The guilt washed over him in gargantuan, agonizing waves. He winced, realizing that most of the guilt was coming from potentially hurting his sons instead of his wife. Why? He loved her, didn't he?!

The large warrior shook his head and tossed the ruined garment to the far corner of the room. Of course he loved her! He had spent the majority of his adult life with her and had two wonderful kids with her! So why did the surly prince keep invading his thoughts in such a way…?

Completely and utterly frustrated, he gave up all attempts at understanding what was going on at the moment in favor of a nice, long shower. Perhaps a very, very cold one at that…

However, once the humanized Saiyajin stepped into the shower, turning the water temperature down was suddenly not appealing anymore. His thoughts drifted once more to Vegeta. He wondered what the prince was doing. Maybe he was showering, too…

A flood of hentai images filled Goku's mind at the possibility. He could practically see the lithe prince under the hot spray, muscles rippling with every move of the perfectly defined body. Could fully imagine the smaller man working thick soap suds over his body with those warm, dexterous hands. And exactly what those very hands could do to him…

Goku's hand moved down to stroke his aching arousal. He shut his eyes tightly, imagining that the hand caressing him belonged to the bad-tempered prince. He pulled himself harder, envisioning that it was Vegeta driving him toward completion. That was all the large warrior wanted at the moment. To have Vegeta's hands on him. To have the proud prince writhing and calling his name underneath him…

"V-vegetaaaaaa…AH!" Sharp canines sliced into the inside of his lower lip as he climaxed, filling his mouth with the sweet tang of blood while the hot water washed away all evidence of his activities.

Goku leaned against the shower wall and sank to his knees, ashamed with himself once more. A deep well of loneliness rose within him to match the guilt. He couldn't go see Vegeta. The prince wanted no part of him.

You stupid BAKA!

He felt such a burning need to be close to the sullen man, but Vegeta had made it perfectly clear that he did not want Goku anywhere near him.

Do you realize what you've done?!

Why did it hurt so much?

I do not wish to ever see you again.

Sorrow sank deep into the once-cheerful heart of Son Goku as he staggered to his feet and turned off the spray of water. He wanted so badly to go talk to Vegeta and make what he'd done wrong right again.

You will stay away from me.

He wanted to crack under the pressure. He wanted to go to Chichi and confess all that he'd done to her. That the marks that covered him weren't from sparring, but from the fiery Saiyajin prince.

You will never speak of this to anyone, do you understand me?!

But he had promised Vegeta… He couldn't break that. Couldn't. His respect for the other Saiyajin ran deeper than that.

Goku sighed heavily as he stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel to dry himself with. There was nothing he could do about the situation. Absolutely nothing… For once in his life, the savior of Earth couldn't find a solution to his problem.