Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Come Together ❯ Part 22 ( Chapter 22 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
Hello, LadyKATT! Don't worry, Vegeta just overdosed sex ^_^. But in thse several chapters it isn't going to be sex that he's going to overdose…
Come Together by chayron (lttomb@yahoo.com) (Chapters 1-9 beta-read by Sabi-san; chapters 10-11 beta-read by S.P.; chapters 12-17 beta-read by Amazing Jess S; chapters 18-20 beta-read by achillona, chapters 21 - 23 beta-read by Amazing Jess S)
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ. I'm not making any money of this fic.
Warnings: Yaoi, male/male. Goku/Vegeta.
Part 22
Something was compressing his lungs and making his breathing difficult. Vegeta tried to push the unwelcome object away. It was a body. But before Vegeta's eyes fluttered open, he registered a familiar scent. Kakarott. Then he remembered.
Vegeta fondled a bite mark on his neck. So now we are mated… He yawned then shook sleeping Kakarott off him completely. How much time had passed? The bright sun was over his head. He looked around. Ahrae wasn't there but he could still feel the isolating force field, and they were lying in a big crater. Yeah, the fight was really fun… Where was his wristband? He could understand that the clothes were gone but he couldn't comprehend why his wristband wasn't on his wrist. He stood up slowly, his body announcing but good about yesterday's beating. Vegeta soothed his sore side - there was a bruise about the size of the Eiffel Tower. Oh yeah, and his backside tingled a bit. He yawned one more time then kneeled next to Kakarott to look at his watch.
“Oh fuck! Kakarott, get up!” Vegeta punched Goku in the side. “We were out for ten hours!”
Goku's eyes shot open. “Shit!” He jumped to his feet, only to fall back on his butt. “Whoa…” Goku clutched his head. He groaned loudly then looked at Vegeta. “It feels like I have a huge hangover…only I didn't drink anything...”
Vegeta shrugged his shoulders. “I don't know, I feel fine… That must be the bonding coming into effect.” He thought a moment. “Actually I have no idea…I don't know how it works… I just know what your brother and that asshole Nappa told me…I had no time for details…” Vegeta looked around. “Where the hell did you put my wristband?”
Goku scratched his sore head and tried to remember. “Hmm…” Then his face lit up. “I know,” he pointed with his finger to the nearest crater, “look over there.”
Vegeta mumbled something under his breath and went to check the hole. He noticed his black wristband protruding from the lumps of dirt. Vegeta took it and wiped it clean. “And what it did do to you?”
Goku blushed. “I don't know…it simply irritated me…I wanted you naked…all of you…”
Vegeta chuckled. He put his wristband on. “Let's go to find the girl.” He watched how Kakarott got up slowly. Vegeta was a bit worried - he wasn't sure if it was normal…he didn't remember anyone telling him about `side-effects'… “Does it hurt badly?”
“No, only when I make sudden moves,” Goku, noticed that the prince was worried. “I'm sure it will pass soon.” Then Goku noticed a huge bruise on Vegeta's side he frowned. “You are going to use a Senzu Bean.”
Vegeta rolled his eyes instead of answering and pointed to the swelling bruise under Goku's eye. Of course Goku didn't see it. He also hadn't noticed his swollen nose. Vegeta pinched his own nose and found that it was sore too. Yeah, that was a good fight.
The prince held Goku just in time. He'd almost smashed headlong into the force field. “Don't you feel it?” Now Vegeta was really worried.
Goku blinked at him. “What should I feel?”
“The force field, we are inside it.” Vegeta turned Goku's head to him. Observed his eyes, checked his head for bruises. Nothing. Goku seemed to be fine. Except he couldn't feel the force field!
Goku freed his head from Vegeta's grasp then reached his hand forward, touching the force field. “Hmm…strange. I could feel them perfectly before…”
“Hey, you, sleeping beauties,” Ahrae's voice wafted though the air, “dress yourself and eat! We have a mission to accomplish!” Ahrae was standing on a small hump. Vegeta felt the force field disperse. The girl waited until they reached her then began to walk with them. “If you could demonstrate what I saw yesterday…Norayn would never have a chance! That was…unbelievable!”
Goku almost chocked. “You watched us?” He blushed fiercely.
Ahrae blushed even more. “Errmm…hmmm…no.” She blinked innocently. “Hmm…just a bit…” She fidgeted with her hair. “I mean…hmm…I stopped watching after you…hmm…won.”
Vegeta rolled his eyes. “She says she stopped after you began to fuck me.”
Ahrae laughed nervously. “Hmm…yeah.”
Goku thought a moment, his blush disappeared. “We were making love, Vegeta. Not fucking!” Goku put his finger to Vegeta's chest while he stopped to open the house's door.
“Whatever…” the prince sighed, entering the house, “…but that was really fun…” Vegeta smiled at his pleasant memories. He still could feel tingling in his backside and that worked as a reminder how good it was…
“Wait till he goes into heat…” Ahrae sighed. “Only a day or so and he won't be able to think about anything else…” Ahrae winked at Goku.
“What do you mean?” Goku knit his brows, while ransacking his clothes-capsule. “Vegeta was in heat one and a half a months ago…so he should have more than two and a half a month left `til his next heat. Saiyans go into heat three or four times in a year. Vegeta's cycle is three times.”
“Kakarott, you can tell her about your own cycle! If you think she would be so interested…” Vegeta angrily bared his canines at Goku. “And yes, I will go into heat soon and it will be more intense than all previous heats. That's how the mating works. Mating is intended for creation of a family.”
“Uh…” Goku scratched his head. He finally found his clothes and now was waiting for Vegeta. “Isn't it a bit too soon?” He slowly backed up when Vegeta's eyes narrowed at him murderously.
“You asshole!” Vegeta fumed. “So now you are unhappy? And who was grumbling about children all the time?”
“So, you want children?” Goku grinned happily.
“No! I don't want any children!” Vegeta hissed at him. “I hate children!”
“But you love Trunks…” Goku furrowed his brows.
“I… I… yes. Shut the fuck up! I hate children! Why are you teasing me?” Vegeta hissed at him, his fists clenched, his tail lashing.
Goku stared at him stupefied. . Something wasn't right; Vegeta was skipping from one subject to another… Goku turned to Ahrae who was calmly serving the food on the table. She just shrugged her shoulders.
“His body is getting ready for the heat and his hormones are raging, the changes are very quick and he simply can't adjust to them. No big deal, it will pass soon. Don't worry,” she calmly took another plate.
“And how do you know?” Vegeta turned to her, hissing. “Mind your own business! What do you know?” he snatched one sandwich with summer sausage and began to eat.
Ahrae faced him. “My mother is over thousand years…how many times do you think she was mated? I can tell you that five of her sixteen mates were Saiyans. So believe me - I know much more than you think!”
Vegeta stared at her for some time then took a bite from his sandwich. “Is it normal that Kakarott's head hurts?”
Ahrae blinked at sudden Vegeta's mood change. “Yes, it's normal. He's a dominant male, and the bond is taking effect on him. He might have some troubles with concentrating and such but it will pass after several hours.”
“Okay.” Vegeta finished his sandwich then reached for another. Ahrae slapped his hand.
“Go wash yourself and dress already!” Ahrae shook her head.
“Give him the fucking sandwich!” Goku definitely growled at Ahrae, almost leaping on her and nearly going Super Saiyan.
“Get lost, Kakarott! How many times I can say you are pissing me off worrying about my meal?” Vegeta hissed at his mate.
“Your meal is my concern!” Goku hissed back. “You are hungry, so eat!”
“Shut the fuck up!” Vegeta rose from the table. “I want to wash first!”
“Eat!”
“No!”
“Eat, I say!”
“Fuck you!”
“Grrr…” Goku took several deep breaths to calm him down before he could kill his new acquired mate. “Fine!” he turned his back to the prince.
Ignoring Ahrae's smirk, Vegeta snatched the sandwich from the table and went to the shower. He stuck his head through the bathroom door. “Are you coming or not?” he asked Kakarott. He saw the pleading look Kakarott gave to Ahrae and noticed how she smirked again. Morons.
Goku couldn't believe how quickly Vegeta's moods changed: one second it seemed that Vegeta was close to attacking him, the next the prince wanted to bathe with him. Goku was sure he had never seen such behavior before. Earlier, while in heat, Vegeta simply was hornier than usual and the prince's body was emitting a stronger and richer scent than usual, but that was all. No mood changes! And he himself never suffered anything similar. Sure, before Piccolo told him, he had no idea about heat at all… But that didn't matter - never in his life had he gone through such quick mood swings! Goku sniffed the air. Yes, Vegeta's hormones were really raging: besides Vegeta's usual smell there was another…sweeter and heavier. It reminded him a bit of the smell of Vegeta in heat but still it was different, some strange mix…
While adjusting the water Goku watched Vegeta eating the sandwich. It irritated Goku: Vegeta was hungry yet despite this the prince still argued with him, likely only to show that he would not do as he was told. Goku sighed then suddenly cheered up: as long as Vegeta was eating he didn't need to be concerned. He quickly leaned in and kissed the bite mark on Vegeta's neck. Vegeta purred, almost choking on his sandwich, arched his eyebrows at him, calmly finished the sandwich, licked his fingertips clean and smirked at him then pushed the sponge into Goku's hand and went under the shower.
“Rub my back,” the prince said, standing in the shower bath.
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Goku stood outside the house while Ahrae capsulated it. He powered up. “You know,” he turned to Vegeta, “I'll try to fly. Maybe the swamp has relented.” Vegeta nodded.
Ahrae cheered when she saw Goku rising into the air and making several circles over their heads. She saw Vegeta following Goku. “Don't raise your ki too high! Don't draw unwelcome attention!” Ahrae shouted.
“How much is too high?” Goku asked Vegeta.
Vegeta thought a moment. “I think we should stay under fourth of Super Saiyan power.”
Goku landed to pick up Ahrae. She thought about the plane but realized that it would be more convenient - no humming sound, less risk of falling (she thought twice about the latter point). But then she saw Vegeta's left eye twitch at her and decided that it still would be safer to fly with her plane. She silently cursed the jealous Saiyan. Moron! She had almost seven years until she hit puberty! She had no use for his `precious Kakarott' now! And he knew it! And was still stupid enough to be jealous!
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Goku grinned widely when he saw the swamp coming to end finally. He grinned the whole time they were flying over the small forest, the lake, and then wide grasslands with some buildings. His grin only increased when they reached a big building surrounded by lights this seemed to be the same tavern they all wanted to reach. It was dark already and it was decided they would rest there that night. They landed one kilometer away from the tavern then went on foot. Ahrae capsulated her sword in case someone would recognize it.
They entered the tavern and observed the surroundings. There were various species and races sitting at the tables. Everyone's heads turned. Goku smiled sheepishly. Vegeta snorted. Ahrae flashed her icy eyes at one dog-like customer who winked at her. They went to the receptionist who resembled an oversized frog.
“Have any free rooms?” Vegeta asked.
“Yeah,” the frog answered, not looking at him.
“One single room and one double,” Vegeta ordered then turned to Ahrae when the frog looked at him expectantly. “Pay him,” the prince told her. Ahrae rolled her eyes at him, asked how much and tossed several credits to the frog. The frog took the money and gave the keys.
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Ahrae observed her room. It was a dump. Crumbling walls, one small dingy window with some faded cotton waste instead of curtains, tattered bed, which looked very suspicious (Ahrae wondered if the bedclothes were changed), creaky floor. She decided that she had overpaid. She wondered why in the hell they decided to stop here. Then remembered: the Saiyans wanted some variety in their meals and, Vegeta wanted beer. She sighed. At least they wouldn't be here long: just to eat, and sleep then they would proceed on their journey.
Ahrae left her room and went to check on the Saiyans. She found them already on their way to the first floor, heading for a meal. She joined them. They all didn't leave anything in their rooms - they carried their belongings with them in their capsules around their waists.
They sat at the wooden table in the corner. After a while a waitress came to them. She was the same race as Ragas: had blond hair, blue lips and yellow eyes. Vegeta felt an instant hatred for her. Goku snuggled closer to the prince and began to growl at her. The poor waitress stood there, her eyes wide. She backed up from Goku and turned to Ahrae.
“Two beers, hama juice, and food, lots of food,” Ahrae ordered.
“What beer do you want? We have krma, hasa and jemu.”
Ahrae blinked then turned to Vegeta. “What beer do you want?”
“Jemu,” Vegeta growled at the waitress. “And bring everything edible, that means nothing that was crawling and slimy when it was alive.”
The waitress nodded and went to fulfill their request. Goku's tail around Vegeta's waist loosened and his head possessively dipped into the bite mark on Vegeta's shoulder.
Vegeta's loud moan stilled the talking in the tavern. Goku raised his head at the unusual silence and saw everyone staring at them. He felt his cheeks flash red and then noticed a light blush on Vegeta's nose.
“What are you staring at?” Vegeta hissed threateningly at the audience, his scowl making everyone go back to their previous doings. The light blush on Vegeta's face didn't reduce the effect.
While the trio was waiting for their meal, Goku went to the bathroom.
Vegeta surprised turned his head at the man who quickly sat in the free place next to him. The man smiled at the prince.
“Hi,” the man said.
Vegeta blinked. “What do you want?”
“Nothing particularly, I just thought I would buy you a drink, get to know you.”
Vegeta felt blush spreading over his face. Damn hormones! But before Vegeta opened his mouth to curse the stranger in all languages he knew, the man noticed the fresh bite mark on the prince's shoulder. The man's face fell.
“Oh, I'm sorry!” the man blushed at his mistake. “I didn't notice.” He rose from the table. “Have a nice evening.”
“Hey,” Ahrae motioned for the man who was going back to his table, “come here!” She patted the place next to her. Vegeta's brows rose in surprise but she shrugged. “I need some company too. I hope you don't mind?” she asked Vegeta sweetly. Vegeta understood that she didn't want him to say anything. He simply sighed.
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Vegeta put his empty mug on the table and belched. He covered his mouth and apologized. That earned him several smirks from his bottle-friends. They were no more sober than him. Vegeta turned his head to a totally sloshed Goku who was sleeping next to him his head on the table. The prince was near blacking out too. His intoxicated mind began to wonder how in the hell he ended up with three other men sitting against him and Kakarott but then got lost somewhere between the first mug of jemu and the toast to their mating. The prince's eyelids felt heavy and, after several swigs from Goku's still half-full mug, all coherent thought left his mind.
Two of three boozy men looked each other in the face, took Goku's still half-full mug and stumbled back to their table.
“Finally,” muttered the third, looking at muzzy Vegeta. He went to Vegeta, freed him from Goku's possessive but limp tail, tossed the prince over his shoulder and went to the second floor.
TBC