Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Come Together ❯ Part 23 ( Chapter 23 )

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 23 (Don't miss chapter 22. I updated two chapters at once.)

 

Vegeta dangled for some time over the man's shoulder then was tossed on a creaking bed, in a dark room. The dark-haired man observed the helpless Saiyan on his bed for some time then decided that this wasn't quite the way he wanted. He approached the bed, picked up the Saiyan then put him on the big table in the middle of the room. Yes, much better. What a decoration. While observing his catch he caught his breath. Damn Saiyan was almost tiny but weighed a ton! Ready, he thought, let's have some fun until that orange dressed fool wakes up from his beauty sleep or that big-eyed and big-mouthed girl missed her friends. Well, maybe it would be better if she missed him. It would be nice to fuck her too.

 

He watched as the Saiyan writhed drunkenly beneath him. As he and his friends entered the tavern, he instantly recognized the two as Saiyans, and he'd smelled the faint aroma, wafting from the Saiyan. The Saiyan was going in heat. It was a pity that he'd had a protective mate and friend at his side, but eventually everything turned out just all right. The fact that the Saiyan was going in heat was really a big plus. And those pills of his were wonders: he still couldn't believe that that powerful and arrogant Saiyan was his to do everything he wanted. He fidgeted with the bite mark on the Saiyans neck, contently smirked at the Saiyan's reaction: the Saiyan murmured something then began to purr. He seized Saiyan's rigid flesh and began to stroke in slow motions. The Saiyan's legs were wide apart and he was mewling shamelessly, begging for more. He pulled the Saiyan down, so that his legs would be hanging from the table, and positioned himself between his legs. The Saiyan struggled for more contact, his eyes fluttered open - there wasn't any spark of awareness, only lust. The Saiyan's breathing was too uneven; his body temperature was surpassing its limits. That wasn't normal effect of the pills but as long as the Saiyan was breathing it didn't concern him in any way.

 

He leaned down and kissed the Saiyan. Yes, the Saiyan knew how to do that. He broke the kiss and began to pump the Saiyan with his hand. Soon the room was filled with incoherent sounds of pleasure. He felt the heat rising: both his and Saiyan's. He just wanted to pin the Saiyan's body to the table and fuck him senseless, not that the Saiyan would have any sense now… But it would be too soon: he wanted to enjoy the power he had over the Saiyan. He slowly pushed his finger through the tight ring of muscles, making the Saiyan squirm under him. He stroked the insides some more time till he found the bundle of nerves, making the Saiyan gasp. He toyed with the spot then withdrew his fingers, tossed his own pants aside.

 

XXXXX

 

The Saiyans weren't in their room. That was a bit strange. They had a long journey tomorrow, like every day, and the morons were still out. Most likely they were just groping each other somewhere in the nearest closet.

 

Ahrae closed the door behind her and climbed downstairs, cursing the Saiyans in all languages she knew. Her eyes swept through the battered and scratched tables. Well, she'd found one. Goku seemed to be asleep. She sat opposite him, kicked his feet under the table. The moron was completely drunk!

 

“Where is your Prince?”

 

Goku stirred then blinked several times then looked at Ahrae while seemingly trying to comprehend something. “I'm totally trashed.” He put his head back on the table and slept further.

 

Ahrae sighed. Well, at least he knew he was drunk…

 

“Do you need some company?”

 

Ahrae shook her head in denial at some green guy who was standing on her right, wrapped in the smoke fog that was spread out like a huge carpet all over the place.

 

“I think you do need. Your boyfriend is useless,” the green guy insisted. Now he was almost hovering over Ahrae.

 

Ahrae ignored the guy. She wiggled out from her seat, not touching the guy, stood up and went to Goku's side. The guy grabbed her wrist. Ahrae turned around; looked at her wrist in his hand then her icy eyes met his. “Let me go.”

 

The guy gave a nasty smile and tried to grab one of her breasts. After Ahrae's fist smashed his nose he ceased, though. She sent him flying into the nearest wall then turned her attention to other people in the room.

 

“You want some too?” she calmly asked the annoyed friends of the creep. All of them now were standing against her. They looked aggressive and drunk and a bit unsure what to do with her. It seemed that their foggy minds got the fact that she was probably stronger than all of them put together.

 

“No, that was a misunderstanding,” one of them slowly sat back at their table, motioning to others to follow his example. They did.

 

Ahrae nodded, flung Goku over her left shoulder and went upstairs. She knew that must have been an amusing sight - a short girl with a bulky Saiyan on her back…

 

Ahrae left Goku in his and Vegeta's room and went to search for the other loser.

 

XXXXX

 

Suddenly he was pushed away, hard. He hit the floor, heard how the Saiyan winced at contact loss. It was the girl. She was leaning over the Saiyan and was asking him something. He saw that her attempts were useless. He laughed when he saw the girl coming to him.

 

“Want to be next?” he asked, smirking then stood up. “You have a nice body too…”

 

The girl stopped near him and bared her canines at him. He smiled. Stupid girl. And then he gasped in disbelief when she grabbed him by his hair and raised him in the air. He hissed in pain and tried to hit her, but she smashed his nose with her free hand. He howled in pain, feeling blood running down his face. How the fuck she was able to do that?!

 

“You shit, what is this?! What did you give him?!” she hissed, lifting her fist again.

 

He flinched in fear then managed a smirk through the pain. “Don't worry - those pills will soon wear off. He won't even remember anything.”

 

“Good,” the girl hit him again then tossed back to the ground, extending her hand.

 

He gasped when the girl's eyes flashed red. “I would kill you now, but I know that he will have more fun with you, so you will have to wait a bit,” she lowered her hand and turned back to the naked Saiyan on the table.

 

Ahrae sighed. Vegeta still was erect. She looked for his clothes but they were shredded into pieces. She grabbed the curtain, peeled it off from the set and covered the prince. She cradled Vegeta in her arms and went to her room. She carefully laid him on her bed. His temperature was too high and his breathing was heavy. It wasn't normal. Ahrae scratched her head, thinking what to do then opened her capsule with water.

 

She put the empty glass on the floor and sat next to Vegeta. His breathing was calming down and temperature was returning to normal. She realized she should inform Goku what happened but wasn't sure if the tavern wouldn't turn into rubble after that. She clenched her fists. Oh how she wanted to kill that perverted bastard! She smiled thinking what Vegeta would do to the son-of-a-bitch.

 

XXXXX

 

Vegeta groaned painfully. He clutched his head before opening his eyes. He was in a room. Kakarott wasn't there. He wasn't tied. He was naked lying in a bed. Beside him was Ahrae. Vegeta's eyes widened. How much did I drink? Then he noticed that the girl was dressed.

 

Ahrae yawned. “Already up? Thought you would sleep longer…” Then she noticed Vegeta's wide eyes. “Oh…oh…you don't remember anything…” Then she realized that she was confusing him even more. “I mean, do you remember the guy you were drinking with? He slipped something in your drink and when the pills started to work he brought you in his room.”

 

“He did what?!” the vein on Vegeta's forehead bulged out. His breathing hitched. “Did he?”

 

“No,” Ahrae shook her head. “I got in time.”

 

“You killed him?” Vegeta stared at her hopefully. He tried to remember at least something, but it was useless. He didn't remember anything after he passed out at the table.

 

Ahrae shrugged her shoulders. “No, I let him go. He was asking so nicely…”

 

“You did what?!” Vegeta forgot he was naked and leapt to his feet on the bed, breaking it and almost tumbling over.

 

Ahrae covered her eyes demonstratively. “Get dressed or something.”

 

“Fuck you! How could you?!”

 

Ahrae sighed. “Moron. Of course I didn't let him go. He is still in his room. I trapped him in a force field. Asshole must be scared to death.”

 

Vegeta grinned like a maniac. “That I like.” He shot through the door but came back after he realized he didn't know the guy's room. “Which room?”

 

Ahrae shook her head. “First get dressed. Walk around here naked and you'll only attract more perverts,” she smiled at him, “ get dressed then come back and I'll tell you.”

 

Vegeta shot through the door again, this time into his and Goku's room. “Hi, Kakarott! Bye, Kakarott!” Vegeta grabbed his clothes-capsule and disappeared before sleepy Goku could ask something.

 

Ahrae drank her water while Vegeta was dressing.

 

“Make him suffer,” Ahrae tapped her fingers on the table. “Son-of-a-bitch!”

 

“You can join me,” Vegeta smirked, putting his hand into the sleeve. “Or are you afraid of screams and some blood?”

 

Ahrae snorted. “No, the opposite, I'm afraid that I would like that too much…” She shifted in her chair. “Bastard!”

 

XXXXX

 

Vegeta saw him as soon as he entered the room. He was sprawled on the floor in the force field made by Ahrae. Son-of-a-bitch. He was so fucking brave when he knew he wouldn't remember anything at all. Uncouth asshole!

 

Vegeta reached the guy and kicked him into his ribs, calculating his power and trying not to kill him instantly. The guy blinked in pain and confusion then woke up completely.

 

“Uhh…it's you…” the guy gripped his left side. He gave Vegeta a nervous smile.

 

Vegeta gave his best smirk ever. “Yeah, it's me…”

 

XXXXX

 

After hearing first screams Ahrae was glad that she chose not to go with Vegeta. She increased the silence field over Vegeta and the pervert. Of course, no one was able to hear them but she didn't want to hear them either - the prince took his time. She wasn't content about that, but she already knew what he would do before telling him where the man was.

 

She didn't want to be alone. She decided to check how Goku was doing.

 

Goku was trying to get up. He blinked, trying to concentrate on Ahrae's face; she had purposely and loudly flung the door in order to wake him up. “My head hurts,” he announced in a squeaking voice.

 

“What you were trying to do?” Ahrae asked while sitting up at the table. “Was that some kind of bet? Who could be the king of the drunken idiots?”

 

“We were celebrating our mating,” Goku justified himself.

 

“Good celebration, I'd say…” Ahrae thought a moment. She wasn't sure if she should say something about Vegeta's last night, but he was Vegeta's mate, and a very inattentive one. And he had a right to know in order to make insure it wouldn't happen again. “Goku, Vegeta is going in heat. Of course you can feel that. You shouldn't ever leave him alone. The places here are dangerous, he's a very appealing target…”

 

Goku stopped clutching his head. He looked her on the face, worry clear on his own face. “What happened yesterday and where is he?” Goku immediately checked for Vegeta's ki but didn't find it. He got nervous.

 

“He's fine, but one of your bottle-friends slipped something into his drink.” Ahrae braced herself in the chair waiting for the oncoming tirade.

 

“What!” Goku was on his feet, clutching his pounding head, his ki rising rapidly. “Where is Vegeta?! What happened?!”

 

“Lower your ki!” Ahrae hissed. “Nothing happened. I found him faster than that guy could have raped him.”

 

“What?” Goku's canines flashed his ki jumping up again. “How is that possible? Vegeta…”

 

“…Was drunk and drugged and affected by his oncoming heat. He had no idea what was going on when I found him. Don't leave him again,” Ahrae nervously watched very agitated Goku.

 

“Where is he?” Goku's voice became very calm, too calm.

 

“Killing the guy who drugged him. I put the silence and power fields.”

 

“That's good,” Goku grit his teeth, the dark flames dancing in his eyes. “Bastard!”

Then he froze a bit confused. “Wait, you left the pervert for Vegeta to kill?”

 

“Well, I couldn't just take away his right, could I?”

 

“I don't think this is a very good idea,” Goku wanted to shake his head but refused the thought. “Vegeta can loose control. He can become dangerous, you never know what he might do…”

 

“He doesn't show any aggression towards you. You can control him if that is what happens.”

 

Goku laughed, amused. “Control Vegeta? I can do that only to the extent he wants and lets me. I have no control over him. Yes, I can push him into one side or the other when he doubts himself or is unsure, but I wouldn't be able to change anything if he wanted something badly…”

 

Ahrae shrugged. She knew better. Or she thought she knew.

 

Goku looked around. “Is there a shower somewhere?” He decided to let Vegeta deal with his attacker on his own.

 

“Dream on… Have you seen the toilets? If even there are showers somewhere, I would advise not to use them.”

 

Goku tugged at his clothes. “Damn.”

 

Ahrae laughed. She thought a moment. “I can try, though. I might end up flooding the whole tavern, but hell it would be an improvement, they do need to scrub this place,” she smiled at confused Goku. “I can create a force field and make some hot water, I won't bother you with the rest.”

 

Goku enthusiastically nodded and immediately began to peel his clothes off. Ahrae pushed the table out of her way, stood up in the middle of the room.

 

“Goku, you know, you should have waited till I turn around or something…” Ahrae sighed, raising her eyes from Goku's crotch to his face.

 

“I didn't notice you were such a modest person. You didn't complain while watching us fight…” Goku grinned at her but turned his back to her which didn't help much.

 

“No, your nudity doesn't bother me at all,” Ahrae laughed, “but it would bother your mate. You know, he might kill me for staring at your naked ass…”

 

“Oh…I didn't think about that.” Goku scratched his head sheepishly. Now he wasn't sure which side of his to turn to Ahrae…

 

“I think it will do now,” Ahrae motioned for Goku to enter the `shower'.

 

Goku turned around and gasped. He stared the force field, which was filled with raining, steaming water, falling from the round top of the field and bouncing at the invisible walls around. The water didn't gather at the bottom, it just disappeared somewhere. “Incredible,” Goku tentatively reached out his hand to touch the water. “Maybe you can make some soap, sponge and a towel?”

 

Ingrate. Ahrae sighed. “Check in your capsule,” she shook her head, refusing to deal with the soap. “And just rise your ki to dry, I put power field up.”

 

“Oh, right.” Goku remembered that he must have soap and a sponge somewhere in the capsules. “Can you teach me that?” He asked while opening his all capsules one by one.

 

“No, you wouldn't be able to learn that. You have none of the necessary genes for magic, it would be only waste of time.”

 

“Pity,” Goku sighed, entering the `shower'. “It's a bit cold,” Goku complained, softly. “Hot, hot, hot!” he leapt from the force field after Ahrae increased the temperature. “It was just a bit cold, not freezing,” he laughed, his skin reddened from the hot water.

 

“You're annoying,” Ahrae put her hands on her hips. “I have never done this before and instead of being grateful, you just complain about the stupid water. Keep your mouth shut and enjoy!”

 

“Uhh…I'll, just bear it …” Goku gave her a toothy grin.

 

“Grrr…” Ahrae stomped her foot on the green carpet. Goku caught himself thinking that now she reminded Bulma. “Try now, it should be fine.”

 

This time Goku showered without any problems. Not long after he finished, Vegeta returned. Neither Goku nor Ahrae asked about what he'd done. There was no need - Vegeta was all covered in blood. It wasn't his.

 

“Vegeta, it won't happen again, I promise.” Goku was standing before Vegeta, his tail writhing guiltily behind him.

 

“Hell, it wouldn't happen anyway!” Vegeta shook his fist angry not noticing Goku's apologetic appearance. “I fucking splashed his guts all over the tavern!” Suddenly Vegeta's fury dispersed. He smelled Goku. “Where did you get the shower?” After Goku pointed at the girl, Vegeta calmly requested for the shower too.

 

Ahrae looked at Vegeta, at all the drying blood on him “Uhhh…” she blinked, unsure. “Okay, but I can't leave the room, I'm not used to the spell… I wouldn't be able to control it otherwise…”

 

Vegeta just shrugged. Like Ahrae hadn't seen him naked before… Then suddenly the prince's head snapped at her, his left eyes twitching. “You had been watching my mate?”

 

“Uhh…no,” Ahrae became very nervous. With that all blood on him, twitching eye, bulging vein on his forehead and bared teeth the prince looked really scary. And if you'd add in that threatening growl…

 

Goku's tail snatched Vegeta's waist just in case if that tried something stupid. “Vegeta, she turned around, you have no reason to be jealous. Just take a shower and we'll be going…”

 

Vegeta's growl disappeared. He blinked not understanding why he had been so agitated a moment before: Ahrae was just a child and he couldn't smell anything else only soap. “You can let me go,” he carefully tugged at Kakarott's tail. “And I'm not jealous!”

 

XXXXX

 

They reached the city of Masar before sunset. The city had about 7,000 residents and almost the same amount of travelers. It was because the Masar was located between other two much bigger cities. The only way to reach them was to travel through Masar. Because of this interesting planet's magic and abilities there was no point in using cars or planes. You could use them if you wanted, but no one knew how the journey might end. You might safely land in the place you wanted or just crash somewhere in the middle of the swamp. You could drive a car but as there were no roads it was useless. The first workers who tried to build roads were simply swallowed by the ground. That was taken into consideration, and of course, there were no volunteers after that. Some tried to ride bicycles or motorbikes, but usually ended up stuck into the mud. That was a really funny planet.

 

Goku was fascinated to see an overgrown black cat, which was roughly equivalent to the size of a horse, used by local people for traveling longer distances and to work in the fields. It tried to bite him though, when he wanted to give it a potato.

 

“At least it's clean here,” Ahrae looked around. She was content to notice a market where were various fruits and vegetables sold.

 

“Wait till we get into a hotel…” Vegeta said, crunching his nose.

 

“You're a bloody pessimist,” Goku shook his head at the prince. Goku liked the city too. It reminded him of the places seen in western movies: wide, dirt roads and one or two floor houses with small windows.

 

They settled in a small hotel in the middle of the city. The hotel was clean and neat and even the prince agreed that it could have been worse.

 

They room was strange bluish color but it looked quite nice, especially for Vegeta, who liked any kind of blue. The brown carpet in the middle of the floor was fluffy and soft, Goku nearly tripped on it every time he just stepped on. Hearing his mate's constant squealing, Vegeta finally lost his temper and threw the rug into the corner, making his mate's life much easier.

 

Because of the security they all settled into one room. Ahrae warned the Saiyans to refrain from any sexual activities with her in the room. There was no resistance. Despite his oncoming heat Vegeta didn't show any interest in sex. The more they got closer to Trunks the more worried and nervous Vegeta became. Goku was relieved that Vegeta unleashed his fury on that pervert in the tavern, he was afraid Vegeta might snap.

 

They ate the dinner in the hotel's dining room then went to bed.

 

TBC