Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Deep Circle ❯ Part 22 ( Chapter 22 )

Deep Circle by chayron (lttomb@yahoo.com) (beta-read by achillona)

 

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ. I'm not making any money.

Warnings: Yaoi (male x male). Goku/Vegeta.

 

Part 22

 

The entire Vegeta-sei planet was celebrating when they landed. They were greeted with shellfire and colorful energy blasts that were released high into the air.

 

It reminded Goku of New Year's celebrations on the Earth. The only difference was that instead of snow it was raining. But the rain didn't hinder the celebrations much - the huge cheering crowd that had gathered to greet the prince, Goku and Bulma showed that the Saiyans weren't afraid to get a little wet.

 

Goku smiled when he saw Kamala and Vedeno standing in front of the howling crowd, surrounded by bodyguards. Goku could see the guards fight with umbrellas over Kamala's head, but because of forceful winds their efforts didn't do any good and only amused Vedeno, who didn't care at all that he was soaked, and rain was running down his face, making his hair cling to his shoulders and back.

 

After stepping out off the ship and getting as wet as the rest of the Saiyan population, Goku and Vegeta turned to Kamala and Vedeno. Goku felt his grin spreading when he noticed Raaven standing behind Kamala (as Raaven was pregnant Radditz had strictly been against Raaven coming to the Ice-jins' planet with them). Goku watched Radditz approach Raaven, Goku saw Radditz greet his mate pressing his lips to Raaven's forehead then to his shoulder where his claim-mark was; Raaven in his turn pressed his palm to Radditz's chest and warmly welcomed him.

 

Goku was aware of glares and several growls around Radditz and Raaven, but before he could get nervous, Raaven turned to the side softly saying something, and growls stopped. Radditz seemed a bit worried, but Goku noticed a relieved look on his face when by Kamala's order his bodyguards surrounded Raaven with Radditz, including them in their circle.

 

“What did he say?” Goku whispered into Vegeta's ear after they began to move towards castle.

 

“Likely he dared to challenge them,” Vegeta softly answered. “But the thing is that while that might work in other cases, they refused because Raaven is pregnant - there's a huge fine and condemnation for killing a pregnant Saiyan. Besides if they attacked Raaven, I'm sure as hell that half of this crowd would have joined Raaven's side and half would have gone to those guys… We might have had a good greeting party then…”

 

“One day there is going to break through, anyway,” Goku muttered, waving at some kid who was joyously shouting at him and trying to get past the guards.

 

“The fight or acceptance?”

 

“Hmm… well, I hope acceptance will be first…” Goku said. “But I wouldn't mind intervening if…”

 

After they finally reached the castle, Vegeta dismissed the guards, and then Kamala, Vedeno and he went into Vegeta's chambers to change into dry clothes. Goku went into his room, and Radditz with Raaven used the room that was temporarily given to Raaven by Kamala while Radditz was away; today a huge celebration party is planned in the castle, so there was no need to fly between the homes so much.

 

Goku changed in seconds and went to Vegeta's chambers to find that the others weren't as fast as he.

 

“We are having a banquet tonight,” Kamala's voice wafted from the other room.

 

Goku's eyes left Vegeta's toweled backside and concentrated on the slit between the door and wall to Kamala's room that Vegeta let him use as his. “A banquet? Who is going to be there?”

 

“All the royalty, of course; Elites, Zarbon with his mate; several more Naydirs; the commander of the Earth troops and you.”

 

“Me?” Goku blinked. “But I wouldn't know what to do there.”

 

“Eat,” Vegeta sighed, pulling his sweatpants up, “and keep silent.”

 

“Oohh,” Goku enthusiastically nodded, liking the suggestion. “I want to go there.”

 

Vegeta rolled his eyes half-heartedly. The prince tied his wide black sweatpants then quickly put his garnet sleeveless top on. He plopped on his bed, bouncing up and down several times. “Do you have what to wear?” he asked Goku.

 

Goku scratched his head then pointed at his red outworn combat suit. “How about this?”

 

“No,” Vegeta shook his head. “Won't do. I'm not going with you if you're going to wear this scrap. You will have to wear armor, but… Kamala,” the prince shouted, turning his head to Kamala's room, “do you have something for him to wear?”

 

“I'm not sure,” Kamala's voice wafted. “For Gods' sake, Vedeno! Stay in one place while I'm dressing you! I'm a bit bigger than him, but maybe I'll find something.”

 

Goku crunched his nose not liking such a fuss over clothes.

 

“Help!” Vedeno shot through Kamala's door into Vegeta's room. The kid had a towel wrapped around his head to dry his hair. Vedeno jumped onto Vegeta's bed. The child pulled the towel from his head and tossed it on the floor then hid himself behind Vegeta's back. “Help!” he shouted again half-laughing, half-screaming after a half naked angry Kamala showed up from his room.

 

“Damned kid!” Kamala cursed. “Put that towel back!” he threw his wet clingy hair away from his eyes. “If you catch cold, I'll fucking chain you to the bed!” he threatened his son.

 

“Don't curse,” Vedeno grinned at his misuu from behind Vegeta's back.

 

“Grrr!” Kamala grabbed the wet towel from the floor and tossed it at Vegeta. “And what are you laughing at?! You are spoiling that child! It's not fair, he always runs to his big brother!” Kamala angrily pointed at Vegeta.

 

“Because he knows that I won't make him put any nonsense on his head,” Vegeta chuckled.

 

“Vegeta!” Kamala advanced to Vegeta. “I'm his misuu! Stop splitting power!”

 

Vegeta just sighed, rolling his eyes. He knew very well that Kamala's anger was short lived. Kamala probably was still a bit shaken after he thought that Raaven was going to fight those men. Kamala would have fought at his brother's side, but the thing was that the most Saiyans, who were objecting matings like this, were Elites, and an Elite was much stronger than an average Saiyan. The crowd might have split in two, but the power would have been on the Elites' side. That is, until he or Goku intervened into the fight, then that would really have shown the position of the royal house.

 

Vegeta winked at Kamala when he felt Vedeno's small hands wrap around his waist. But then Vegeta froze. He sniffed the air then turned to Goku whose eyes were glued on Kamala's bare chest. “Kamala,” the prince said very calmly, “get the hell out of here and take Vedeno with you.”

 

“Oh thank you,” Kamala snorted, angry with Vegeta. He grabbed his son from under behind Vegeta's back and tucked his child under his arm before leaving the room.

 

“Goku!” Vegeta growled, letting jealousy get the best of him after Kamala left.

 

“What?” Goku scratched his head uneasily, knowing he was in deep shit. “I just peered a little…”

 

“Peered?! A little?!” Vegeta smacked Goku on his head. “Another second and you would have jumped him!”

 

Goku groaned. “You are exaggerating. He's just a very handsome male…”

 

“So I'm ugly?!” Vegeta hissed in fury.

 

“No,” Goku slapped himself on the forehead. “For Gods' sake, don't tell me that you never saw him like that…”

 

“Grrr…” Vegeta bared his canines at Goku, but didn't answer anything, as it was true. After he saw Kamala with his father the first time, despite being very angry, he thought that his father had great taste. And his first heat, with Kamala around, had brought him madness. He had been attracted to Kamala physically then, and who wasn't?!

 

Vegeta cursed loudly after he caught himself justifying himself. He glared at Goku who now was warmly looking at him, a knowing smile on his lips. “But if I see you again…” he growled.

 

Instead of an answer Goku pulled Vegeta closer for a lingering kiss.

 

XXXXX

 

“Are you sure?” Goku looked at Kamala questioningly.

 

“Yes, I am. It suits you perfectly,” Kamala nodded.

 

Goku adverted his eyes from Kamala back to the mirror, to the Saiyan who was dressed in black tight trousers made from thick material, similar to denim. The trousers went over his wine colored boots - the same color as Goku's sleeveless tank top.

 

Kamala clicked his tongue in approval - he was seeing the guy in the mirror a bit different than Goku: the tight, narrow-waisted black trousers did a perfect job to accentuate Goku's round, nice ass at the same time leaving not much to the imagination at the crotch, showing off all goodies Goku had. The massive belt with a white belt-buckle on the front added to the nice picture. Wine color really did suit Goku, and despite that nice sleeveless top was hardly seen under the snow-white armor, it was enough a bit of material to show at the corded neck and sides where the armor was strapped. Neither tank-top nor armor did a good job covering Goku's powerfully built chest and strong, muscular arms.

 

Kamala clicked his tongue again - Goku was going to be popular this night.

 

“Kamala, where the hell is my royal pendulum?” Vegeta shouted from the other room. There was a crash heard then several curses followed and Vegeta swung the door open. Then the prince stopped in the doorway.

 

“Ooh…” Vegeta's mouth worked on its own accord before the prince could have stopped it. He measured Goku from his head to his toes, his eyes drinking the sight in.

 

“I told you…” Goku unhappy turned back to the mirror, misunderstanding Vegeta. “It's awful,” he complained to Kamala again.

 

“Yes, it's definitely not orange,” Kamala chuckled. “And I'm not letting you dress in anything orange…” he shook his head in disgust.

 

“But…” Goku whined.

 

“I like it, moron,” Vegeta licked his suddenly dry lips. “Don't even try putting something else on,” he strongly advised Goku before going back to his room, completely having forgotten why he came to Kamala's room in first place.

 

XXXXX

 

Vegeta had promised him food, but he still didn't get any. The endless talks, praise and congratulations were starting to dance on his nerves. He was hungry, for Gods' sake! And there was a huge table on his left, covered with various foods. He could scent something very tasty, similar to roasted pork. He was beginning to salivate!

 

Goku turned to the table in order to see that blissful aroma's source. He quickly turned back after Vegeta elbowed him. Goku restrained himself from a frustrated whine.

 

Endless handshakes. Goku felt a bit confused after he noticed a strange balance between handshakes: almost every Saiyan wanted to shake Kamala's hand; there was a huge row next to him. And the Saiyans didn't confine themselves only with handshakes - they patted Kamala on the shoulder or even hugged him. Having in mind that Kamala never even participated in any of the attacks on the lizards this was strange, and Kamala himself didn't look very pleased.

 

The other row was next to Goku himself. At first several Saiyans tried to hug him, but after Vegeta gave his best death-glare to everyone who only approached Goku, the hugs magically stopped. Goku already was considered the prince's lover and possible future mate which made Goku almost untouchable.

 

The row next to Vegeta consisted of two Saiyans (Radditz and Raaven) and Zarbon with his mate. The prince was quick to deal with all those wishing to touch him, and Goku guessed that everyone had enough experience from the previous banquets.

 

Goku was starting to conclude that all that hugging and patting on the shoulder wasn't a very important part of congratulating.

 

Goku smiled, noticing Raaven looking at him. Goku was glad that Vegeta and Kamala invited both Saiyans - that was a first step in showing the royalty's position to this mating. He was glad to hear that the king didn't object either.

 

Raaven grinned back, and Goku's eyes widened in shock after Raaven openly measured him with his eyes and mouthed `nice piece of ass'. Before Goku could have somehow reacted, Raaven was innocently shaking Vegeta's hand.

 

Goku coughed in embarrassment, feeling a blush coming even to his hair roots.

 

“Hi, handsome,” Bulma elbowed Goku in his ribs then stood up next to him. “You know,” she pointed at Kamala, “nevertheless I might get interested in that one. He's really hot,” she sipped her bubbly champagne. “What do I need to know about him?”

 

Goku scratched his head, his blush slowly calming down. “Well, he has a five-year-old son. That boy who had been running here earlier.”

 

“Not a problem,” Bulma waved off. “I have two of my own.”

 

“You do?!” Goku gasped. “Who's the father?”

 

Bulma looked at him. “Nicolas. My husband. He died two years ago.”

 

“I'm sorry,” Goku nodded. No, he didn't know anybody with such a name.

 

Goku almost jumped out of his skin as a low growl erupted near his left ear. He turned around to see who that was and met Vegeta's flaming eyes.

 

“And what did I tell you?!” Vegeta hissed at Goku, baring his canines at Bulma.

 

“Hush,” Goku waved his hand before Vegeta's nose, trying to still that annoying sound Vegeta was making. It didn't occur Goku that he shouldn't do that, but champagne and Drilla on an empty stomach didn't ever make anyone more sensible yet. “She is interested in Kamala, I'm trying to get them together.”

 

Vegeta slapped Goku's hand away from his face. “Don't you think he can deal with that himself?” he sighed, feeling his possessiveness and jealousy over Goku retreat. “Want to eat?” Vegeta asked, hoping that Goku would be sober enough to put something into his stomach to balance with the liquor. He needn't have worried - he hadn't even finished his question, and Goku was already at the table, grabbing the biggest plate.

 

After two full plates of that something similar to roasted pork, Goku contentedly stretched himself in a big soft and puffy armchair in the corner. He even let out a happy purr after noticing Vegeta giving him several quick glances while talking with some Saiyan. Now Goku wanted only Vegeta on his lap and he would have been totally satisfied. Then and there a smirk appeared on Goku's face. Goku decided that it was a pretty plan easily accomplished.

 

Huffing, as he was so full, Goku got up from his chair. He went to Kamala, who was still surrounded by about ten Saiyans. Goku glimpsed at the king, but the king was more interested in his new lover. As the latest news was that his lover was pregnant, Goku approved that.

 

Completely ignoring discontent looks, Goku banged through the crowd to Kamala. Kamala gave a grateful look to Goku and let himself be pulled into a calmer corner to have a word with Goku.

 

XXXXX

 

He was angry and frustrated. And nervous. And jealous. Where the hell was Goku?!

 

Vegeta gulped the rest of his glass at once then put it on the table for a servant to fill it again. He turned back to scan the area again, but Goku was still nowhere to be seen. Vegeta cursed silently - he needed a leash on that Saiyan!

 

The prince let out a low annoyed growl then gulped down his wine again. At least that blue-haired whore was still in the hall… Oh, heck, where was Kamala?!

 

Vegeta exhaled in relief after he noticed Kamala talking with Raaven at the table while Radditz was munching on something next to Raaven's side.

 

Vegeta knew that he was drunk. Had he been not so drunk, he wouldn't be so stupid and restless. But, hell, he knew that he shouldn't have brought Goku here dressed like that! He was ready to scratch everyone's eyes out to stop their looking at Goku like that; to hell with eyes, he'd chop their heads off!

 

The prince let out another restless growl, making some Human jump back, away from him. He didn't know what the stupid creature wanted from him and at the moment he didn't give a damn. Hell, he had no idea he could be so possessive and jealous. True, he was possessive and jealous over Kamala most of the time, but he never felt THAT possessive and jealous. He wanted to tie that Saiyan to him. Bonds didn't bind them, and he didn't like that. He wanted some affirmation, some stability and reassurance and commitment. Words weren't enough; words were never enough.

 

Vegeta's eyes widened as he realized what he just had thought. The prince silently cursed three times then put his glass down on the table, deciding that it was enough for this evening.

 

“Where's Goku?” Vegeta asked Kamala, who still was sitting with his brother and Radditz at the table.

 

Kamala blinked at the half-drunken prince then shrugged. “In his or your room probably. He said he felt tired of this fuss.”

 

“And why didn't he tell me anything? Why'd he tell you?” Vegeta grunted discontent.

 

Kamala was surprised; his friend was being highly jealous. “Gods, Vegeta, you are drunk. Go find him and ask.”

 

“Don't order me!” Vegeta frowned at Kamala. But before Kamala could have worried, the prince turned around and left the hall.

 

“Love…” Raaven rolled his eyes at his brother.

 

“Uh-huh,” Radditz agreed, tearing another bite from his chunk he was holding, his eyes following Vegeta's back until he exited through the massive door.

 

As, after opening Goku's room door, it appeared that it was empty, Vegeta spat another curse. Vegeta was angry. But he perfectly knew that it was because he was drunk, if not for that he wouldn't be angry…at least not so badly. Vegeta was even thinking to repay Goku in kind - to find someone and don't come back til morning. He wanted to see how Goku would like that! Or maybe Goku wouldn't even notice?

 

Vegeta threw his door open, furious, agitated by his thoughts. He stomped into his room, ready to slam the door behind his back as loud as he could, but instead he closed it quietly, the intention forgotten while his eyes were absorbing the sight before him. Now Vegeta knew what Goku had been doing. Suddenly Vegeta felt very foolish.

 

“I must look better than I think,” Goku laughed softly at the silent prince. He shifted his naked body, rising a little from the bed to beckon Vegeta to come closer. “What took you so long?” Goku lay back down on the silky covers, his tail swishing in lazy movements behind his back, the tip still beckoning Vegeta to him. “I almost have some of my parts frozen…”

 

“Not for long,” Vegeta muttered a promise, finally regaining his bearings.

 

After noticing that Vegeta indeed did like what he was seeing, Goku got more daring and seductively arched his back from the bed. Goku's soft brown tail slid over his chest, stomach then brushed in between his legs. Goku's eyes closed and his head sensually leaned back. He slightly opened his lips to wet them with his tongue. Goku's eyes opened after hearing a loud thud. He saw Vegeta's armor lying on the floor. Vegeta was fumbling with the rest of his clothes.

 

“So, do you really find me attractive?” Goku purred with a playful, but at the same time lustful note heard in his voice. He turned on his side, supporting himself with one hand, other carelessly resting on his side.

 

“Stupid question,” Vegeta murmured under his breath. He tossed his pants away. “What more proof do you need?” he grunted.

 

Goku's eyes lowered from Vegeta's face to his crotch. “True…” Goku raised his eyes again and gave Vegeta one of his own smirks. He shifted to the side, bending his one leg at the knee to look more inviting. Goku himself was excited with anticipation and he was sure that it was clearly seen. He rewardingly purred when Vegeta finally was completely naked. Goku reached out for the prince, his position becoming much more daring without his own knowledge.

 

After Vegeta reached the bed, Goku's hands wrapped around Vegeta's waist, pulling the prince into the bed and on top of him to steal a hungry kiss. Goku's hands slid over Vegeta's sides, squeezing and stroking the tanned skin. He moaned into Vegeta's mouth, feeling Vegeta's hand firmly grip his spiky hair to bring his head higher to deepen the starved kiss. He startled as Vegeta's other hand roughly grabbed his hip, squeezing it firmly.

 

They broke panting for air, their chests heaving quickly. Goku comfortably shifted in Vegeta's arms then ran his tongue over the inside of his mouth. He frowned. “Gods, Vegeta, how much did you drink?” he sighed reaching for Vegeta then pulling him down to lie on his chest.

 

“Much…” Vegeta sighed too. “Does it bother you?” he sounded a bit embarrassed.

 

“No,” Goku smiled into Vegeta's hair, inhaling the citrus-musky scent that was intensifying with each second and mixing with that of arousal. He circled his hand over Vegeta's back. “You aren't so drunk that you wouldn't know what to do…” Goku chuckled softly, spreading his legs under Vegeta's body, making Vegeta's lower half fall into his made hollow. Goku felt Vegeta's sharp nails digging into his forearms and wrists. Goku got worried when Vegeta didn't answer anything and didn't even move. “I'm sorry,” Goku urgently and guiltily apologized, as he was sure that he must have done something wrong. He brushed over Vegeta's hair then back after Vegeta's nails released him. “I didn't mean to hurt or offend you.”

 

“No…” Vegeta shook his head.

 

Goku felt Vegeta shiver then he heard a soft laugh. He grew confused, but then felt something wet sprinkle on his chest. Goku gasped. “Gods, I'm sorry, Vegeta,” he quickly sat up, pulling Vegeta up with him. “I'm so sorry, I really didn't mean anything,” he pressed Vegeta to his body, kissing the prince's cheeks, eyes, nose. “Please, don't cry… I…” Goku felt his own tears threatening to burst, as he didn't manage to soothe Vegeta.

 

“Shh,” Vegeta covered Goku's mouth with his palm. “Stop that,” he laughed softly, tears still streaming down his face. “It's…” he faltered then pressed his head to Goku's chest, sighing. “Just give me two minutes.”

 

Not sure what to do Goku worriedly embraced Vegeta. Goku felt a bit relieved when Vegeta's tail comfortingly wrapped around his waist. He stroke Vegeta's back for some time then noticed that Vegeta began to calm down.

 

“Are you alright?” Goku asked after Vegeta wiped his last tears away.

 

Vegeta nodded, his head still pressed to Goku's chest. Goku felt the prince exhale, making his chest tingle pleasantly then Vegeta's head rose.

 

“Gods, I'm really drunk,” Vegeta said, looking at his palm wet with tears.

 

“I'm sorry. I won't do this anymore,” Goku guiltily let go of Vegeta. He reached out for a sheet that was lying on the floor and covered himself.

 

Vegeta looked at Goku confused. He reached out to move the sheet away. “What won't you do?”

 

“This,” Goku motioned to himself and the bed that was surrounded by candles. “I'm sorry, I didn't know you'd react like that…”

 

Vegeta tossed his head back roaring with laughter. “Moron, don't even think about not doing this…” After looking at Goku it became clear that the taller Saiyan was thinking that he had gone mad. “It wasn't about this, I just…” Vegeta tried to explain, but faltered, as he wasn't sure how to express himself. What had he felt then, when Goku offered himself to him? Vegeta wasn't sure. He had felt so many things at once… Something so deep and strong that it shook him to his core. There was hardly an explanation to what he had felt. “…Felt happy,” he finished, reddening a bit.

 

Goku blinked his eyes at Vegeta. He furiously scratched his head then. “Alright then…” he said, his voice sounding unsure. “Next time remind me to avoid things that make you SO happy…” he tentatively smiled at Vegeta.

 

Vegeta softly laughed, cupping Goku's head in his hands, leaning in for a kiss. Goku purred, kissing Vegeta back. He let Vegeta toss the sheet from between them away to the ground. His heart began to beat faster at the feel of their nude bodies sliding against each other.

 

Goku groaned into Vegeta's mouth as the kiss intensified with each passing second. Goku had to agree that the prince definitely got much better at kissing; now the smaller Saiyan probably was even better than him. Goku groaned again when Vegeta's tongue shoved his own aside and overtook his mouth completely.

 

Goku felt dizzy with scents. Each time he became intimate with Vegeta it was akin to his mind and body being controlled by scents and sounds; his body and mind would eagerly respond to all of Vegeta's scent changes and all his voice tones. Now these scents were telling Goku that Vegeta was very aroused and eager for coupling. That was triggering Goku's own body to emit a high amount of pheromones.

 

Goku's body began to gently, but impatiently rock against Vegeta's while wet smacking sounds echoed in the room. Goku explored Vegeta's back and tights stroking and squeezing trying to satisfy his burning ache for contact. He wanted Vegeta to hurry up; he was getting very hard down there. He broke the kiss to throw his head back and moan loudly when Vegeta pressed their bodies together, firmly rocking his hips against his.

 

“Ummm…” Goku purred breathlessly, gasping for air when Vegeta caught his tail and began to massage it. His eyes half-dropped at intense pleasure running up and down his spine. Goku gasped and moaned at each of Vegeta's touches until his body was one big need.

 

Goku caught his breath after Vegeta let his tail slide through his fingers back to the silky covers. He couldn't wait any longer. Goku reached to the cupboard next to the bed and pulled out a small tube from the drawer. Holding it between his fingers he gave it to Vegeta. That tube had traveled a long way to get into that drawer: Goku got it from Kamala, who got it from Raaven, who got it from Radditz. Goku hoped that the chain ended there.

 

Vegeta blushed even more than he already was and shook his head. “No, I…” he laughed after seeing Goku's wide eyes as Goku must have thought about pain. “No, I mean…” Vegeta then blushed even more and then just wordlessly wrapped his arms around Goku, pulling him for another passionate kiss.

 

As, after the long and lustful kiss, Goku found himself on top of Vegeta and between the smaller Saiyan legs he understood what Vegeta meant. Goku again leaned to kiss Vegeta, his body shakily leaning over the prince's. “Are you sure?” Not being able to tell in words what he felt, Goku affectionately nuzzled Vegeta's neck. Vegeta nodded then his mouth opened in a mute scream as Goku's hand found his tail.

 

Vegeta's eyes shut tightly and Vegeta arched from the bed, lifting Goku with him. He gasped again and pressed his body to Goku, his arms and legs wrapping around Goku.

 

Goku listened to light pants coming from Vegeta. He pressed Vegeta back down to the bedding then felt Vegeta nuzzle his throat, the nuzzling from time to time interrupted by loud purrs. Vegeta always reacted to the touch to his tail like that. Vegeta's tail by some reason was much more sensitive than his. Goku never felt so turned on as when Vegeta would do that to him. Though he didn't have complaints about that - he felt much more turned on when watching how Vegeta responded to his touch and petting. He liked to see how Vegeta writhed in bliss not being able to suppress his pleasure anymore. He liked to hear Vegeta's pleasurable gasps and see mute cries. He loved to feel Vegeta's nails digging and scratching his skin in his mindless movements. Vegeta's mask would fall then, Vegeta would show everything he had. With him Vegeta was real, not a mask. It was him, his touch, his kisses that were making Vegeta forget and cry out in pleasure and give in to his arms.

 

Goku let Vegeta's tail slide from his palm and loosely curl back to Vegeta's side. He watched Vegeta fight for air, his chest quickly heaving and damp with perspiration. Vegeta's eyes were still closed, as the prince still didn't have enough control over his body. Vegeta responded to his tail petting very strongly, usually it was only what he needed to come. Goku suspected that probably Vegeta simply had a very strong fetish.

 

Goku could see that Vegeta was painfully aroused and he knew that there wasn't going to be a better time. He laid his body over Vegeta's. He purred at the feel of strong and sweaty masculine body under him. Goku kissed and licked on hard muscles while rubbing down between Vegeta's thighs. He nibbled and grazed Vegeta's body on his path down. Goku circled Vegeta's shaft with his tongue, making Vegeta gasp and buck then retreated to get into a better position. Goku pulled Vegeta's legs wider apart and immediately felt Vegeta go stiff, Vegeta's legs tightly closing at his sides. Goku leaned down to nuzzle at Vegeta's throat. He purred trying to get Vegeta relax. After several moments Goku felt the death-grip on his waist lessen. Goku felt the need and urge to reassure the smaller Saiyan, to tell that he would never hurt him, that Vegeta could stop him any time he wanted, but Goku kept silent as he knew that this only would spoil things: the prince would get too emotional or maybe even angry and frustrated.

 

Goku sealed Vegeta's mouth in a reassuring kiss, one hand supporting his weight, other gently running up and down Vegeta's side. He broke the kiss and moved back to leave himself some room between Vegeta's thighs. Feeling Vegeta's heavy gaze on him, Goku took the tube from the covers and squeezed half of the lube onto his fingers. He didn't want Vegeta to feel any pain. Although Goku noticed that, despite his bad experience, in most cases Vegeta liked rougher play, this time he wanted to be on the safer side. All the experimentation could wait til the next time. Now he wanted to go through this as smoothly as possible and not to leave any doubts for Vegeta.

 

Goku looked down at Vegeta. Vegeta seemed to be nervous. Goku had never experienced something so strange - he was aroused beyond belief and he could see that Vegeta was in the same state, but there was so much tension between them!

 

Vegeta flinched when Goku's fingers pressed against his anus then began to slowly sink into him. Vegeta's eyes shut tightly while he willed himself to relax. After Vegeta stopped jerking and starting at his touch, Goku pushed his fingers deeper and began to lube, rub and stretch around. With time he felt Vegeta getting used to the in and out motions and relax more and more.

 

Goku heard Vegeta's soft grunt and brushed over the same spot again. With a loud smack he removed his fingers to get some more lubricant then pushed his fingers back in to lube more. Brushing over the same spot over and over again he began to draw out more responses from Vegeta.

 

Goku was grateful for Kamala making this so much easier for him - if not for Kamala, probably Vegeta would be trying to shove him away screaming, instead beginning to pant loudly. Despite blushing and squirming, Kamala gave him knowledge of what was allowed and expected from him during a coupling, especially when it came to Vegeta.

 

The taller Saiyan licked his dry lips, all the thoughts about Kamala fleeing his head as the sight in front of him was becoming all too much for his senses to bear. Vegeta did like what he was doing: the prince was expressing his approval with low moans and short pants, the prince's hips already moving fast, in tune with his stroking. Goku did like what he was doing to Vegeta too, but he perfectly knew he would like it much more if he were inside Vegeta.

 

Vegeta's clouded eyes opened to look at Goku as Goku's fingers left him. Then Vegeta's hands gripped fistful of sheets when Goku pressed into him, sinking deep into his flesh.

 

That didn't seem to be painless. Goku shakily laid his body over Vegeta's. Tight and hot. Gods, how it was tight! The hot fit was so pleasurable that he hardly was able to stay still. But Vegeta didn't react to him like that - there was a pained look on Vegeta's face, his eyes were tightly shut, his teeth ground together.

 

Goku stroke Vegeta's sides, his hand sliding over damp skin, wishing to remove as much pain as possible. He began to kiss and nuzzle on Vegeta's throat, desperately seeking response from the body under him. Goku was so relieved when the prince's jaw finally unlocked and Vegeta's head rolled to the side on his shoulder to give better access. That was all the encouragement Goku needed.

 

His hand moved smoothly over Vegeta's side again then came to perch on Vegeta's right hip. He tentatively drew his hips back and slowly pushed inside again. When, after several thrusts Vegeta began to buck, meeting him, Goku felt lust overwhelm him, as he could no longer hold on and began to move, first thrusts still careful, but later gaining power and intensity with each second. For some time Vegeta was looking at Goku through half-lidded eyes then the prince closed his eyes and his head fell back to rest on the pillow.

 

Goku loudly grunted in approval when Vegeta's thighs wrapped around his waist. That gave him better access and allowed him to piston deeper into that tight maddening heat. He felt Vegeta lean into him, the prince's hands gripping his back and nape for support. Goku's excitement rose even more hearing Vegeta pant and moan in his ear. Oh, Vegeta was enjoying this as much as he. Vegeta's hips were moving in tact to his, accepting him fully and eager for more.

 

Goku was dizzy with lust and scents around him. He was in ecstasy and still wanted more. Wanted harder and faster.

 

“M-more…” Vegeta gasped breathlessly, clinging to Goku's front.

 

Goku thought that Vegeta was reading his mind, but was too excited to ponder on that. He pressed Vegeta down into the mattress below them, his weight making Vegeta grunt, but his thrusts increasing in power and speed. If Vegeta was eager to receive, he was more than eager to give.

 

Goku panted into Vegeta's shoulder, his body moving against Vegeta's, feeling Vegeta's arms crushing their sweaty bodies together. He listened to loud pants and moans that were mixing with his own grunts and groans. He felt the hot intensity increasing with each thrust then felt Vegeta's arm leave his back and saw it gripping the headboard behind their heads. Goku thrust harder, making Vegeta groan loudly and the bed shake under them. He hoped that Vegeta was near because he surely was: the citrus-musky sex scent and Vegeta's moans were driving him crazy; he couldn't think about anything more, only about moving inside that tight hot and slippery opening, sliding in and out, moving to the peak of his lust.

 

Vegeta's head tossed back, his nails dug deep into Goku's back and he clung to Goku's front, his mouth open in loud gasps and pants. His legs tightened around Goku, his body moving frantically against Goku's then the prince arched off the bed screaming.

 

Goku half growled half grunted at the feel of Vegeta's body tightening around him in orgasm. He roughly pressed half-conscious Vegeta back into the mattress; his pent-up need for satisfaction no longer needed to be suppressed. Goku pounded several times through the clenching and spasming muscles then gave several short hard thrusts and came. Goku tossed his head back, shouting something, not even being aware if it was in Terran or Saiyan then suddenly snarling, his head fell forward, and his teeth sank deep into the smaller Saiyan's shoulder, clamping shut and almost taking off a good bite of the other Saiyan's flesh. Goku's hips jerked against Vegeta's, his body finally finding its release inside Vegeta. Goku vaguely could hear Vegeta screaming and could feel him clawing at his back.

 

Goku growled around the bite he had made then finally unclenched his jaw to suck and lick on the wound. His aroused aggression was instantly gone after he saw that Vegeta was unconscious. Vegeta's chest was still heaving rapidly, but Vegeta's face was completely pale.

 

Goku grabbed the sheet from the ground and pressed it to Vegeta's shoulder to stop the bleeding. He felt panicky because he wasn't sure if this was supposed to be like that. He didn't ask Kamala about the mating - he thought it was too early. But too early or not he had taken Vegeta as his. Hell, and he didn't even ask Vegeta!

 

Goku removed the sheet from Vegeta's neck and was delighted to see that the bleeding had already stopped. Probably everything was all right - he did that driven by his instincts, so it should be all right.

 

Relief washed over Goku after he saw the pale color in Vegeta's face being replaced by a healthy one, indicating that the smaller Saiyan from his unconscious state passed onto some much needed simpler sleep. Goku purred affectionately, leaned to kiss his mark then curled next to Vegeta, wrapping his arm around the smaller waist. He was too damn tired to do anything else, anyway.

 

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Goku contently stirred in the bed then again cozily snuggled into the sheets. A soft purr-yawn escaped his lips when he saw black distinct hair discerning on the white pillow next to him. Goku reached to brush over Vegeta's hair. Vegeta shifted in his sleep, turned to other side, now facing Goku, but didn't wake up. Goku watched Vegeta frown then his features relaxed again. Goku smiled and inhaled a lungful of the scent that was lingering around them in the air. Goku smiled broader. He liked that. He had never imagined that something could be so intense and overwhelming. It hadn't been only sex, it was much more - something that finally satisfied, sated and freed him completely, something that made his body and mind merge and eventually click together. There was a pleasant feeling somewhere in the back of his head; it felt a bit strange, but at the same time very nice. Though Goku couldn't understand how, but that feeling was very familiar and somehow Goku felt very glad to have it.

 

Goku shifted his body closer to Vegeta and reached his hand to brush several hair strands from Vegeta's forehead. But then Goku's hand froze on its way. Goku felt a familiar feeling of `visions' engulf him, carrying him away and he saw another picture, which this time was completely black and didn't become clearer or more detailed: his eyes were shut, and although he couldn't understand where he was, he knew that he was kneeling. His eyes were shut refusing to look at the horrible and painful sight. He knew it must be painful and horrible, because he knew and felt that, he could feel these emotions - they gnawed at him like sharp razors stuck in his body, tearing and leaving him bleeding and in more pain. The pain was so great that he couldn't think anymore. He screamed, screamed and screamed until he could scream no longer.

 

Disbelief, anguish, loss and rage were rippling through him. And then Goku knew. He didn't need to see to know what that was, he knew. He remembered: Vegeta was dead. They both were dead, Vegeta and his baby.

 

Goku choked, letting out a strangled whimper-sound. His eyes snapped wide open as his `vision' merged with his memories. Goku's hand rose to cover his mouth as a tearing sob began to shake his body, tears running down his face.

 

And then he wished that he had never remembered.

 

Vegeta shifted at the sound of a closing door, but then with a content sigh snuggled back into his pillow, not letting the sound disturb his sleep.

 

TBC

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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