Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Downward Spiral ❯ Chapter Eleven ( Chapter 11 )

Deep shivers spread through his body as the slow kisses continued to massage his neck, the sharp teeth nipping his skin lightly; it felt so good . . .

“Goku . . .”

He could feel the warm water trickling over him, running over his burning body and through the rivers of water he could feel Goku's hands exploring him, rubbing his chest and stomach as the kisses continued, making him burn within as they stroked his skin tenderly.

Groaning loudly he arched his body letting Goku pin him against the cold wall of the shower, he gasped at how cold the wall could be, it sent shivers through his spine at the mere touch, but he didn't care, letting the water run over his face he parted his legs and reached behind him, stroking his hand through Goku's wet mane of hair. He could feel his yearning body growing hard again, growing warm and in need.

A smile spread over Goku's lips, one that would have melted Vegeta's heart - gently pressing against Vegeta he entered him, his hands holding onto Vegeta's shoulders to stop himself collapsing in pleasure. His vision clouded through the steam and sensations as he fully sheathed himself into the tight muscle. He bent his head into Vegeta's neck slowly and gently nibbled on his earlobe; his tail moved around to Vegeta's front, softly stroking his arousal.

Vegeta's head snapped back as the waves of pleasure struck him, the rainfalls of water covered his face, merging with the beads of sweat. Kami! Such sweet pleasure . . .

A low growl emerged from Goku's throat as his he plunged forward and thrust back, entering Vegeta passionately as his tail tried to match the pace on Vegeta's member. He could feel himself burning with bliss; his body trembling as each wave of gratification hit him - his heart sped quickly and his breathing ran fast. This was too sweet - too good!

Vegeta's hips rocked backwards in and out of the ecstasy that Goku provided, his hands clawing tightly upon the cold tiles of the shower cubicle. The moist, warm breath of Goku brushed the back of his skin so much that the pleasure was excruciating, it made him all the more and more aroused, wanting him to thrust harder and harder . . . He could hear Goku's growls and groans loudly, each one a stroke of music to his ears.

Goku could feely himself nearing the edge, as the tight muscle around him became all the more tense, holding onto him harder and harder making electricity burn through him. Pushing firmly against the inner walls he gripped Vegeta's shoulders tightly, making them red as his own blushed face.

Vegeta cried out as the waves of paradise burst into a frantic rhythm. The tail stroking and pumping his erection was moving in a flurry of speed to keep up with the pounding from behind him, and Kami - he couldn't take it anymore, it was too fucking good!

“Goku!”

A loud scream penetrated Goku's ears as Vegeta reached the pinnacle of pleasure; his seed spilling over the wet fur of his tail and his shudders and shivers sent Goku overt the edge. As he collapsed into Goku's arms Goku let out a powerful scream as loud as Vegeta's releasing his come deep into Vegeta.

Breathing deeply and out of breath, Goku lifted Vegeta into his arms and kissed his forehead gently. The Prince looked so delicious . . . Through half closed eyes he smiled and whispered gently into his ears.

“Fancy a rematch?” Giving a soft chuckle and a wink he was surprised to find Vegeta purring in reply, his hands tracing Goku's muscles and lips opening so his tongue could gain access the nipple on his chest. “I take that as a yes . . .”

A low moan escaped his mouth as he lowered Vegeta to the floor, kissing him forcefully . . .

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It was so hard not to laugh! Lying back on the sofa gently Bulma covered her mouth with her hand trying to keep in her giggles, it was amazing how much a kid Goku was at heart, watching him was like watching a toddler. He'd been downstairs for two minutes and was already trying to beat Trunks and Goten at a game of football on the Playstation; there was no way Goku would win, Trunks practised practically everyday, but still, it was so funny the way his controller went flying through the air and vibrated wildly as he fought with Goten to get nearer the screen. Occasionally the odd scrap broke out between them as he accused them of cheating . . .

Well at least it seemed like it was going to be a good day for once, Goku seemed beyond cheerful and the chibi's were full of energy and for once the sun was shining too, in fact it was blinding her through the open French doors and large windows. She smiled and continued to watch them, she hadn't much to feel bad about, Gohan was resting and quite healthy with Videl and Piccolo attending to his every need, and Goku had got his wish of being with Vegeta, what could go wrong?

She watched the final goal on the screen and winced at the screams of Trunks - not exactly a graceful winner - shouting noisily for joy and dancing in the air whilst Goku threw the controller at the screen and made his way to sit by Bulma on the sofa with a sore look on his face.

“Oh man, I swear my controller was broke!”

“Yeah, sure dad, blame the controller!” Goten laughed and joined Trunks in his victory dance, ignoring the two adults in the corner.

“Is it my fault you two cheated?”

“Next you'll be saying the computer was out to get you!”

Bulma coughed loudly as Goku collapsed by her, sitting cross-legged with a childish pout; Trunks began a rude chant as Goten continued his dancing. “You two better calm down, if you break anything -!”

Spitting out his tongue, Trunks heaved a sigh. “We won't mama!”

Stretching back Goku collapsed against the soft leather of the sofa, letting his eyes wander over to Bulma. He gave a loud sigh, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “So what's up with your staff?”

“Huh?” She raised an eyebrow and bent her head to the side, she was used to random questions from Goku but this was a little too random. Was there supposed to be something wrong with them or something?

“You said they were sick this morning, you were asking if me or Vegeta were ill - it must be really contagious, because we never go near your employees to catch it, so -.”

“Oh that!” She gave a nervous laugh. Oh man! How was she going to explain this one? She knew her staff were perfectly healthy, well all of them except the one in the little capsule experiment accident that ended up front page - but that was beside the point. She only asked Goku in case . . . It was a stupid question though right? Vegeta knew his race better than anybody; he'd have the common sense to -. But what if Vegeta didn't? Then one of them might end up being -.

“Bulma?”

“Oh sorry, I was just thinking. It's just - well . . . the reason I asked you was because you and Vegeta are - well, an item now, right?”

“Yeah. So what has that got to do with some bug going around?”

“Goku, there is no bug. I just wanted to know if you were both feeling okay because -.” Why even bother bringing this up for? Vegeta lived with Saiyans all his life he was the Saiyan Prince! He'd know better than to do it without -. “Well - you probably know male Saiyans can -.”

She stopped as a loud scream screeched though the air. There wasn't really a question who it belonged to, with a deep sigh she turned her head to the door and watched as Vegeta flew in, swearing incessantly. It looked like he just stepped out of the shower, his hair was dead straight running over his back, as it always did when it was wet, and he was wearing only a towel around his waist. She cringed though as she saw his chest - . . . Vegeta always let his temper control him, and it didn't matter why he was in a rage, the fact that he was in one was enough for him to forget to cover his scars and cuts . . .

She turned to Goku who had a look of horror, for the same reason that Bulma held the look. He was staring at Vegeta's chest and motioning to the Chibi's. As if that would work. Since when did Vegeta ever clam down, and since when did he ever get the subtle hints?

“Which one of you fucking chibi's put bloody pink hair dye in my shampoo?”

His voice was loud, screeched and full of anger, and at any other time Bulma would have winced nervously for how he was going to react, but when she let her eyes travel to his hair and noticed many pink streaks showing prominently she couldn't help but laugh. She wiped the tears from her face as the pink haired Vegeta turned around and scowled. Stalking over to the to Trunks and Goten he stood behind them, arms folded and glaring menacingly down at them, both completely engrossed with a wrestling game, completely unaware of what was going on.

“Relax dad, it's only semi-permanent, it'll wash out eventually.”

“Don't you fucking speak to me like that! Kami, damn you! I'm going to bloody kill you! Boy, you're going to wish you've never been born. Turn around, I want to remember exactly what expression is on your face, so when I kick your ass I can have a good laugh as well!”

“Damn!”

Vegeta raised an eyebrow in confusion, looking down at Trunks who had turned around on command like told, by now the boy would have been cowering in fear or giving his apologies, so why was he just staring at Vegeta's chest and looking shocked beyond all belief. Shaking in rage he scowled and threw a death glare downwards.

“What was that?”

“I said `damn'. How the hell did you get those?” He pointed to Vegeta's chest as his eyes widened.

Goten turned around and was watching the two nervously, the controller still in his hand, sitting still he looked over Vegeta curiously, his face snapped as he smiled in realisation and complete innocence.

“Big brother had some just like that! Only they were on his arms!”

“What!” Goku jumped out of his seat, racing to Goten he jumped down and skidded along the floor to eye-level, Bulma followed patiently but rather annoyed from behind. So Gohan was self-harming too? Then why didn't anyone know about it? Why didn't Goten tell anyone? “Goten, you sure? Gohan had cuts on his arms like Vegeta has on his chest?”

“Yeah . . . Why?” He scratched his neck nervously and looked to Trunks for support, who just shrugged.

“Why didn't you tell me or mom about them?”

“Cause Gohan said not to. He said they were an accident, I came in and he cut his arm with a blade and he said that his hand slipped.”

Vegeta snorted but stopped as Bulma's elbow struck him in-between the ribs. Trunks rolled his eyes and sighed. “Goten, if your brother did it by accident then why was there so many?” He looked at Vegeta and shook his head. “You did them on purpose, huh dad?”

Looking away quickly Vegeta tried to cover his cuts, rather unsuccessfully. Goku stood up and moved passed the chibi's to Vegeta, standing in front of him he draped his arms over his neck softly and kissed him on the cheek feeling him go weak at the touch, moving his lips to his he kissed him lovingly.

“'Geta, I've got to go see Gohan, can you meet me at the hospital later?”

“Sure Kakarott, right after I kill these brats.” He scowled to Trunks who gave an innocent grin.

“Thanks `Geta!”

Raising his fingers to his forehead he quickly disappeared; looking down Vegeta watched Trunks shuffling his feet, looking kind of sheepish.

“Boy, what's wrong now?”

Trunks glanced to Goten who shared the same look. “Err - why did Goku kiss you?”

Vegeta blushed bright red as Bulma choked on her laughter; winking at Vegeta she nudged him gently. “Yeah `Geta, why did Goku kiss you?”

Vegeta growled, this was going to be a long morning . . .