Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Drable-defining Vegeta. Gloves ❯ Gloves ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Tyrana 
Goku defines Vegeta an their relationship through Vegeta's most significant traits/features (I might write a series with a few more drables)
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Shounen-ai | Uploaded On: 08.30.2008 | Updated On: 08.30.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 496 | Visits: 485 | Status: Completed
Goku defines Vegeta an their relationship through Vegeta's most significant traits/features (I might write a series with a few more drables)
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Shounen-ai | Uploaded On: 08.30.2008 | Updated On: 08.30.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 496 | Visits: 485 | Status: Completed
-Goku drabble-defining Vegeta-
A/N: Drable. Goku defines Vegeta and their relationship through the prince's more significant and remarkable traits/features/characteristics. (I may write a series of drables, only if you guys read and actually like this. Please, comment.)
Word count: 336
Warnings: VegetaxGoku goodness (I hope lol), some flufiness (Only on Goku's side so don't run horrified...yet), possibly very poor quality and mistakes galore for it just took me ten minutes to do it and it's unbeta-ed^^; )
Disclaimer: Vegeta and Goku are intellectual property of A.Toriyama
GLOVES
By Tyrana
Goku P.O.V
Gloves, impeccably white and pristine like the first light of morning; a token, a trademark of my prince.
Always on when he fights, inseparable companions. It is impossible to picture him without them. Ubiquitous. Permanent. So intimately bound to the man that have become part of him like a second skin.
And you cannot but wonder.
The first time he kissed me…I swooned, intoxicated with his taste.
And fainted.
And begged for more…
Then, still in a haze, -my heart fluttering and my whole body trembling- I got lost myself in his look of possessiveness. His hand cupped my chin anchoring me to reality. He whispered my name with desire, in such a sultry tone that all I could do to not die right there was to ask him why he always wore his gloves on.
“Scum is unworthy of being graced by a prince’s touch.” Smugly as ever, he smirked.
Then he did the unexpected. He pulled his glove off to lay the palm of his bare hand on my face!
His hand is incredibly soft, almost gentle; yet abrasive in its steadfastness, assertive as it claims you with its touch. Hitherto, I had felt but the brutality and accuracy of its blows.
But that day, with the same intense passion and keenness, it only delivered soft caresses. Sheer bliss.
He groped my bum with his other hand, pulling me closer against him; my pliant body eagerly yielding to his carnal desire as his hips bucked and grind into mine. I moaned wantonly, reveling in the hungry fire dancing wildly in the depths of his smoldering irises.
The moment his thumb began tracing languid circles over my flushed cheek, a strange joy filled me up, knotting my throat. And I wanted to cry and laugh altogether, suddenly struck by the enormity of such a meaningful gesture from my prince.
I leaned on his warmness, ecstatic, as a single tear trailed down my cheek.
That day I knew for the first time what true love means.
END
A/N: Drable. Goku defines Vegeta and their relationship through the prince's more significant and remarkable traits/features/characteristics. (I may write a series of drables, only if you guys read and actually like this. Please, comment.)
Word count: 336
Warnings: VegetaxGoku goodness (I hope lol), some flufiness (Only on Goku's side so don't run horrified...yet), possibly very poor quality and mistakes galore for it just took me ten minutes to do it and it's unbeta-ed^^; )
Disclaimer: Vegeta and Goku are intellectual property of A.Toriyama
GLOVES
By Tyrana
Goku P.O.V
Gloves, impeccably white and pristine like the first light of morning; a token, a trademark of my prince.
Always on when he fights, inseparable companions. It is impossible to picture him without them. Ubiquitous. Permanent. So intimately bound to the man that have become part of him like a second skin.
And you cannot but wonder.
The first time he kissed me…I swooned, intoxicated with his taste.
And fainted.
And begged for more…
Then, still in a haze, -my heart fluttering and my whole body trembling- I got lost myself in his look of possessiveness. His hand cupped my chin anchoring me to reality. He whispered my name with desire, in such a sultry tone that all I could do to not die right there was to ask him why he always wore his gloves on.
“Scum is unworthy of being graced by a prince’s touch.” Smugly as ever, he smirked.
Then he did the unexpected. He pulled his glove off to lay the palm of his bare hand on my face!
His hand is incredibly soft, almost gentle; yet abrasive in its steadfastness, assertive as it claims you with its touch. Hitherto, I had felt but the brutality and accuracy of its blows.
But that day, with the same intense passion and keenness, it only delivered soft caresses. Sheer bliss.
He groped my bum with his other hand, pulling me closer against him; my pliant body eagerly yielding to his carnal desire as his hips bucked and grind into mine. I moaned wantonly, reveling in the hungry fire dancing wildly in the depths of his smoldering irises.
The moment his thumb began tracing languid circles over my flushed cheek, a strange joy filled me up, knotting my throat. And I wanted to cry and laugh altogether, suddenly struck by the enormity of such a meaningful gesture from my prince.
I leaned on his warmness, ecstatic, as a single tear trailed down my cheek.
That day I knew for the first time what true love means.
END