Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Idomu ❯ Epilogue ( Chapter 17 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

By: Macha

Disclaimer: I don't own DB/Z/GT or any of the characters found in this fic. They are the property of TOEI ANIMATION in Japan and FUNimation in the U.S.A. I am not making any profit from this.

Rating - NC-17

Warnings - INCEST. And although I don't know that it is so much a warning for this group as it is an encouragement…Yaoi (M/M, M/M/M). Followed by, ice, fire, voyeurism, body modification, bonding, tails, S & M, slave/master, character death, lemons, limes, random Japanese terms, A/U, wishes. (And I apologize for any other warnings I have forgotten!)

Pairings - (stepping out on a limb here folks) Lemons: Prince Vegeta/Kakarott/Gohan, K/Gh, PV/K, Radditz/Gh, V/Gh, V/G.

A/N: THANKS FOR STICKING WITH ME HOSHI! *Directs*- Everyone thank Hoshi you got this chapter.

Idomu - Epilogue

He couldn't sleep. It had been three nights now, since Gohan had left…and he paced the halls of Bulma's home for another evening.

He stopped at the door to Gohan's old bedroom, tears he didn't want to admit to forming. Nights were the worst as his eldest really had been the glue that had been holding him together. Now that was gone.

He rubbed one of his eyes before forcing himself to move on, pausing outside of Bulma's and Vegeta's room, desperation almost forcing him to knock. He clenched his fists at his sides instead, and continued on.

~o0o~

“Vegeta,” Vegeta turned his focus towards the sound of his wife's voice, away from the shadow seen moving away from their door along the sliver of light on the floor.

“Vegeta? I know you're awake,” Bulma insisted.

Vegeta set his head back down on the pillow, “Yes.”

“Go get him,” Bulma whispered.

“What?” his wife's suggestion was more than foreign, and needed explanation.

“I said, go get him. Don't let him wander alone again, tonight,” Bulma rolled over, to face her husband, even if she couldn't make out his features.

Vegeta closed his eyes, nodding, before kissing Bulma briefly. He rolled, leaning over the bed's edge and felt around for the pair of boxers he had stashed under the bed for emergencies.

Bulma snuggled into the covers as the door to their bedroom opened long enough for Vegeta to exit: hopefully in pursuit of her friend.

~o0o~o0o~

Radditz ran his fingertips over Gohan's sides as they both caught their breath. He hugged the one laying over the top of him tighter, as his thoughts worried with how close he may have come to never having him back. “You're certain no one's going to be making silly wishes that take you away again?” he growled. The commander usually wasn't so frank about what he was thinking, but he was learning to be; this whole mess had started because both of them had refused to say what was on their mind.

Gohan would have shaken his head, but he felt so relaxed at the moment, he didn't want to raise his cheek from Radditz' chest, “No. I said my good-byes and let them know how much I thought was good for them to know.”

Radditz shifted a hand to cup the back of Gohan's head, running fingertips over the short hairs at the back of the kid's neck…Radditz still thought of him as `kid', even if he was now about the same age as Prince Vegeta. He played his tongue over the roof of his mouth, trying the massage the ache way. He growled when he realized what he was doing, “I can't hold off much longer, Gohan.” They had agreed to put off a lot of things; like telling his…their family of Gohan's true origins; that, they both agreed was for the best, at least until after they had bonded. Apologies to family and friends, if they felt them necessary, could come later. But putting off the bond itself….

He heard the soft sigh at the same time air ghosted over his cooling skin, and felt the kid try to burrow further against him. Then, “I-I can't either, but…”

“But?” Radditz encouraged verbally, and squeezed gently with the arm still wrapped around Gohan's torso.

“This is going to sound silly…don't laugh,” Gohan said, shifting and then raising his head to look Radditz in the eye.

“Okay…” Radditz quirked one of his eyebrows.

“I don't want to do this somewhere either of us have had sex before,” Gohan rushed out, and then laid his head back down quickly, not certain he wanted to see Radditz reaction to what he had just admitted.

At first, Radditz had to agree…it did seem silly, “That's the only thing holding you back?” he asked skeptically. Gohan just nodded his head against the commander's chest, and Radditz gave the idea some serious thought. That meant this room was out…the guest room was out…when Radditz thought about it, he could feel why Gohan had made the request. Too many memories associated with what had happened…

His barracks at the Palace was certainly out. The G.R….Radditz almost laughed at that thought.

Then he sobered as he got an idea, “I think I know of a place,” he mentioned.

Gohan smiled faintly, “You know, I've only been back a week,” he brought up this last argument. Not because he didn't want to bond with Radditz, for good this time, but because he didn't want anything to get in the way.

“You've told me everything you needed to? Right? No surprises?” Radditz asked.

Gohan nodded, “Absolutely…not keeping any secrets this time. That was a big mistake on my part,” he lifted his head again, “I am sorry,” he whispered.

Radditz pulled his head away from the pillow in order to kiss those slightly frowning lips. He smiled as he let his head drop back to the pillow, “We've done this part already. Remember?” he asked, tapping Gohan's nose gently with a fingertip, “And if you are really concerned about the time, it's going to take us at least a day to pack, and another week to get to where we are going.”

“A week?!” Gohan asked in shock, “Where are we going?”

Radditz smirked, “Somewhere we're going to be `forced' to keep each other warm.”

Gohan rolled his eyes, “Like that's going to be a problem,” he said while he once again relaxed against Radditz' chest.

~o0o~~o0o~

Goku was embarrassed by the squawk he let out as someone grabbed his wrist. He turned quickly enough to note Vegeta's grimace at the sound, “Sorry,” he whispered, “You spooked me.”

Vegeta shook his head, biting his tongue as he realized he was going to make a sarcastic comment about Kakarott's narration of the obvious, “Come on,” he tugged at Kakarott's arm.

“What?” Goku asked, even as he followed. The insomnia really hadn't been good for him. Made his mind wander more than usual; one of the reasons he hadn't detected Vegeta's ki moving long before Vegeta had grabbed his wrist. “What?” he asked again as they came to Bulma's and Vegeta's bedroom door, and Vegeta reached for the handle, “But Bulma…”

“Is the one who insisted I get out of bed, chase you down, and bring you back,” Vegeta said as he opened the door, and pulled Kakarott in with him.

Goku didn't know what to think about that, “I don't think…”

“We're just sleeping, Kakarott,” Vegeta explained.

“Sleeping?” Goku whispered.

“Yes, sleeping, like you haven't done for the last two, almost three nights,” Bulma's voice startled Goku.

“Oh” yes, he really did want to sleep. Goku found it difficult to argue about that.

“Now, get your asses into this bed, and settle down. Some of us have to work in the morning,” Bulma said as she threw back the covers.

Vegeta almost had a heart attack, until he realized that at some point while he was chasing down Kakarott, his wife had put on some pajamas. He frowned, not exactly happy that she wasn't sleeping naked, but then…if Kakarott were sleeping with them, for tonight, maybe it was for the best.

“Vegeta?” Goku still hesitated.

Vegeta pulled the other until he could sit on the mattress, then addressed Kakarott, “Take the boots off, and get in here.”

“O-okay…” Vegeta heard the thump created by those heavy articles of clothing hitting the floor, and then felt the mattress shift as he and his wife were joined by a third party.

“Go to sleep,” Vegeta stated as he spooned up against Bulma.

~o0o~~o0o~

Gohan was thankful he had managed to teach Bardock and crew how to make capsules. The stuff Radditz had insisted they take along for this trip…the demi-sayian couldn't imagine trying to carry it all without them.

Radditz hadn't been kidding when he said it was going to take them a week to get to where they were going. Gohan had thought Radditz had some off world destination in mind. He now had a greater perspective on how big Vegeta-sei actually was.

This morning Radditz had insisted they put on some heavy winter jackets he had packed. “Where is this place?” Gohan had asked in frustration.

Radditz smirked, “Extreme conditions training area,” the commander had finally explained.

Gohan had frowned…that didn't seem very conducive to what they were planning to do….

His teeth were chattering by the time they landed on a narrow ledge of a frozen mountaintop, “Y-you kn-now w-what you're d-doing?” he asked as he slipped slightly on the icy ledge.

Radditz nodded, as he shivered, “Come here…” he beckoned with a short movement. When Gohan had walked over, he urged him into the cave with a gentle shove. “It'll get warmer the further we go in,” Radditz explained as he took the lead. He used a small ki ball to illuminate their passage, “There is a short span of about 30 paces between the two extremes,” he explained over his shoulder.

“Two extremes?” Gohan asked, noting that it was indeed getting warmer, and thankful for it.

Radditz smirked, “Freeze or burn. This is actually a side vent to a volcano.”

“Volcano? Isn't that a bit dangerous?” Gohan asked. He gasped as Radditz suddenly turned to him, wrapped his arms around him and kissed him roughly. He relaxed after the initial shock, purring as his cold fingers started to work their way under Radditz' jacket.

Radditz smirked as he pulled back from the kiss, “With you here to protect me? This volcano is nothing, and we both know it. Besides, the moon's influence is currently on the other side of the planet. It'll be another three years before things really start to get out of hand around here.”

Gohan chuckled as he blushed, quieted when he realized Radditz thought he literally could protect them from an explosion of that possible magnitude, gulped and hoped he wouldn't be put to the test. That was an awful amount of trust the other was putting into him.

“So, the army actually does some training out here?” Gohan asked.

Radditz pulled away as he nodded, unzipped his jacket and pulled a capsule case out. He looked through the contents, before picking one, turning the button before depressing it, and throwing it onto the stone floor, “Yes. And before you ask, no one will be showing up while we are here. The newbies aren't ready for this yet,” the mattress that expanded from the capsule took up most of the walkway.

Gohan snickered, “Well, if they had shown up, we could have instructed them in some other extreme training.”

Radditz growled as he turned, grabbing Gohan before twisting them both and then pressing Gohan into the mattress, “You are mine,” he said with seriousness before pressing his lips to Gohan's again.

Gohan didn't even put up a token fight against Radditz' possessive behavior. He sucked in a breath as Radditz pulled back to glare at him, “No sharing,” he whispered in agreement. Having to tell Radditz about what Vegeta and he had been doing during the time he was away…Radditz had been extremely jealous, for some not so obvious reasons Gohan would never tell another living soul about. The commander had demanded he would seek no other now that he was back. Gohan had promised, but it still seemed to be a concern for Radditz at times.

Radditz' tail lashed once before he forcibly calmed himself. It took another few moments before he was in a frame of mind he could think clearly, “I think we should probably eat first,” he suggested, regret tingeing his voice.

Gohan nodded, smiled slyly, “I certainly don't want to be interrupted once we've started,” he agreed.

~o0o~

Kakarott strode behind Prince Vegeta through the halls. Tension in his mate's shoulders and back indicated how close to exploding in rage Vegeta was. Kakarott didn't blame him. After having stepped into Radditz' job as the prince's bodyguard, Kakarott had to sit through those stupid counsel meetings as well.

Some days it was very tempting to just blast them all to oblivion and start over.

At least Vegeta would be happier; which would make him happier.

Kakarott sighed in dejection as his shoulders slumped. He really wished the king, Vegeta's father, hadn't lost his sanity. He would have loved having at least a few years with his mate before the responsibility of the throne had gone to Vegeta.

Councilman Jerosh was already planning the coronation.

Vegeta opened the door to their rooms and Kakarott quickly entered. Vegeta followed, closed the door, and then stalked over to a cushioned chair, practically throwing himself into it. Kakarott went to a cupboard and pulled out a bottle of wine and a couple of glasses. He popped the cork, poured the glasses almost full, and then handed one to Vegeta.

Who drank it all down without pausing for breath.

Kakarott shook his head, took a sip from his glass before setting it down on the table. He smirked as he slid himself onto Vegeta's lap, pulling away the hand the prince was using to pinch the bridge of his nose. Vegeta sighed, glancing up, and snickered as Kakarott leaned down to kiss him. The snicker quickly passed as the tension transmuted to passion.

If there was one talent Vegeta was most thankful his mate had, it was the ability to distract him. “Next time, let's just do this on the council table. It will certainly stop those pompous bastards from talking.”

Kakarott nodded, chuckled and rubbed his nose against Vegeta's, “I don't know. Some of them seem to like hearing the sound of their own voice. They may actually get louder in order to hear themselves over us.”

Vegeta grinned, “That may be as annoying as it sounds amusing.”

“You want to?” Kakarott quirked an eyebrow.

Vegeta laughed, “You'd seriously do it,” he accused.

Kakarott's grin grew sly, “You know it.”

“Don't make me be the responsible one here,” Vegeta growled, pulling Kakarott's head down for another kiss.

“Hmmmm,” Kakarott mumbled, “Certainly not here.”

~o0o~~o0o~

`For the night' had become a week. Bulma smiled briefly as she walked out of the master bathroom to find Vegeta snuggled up against Goku. She wasn't quite certain that it was normal for her to feel happy about the situation, but whom was she trying to kid? She'd never been `normal' by anyone's standards.

Goku stirred as the mattress shifted. He woke when gentle lips touched his temple, and looked over his shoulder quickly as the mattress shifted again, watching Bulma kiss Vegeta fully on the lips, their kiss growing steadily deeper.

Vegeta had made a faint growl as his wife had leaned over the top of him in order to kiss Kakarott's face. She had a simple smile on her face as she had pulled away, and bent down to kiss him. At first, he wasn't going to, but she had gently insisted until he relaxed enough for her to deepen the kiss. When he finally flicked his tongue against her lips he'd been in for a shock, his body reacting without checking with his brain as he tasted Kakarott on her lips. His ego insisted he should be pissed, but he shoved it into a dark corner of his mind, agreeing with his body on this one; he wanted more no matter the means of attaining it.

Bulma smiled at the small growl of disappointment Vegeta communicated as she pulled away, and ran her fingers through her husband's hair as she said, “I'll see you guys after work,” and then she left quietly.

Goku noted Vegeta's eyes flicker in his direction, and blushed at the smoldering emotions he saw there, thinking the other sayian was pissed or embarrassed about the fact he had continued to watch the two of them kiss. He sighed and rolled over, hoping Vegeta wouldn't make a big deal out of his indiscretion.

He assumed when he felt the mattress shift again that Vegeta was also getting out of bed. It wasn't unusual for the other sayian to get up and go train as soon as Bulma had left the bedroom. So Goku was in for quite a shock himself when he once again felt Vegeta's warmth behind him moments before an arm snake its way over his side, holding him loosely. Goku felt his features relaxed from their initial reaction as he smiled faintly before closing his eyes to go back to sleep.

He'd almost attained his goal when he felt lips against the back of his neck. They weren't anything like the soft plump ones that had kissed his temple earlier. His eyes flew open as he felt what he assumed was a tongue swirl against the back of his neck, gasping as his body froze when he concluded that it could only be one other person. He shuddered as the lips came back to give lasting, slow kisses against his skin. He felt Vegeta's arm move against his side, and Goku's breath caught as he clinched the sheets in his fists.

The last straw was feeling teeth scrape lightly over his skin. This silent, unexpected teasing had to stop! Now, before it got out of…

Vegeta smirked up at Kakarott. The sayian had been having a difficult time trying to figure out Kakarott's mixed signals of halting purrs and a locked up body. It seemed Kakarott had been doing some internal debating, and had come up with this answer: aggression. Well, that was what it looked like to him, any way, Kakarott staring down at him with a look on his face that asked how the fuck he found himself there, pinning Vegeta's shoulders to the bed…that was amusing. Vegeta chuckled, “You going to kiss me or just stay up there all morning?”

He watched as the other blinked slowly, his words seeming to take their time registering in Kakarott's brain. Vegeta ran his hands up Kakarott's tense sides, adding a gentle pull in his direction, urging the other sayian to make up his mind. He wanted to taste the other again.

Goku realized where he was headed about half way there. The last half of the way to his destination was done intentionally on his part. He pressed his lips to Vegeta's as he braced most of his weight with his arms. The kiss was slow…much slower than their first, so many months before had been, and Goku realized that was because Vegeta was letting him lead this time. Goku knew he still wasn't sure of what he was doing when it came to being with another man…let alone that other man being Vegeta.

He pulled back in surprise as Vegeta started purring, the foreign feeling of the vibrations against his chest had also felt strange against his lips and tongue.

Vegeta's purr stopped as he wondered what was going on in the other sayian's head as he looked down at him like that, “Everything okay with you, Kakarott?”

He wasn't expecting, “Since when do you sleep in?”

Vegeta frowned, “I'm not sleeping.”

Goku grimaced as his words were twisted intentionally, “I meant, why aren't you training?”

Vegeta felt his lips twitch mischievously; messing with Kakarott's mind in the morning was ridiculously easy, “Why would I want to go to that lonely training facility when there is a good possibility of plenty of enjoyable exercise here in bed?”

Goku felt his eyes widen at Vegeta's wording. He didn't have time for a come back as something sparked in Vegeta's eyes, and then his world did a 180, and he found his back pressed into the center of the mattress, Vegeta now over him.

He'd barely gotten his bearings before Vegeta's lips were being pressed against, the kiss being much more deliberate this time…seductive. Goku felt his eyes close halfway as a purr flowed from him and he relaxed. He smiled as he felt Vegeta's fingers thread through his hair, nails scratching lightly at his scalp as fingers continuously petted; he liked that.

Vegeta smirked briefly before delving his tongue further into Kakarott's mouth, deepening the kiss, letting a bit more of the intensity he was feeling be communicated through his actions. He smoothed one of his hands down from Kakarott's hair, across the other's cheek and then over his neck, worming his fingers subtly under Kakarott's shirt, thankful the other had stopped wearing the weighted training shirt to bed a couple of nights before, and pressed the material back a bit before pulling his lips away from the other's, only to kiss slowly down his neck to the exposed bit of shoulder. Vegeta listened as Kakarott's purr stopped, the other's body once again strung tight. He continued to assault this area with his mouth until he felt Kakarott slowly become relaxed again. He sat back slowly, staring down at the other, gauging, “Take your shirt off for me, Kakarott?” at first Vegeta was going to demand it, but twisted it into a request. The gentler approach had the desired affect as he was forced to move in order for Kakarott to reach the sash that kept his shirt in place.

Goku struggled to get the material out from under his back, throwing it over the side of the bed once he had managed to do so. He lay back onto the mattress, insecurity making it difficult to relax.

“Is this okay with you, Kakarott?” Vegeta asked.

Goku could feel a blush creeping over his whole body, and a small whine escaped before he managed, “I-I just…”

“Do you want this to continue?” Vegeta insisted quietly. The sayian didn't want the other to feel forced into this. That had never been his intention. However, he needed to know, before things went further.

Goku looked away, closing his eyes and taking a moment to slow his thoughts. He took a big breath before once again opening his eyes, and looked at Vegeta, “I'm just nervous, Vegeta,” he finally managed, not certain if that summed up everything he was feeling, but it was close enough for now.

Vegeta felt his shoulders relax at the other's admission. It had taken a long time for the other to come up with that short answer, but he'd take it at face value; after all, Kakarott was nothing, if not direct. He leaned down slowly, touching his lips to Kakarott's, stopping as the other stiffened, again, and pulling back as the other squirmed and laughed.

Goku stopped laughing, calming his breathing, and panicked at the look of confusion on Vegeta's face, “Your tail was tickling me,” he said with a blush.

One of Vegeta's eyebrows rose as he assessed the situation, realizing that his tail, which he had tucked tightly around his waist at the moment, very well could have been brushing up against Kakarott's stomach as he had leaned over. He smirked, “Ticklish?”

Goku looked up with wide eyes, feeling he may have made a mistake in admitting that, “Don't you dare, Vegeta,” he said, his eyes narrowing.

Vegeta's smirk grew as he leaned over once again, pressing his lips tightly to Kakarott's as he felt the other thrash under him, strong hands suddenly clamping onto his hips and pulling him down against Kakarott's body so he couldn't continue with the teasing brushes of fur on skin. He was fine with this; he liked Kakarott's responses much better when there was something of a challenge to him in what was happening.

Vegeta arched back with a yelp as Kakarott dished out some pay back, the other sayian's tail brushing teasingly over the back of his knee. He sucked in a quick breath, glaring down at the other daringly as he wedged the leg Kakarott was assaulting between the other's. Vegeta growled, nipping at the skin within his reach, and smirked as he shifted his head a bit, before licking at one of Kakarott's nipples. Hands that had been holding his hips still suddenly came up to brace his face, and for a moment he thought Kakarott would push him away. Instead the pressure encouraged him to continue, and Vegeta did so with a purr.

Goku felt his back arch under what Vegeta was doing now. There was never a moment to anticipate, Vegeta switching from lips, to tongue, to teeth, even air, then switching to fingers as his mouth moved to other places. He braced one hand on the small of Vegeta's back as he threaded the fingers of the other loosely into Vegeta's hair, adding enough pressure to assure he was trying to encourage Vegeta to continue, but not enough to force Vegeta's mouth to one place. No, every time Vegeta did something else and he either twitched or arched, the leg settled between his, rubbed against his astoundingly aching erection, but embarrassment for this was quickly laid to rest when he felt Vegeta's grinding into his hip.

As much as Goku appreciated the slight friction, it wasn't nearly enough to make him…oh, gods, he had known where this was headed…he just hadn't actually thought about it quite like that before. Goku realized his thoughts had been consumed by how much he was really enjoying everything Vegeta was showing him, but not necessarily the end result. Now that his tired, though stimulated, mind had finally caught up with the happenings…

Vegeta listened to Kakarott as he continued to change tactics with his mouth. Panting, hitching, purring, growling. He had a little warning something had changed when Kakarott suddenly became quiet, and then the hand in his hair and the one on his hip were moving him away quickly. Vegeta's disappointment at having achieved so much only to have backslid was dispelled as Kakarott quickly began removing his pants, and Vegeta smirked, pressing up so he was kneeling, and pulling his boxers down to his knees before rolling quickly to his back so he could remove them the rest of the way. He finished first, shifting over to his side only to take a moment to stop, and appreciate the sight before him as Kakarott cursed quietly before finally managing to untangle his legs from both his pants and the sheets.

Vegeta reached a tentative finger to Kakarott's side, and traced it down the length of the body that had him, for lack of a better term, mesmerized. He blinked, slightly astonished as one of Kakarott's hands cinched over his wrist, halting his hand's movement before he was forcefully yanked to the other's side. His hand was released and then his head was directed towards the other's face, lips locking demandingly, before he felt his previously freed hand captured once again, being pulled down. Vegeta smirked into the kiss as Kakarott directed him to fold his fingers over the other's erection.

Goku tucked his head into the crook of Vegeta's neck as Vegeta's hand slid down his length. His hips bucked in reaction as he felt himself flush, both in pleasure and embarrassment.

Vegeta kissed Kakarott's cheek, shifting his head slightly as he continued to stroke the other. He wanted Kakarott's mouth, not the side of his face. “Kiss me,” he whispered. He brushed his lips gently to the other's as Kakarott turned his face up to him. He added a bit more pressure, keeping the movements of his lips unhurried as he continued to slide his hand in a steady rhythm; Kakarott's actions were what differed, not his.

Vegeta opened his mouth when he felt Kakarott's tongue press against his lips, smirking briefly as his tongue dueled with Kakarott's darting and retreating one. He sucked in a shocked breath through his nose, as Kakarott's hand slid from his chest to grip his cock. Vegeta purred his approval, not having expected Kakarott to become so suddenly bold, but welcoming it with a shift of his hips so he could move less awkwardly into the stimulating hand.

Moments later, Kakarott broke away from the kiss, pressing his head back into the pillows. Vegeta watched silently as the other looked down at what his hand was holding, a soft blush coming to his features as those unbelieving black eyes moved back and then locked with his. Vegeta smiled gently, pulling a bit stronger than he had been, his actions being rewarded with acquiescent cries; moments later, Kakarott's eyes closed.

Goku tried to keep his hand moving, but his focus was collapsing quickly; diverting everything to one place. His own calls seemed far off to his ears as he felt Vegeta's hand picked up its pace. He didn't even realize most of the effort was coming from him.

Vegeta growled and tucked Kakarott's head tighter to his chest as he could detect desperation tinged with a bit of panic in Kakarott's calls. He looped his tail around his erection as Kakarott's hand left to clutch at the mattress as the other's back arch and hips twisted, seeking release by his hand. He felt the muscle under his hand harden even further as Kakarott's body finally froze, and quickly pressed his lips to Kakarott's, swallowing the near scream that came a fraction of a moment later, accompanied by the feeling of jerky spasms beneath his palm.

Vegeta continued to kiss until he felt Kakarott relax, and then settle, listening to the quiet panting as the other tried to catch his breath. His own breath caught as Kakarott's hand came back up to occupy its previous position, wrapping gently over both is tail and erection. He grimaced slightly as Kakarott squeezed a little, unwinding his tail and laying back as Kakarott's hand backed off enough for him to do so. Vegeta lay back onto the mattress, Kakarott shifting to his side in order to follow.

Goku wasn't certain…of anything he was doing. He felt a little bad about having squeezed Vegeta's tail too tightly, but it obviously hadn't been too bad, because he wasn't running for his life. He shifted as Vegeta did, continuing to stroke, not certain what else, if anything, Vegeta expected him to do. He shifted his legs apart as one of Vegeta's nudged up against them, and then brought them back down, pinning Vegeta's between his own. He continued to stroke, even if he didn't understand the position, hoping, if Vegeta wanted him to do something else, the sayian would tell him. Other wise, he had NO clue….

Goku felt the fur of Vegeta's tail rub against the back of his hand, and watched what he could see of the furry appendage as Vegeta did something he couldn't see, but obviously, what ever it was, excited the other sayian very much. Moments later, Vegeta was the one with a bowed back, breath catching in a silent cry as he climaxed. Goku gently smoothed his hand away as Vegeta slowly became aware of his surroundings once more.

There was a bit of an awkward silence, and then Goku opened his mouth without putting much thought into his words, “You're different, here, in this room…”

Vegeta blinked in shock, not really understanding why the other had chose to point that out now, of all times. Then he laughed, thinking he might understand what Kakarott was trying to convey, “You really don't think the woman would have kept me around this long if I were an asshole in the bedroom, do you?”

Goku shook his head with a small smile, “No, I guess Bulma…”

Vegeta grew alarmed as Kakarott's face once again showed signs of the other sayian beginning to panic, “What's wrong….”

“Oh, my god, what is Bulma going to think…do?!” Goku said in a tense whisper. Vegeta began to chuckle, then laughed, clutching his sides, “Vegeta, this isn't funny! I don't want to hurt her…”

Vegeta shook his head, trying to sober up, “Relax, Kakarott. Bulma is okay with this…”

“How can you be so certain?” Goku asked, hoping it was true.

Vegeta looked Kakarott in the eye, “If she weren't okay with it, she would have found a way to hook a hose up to the cold water in the bathroom, and sprayed me down earlier, instead of kissing you while I was cuddled up against you this morning.”

Goku relaxed slightly, “You two are too subtle for me…as long as you don't think she's going to be mad…”

Vegeta smirked, “The only thing the woman is going to be angry about, is that I didn't record…”

“Record?” Goku squeaked.

“…with a video camera….”

“Camera?!” Goku squeaked again, “Vegeta…I'm…I'm…”

Vegeta shrugged, “No rush…”

“VEGETA!”

Vegeta smirked; yes, ridiculously easy to mess with Kakarott's mind in the morning.

~o0o~~o0o~

Prince Vegeta groaned in complaint as Kakarott's hands stopped massaging his tense shoulders, “Don't stop….”

Kakarott smirked, “I don't plan to…well, not for long, but, I think you'll enjoy this better, laying down, instead of sitting in the chair.”

One side of Vegeta's mouth twitched up, in agreement, “Mmm,” he gladly took the hand Kakarott offered him to pull him out of the chair, using the momentum to turn him towards the bedroom, “In a hurry?” he asked over his shoulder.

He came to a sudden halt as Kakarott's hands and arms snaked around his middle, “Only to get to the bed…nothing to rush after that,” his mate's voice seductively purred into his ear before he felt the hem of his shirt being pulled up, and he moved his arms in order to accommodate the material being pulled off of his body. Then he stumbled as he was playfully pushed from behind.

“Watch it,” he mock growled as his tail lashed, the tip of it barely coming into contact with Kakarott's thigh, before he strode to the bedroom entrance, shoving the double doors open dramatically. “Well?” the prince asked impatiently.

Kakarott smirked, “I was busy `watching it',” he responded deviously.

Prince Vegeta rolled his eyes, “Pervert,” he said as he strolled the rest of the way into the bedroom.

Kakarott shook his head in amusement as he followed. “Take your pants off…I want to give you a full body massage,” he purred as he stalked over to the cupboard they kept the massage oils.

Vegeta had his pants down to his knees when the click of the cupboard door opening registered, he started to turn, even though he knew it was too late….“What do we have here?” Kakarott asked him. Vegeta could feel the blush creeping over his face, and didn't know what the hell was wrong with him; he'd put those in there for Kakarott to find, but….

Kakarott reached to the shelf, pulling out an item he certainly wasn't expecting to see when he had opened the door, “Toys, Ouji-sama?” he asked archly, as he pulled out the dildo, turning to present the item in question to his mate. He smirked at the blush that had crept over his prince's features, “Vegeta…” Kakarott purred, “It's been a long time since I've seen you blush,” Kakarott knew then that the toys weren't necessarily meant for him. Vegeta had never had issues with using such things on him.

Vegeta swallowed hard, “I…”

“At a loss for words?” Kakarott asked, reaching back into the cupboard, “We could use this, to give you a convenient excuse,” he suggested, holding up a gag.

Vegeta swallowed again, the flush to his skin having actually made him break out in a light sweat.

Kakarott's head shifted to the side as he noted the nervous swing of his prince's tail, and the fact he wasn't looking him directly in the eye. He took some pity on his mate, setting the gag down on the small dresser below the cupboard, “On second thought, I want to know exactly what you are feeling when I use this,” he said, waving the dildo slightly as he reached back into the cupboard for a bottle of massage oil, “Finish taking your pants off, Ouji…” he purred as he closed the cupboard.

“Kakarott…” Vegeta began as he reached down to finish removing his garments.

“Sssssh,” Kakarott whispered in his mate's ear after he was standing again, “I'm not interested in hurting you,” he would stop playing this game if his mate gave him any indication he was more than just `uncomfortable'.

Vegeta nodded; he knew that. He trusted his mate…still…his back arched as he felt something hard poke him between his shoulder blades.

“Lean over the mattress, please,” Kakarott requested, using the dildo to direct Vegeta where he wanted him. He smirked at the sight of his mate placing his upper body weight onto the mattress, “Good,” he purred. He flipped the cap of the oil bottle open, tipping it and watching as Vegeta twitched a bit at having the cool liquid spill over him as he drizzled a line of the fragrant oil from between the prince's shoulder blades all the way down his spine, moving around the base of Vegeta's tail, making sure plenty covered his mate's entrance. Once that was done, he recapped the bottle, and tossed it onto the mattress. “Have you used this before?” Kakarott asked he ran the solid object down the line of oil he had poured.

“Yes,” Vegeta admitted quietly, his breath catching when he felt it pressed firmly against his opening.

“Hmmmm,” Kakarott mused as he teased Vegeta's entrance with the object. He resisted the urge to just press it in all the way at once; as in control as he felt right now, he knew his mate well enough to know that this was only to be perceived this way. If he blew the trust Vegeta was showing in him right now? Kakarott shook his head; better to take it slow. He added just enough pressure to his hold for the tip of the dildo to press into his mate.

Vegeta gasped and shuddered, “Cold,” he hissed.

“Better for it to be a bit uncomfortable,” Kakarott insisted, “I'd become very jealous if I thought this object was replacing some of my opportunities.”

Vegeta shook his head against the mattress, “No…not any more,” he admitted.

Kakarott pressed it in a bit further, “That's nice to hear,” he purred as he twisted it a bit, and pressed it in more. He felt excitement settle in his stomach at his mate's groan, as he worked the length of the object slowly. He replaced his hand with his tail as he removed his shirt, feeling the vibrations in his tail as his mate twitched. He twisted it a bit, purring as Vegeta moaned, “Hold it there for me, please,” he asked. Kakarott bit his lip as Vegeta's tail twined with his, growling slightly at the feel of his mate's tail rubbing against his during the switch off. He quickly removed his pants once his appendage was free. “Okay,” he said, pressing his fingers against the object to keep it in place as Vegeta removed his tail, “Now,” he said, settling one knee on the mattress next to his mate's hip, “Shift up onto the mattress.”

Vegeta pressed up with a moan, panting slightly as he moved as instructed, the dildo held gently to him the whole time he moved. When he finally settled back to his stomach on the mattress, Kakarott nudged his legs apart slightly, and then he felt his mate slide a leg between his, using it to keep the object in place.

Kakarott leaned over Vegeta's body adding slight pressure with his thigh as he reached up to start spreading the oil he had poured earlier over his mate's back. He used wide sweeps of his arms, smirking when his weight changed, knowing it would cause the dildo to shift.

The play of the toy in his ass contrasted drastically to the feel of tense knots being rubbed out of the muscles in his back. Vegeta closed his eyes, trying to take in all of the sensations going on. He hummed in approval as Kakarott's thumbs dug into a particularly tense knot, groaned when his mate's weight cause the dildo to press in deeper.

Kakarott kept massaging until he felt Vegeta finally move his hips back, unconsciously indicating what he wanted more. He slid his hands down the slicked skin of his mate's sides, pulling up a bit on Vegeta's hips, “Lift up a bit,” he whispered, wriggling his hands between his mate and the mattress, until he could get a good hold of Vegeta's erection. He purred as he manipulated his ki slightly, stroked down once, and then left a ring of his energy around his mate's cock.

Vegeta's eyes widened in shock at Kakarott's bold actions, “Don't…” ~I don't know that I am ready to give up that sort of control…~

Kakarott pressed himself fully against Vegeta's back, wedging his leg a little tighter, and kissing down Vegeta's spine at the same time he reached across the mattress for the oil bottle, “Sssssh, it's okay,” ~You're not giving up any control, ~ “This is easy. You know what you have to do in order for that to disappear, Ouji-sama?” Kakarott asked seductively, as he flicked the cap open once again, pouring some oil into his palm, and then slicking his hand over Vegeta's cock. When Vegeta shook his head, Kakarott smirked, “You have to make me lose my focus on keeping it there,” he said, with another nudge of his leg as he stroked his hand over his mate's erection, as he closed the cap to the bottle and tossed it over the side of the bed.

Vegeta's arms almost buckled as he moaned.

Kakarott pulled his body away from Vegeta's, looping his tail around the handle of the dildo, and then, manipulated his way beneath Vegeta's body until the prince was over him, settled between his legs, their erections brushing together teasingly. Kakarott bit his lip as he looked down, and then reached out behind him, grabbing for a pillow to shove under his head, and then spread his legs further while tilting his hips up, “Think you can make me lose my focus, Ouji?” Kakarott challenged.

Vegeta growled as he pressed into his mate. They both shuddered, panting when he was fully seated, and Vegeta was actually thankful for the energy ring keeping him bottled up; he probably would have lost it right then other wise.

Kakarott shifted a bit, and then used his tail to pull the dildo out before pushing it back in slowly, groaning as Vegeta rotated his hips in reaction. Both of their attentions' trained on where Vegeta slid in and out of Kakarott, the motions slow as they built a rhythm that worked for both of them, and then Vegeta began to really move.

Kakarott bit his bottom lip as he pressed his head back into the pillow, calling out in ecstasy as Vegeta pounded into him. Vegeta felt the pressure of the ring slip a bit, and smirked, “Already, Kakarott? And here I thought this was some sort of challenge,” he pressed in hard, and rotated his hips, growling possessively as his mate called out again, but gasped in shock as Kakarott pulled his tail back, and then howled in pleasure as Kakarott snapped it forward.

Kakarott grit his teeth, “I'm not done yet,” he hissed.

Vegeta stilled, growling and chuckling at the same time, “Demanding, aren't we?” he whispered into Kakarott's ear before lifting back up, and slamming into Kakarott, enjoying howl that echoed from his mate against their bedroom walls. Vegeta grit his teeth, and buckled down on his focus, driving into his mate, hitting Kakarott's sweet spot every time.

Kakarott gave up on his focus moments before he climaxed. He hugged his mate to him tightly as Vegeta struck once more, and shuddered as he felt his mate release inside him. They both panted as the reward for their exertions slowly stole over them. Vegeta finally collapsed fully onto Kakarott's body. Kakarott's tail unwound from its hold, and he felt Vegeta shudder as the foreign object slipped from his body.

“Never be ashamed to tell me what you want, Vegeta,” Kakarott whispered as he kissed his mate's forehead, “Although, I don't mind little surprises every now and again, my prince,” he mentioned as he ran his fingers through Vegeta's hair.

Prince Vegeta nodded, purring contentedly.

~o0o~

The cave became comfortable once Radditz had put up a temporary cloth barrier and added a welcoming fire. Gohan had been concerned about the smoke, but watched in fascination as what few air currents the barrier let in made the smoke flow further into the tunnel. “The temperature differences make sure there is a constant flow of air,” Radditz had explained, “Which is why I brought the barrier along. Not going to be enough to stop all of the cold currents,” he paused in his explanation, shifting closer to where Gohan was sitting, “But a few currents will be welcome soon enough.”

Gohan smiled as he finished off the noodles left in his bowl. He placed the dirtied dish off to the side of the fire before he washed his face off with a clean, wet towel. He froze as Radditz stalked up behind him, growling possessively in his ear. Gohan purred in response, turning as he was directed by the hands on his hips. He tilted his head back, stretching his arms up and placing his hands on the back of Radditz' neck as the commander bent his head down to kiss him.

Gohan mentally set all other thoughts aside. The past may have been what had brought them together, the future may be what they had to look forward to, but this moment needed to be lived for itself.

Soft hungry purrs wove into the kiss as their tongues danced slowly. Hands brushed, skirted and smoothed over clothing; picked at buttons, buckles and zippers until those last remnants of hindrance came undone and were removed.

Radditz gazed over Gohan, still unable to believe this sayian was going to be his, but willing to risk the mirage, hoping the oasis promised was real.

Distance was dispelled to miniscule as space became unnecessary and meaningless as Radditz molded Gohan to him tightly, before letting him go, only to guide the kid by the hand away from crackling coals.

Gohan followed not because his commander led, but because it was his destination as well. This was what he wanted; this sayian. Radditz.

Even the laws of Time had proven futile against this want.

Breath ghosted over skin as lips lit nerves on fire. The mattress gave way to their intrusion; accommodating their moves with inconspicuous counter offers. All the while anointed and ki graced fingertips petitioned for sanctuary, and were repeatedly granted access.

Radditz lay down as Gohan pressed him back while they continued to kiss. Excitement and desire were his weaknesses; he would do anything the other wanted of him.

Their eyes locked as Gohan straddled over Radditz. Their desperation built on mutual understanding. Gohan gasped unashamed as Radditz filled him; completed him. Radditz shuddered as Gohan sheltered him.

Their tails wove together: trembling and tightening. Radditz smoothed his hands over Gohan's flexing thighs, gazing at the other in silhouette and haloed by the red glow of the fire.

“Radditz!” Gohan's call set Radditz' heart racing. He laced fingers of one hand to the one reaching out for him as he placed the other to the small of Gohan's back as he sat up.

Bleeding marks bared their souls.

The grateful cry of one answered by the protective growl of the other.

Fate's challenged issued, answered and overcome.

Idomu