Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Keep It Simple ❯ bloody lemon ( Chapter 2 )

Part 2

The morning glare slipping under the curtains managed to fall directly across his eyes. Half asleep, Vegeta winced and lowered his head, tugging the blankets over his face. For a moment he wondered who he lay next to, but the familiar scent and the tail draped over his waist brought it back. During the night they'd shifted so that Goku lay on his back with Vegeta nestled in one arm, his head pillowed on his mate's shoulder. He shifted and felt a sting when he realized his feet barely brushed Goku's calves.

What time was it? He yawned and peered at the window. Instead of bright sunlight, there was only a dim glare, and what he could see between the curtains was grey and overcast. A few seconds later a steady tapping started on the roof, and the rain trickled down the window pane. The air in the room was cold enough to drive him back under the covers, huddling closer to his mate.

On wet mornings like this, he was used to waking alone in a cool bed, not beside a warm body, enveloped in a thick blanket...he frowned. He distinctly remembered going to sleep without any blankets. How had Kakarrot managed to cover them both without waking him? The sex hadn't been that mind-blowing, he shouldn't have been off his guard like that.

"You were dead tired," Goku said softly, startling him.

He glanced up at his mate, mollified when he saw only a small smile, not his grin. Without a word, he settled back down on Goku's shoulder. The soft tail tip flicked over his back, brushing his cheek.

"Halfway through the night," Goku continued, "I woke up. You were huddled up next to me and shivering a little. I managed to pull one of the blankets out from under the bed and cover us."

"'Managed'?" Vegeta repeated with a smirk. "Was it so hard?"

"Um, kinda. You wouldn't let go of me." He grinned in embarrassment. "That made it a little difficult."

Vegeta squeezed his eyes shut. Stupid subconscious. Goku watched him for a few seconds, then gently grabbed his wrist and brought his hand up to his mouth, kissing his mate's fingertips until he glanced up. From the look on his face, no one had ever touched him this way before.

"Don't be ashamed," he whispered. "I liked you being so close."

No answer as Vegeta lay still, watching him. Hesitant at first, Goku drew his free hand up Vegeta's side, along his neck and through his hair. A rumbling purr built in the prince's chest until his mate felt the soft vibrations. Encouraged, he continued to run his fingers through his hair, brush his cheek, lightly trace his lips. He leaned close for a kiss-

The doorbell rang.

Both of them looked up with wide eyes. Vegeta sat straight first, drawing his legs up and the blanket a little higher. Goku sat up and put his hand on his shoulder. "It's okay, it's just Piccolo. He probably just came to see why I turned level three last night."

Vegeta nodded once. "Yes...you'd better go meet him, or else he'll never go away."

"Or get Dende to show him what we were doing," Goku said. He put on a pair of pants and stood at the bedroom door, putting on a shirt as he spoke. "We can let him know, right? He won't tell anyone if I ask him not to."

"Do you mind if people know?" Vegeta whispered.

"No," Goku said, his eyes widening. He hadn't thought his mate would assume he was ashamed. "I just...I don't them to come here and start yelling at us. At you."

Vegeta laughed and shook his head. "I'm not so fragile as that. I would be dead now if I couldn't handle their hate." He shooed him off with a wave of his hand. "Go on, answer the door before he looks in a window."

Sheltered from the rain beneath the overhang, Piccolo pressed the doorbell one more time before the door opened. Seeing Goku barely half-dressed and covered in Vegeta's scent, his first thought was that the two Saiyans had sparred long into the night and Goku had invited the prince to sleep over. Then he noticed that Goku had no wounds at all, save for the deep bite in his throat. And his hair, usually in its impenetrable spikes, was ruffled with smaller spikes sticking out of the main ones.

"You slept with him?" he blurted out. A second later his face blushed purple and he shook his head. "No, sorry, it's none of my business--" He inwardly groaned. Now he knew exactly what the power up had been last night.

"It's okay," Goku said, stifling a laugh. "It's okay if you know we...ah, yeah. Um, actually, we're mated."

"Mated?" Piccolo's blush slowly faded back to green, curious despite himself. Breathe, breathe, it's only Goku and Vegeta. Vegeta of all people, never saw that one coming. "You mean like..."

"Like married. That's what the bite is," he rubbed the mark and winced at how deep it felt.

"What about Chichi?" He frowned and tilted his head. "And Bulma, for that matter."

Goku looked down at the grass growing at the doorstep. "I don't know about Bulma. She and Vegeta have always been kinda weird."

Piccolo grunted, but he smiled despite himself. "Yeah."

"And Chichi..." Goku shook his head. There was no way to describe such an extreme difference. "She's...it's not like this. Vegeta's...he...completes me. He..." He gave up and sighed, glancing back down the hall.

The look told Piccolo all he needed to know.

Inside the bedroom, Vegeta pulled the curtains farther over the window to block out the last sliver of light and sat in darkness, listening to their voices. Too indistinct to tell what they were saying, they spoke for a few more minutes before he heard the door close and Kakarrot's footsteps heading back towards the bedroom. He looked up and noticed his mate's smile.

"The namek approves?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

"He was more interested in me going level three than us being...together." Goku sat down next to him. "He got this funny look in his eyes when I said you were the one who was transformed most of the time."

Vegeta laughed despite himself. Asexual my ass. "Mmm...did he notice your tail?"

"No..." Goku hesitated before slipping his tail up over the edge of his pants. It swished back and forth a few times before Vegeta snatched it, gently holding it still. He ran his fingers against the fur, ruffling it and watching as Goku shivered.

Pleasure, instead of pain. Goku closed his eyes and gripped the edge of the bed, fingers digging into the mattress as Vegeta's hand smoothed his fur, then ruffled it again. He couldn't help himself as he arched, tilting his head back, and Vegeta pushed against the fur all the way up to the base of his spine. Goku clenched his teeth but that didn't stop the small noises coming out of his mouth.

Thrilled with his newfound power, Vegeta smiled and narrowed his eyes, putting his free hand on Goku's chest. He sat up on his knees and leaned against his mate, tracing his fingers up Goku's throat to his mouth, lightly touching his lower lip and forcing his mouth open with a suggestion instead of strength. The taller Saiyan's breath came fast and from deep within his chest, and Vegeta stretched up a little for a kiss.

Goku's arm whipped around the prince's shoulders, crushing him against his body, and Vegeta grabbed Goku's sides to steady himself. The sudden movement trapped him awkwardly sprawled sideways in his mate's lap and he wriggled, trying to find a more comfortable position until Goku drew him further into his lap, tail winding tight around Vegeta's waist. If he hadn't felt Goku's affection under his lust, Vegeta would have fought to get away. Instead he let Goku situate him as he wanted, and the crushing grip softened until he was merely held. He touched Goku's tail again, curling his fingers around the tip and massaging it, drawing another gasp from his mate. The firmness in his mate's pants was a crude sign he was doing this right.

"Still hungry?" Vegeta whispered, already knowing the answer.

"Starving," Goku said, taking another kiss.

When Vegeta drew back again, he brought the tail tip to his mouth and kissed it, flicked his tongue over it. "Want to eat?"

"Oh yes," Goku said, driving his hands up into his hair as he groaned, and his tail whipped so fast it came out of Vegeta's hands.

Immediately Vegeta jumped off his lap and picked up the discarded Goku hand-me-downs, tugging on the pants and tying the drawstring as tight as he could. "Good. Let's find breakfast."

Goku blinked and looked down, his mouth forming a perfect O. "But...huh?"

For a moment Vegeta stared at his face and wanted to try that out but if there was one thing that frightened him, it was a hungry Kakarrot with his mouth close to something rather sensitive. "Food, Kakarrot," he said, drawing on the shirt but leaving off the orange top. "A hunt will make this much more satisfying."

"Huh?" As blood rushed back to his brain, Goku picked out words, breakfast, hunt, more satisfying. "Right now?"

The plaintive whimper brought a smile to Vegeta's face, and he turned and kissed his mate again, able to reach him easily while he was sitting on the bed. "Yes, right now. Trust me, a hunt will lend savor to our..." He hesitated, trying to find the word.

"Love-making?" Goku asked hopefully.

Vegeta might have laughed if the phrase hadn't rested strangely on him. "Love making," he whispered, tasting the word.

"Would you rather get some of your clothes first?" Goku asked. "I can take us--"

"No," Vegeta said and shook his head. "I won't be dressed for long, and I'd rather destroy your clothes than more of my own."

Goku didn't understand what he meant, but if he wouldn't be dressed for long, then he could wait and find out. He took Vegeta's offered hand and followed him to the front door, and when his mate slowly rose into the air, he held tight and flew with him. Moving at a leisurely pace, they gradually left the house in the distance and soared through the lowest clouds for awhile, outrunning the rain until they flew at the front of the storm, dodging arcs of lightning. Goku's heart pounded as he kept hand in hand with Vegeta, trusting him to guide him out of the way of the silver and pink flashes through the vapor, and he marveled at his mate's control. He felt the lightning all around him, but his mate seemed to feel the positive and negative charges in the air leading every strike.

When the strikes grew too numerous, Vegeta took him down toward the tall grass beneath them, letting him skim the top of the blades. The yellow grass parted behind them like water, the occasional bushes and trees like swells and crests of waves. Vegeta gestured to the right and he spotted a herd of deer running away from the storm parallel to them. At this distance, they looked more like dolphins leaping over the ocean's surface. Even the light seemed reflected on the glistening grass.

"There," Vegeta said, "that's perfect."

Goku followed his look and saw their prey, a small dinosaur no larger than himself, but what it lacked in size it made up in teeth and claws. Its arms ended in hooked talons, its fangs filled its mouth, and its eyes locked on him as they neared. He started to ascend but Vegeta's hand tightened and he shook his head.

"Watch me," he said softly.

"But it's dangerous--" Goku started, but Vegeta pulled him to a stop and squeezed his hand.

"Trust me," he said. "Just watch."

Leaving him several yards away, Vegeta flew in closer to the raptor, feet never touching the ground. He dodged the first snap of its jaws, ducking under its teeth and landing a kick to its stomach. Its arm came around in a vicious slash that took a few strands of hair as Vegeta leaned back, then retaliated with his own slash, his smaller claws gouging its skin. It turned its back to him, surprising him long enough to slam its tail into his side. He nearly landed on his back in the dirt but flew inches off the ground long enough to rise again, dodging as it tried to leap on him.

Holding his breath without realizing it, Goku watched his mate change tactics, landing and using the ground for leverage as he dodged and attacked. Goku winced, thinking he'd see Vegeta sliced in half, but as the fight went on it became less a battle and more of a dance, the prince leading his prey in circles, baiting it over the grass. Exhilaration, a racing heart, mouth slightly open as he hissed in breath, Goku felt his mate's emotions as if they were his own. He felt the bloodlust, the love of this primal game he'd never fully experienced. Oh, he'd hunted, but never like this. He'd never preyed.

When Vegeta leaped behind it and grabbed its neck, ripping its throat open, Goku felt the blood running over his own hands, felt the wet heat sliding through his palms, the scent of a fresh kill drawing him close. Vegeta forced the body to the ground and bent over it, holding its flailing limbs still and its head up so it couldn't bite, pressing his mouth to the flowing blood. Seeing his mate, his royal mate, on all fours like a wolf lapping the blood of its kill, sent hard shivers through him. As the raptor died, its body turning still, Vegeta ceased and sat up, blood smeared across his lips. Without bothering to wipe it off, he hooked his fingers into its chest and ripped off a broad swath of muscle, exposing the ribs which he promptly broke apart. He seized the heart and tore it out, holding it out to Goku as it gave one last shudder.

In the cool air the heart steamed, still hot and dripping. High on his mate's kill, Goku fell to his knees and took it in both hands. Vegeta's feelings left no doubt. He opened his mouth and bit into it, ripping through a chamber and pulling off a large piece. It burned in his mouth and he swallowed, the blood leaving a rich taste of cream, and he took another bite.

Vegeta's hands came around his, pulling the heart up to his own mouth for a bite. Vegeta swallowed and took his time with the second bite, lapping up the excess blood on Goku's palms and fingers before ripping off another section. Between two Saiyans, the heart went fast. As he sat back on his side of the body, Goku grabbed his wrist and held him stretched over the gaping wound, forcing a kiss. Blood mingled and Vegeta leaned on the dead dinosaur, ignoring the blood soaking into his borrowed clothes.

When released, Vegeta only found his position changed to laying flat on his back in the dirt, Goku ripping his borrowed shirt off again before snapping the pants drawstring. The oversized pants slipped off easily, and now Goku leaned over him fully clothed, hands on his shoulders to hold him still as he took another kiss. Vegeta reached blindly into the dinosaur's gash, scooping a handful of torn muscle and blood, and when Goku took a breath he held it out as an offering. Eagerly accepted, Goku nuzzled it out of his hand, his own mouth drenched in gore. Spilled blood in the dirt colored Vegeta's skin, still warm, and as they ate and kissed, bringing their bodies together, blood eventually covered both of them. Goku sat up and looked over his mate beneath him, wearing blood like ribbons, eyes shining in the grey light. Lightning flashed behind them as the storm gained in strength. His tail lashed through a puddle and became matted, spraying drops of blood every time it flicked.

Goku twined his fingers in Vegeta's hand and gripped his hair with his other, using it as a handle to hold him in place as he took another kiss, rubbing his pelvis against Vegeta's. As his mate groaned and arched his back, Goku smiled, pleased he could provoke this reaction. "Just so you know," he whispered, "I don't like being teased much."

"I told you," Vegeta panted, eyes closed, "the hunt makes everything better. The blood, the kill, the taste..." Describing it only made them grasp each other tighter.

Somehow Goku's tail helped slip his pants low enough to free his erection, hard against his stomach, and Vegeta spread his legs, hooking them around Goku's back, heels digging into his ass. The growing wind, the cold rain slowly coming closer, the grass blowing around them, this was nothing like he'd ever had before, always in a bed, cut off from the world by four walls, grunting in the dark. But this! Coupling on the ground like animals, clinging to each other like tigers in heat, muscles straining to bring themselves together as if the entire world was holding them apart. The wind grew and whirled around them, lashing them with hard rain. Goku growled and drove in.

Hissing, Vegeta ascended, depending on his ki to protect him as his mate worked, held down in the dirt like hard won prey that had to be kept and bent to Kakarrot's will. He put one hand over his mate's shoulder, guiding his rhythm, growling to match. Goku drove in too deep and he winced, crying out, and immediately the pain went away. Under the lust and rut came a rush of deep love and protection and Vegeta latched onto that, blanketing himself with it from the storm as it grew in intensity, whipping in a freezing whirlwind that howled and turned the sky black.

Never feeling any pain, Goku came first, roaring to drown out the thunder, then released Vegeta's hair and drew his hand down his stomach to his prince's own need. One brush of his hand brought him over the edge and a matching cry, more of a snarl than a yell, came from his mate. Goku withdrew and slipped beside Vegeta, drawing him close and gratified when Vegeta turned towards him, flinging one hand over his body and one leg over his own. His tail curled around that leg, trapping it, but there was no fight to get away. The glow and exhausted pleasure lingered between both of them, freely shared through their bond, and Goku smiled and watched his mate's face as Vegeta explored that feeling, handling it like a jewel and gazing into its facets. The wind reminded him about his own bunched clothing and he drew his pants back up.

The storm seemed to quiet now, no longer really raining but sending mist down around them. Sunlight began to pierce the clouds, scattered beams that passed over them with the breeze, their skin glistening with raindrops. Goku trailed one finger over Vegeta's stomach, following the curves of his muscles and swirling the cool water, nuzzling his mate's forehead as Vegeta drowsed on his shoulder.

"Some storm," he whispered.

Vegeta stretched and relaxed, closing his eyes. "We were the storm." He put one hand on Goku's, holding it between them. It was true, then. He wouldn't be hurt. And these new feelings filled some place that had been empty before. He caught the scent of a bit of blood on Goku's shoulder and licked it away, savoring the taste and smiling when he felt the kiss on his cheek for his trouble.

So content together, they didn't notice the approaching ki until it was too late. Goku sat up on one arm, loathe to jostle his mate, and watched silently as his human friend came closer, until the grass was no longer high enough to hide the raptor's mangled body, his tail, or the naked Saiyan beneath him. Goku rubbed the back of his hand over his mouth, wiping away the last traces of blood as he stared back at the horrified look on Krillin's face.

For a moment none of them moved, too shocked or too tired to care. And then Vegeta sat up slightly and pressed his mouth to Goku's chest, nuzzling and nipping the skin, and he glanced sideways at Krillin, making sure the monk knew exactly what had happened and even who was serving who. With his mouth still open, Krillin turned and flew off as fast as he could, vanishing into the clouds.

Goku exhaled and closed his eyes. "Oh boy..."

"You'll survive," Vegeta said softly. "They cannot hurt you."

Goku put his arm around his mate's shoulders and held him close, lowering his face to Vegeta's hair. "I hope you're right. I hope you're right."

The clouds cleared at last, bathing the field in warm sunlight.

TBC...