Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Ménage ❯ FWB ( Chapter 3 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
Goten hugged his Darth Vader pillow to him and drew a card. His face fell, as it wasn't the card he was hoping for.
"What's wrong?" Trunks sneered on the other side of the Star Wars-decorated bed, "Rotten luck with your hand?"
"I want a Mulligan," The younger teen pouted. He hated it when he started off bad while playing Magic: The Gathering, which was something he was proud to be extremely good at.
"Well, you wouldn't let me have one when I asked, so you don't get one."
Goten rolled his eyes and proceeded with his turn. It had been five days since Goten had to come home. His mother wouldn't allow him back out of the house until he spent some time at home, so he had to wait for Trunks to come over in order for them to see each other, and that was only if Chi-Chi was in a good enough mood to allow him over.
Today, thankfully, she was in a good mood, being that Goku had gotten called in for a job; also, Vegeta had kicked everyone out of the castle, as he had to end his little week vacation early because of a meeting with the Board of Governors for the Ministry of Magic. He kicked everyone out to prevent any mess-ups in front of his distinguished co-workers.
"Fuck," Goten swore as Trunks knocked his life-points down from twenty to eleven in one go.
"Sure!" Trunks responded, "I'm only kidding," He added at the dour look his boyfriend gave him. From the kitchen nearby, plates could be heard clanking around, and water could be heard running. The older saiyan glared at the door that was forced to stay open. "I don't see why the fuck your mom don't trust me," He muttered.
Goten shushed the surly half-saiyan, "Don't be using that language," He hissed, "And just be happy that Mom let us be back here alone, 'cause she didn't want to at first."
"I just wish she'd let you come over. I hate having to deal with Dad's bitching by myself, and mom hasn't come home yet, either."
"Well, you have your new best friend, that stripper, to keep you company," The younger saiyan grumbled, "I hit you for five," He added turning a card slightly to the right.
"Sevent--I mean, Melvin?" Trunks placed a card in the graveyard pile, "He's not my best friend, he's just a cool guy; you're not still mad about me and him," He glanced at the door then lowered his voice, "Getting high the day before yesterday, are you?" He gave a slight smile and turned nearly all of his cards out on the playing field, "You're wiped out."
Goten gave a groan and removed all of his cards. "Nope," He sighed, adding the cards to his part of the deck, and laying it aside, "I'm totally over it!"
"Well, you should be," The older half-saiyan also collected his cards, "Even though, I will admit," He let out a dramatic sigh, "I let him lick my nuts once."
Goten frowned, "I knew it, you nasty little--"
"Oh my god, Goten, I'm totally kidding! There's nothing going on between me and him, don't worry. Melvin normally hangs out with Dad mostly, or is gone doing who-knows-what. You know, I am a bit hurt that you have such little faith in me."
"Well its kinda hard to have faith in you when you're living with this dude, and all I hear about him is how sexy and awesome he is!" The younger half-saiyan hugged his pillow tighter, and let his frown deepen.
"I never thought you'd be so jealous," Trunks crooned, stroking his boyfriend's nose with the tip of his finger, "Just know, he doesn't compare to you." He bent forward and gently kissed Goten on the mouth.
Suddenly Chi-Chi appeared at the doorway just as the two lovers broke apart, "I was going to tell you th--what's going on here?!"
"N-nothin', Mom," Goten stammered, nervously running his hand through his hair.
The woman's suspicious gaze shifted to the lavender-haired boy, "What were you doing to him?!"
"I wasn't doing anything," Trunks lied smoothly, and shrugged his shoulders, "Goten thought he had something in his eye and asked me to check it out."
"I see," Chi-Chi answered, not at all believing Trunks' tale, "Well, how 'bout you two move to the living room; you can play your card game out there."
"Fucking great," Trunks rolled his eyes and followed Goten, who followed his mother, out of the bed room.
-0-
It was one of those odd days that Goku had been called in to help at the FedEx. He gathered all his packages into a capsule container and deposited the capsule into its case so he could slide it into his pocket. He picked up his clipboard, which supplied him with all the addresses and names he’d need on his delivery journey, to determine where to start his route.
He looked down the list, flipping the page over to only find the familiar names of companies, suppliers, and customers he delivered to on a regular basis. Near the end of the list, however, he finally spotted a new name: Extase Rouge Modeling Agency. A happy smile turned his lips up at the prospect of meeting new, and hopefully interesting, people.
Goku’s smile remained intact as he brushed past the other people on the sidewalk he was currently walking on. He nodded his head and gave small hello’s to the people that acknowledged him or small children that looked up at him in awe. As he approached the street address to the agency, he glanced up at the tall building. It wasn’t anything particularly new, since he’d been delivering packages in the city for nearly two years, but it was still amazing to see just how tall the buildings were.
Upon entering the building, he walked over to the directory to find which floor he would need. He was surprised by how little traffic there was here. Most office buildings he entered were always full of people rushing around and the elevators being jammed packed, but here he stood alone in the small moving room. Goku took the private time to think of a good greeting or a way to strike up a conversation if need be.
The elevator jerked to a stop and dinged as the doors opened, letting Goku step out into the hallway. He walked by unlabeled doors, his curious nature wondering what was behind them. Instead, he shook his head lightly. He needed to focus on the job at hand, finding the office door labeled: Extase Rouge Modeling Agency. Half-way down the hallway, he finally found a door with a black plaque labeled with the agency’s name.
Goku entered, finding the room buzzing with activity. It was quite a change from the quiet elevator ride and the almost empty hallway he had just traveled down, but he closed the door behind him and stepped over to the desk. A bored looking woman was sitting behind the desk, as she too seemed to be blocking out the noise of all the people that sat in chairs along the opposite wall.
“If you’re here for,” she started in an automated voice, “you can just…” her words crashed to a halt as she finally turned her attention to the man.
“Uh, I just need to drop off a package. That alright?” Goku’s goofy grin spread wide as he leaned down on the high-rise counter so he could reach into his pocket. The clipboard was already lying to the side as he retrieved the case and stood upright again. He popped the capsule open before placing the clipboard down on the lower counter.
The woman pulled the clipboard closer, finding the big “X” where the agency’s name was and signing her own name. She turned in her swivel chair, stretching her neck out in the process as she called out, “Raditz, got a package!”
A tall, muscular man stepped out of the closest door. He was dressed in casual-looking clothing and had long, wild looking black hair. The length of his hair reached just past his knees, and as he tilted his head to the side, a brown tail was revealed even more. Of course the end of the tail was curled up so it wouldn’t drag across the floor. The very tip of it twitched in agitation at having to retrieve a package, when the lazy bitch could’ve just brought it to him.
“Where’s it at?” he barked, his attention solely focused on the cause of his anger instead of on the trunk-like object on the floor in front of the desk.
Goku, having been too focused on finding said package, hadn’t heard the woman calling out. “Ah-ha! Found it.” When he turned to hand the package over to the woman, though, he stopped short. “R-Raditz, hey,” the delivery boy now spoke meekly and his facial expression had turned a little downcast.
“Long time no see, little brother,” Raditz’s tone was a little grim. The older man’s lips were pressed tightly together as he took in the sight of his estranged brother.
“Uh, yeah, it has been,” Goku laughed a bit nervously as he now handed the package over to the woman.
Of course the woman was too busy taking in each of the males’ features and comparing it against the others.
“How’ve ya been?” the younger brother finally asked as he realized the woman wasn’t taking the offered package. So, he stretched his arm out a bit further, handing it to his brother.
Raditz took the box. “Good.” He gave a heavy shrug of his broad shoulders. “You?” he asked, not really interested in the answer, but he’d become accustomed to making pleasantries that it was mostly second nature by now.
“Oh, I’ve been good.” Goku’s friendly smile finally returned.
“Raditz!” Another male’s head poked around the corner of the door that Raditz had come from. “We need you back in here.”
The older man gave a roll of his eyes, but was semi-glad for the distraction and excuse to get away. “Well, it was nice seeing you again, Kakarrot.”
“Before you go,” Goku cut in hurriedly, “maybe it’d be nice to try to hang out again?”
Raditz’s free hand came up to stroke his chin in a thoughtful manner. “I don’t know if that’s….”
“Last time,” the younger brother interjected again, “was a long time ago. I think we’ve both changed since then. ‘Sides, we can meet up someplace else.” He didn’t know why he was being so pushy on the subject, but it been a long time since the last time he and Raditz had tried to hang out. Of course the ‘not meeting again’ had been a mutual agreement, but Goku still wanted to get to know his brother. If things turned out awkward again, though, at least Goku would have Vegeta to turn to, instead of trying to keep peace between two bickering adults.
“Somewhere else?” Raditz questioned, almost interestingly. Was that the reason for his brother’s job? Was Goku now living alone?
“Well, I’m staying in a castle right now.” Goku scratched at the back of his neck nervously as his brother shot him a surprised look. “So you can come over, I don’t think there’d be much trouble.” Besides, Vegeta had invited a total stranger into the castle, so why couldn’t Goku invite his brother over for just a visit?
Raditz gave a nod of the head; the woman at the desk quickly found a piece of paper and handed it along with a pen to Goku. “Sure, I guess I could come check it out, as long as your bitch and her little spoiled brat aren’t there.”
Goku hastily wrote down the address and handed the paper over to his brother. “Um, naw, Chi-chi and Gohan won’t be there, but my youngest, Goten, will be there.”
A disgusted look crossed over Raditz’s face as he took the paper and read over the address. “Do I need to call before coming out?” he asked when he didn’t see a telephone number written down.
Goku shook his head as he encapsulated the trunk-like object again. “Just stop by whenever.” He put the capsule back in its case before reaching down and grabbing his clipboard. He gave a slight nod of his head. “Have a nice day, both of you,” he said sincerely before he turned to leave.
-0-
After his day’s work, Goku finally landed back in front of Vegeta’s castle immediately searching out the owner’s ki. A satisfied smile was set on his face as he quickly walked the path that would lead him to the study. He’d learned in the past few days that his prince preferred seclusion—not that he didn’t already know that—but he’d never had much reason to hang around Vegeta’s castle like he did now.
He pushed open one of the large, ornate wooden doors and peered inside. Goku’s head turned right, looking over at the rows of book shelves. He didn’t know what most of them were about, just that they had to do with magic and potions, rules and regulations. There were a few “regular” reading books, old classics, but Goku wondered if they were only there for decoration, since they were the ones in plain sight.
One foot stepped inside, landing on the plush tan carpet, followed by the other. Dark eyes landed on the center of the room. A fireplace was jutting a few inches from the wall, the foundation and decorative stones a deep grey. A few feet in front of the fireplace sat a full chocolate-colored leather couch. No spikes of black hair could be seen over the top of the couch.
“Get in here and close the damn door, Kakarrot!”
Vegeta’s barking came from the left, causing Goku to instantly do as was told before looking over in that direction. The desk Vegeta was sitting behind was truly fit for a king, or prince, as was the ornate and cushioned looking chair. Goku flashed the irritated Saiyan a friendly smile as he approached the desk. Large hands landed on the edge of the desk as the tall Saiyan leaned down a little to look at his partner.
“I didn’t know you wore glasses,” Goku commented casually as he kept his eyes focused on the other man instead of the papers and books spread around the wide desktop.
A hand rose to finger the left side’s ear piece. “They’re fake,” Vegeta answered with a small sigh. He’d forgotten he was even wearing the damn things. His earlier meeting lasted longer than he had intended and the eyewear had finally settled comfortably across his nose and cheeks.
“Fake?” the younger man questioned innocently. Goku watched as the small, square-framed reading glasses were removed from his lover’s face and set on the desk. “Then why’d ya even need’em?”
The hand that had removed the glasses came back to rub his aching forehead. “Something about them making me look less threatening and more professional.” Why was he even attempting to explain to this idiot? Another exasperated sigh escaped his lips as he tilted his head to clearly look at the younger man. That stupid smile was still plastered on his features and it made Vegeta grind his teeth even more. “What did you need? I’m assuming there was some reason you searched me out?”
Goku’s smile faltered for but a second as he remembered there was an actual reason for seeking Vegeta out. “You’ll never guess who I ran into today!” the excited tone making the young Saiyan look even more childish. “Raditz,” he stated enthusiastically, not even waiting for Vegeta to ask who. Goku was too busy telling Vegeta the news to notice the narrowing eyes in front of him.
“So you saw your brother,” Vegeta interrupted in a bored tone as he pushed himself from the chair.
“Yeah,” Goku continued to keep his excited tone as Vegeta rounded the corner of the desk. The younger man turned his body to the side, and then turned again so his butt was pressed against the edge. A small gasp of air left his upturned lips as he pulled back away from the unusual pressure and slight pain. “You’ll never guess where he works!”
By now Vegeta was standing beside the taller man, a hand landed over Goku’s as a smirk turned Vegeta’s lips up in a cruel smile. “You keep talking as if I care.”
The words brushed against his necks before the pair of lips covered the heated flesh in a teasing kiss. Goku felt a blush heat his nose and cheeks as he once again leaned back, causing a wince to pass over his features. The hand covering his own brushed up his arm to lie on his shoulder, and the shorter body pushed more fervently against his side. “What about the boys?” the taller man rushed out in a hushed tone.
“You don’t have to worry about them. You know Trunks would never intentionally seek me out.” Another kiss was pressed against the younger’s neck and Vegeta felt an arm slide around his waist. “And your son is stuck to his whiny ass.” The taller body relaxed more against the desk as Vegeta slid his tongue along corded muscles. Vegeta suddenly pulled away, easily breaking out of Goku’s loose hold. “Unfortunately I still have work to attend to.”
The younger Saiyan’s face fell. “Work?” Vegeta actually did work? A hand lifted to run through his spiky hair. “Then why’d ya….”
“To shut you up, idiot,” the shorter man growled as he sat back down.
Goku turned back to face Vegeta. “Not fair,” he pouted, leaning heavily on his hands, so he was stretched half-way across the desktop.
Vegeta huffed, pushing papers and pens around. “Don’t care, now get out.”
A frown now set upon his face, Goku pushed himself back up. “Can’t I at least sit in here and talk to you while you work?” Surely whatever Vegeta’s ‘work’ was, he could do while talking. Besides, Goku didn’t really feel like trying to talk to that sarcastic Seventeen fellow or the two teenagers, but he didn’t want to be alone, either.
The pen that Vegeta had been holding snapped, dribbling ink all over his hand and making a mess on the papers underneath it. “OUT!” the older Saiyan roared.
Goku’s eyes went a little wide at the response, and he backed a bit away from the desk. He quickly corrected his posture, his mouth forming a straight line. “I’ll talk to you later, then,” he mumbled irritably as he walked toward the door, yanked it open, and gave it a small slam for good measure.
He stomped down the hall-way. Why did Vegeta have to be such a--what did Trunks call him? A douche-bag! All he wanted was some company.
He rounded the corner which led to a short-cut to the foyer. Down this hall, portraits covered every portion of wall-space. The subject's whispered, talked about, and yelled at him. Goku always wondered if he was related to, or personally knew any of the portrait's subjects.
Soon he came up to a small, wooden door and opened it, revealing the foyer. The door he exited looked like a common cupboard door. He walked outside, desiring some fresh air. It was a particularly breezy day, and perfectly warm enough to train comfortably.
He was just getting started on some stretches, when a vaguely familiar ki approached an high speeds. Barely a moment later, Raditz roughly landed right before him, leaving a small dent in the ground.
"So, you really do live in a castle," The long-haired man began, "I was making plans to hunt you down and kick your ass if you were lying."
Goku laughed nervously and scratched the back of his head, "Well I actually don't own the place, its really Vegeta's--"
"Wait," Raditz said, giving Goku a questioning look, "Did you just say 'Vegeta'?"
"Yeah, its his castle, I just hang out here with Goten."
Raditz glared up at the immaculate stone structure, "Fucking little prick..." He growled out.
"I'm sorry, Raditz, but is there something wrong? Do you have a problem with Vegeta?"
The older saiyan said nothing and thrashed his tail. He stormed toward the entrance of the castle, eager to give Vegeta a piece of his mind.
Goku followed after his brother, liking the situation less and less with every step.
"Where's that bastard at?!" Raditz snarled.
"R-Raditz, just tell me why you hate Vegeta, I'm pretty sure that we can sort it out."
"Oh yeah, right after I kick his scrawny ass!"
"What's going on, Goku?" Came Trunks' voice, "I heard raised voices and someone say my dad's name."
Raditz whipped around and faced the lavender-haired teen, "You're Vegeta's son?" He asked.
"Why is someone like you so interested in him," Trunks asked, suddenly changing his attitude, and eyeing the newcomer up and down with much interest.
"I have to talk to him," Raditz replied, giving a small smirk at Trunks' behavior, "Mind telling me where he is, since my useless brother won't?"
The teen bit his lip and slowly released it, as if in thought, "I suppose--"
"Trunks!" Goten suddenly shouted, entering the foyer as well, "What's taking so long?" He then halted at the sight of his scowling uncle. He tilted his head to the side and said, "I think I remember you from somewhere."
Shortly after Goten, Seventeen showed up in the foyer, "Are you all leaving, too?" He asked, slowing down his steps, and taking in the crowd before him. He smiled at Raditz, "You were supposed to call me, you loser," He said teasingly.
Raditz shrugged, "I've been busy; Anyway, what are you doing here? Kakarrot tells me that this is Vegeta's castle."
"Yeah it is, and I'm staying here, I guess." The younger man shook his hair out of his eyes, ignoring the scoff that came from Goten's direction, "What brings you way the fuck out here?"
"I'm looking for Vegeta, but everyone keeps dicking around."
"Well, you don't have to look," The prince himself began, standing in the arched threshold of the foyer, "Thanks to you all making such a racket, I cannot finish my work." He then glared straight at Raditz, and the foyer's other occupants suddenly didn't matter. "Thought I'd never see your ass again," He said coldly, still staring.
"Likewise," The larger tailed saiyan responded, "Seems like a lot has happened to you over the years,"
"So what of it?" Vegeta asked haughtily, "Your ass left me back there on Frieza's ship!"
"Well if you weren't always gloating about how magical and powerful you were, and constantly reminding me of being a third-class, or whatever, then I would have taken you with me!"
"Dad," Trunks interjected, "What's going on here? How does he know about your past?"
Vegeta ignored his son, and merely glared at the offending person standing in the middle of the foyer. "I was better off without your whiney ass!" He growled out, pointing at the tailed saiyan.
"I can say the same damn thing, you jumped-up little...CRETIN!"
Vegeta's expression remained sour, whereas Goku's mouth dropped. No one dared to insult Vegeta, aside from Bulma and Trunks. Trunks mouthed "oh my god" to his boyfriend, who was watching with much interest. Seventeen stood back looking rather haughty and bored, as if he had better things to do than stand around watching petty drama between old acquaintances.
"You're the cretin, you low-class Saiyan! At least I didn't go around lying about my blood-status! And, at least I'm not a Squib!" Seeing Raditz's face turn bright red, he smiled superiorly, "Yes, he continued, unlike yourself, I actually happen to be a first-class saiyan, and a properly-trained wizard."
Raditz looked mutinous. Goku's eyes switched nervously between the two heated saiyans. He definitely regretted having Raditz meet him here, and felt that separating Vegeta from him was the best idea, because the bigger guy looked ready for murder. "Let's get out of here, Vegeta," He whispered, " He placed his large hands on Vegeta's shoulders and steered him out of the foyer; Vegeta kept whipping his head back to give Raditz looks of the purest loathing.
The tailed saiyan glared at the entrance to the foyer. "So, what's going on?" Goten piped up.
"Yeah," Trunks added, "What's your deal with my dad?"
"We have unresolved differences," Raditz said angrily, "He's my ex."
"Do what?!" Both boys exclaimed, giving the larger man incredulous looks. Seventeen merely sighed and checked his phone for the time.
"Yeah, we were in a relationship a long time ago," The saiyan said, tail flicking agitatedly, "And we have shit to resolve," He gave a low growl, "But now is obviously not the time; I can't believe I wasted my time coming out here."
"But it doesn't have to be a total waste," Seventeen said, smiling, "I can make it worth your while," He came close to the older man and looked him lustily up and down.
"Can you, now?" Raditz responded lowly, grinning for the first time since he came to the castle. Forgetting the other two in the room, he bent low to capture the other man's mouth with his.
"Figures he wouldn't be single," Trunks muttered as quietly as he could, but due to the vastness of the foyer, his voice was magnified.
The two make-out partners broke apart with a suction-y sound, "Him and I?" The stripper asked, looking politely surprised, "No, we're more like friends-with-benefits. "I gave him a lap dance one day at the club, and later on we fucked at his studio when no one was there and took pictures. We just decided to keep contact after that."
"Do you still have the pictures?" Trunks asked a little too excitedly.
"Not that it matters," Goten hissed, glaring at his hopeful-looking boyfriend, "They're gonna have sex, so let's leave them!"
"Do you care to watch?" Seventeen asked, sliding his hand unashamedly across the front of Raditz's pants. "We'll put on a good show for you."
Trunks' smile widened and he opened his mouth to speak, but Goten interjected. "We're good, really, and I'd rather not watch my uncle plow you," He gave a fake, mocking smile, "Don't take it personally." He then put his arm around his disappointed boyfriend and, like Goku and Vegeta, they left the foyer.
"Looks like its just us," Seventeen observed, then allowed Raditz to pull him back into another kiss.
To the distaste of the paintings down the corridors, it took longer than normal to get to the younger man's bedroom, as both men paused to grab on each other and make-out furiously. Finally, they made it to Seventeen's first-floor bedroom. One could tell, upon entering, that the room was chosen in haste, and without care. The very calm and feminine decorations did not suit the room's occupant.
It was also obvious that this particular room was one of Bulma's designs. Instead of the low-ceilinged room being wood or stone, this room's walls were redone with sheetrock and painted white. The room wasn't as wide as it was long. On the right-hand wall, directly across from the large, cornflower-blue and silver high-rise four-poster bed, was a ceiling-high picture-window with white and blue curtains. Fitted below the window was a white couch with cornflower-blue and silver throw-pillows on it. The low ceiling above was intricately carved, and also painted white.
It was nearly impossible to tell that someone stayed in the room. There was no indication of an occupant, except for what looked like a black shirt draped across a blue cushioned armchair.
They said nothing to each other as they clumsily made it to the bed while making out. Raditz shoved his lover onto the bed and crawled on top of him. He made to simply tear the smaller man's shirt, but quick hands stopped him.
"I already told you about ruining my clothes," He warned, squeezing his small hands around broad wrists and feeling the raised veins.
"Then don't get me so fucking worked up," Raditz growled, pressing his hips urgently against his lover's groin.
"Hey, I gave up a date with a rich dude for you. At least keep my clothes intact."
"Whatever, Melvin, you know you can't be mad at me," The saiyan slipped his hands under the smaller man's shirt and raised it up.
"Wanna bet?" Seventeen smirked, and helped Raditz out of his shirt to reveal an impressive body-builder-type physique. He hungrily gazed at the sight and anxiously ran his fingertips across warm, rolling muscles. "Angry sex is incredible."
"Any sex is incredible," Raditz began, dipping down to press his lips to his lover's, "As long as its done with me."
"Instead of running it," The younger man said, unbuttoning his jeans, "Why don't you put that mouth of yours to good use."
"So I'm the bitch this time, eh?" The saiyan brought his tail around to brush lightly against the smaller man's flat stomach. He then bent low to dip his tongue in his lover's navel.
"And why shouldn't you be?" Small hands dug through extremely thick hair urging the head further down.
Raditz tugged Seventeen's jeans down slightly to reveal raised hip bones. He pressed his lips to the warm skin, and allowed his tongue to snake out, licking the raised bone. "I ain't complainin', just making an observation." He finally tugged the jeans all of the way down and tossed them aside. "Free-balling, nice."
"I told you I was supposed to be going on a date," Seventeen said, taking his exposed shaft into his hand and pressing the tip to his lover's mouth. He gave a satisfied moan as wet warmth surrounded his length, and propped himself up on his elbows so he could watch.
Seventeen was used to getting asked out often by many different men, but occasionally a particularly intriguing guy comes along, and Raditz just so happened to be one of those guys. Upon seeing the saiyan as he entered the VIP section of the club a year ago, he was instantly attracted to the tall, perfectly sculpted man. He made it his decision that this guy was the man he was bringing home.
It was lucky chance that he was chosen by Raditz's friends that had come with him to the club to give a lap dance. It gave him a chance to whisper his intentions to the object of his lust, who was more than happy to agree.
As always, he praised himself for being so attractive and charming. He could have anyone he wanted wrapped around his finger for saying just the right words. Now he was going to have sex with this incredibly arousing man, who he found out actually models for porno magazines.
That night, he discovered that not only was this man a freak, and sported a strange tail that Seventeen found to be oddly sexy, but he also had an openness to drug experimentation. They both stayed high on cocaine and photographed their sexual encounter at the modeling studio while no one was there to stop them. Also they both got along with each other, much like friends would, and that never happens when Seventeen hooks up with someone.
Though they still saw other people, they remained in contact with each other, making plans to either have sex, or hang out; most of the time both together. Still, neither men seemed to know anything about each other aside from interests and names.
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On the floor above, Vegeta stormed the proximity of his bedroom. "I can't believe that bastard! After all these--what the hell is he thinking just showing up here as if nothing happened! I completely forgot about his sorry ass until now."
"Raditz didn't know you stayed here, Vegeta," Goku reasoned, staring at his lover from the bed which he sat upon. "I tried to tell ya' that I invited him over; I didn't know that you two don't get along."
"And what," Vegeta growled, glaring at the younger saiyan through narrowed eyes, "The fuck made you think that you can just invite whomever you want over here."
Goku gulped, "I--I just figured that since you invited the stripper guy to stay...that I could invite my brother over for a visit." He added particular emphasis on the word 'brother' in hopes that it would keep him from being in even more trouble than he was already in.
"I hate him!"
"M-maybe if you talk--"
"I'M NOT TALKING TO THAT BASTARD! YOU'RE STUPID FOR EVEN SUGGESTING IT!"
Goku frowned; he honestly didn't mean to upset Vegeta, but he felt that he did not deserve to be screamed at like that. "You're acting unrational,"
Vegeta laughed cruelly, "Don't bother trying to insult me if you can't even say the goddamned word correctly! It's irrational, dumb a--"
"Vegeta stop!" The younger saiyan jumped up and grabbed the irate prince by the shoulders. He's never intentionally manhandled anyone he cared about, but he was on the brink of losing it thanks to Vegeta's attitude. "If it really has been that long since you've seen him, then why can't you two just settle your differences?" His hold on Vegeta's shoulders slackened, and he slid his hands down the prince's arms.
"Don't touch me!" Vegeta spat, snatching his hands away, "Just get the fuck away from me!"
Goku let his arms fall, and his temper flare-up diminished, "Damn, 'Geta, you're actin' an awful lot like Trunks. No offense to your son, or you, but you're kinda outta control, and its not like you."
"How the fuck do you know what I'm like?" The prince breathed, glaring pure daggers at the younger man, "You don't really know me, let alone the situation between Raditz and I, so I suggest you mind your own damn business."
"I just don't see how it matters; I mean, me and you are together, right?"
Vegeta nearly dropped the glass he was currently filling with amber liquid from a decanter on one of the tables, spilling strong-smelling liquor over his hands. "Together?! You think that you and I are actually in a relationship?!"
"Well, yeah," Goku reached back to scratch the back of his head, "I mean, we just--"
"Fucked," The prince emphasized, refilling the glass, "That's all it is, Kakarrot, just sex. Do you honestly think that I'm going to be in a relationship with another man, while I'm married, and hold a high-profile career?"
"Then what are we? I mean, we do lots of stuff together other than," A faint blush covered his cheeks and nose, "Sex."
Vegeta sighed, losing the heat of his anger. Dealing with Goku was exhausting on its own. He took his time answering in order to finish off his drink. "To put in terms that I hope you understand, we're friends with benefits. Its going to stay that way, unless you have a problem with it, then you can go back to your disappointing wife."
Goku was quiet for a moment, and meekly observed Vegeta filling himself another glass, "I guess you're right," He said finally, "It would be difficult to run two relationships, when one is hard enough as it is. And," He added a bit more carefully, "If you don't want Raditz around, I'll leave with him and hang out with him someplace else."
Vegeta raised his glass to his lips and thought. How many years was it since he and Raditz broke up? And what was it for, again? Was it even worth trying to talk to him? A lot can go on over a long period of time; maybe Raditz isn't nearly as bad now, as he was when they were Frieza's soldiers.
"Where did you say he worked again?" He asked, not knowing why that question popped up in his head.
Goku stared off in thought, "Oh, um, some modeling place...its a weird name; I think it was something called ecstasy rouge, or whatever."
The prince's eyes widened slightly, "That's very interesting," He said, finishing his second drink.
"How's it interesting?"
"Because, the modeling company you just named does pornography." Vegeta said as if it couldn't be more obvious, "I wonder what's got him doing porn?" He asked, mostly to himself, "Then again, he'd be perfect...he was always a freak."
"Does this mean you're going to go talk to him?" Goku asked, feeling irritable all of a sudden.
"I suppose it wouldn't hurt,"
"So now that you know he's a porn star, you want to go talk to him?" The younger saiyan blurted out before he could stop himself.
Vegeta turned away from the door he was headed to and smiled, "Jealousy really doesn't suit you, Goku," His smile widened at the deeper blush across Goku's face.
-8-
"What are you doing, Trunks?" Goten asked back in Trunks' bed room. The older saiyan was currently half-hidden under his bed, searching for something.
Trunks shifted under the bed, "I'm lookin' for where--Aha! Found it!" He crawled backward from underneath; a magazine was held in one hand. Both boys had come to the castle shortly after Chi-Chi made them stay in the living room, as it was rather awkward having the woman watch them like a hawk while they played MTG.
"What's that?" The younger boy asked when his boyfriend climbed back onto the bed.
"This," Trunks said, flipping through the magazine's pages, each containing a nude person of some sort, "Is where I remember seeing your uncle." He turned the magazine around so he could show his boyfriend the page containing his suggestively-posed, completely nude uncle.
"Gross, Trunks, I don't wanna see that!" Goten whined, pushing the magazine out of his face.
The older half-saiyan looked back down at the picture. "He's got an incredible figure," His fingertips traced over the picture as he continued to stare hungrily. He felt his body respond to the naughty thoughts forming in his head. "Melvin is so lucky!"
"Trunks, you're such a pervert!" Goten huffed, crossing his arms and staring disapprovingly at the magazine. "That's my damn uncle you're lustin' after!"
"As if," The older boy scoffed, "Who wouldn't want to be wrapped up in all of those perfect muscles? Or be roughed up by those enormous hands? I'll be his bitch any day..."
"Need I remind you that he's supposedly your dad's ex-boyfriend? So, if you fuck him, you're basically fucking your dad."
"Whatever, Goten," Trunks huffed, tossing the magazine aside and adjusting his pants, "Its just a picture." He paused for a minute, "Actually, I can't believe that Dad is actually bi. I wish I knew what happened to them."
"Does it really matter?" Goten shrugged, "I mean, it was the past, right? More importantly, what if Vegeta invites him to stay? You gonna fuck him, along with Seventeen?"
"Oh my god, dude, stop being a dick! I'm not gonna be fucking anyone!"
"Yeah right, I saw the way you were smiling at Seventeen. You fancy him,"
Trunks rolled his eyes and groaned, "Goten, I don't fancy anyone but you! We've been through this."
Goten said nothing and stared at the bed below him. He had no clue whether or not Trunks was believable, being that the teen was so unpredictable. A sudden hand on the front of his pants broke him from his reverie.
"Want me to show you how much I fancy you?" The older half-Saiyan said, smiling darkly and rubbing his hand against the front of his boyfriend's pants, "Then you can show me."
-8-
Seventeen and Raditz collapsed onto the bed, both breathing heavily, and covered in sweat and other bodily fluids.
"Wow..." Raditz breathed, staring glassy-eyed at the ceiling, "That was...thanks!"
"Anytime," Seventeen responded, stretching out on his stomach, blankets covering his lower half. "How much longer are you going to be here?"
The saiyan rolled onto his side to face his partner, "Ready to get rid of me already?" He said in a mock-pout, "Next time I will remember to call you, so I don't get dismissed so early."
"Oh, shut up," The younger man rolled his pale blue eyes, "I was actually going to invite you to stay with me tonight, if you weren't busy."
"I don't know if Vegeta would go for that. And speaking of which, did you fuck him to get a place here?"
Seventeen smiled as if pleased with himself, "You can say that; I mean, we fucked and he gave me a room the next day."
"Damn, man, I was just joking when I asked," Raditz gave an amused chuckle, "You really live up to your reputation, don't you?"
"You ought to know the answer to that," The smaller man slid closer to his lover, "Stay with me, and I'll really refresh your memory, if you have forgotten."
"You don't say," Raditz's tail slid over his own body then over to snake along the smaller form next to him. "We've been doing this for how long, now? I think I know you well enough to conclude that you are quite the slut."
"I prefer to consider myself sexually liberated; being called a slut makes me sound cheap."
Raditz snorted, "I think I know first hand that you aren't cheap," He placed large hands on his partner's body and easily pulled him even closer. "At any rate, I think I'll stay," He then smirked at the touch of a smaller, slender hand running along his tail, "Since you're make it so hard to say no. I ought to at least talk to Vegeta first, huh?"
Seventeen's hand stopped its ministrations, yet his expression remained indifferent, "That's entirely up to you; I couldn't care less what you do."
"A little encouragement would be nice,"
"Oh, Raditz, you don't need any encouragement," The younger man crooned, lazily trailing his fingertips over his lover's impressive arm muscles, "You're a big boy, you can talk to Vegeta without someone kissing your ass and petting you up."
"I think you did plenty of that a few minutes ago," The saiyan smiled, then pushed himself up into a sitting position, and slid off of the bed. He gathered up his jeans from the floor and slid them on without bothering to grab his boxer-shorts.
It was only after he had started his trek through the wide corridor that he didn't know where he was going at all. He took to looking out of the rows of tall, ornate windows to his left, just in case Vegeta were outside. There were also so many rooms to check in down this particular hall, that the saiyan was disappointed that he didn't bring his ancient scouter with him.
Still, the walk gave him time to think. Sure, Vegeta being a total jerk to him years ago really hurt, but it was a long time ago. Perhaps there was a chance that they could get along?
He had known Vegeta their entire service in Frieza's army. He and Nappa, the oldest surviving Saiyan of Planet Vegeta's destruction, were also the only two who also knew about the prince's little escapades to Earth in order to put his magical abilities to proper use.
Frieza didn't seem to notice the lengthy absence of the prince, being that some missions did take many months to complete. The little tyrant was so shoved up his own ass, that he didn't notice anything more than how many planets he sold, and how much he got paid for them in return.
It wasn't until Vegeta was fifteen, perhaps sixteen, that Raditz noticed Vegeta's attraction to him. He brushed it off as nothing more than teenage hormones and frustrations, being that there were no women to bed on the ship. He figured that the worked-up prince would be fine once he went back to that Earth school.
Still, the advances increased and became more and more straight-forward. He had never known Vegeta to be so flirtatious; cocky and full of himself, yes, but never amorous. He continued to ignore the prince's advances, but will-power can only last so long when he was frustrated as well.
On one particular occasion, Frieza was holding a celebratory party in name of their success from selling an extremely difficult planet. The tyrant was so excited over receiving an overly-large sum of money, that he was feeling quite generous.
He, himself had a generous helping of alcoholic drinks, but he was sober compared to how utterly wasted Vegeta was.
The teen's tail, which was always wrapped neatly around his waist, was in danger of being trailed along the floor. He couldn't take a step without stumbling and giggling about it. That was another shocker: the giggling.
"Raditz," The prince slurred, leaning on the taller man with all of his weight. He turned his head up and fixed his glassy-eyed gaze toward his love-interest. "You know...t'morrow I hafta go back to," His voice lowered considerably, so that Raditz had to read his lips, "Earth." His hand moved over Raditz's armored chest, "I wanna stay the night with you."
"Vegeta," Raditz sighed, "You're drunk; you and I both know that we'll regret it."
Vegeta frowned, "You're really an idiot, then, aren't you? I have been very nice to you, and you steadily ignore me! I want you! And I know you want me as well; I see it."
The older saiyan couldn't deny that he found Vegeta's more aggressive advances quite frustrating, but he never viewed the prince as more than a fellow warrior. He, Vegeta and Nappa all stuck together because they were saiyans.
He concluded that someone must have laced Vegeta's drink, because there was no way a person as proud as the prince would behave in such a manner.
"You must stop this," Raditz insisted, grabbing smaller hands into his, "You don't know what you're saying!"
"I do know what I'm sayin'," Vegeta huffed, snatching his hands back, which caused his body to wobble a bit. "I just wanted to have a good time with you before I go," His glare never left the other's wide-eyed stare.
Raditz glanced from anger-narrowed black eyes to the scowl-contorted mouth. He caught himself considering the offer, if only to keep Vegeta happy. Then again, he had never known Vegeta to be much of a drinker, or a party-goer for that matter. A crazy thought suddenly crossed his mind: what if he were drugged? There were plenty of people around who had it in for the prince; the Ginyu Force especially. He wouldn't put it past those bastards to try something.
"How many drinks have you had?"
Vegeta looked a little put off, and then furrowed his brow as if in thought, "One...and a half," He answered slowly, "Why?"
The older Saiyan glanced across the room; Captain Ginyu's hulking form was easily visible amongst the other figures crowding the area. The purple-skinned alien caught his gaze and gave a superior smirk, raising his own glass to him.
Raditz rolled his eyes, "Let's just get out of here," He muttered to the other Saiyan.
Thankfully, the drugs in Vegeta's system weren't strong enough to knock him out, just strong enough to alter his mind and disorient him. Still, Raditz found it extremely hard to keep his resolve from crumbling due to the prince's, heavily-aggressive advances. He eventually gave in, allowing the teen to take him, being that Vegeta insisted that he wasn't going to be the "bitch".
Nonetheless, Vegeta left early the next morning. Raditz generally felt awkward about the previous night; whereas the prince acted as if nothing happened, that he didn't wake up next to his Saiyan comrade that he was dead-set on having sex with just hours before. Perhaps there was a bit of warmth in Vegeta's farewell, but maybe that was wishful thinking.
Raditz was left confused. He found himself starting to count the days since Vegeta's departure. He also noticed the lack of tension on the ship, especially concerning the higher-ranking soldiers who viewed the prince as a threat rather than an ally. To him, though, the lack of tension was rather disquieting. He also found himself being more bored than he usually was when Vegeta would leave, and didn't know what to do with himself, so he resorted to requesting extra solo and duo missions with Nappa.
After what seemed like an eternity, Vegeta finally returned. Raditz held back his sudden, and uncharacteristic surge of excitement, in favor of a more formal greeting. What he didn't expect, especially from Vegeta's unreadable attitude, was that they would once again end up in bed together mere moments after the arrival.
Over the course of the break, Vegeta expressed with much enthusiasm of his one last year left at the magic school. Raditz was genuinely happy for him, though he kept his envious thoughts to himself. See, he himself expressed certain magical tendencies, but was never presented with the opportunity to hone his skills like Vegeta had.
Vegeta was told about the magic school by his father, and was told to sneak down there when he was of age and request to be part of the school's program. Raditz never got that. But, because he was growing fonder of the prince, and wanted the feelings to remain mutual, he shut his mouth. Besides, it was bad enough that he pretended to be a First-Class warrior, when he was really Third-Class.
And keeping distracted from the more bitter thoughts was easy, as Vegeta proved to be extremely sexually energetic, thanks largely to Saiyan teenage hormones. However, their constant coupling only made the departure for Vegeta's final year that much harder.
What Raditz didn't realize was that after Vegeta returned from his final year, the prince would be completely changed. He was excited for the prince to be a fully-qualified wizard, but was put-off by his political prospects. Vegeta had always been ambitious when it came to obtaining power, but he never expected that it would go as far as politics. Vegeta's gain-physical-power-and-conquer-everything attitude was diminished and replaced with thoughts of the political success that would accompany his prestigious ability with magic.
In Raditz's opinion: Vegeta was going mad. And this was the source of their constant fights. Raditz simply couldn't understand why Vegeta would be so adamant on being a successful wizard, when being a successful warrior was the Saiyan way?
Vegeta couldn't understand why Raditz couldn't just accept that being a Saiyan wizard was better than just being a Saiyan, and that he was going to advance his magical abilities and power beyond just simple wand waves and potions to get what he wants.
The fights lasted for a couple of years until things got violent one day between the couple. Vegeta had insulted Raditz for being a Squib and a low-ranking Saiyan, and even went as low as to comment on his (lack of) ability in bed.
Raditz, genuinely heartbroken, voice hoarse from all the screaming he did questioning Vegeta's sanity, and body bruised and battered, jumped in the nearest space pod. He left for wherever the auto-pilot was programmed to go. Lost in his own emotional storm, he did not notice that he'd be heading for Earth.
The saiyan sighed heavily at the memories and lashed his tail out in agitation. How many rooms and halls did this castle have? He felt as if he had been walking for ages. Suddenly, the booming voice of his quarry coming from a room nearby broke him from his thoughts and made him hopeful again.
"BOY!" The prince screamed, making Raditz jump involuntarily. Oh, how he did not miss that tone of voice, "I'M GONNA FUCKING ROAST YOUR STUPID BIRD IF YOU DON'T LEARN TO CAGE IT!" Suddenly, a large masked owl was seen flying for its life at the hall perpendicular to the one that Raditz walked.
Before Raditz could decide whether or not it was a bad time to talk things out with Vegeta, another scream could be heard.
"OMIGOD, DAD!" Came the voice of the purple-haired teen seen earlier. He was also seen at the end of the hall, stomping toward the sound of his father's voice. The scared owl swept past his master, not liking the yelling coming from him, either.
"Do you have to go around destroying shit just 'cause it annoys you?!" The boy asked, meeting his father at the point where the two halls met.
"I hate that stupid owl of yours," Vegeta ground out, "If you can't take care of anything else you own, at least keep that in check! If not, then...well you know what will happen."
The boy rolled his cerulean eyes, "I was just about to actually get some ass, and then you had to go on and ruin it just 'cause you're scared of birds."
Vegeta let out a derisive laugh, "I feel sorry for Kakarrot's brat, but as long as he keeps you away from..." He then stopped, as he noticed Raditz's presence. Obviously Trunks did too, judging from his extremely intrigued expression.
"Sorry to interrupt..." Raditz said, not at all sounding apologetic.
The prince blinked, a bit shocked by his ex's lack of a shirt, but quickly regained his composure, "Its quite alright," He said a bit arrogantly. He then glanced over at his son, who was all but drooling over the sight before him, "Pull yourself together, boy, and go on somewhere,"
"What?" Trunks asked, obviously dazed.
"Go!" Vegeta brandished his finger in the direction opposite of their little group. Trunks gave him a look of purest loathing and stormed off.
"Seems like you've been having fun," Vegeta said stiffly, fully taking in just how little clothing the taller man was wearing. He also had a sneaking suspicion that he didn't even have on any sort of underwear. "You reek of sex,"
"Don't tell me you're jealous," Raditz teased, also staring the shorter man down, "What happened to your tail?"
Vegeta's expression hardened, and he drew himself up proudly, and angled his chin upward slightly. "It doesn't matter now," Was all he said on the subject.
The older saiyan switched his weight to one leg and crossed his arms, "How's your being a wizard going for you?"
The younger saiyan smiled as if he had been waiting for that question to be asked, "Perfectly, actually. I am a governor for the Ministry."
"Living your dream, then, eh?" Raditz let out a quiet chuckle, "Even have a spawn of your own, how sweet. I've never imagine you being a family man, Vegeta. Is there a bitch at your beck and call as well?"
Vegeta let out a small, exasperated sigh. He had forgotten that Raditz had a general disregard for women, considering them merely objects used to order around and have sex with. If the man ever met his own unsatisfactory wife, he'd surely never hear the end of it, if he chose to keep in contact with his ex.
"There is," He said grimly, "But she is currently away on business."
Raditz merely snorted, but gave no further comment.
"And what about yourself?" Vegeta asked, "I hear you're doing porn, unless it was some sort of silly figment of Kakarrot's imagination."
"Nope, he is absolutely right. He was actually delivering some very valuable film equipment for us," He gave a disapproving snort, "I guess the humble job suits his simple-mindedness."
"Oh, and your job suits you because your some sort of sex-god, huh?" The prince chuckled and rolled his eyes.
Raditz simply shrugged and said, "If the shoe fits," He then got quiet for a moment before continuing, "Listen, uh, I know its been forever, and we didn't really end things very well--"
"Don't worry about it," Vegeta interjected, raising a hand up, "Its all in the past. We were too young and full of ourselves to know what the fuck we were doing, anyhow."
"So there's no chance...?"
"Not in a million years, sorry." The younger man gave a heavy sigh, "At any rate, you were here to see Kakarrot, were you not?" He paused as Raditz nodded his reply, "Do you want me to fetch him for you?" He wanted to add since I know you can't sense ki, but he decided to keep his mouth shut.
"It doesn't matter," Raditz shrugged, "Melvin kinda wanted me to stay with him, but I figured I'd ask you."
"Who asked...?"
"Mel--Seventeen. I didn't realize that he never told you his name," He smiled ruefully, "I think he's rather shy about it."
"Well, whatever, you can stay with him, I suppose. I have no clue when the woman's going to be back, or if she is going to be back for that matter," He stared out of a nearby window as if lost in thought, "Anyway, have fun with Melvin or whatever the fuck he's called. And you know enough about wizards and whatnot to know not to touch anything." He then paused once more, "And ignore the paintings. They like to talk shit just to piss you off."
Vegeta walked off remembering the conversations he and Raditz had so long ago concerning just these things. He found himself curious as to what would have happened if Raditz never left.
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"What's wrong?" Trunks sneered on the other side of the Star Wars-decorated bed, "Rotten luck with your hand?"
"I want a Mulligan," The younger teen pouted. He hated it when he started off bad while playing Magic: The Gathering, which was something he was proud to be extremely good at.
"Well, you wouldn't let me have one when I asked, so you don't get one."
Goten rolled his eyes and proceeded with his turn. It had been five days since Goten had to come home. His mother wouldn't allow him back out of the house until he spent some time at home, so he had to wait for Trunks to come over in order for them to see each other, and that was only if Chi-Chi was in a good enough mood to allow him over.
Today, thankfully, she was in a good mood, being that Goku had gotten called in for a job; also, Vegeta had kicked everyone out of the castle, as he had to end his little week vacation early because of a meeting with the Board of Governors for the Ministry of Magic. He kicked everyone out to prevent any mess-ups in front of his distinguished co-workers.
"Fuck," Goten swore as Trunks knocked his life-points down from twenty to eleven in one go.
"Sure!" Trunks responded, "I'm only kidding," He added at the dour look his boyfriend gave him. From the kitchen nearby, plates could be heard clanking around, and water could be heard running. The older saiyan glared at the door that was forced to stay open. "I don't see why the fuck your mom don't trust me," He muttered.
Goten shushed the surly half-saiyan, "Don't be using that language," He hissed, "And just be happy that Mom let us be back here alone, 'cause she didn't want to at first."
"I just wish she'd let you come over. I hate having to deal with Dad's bitching by myself, and mom hasn't come home yet, either."
"Well, you have your new best friend, that stripper, to keep you company," The younger saiyan grumbled, "I hit you for five," He added turning a card slightly to the right.
"Sevent--I mean, Melvin?" Trunks placed a card in the graveyard pile, "He's not my best friend, he's just a cool guy; you're not still mad about me and him," He glanced at the door then lowered his voice, "Getting high the day before yesterday, are you?" He gave a slight smile and turned nearly all of his cards out on the playing field, "You're wiped out."
Goten gave a groan and removed all of his cards. "Nope," He sighed, adding the cards to his part of the deck, and laying it aside, "I'm totally over it!"
"Well, you should be," The older half-saiyan also collected his cards, "Even though, I will admit," He let out a dramatic sigh, "I let him lick my nuts once."
Goten frowned, "I knew it, you nasty little--"
"Oh my god, Goten, I'm totally kidding! There's nothing going on between me and him, don't worry. Melvin normally hangs out with Dad mostly, or is gone doing who-knows-what. You know, I am a bit hurt that you have such little faith in me."
"Well its kinda hard to have faith in you when you're living with this dude, and all I hear about him is how sexy and awesome he is!" The younger half-saiyan hugged his pillow tighter, and let his frown deepen.
"I never thought you'd be so jealous," Trunks crooned, stroking his boyfriend's nose with the tip of his finger, "Just know, he doesn't compare to you." He bent forward and gently kissed Goten on the mouth.
Suddenly Chi-Chi appeared at the doorway just as the two lovers broke apart, "I was going to tell you th--what's going on here?!"
"N-nothin', Mom," Goten stammered, nervously running his hand through his hair.
The woman's suspicious gaze shifted to the lavender-haired boy, "What were you doing to him?!"
"I wasn't doing anything," Trunks lied smoothly, and shrugged his shoulders, "Goten thought he had something in his eye and asked me to check it out."
"I see," Chi-Chi answered, not at all believing Trunks' tale, "Well, how 'bout you two move to the living room; you can play your card game out there."
"Fucking great," Trunks rolled his eyes and followed Goten, who followed his mother, out of the bed room.
-0-
It was one of those odd days that Goku had been called in to help at the FedEx. He gathered all his packages into a capsule container and deposited the capsule into its case so he could slide it into his pocket. He picked up his clipboard, which supplied him with all the addresses and names he’d need on his delivery journey, to determine where to start his route.
He looked down the list, flipping the page over to only find the familiar names of companies, suppliers, and customers he delivered to on a regular basis. Near the end of the list, however, he finally spotted a new name: Extase Rouge Modeling Agency. A happy smile turned his lips up at the prospect of meeting new, and hopefully interesting, people.
Goku’s smile remained intact as he brushed past the other people on the sidewalk he was currently walking on. He nodded his head and gave small hello’s to the people that acknowledged him or small children that looked up at him in awe. As he approached the street address to the agency, he glanced up at the tall building. It wasn’t anything particularly new, since he’d been delivering packages in the city for nearly two years, but it was still amazing to see just how tall the buildings were.
Upon entering the building, he walked over to the directory to find which floor he would need. He was surprised by how little traffic there was here. Most office buildings he entered were always full of people rushing around and the elevators being jammed packed, but here he stood alone in the small moving room. Goku took the private time to think of a good greeting or a way to strike up a conversation if need be.
The elevator jerked to a stop and dinged as the doors opened, letting Goku step out into the hallway. He walked by unlabeled doors, his curious nature wondering what was behind them. Instead, he shook his head lightly. He needed to focus on the job at hand, finding the office door labeled: Extase Rouge Modeling Agency. Half-way down the hallway, he finally found a door with a black plaque labeled with the agency’s name.
Goku entered, finding the room buzzing with activity. It was quite a change from the quiet elevator ride and the almost empty hallway he had just traveled down, but he closed the door behind him and stepped over to the desk. A bored looking woman was sitting behind the desk, as she too seemed to be blocking out the noise of all the people that sat in chairs along the opposite wall.
“If you’re here for,” she started in an automated voice, “you can just…” her words crashed to a halt as she finally turned her attention to the man.
“Uh, I just need to drop off a package. That alright?” Goku’s goofy grin spread wide as he leaned down on the high-rise counter so he could reach into his pocket. The clipboard was already lying to the side as he retrieved the case and stood upright again. He popped the capsule open before placing the clipboard down on the lower counter.
The woman pulled the clipboard closer, finding the big “X” where the agency’s name was and signing her own name. She turned in her swivel chair, stretching her neck out in the process as she called out, “Raditz, got a package!”
A tall, muscular man stepped out of the closest door. He was dressed in casual-looking clothing and had long, wild looking black hair. The length of his hair reached just past his knees, and as he tilted his head to the side, a brown tail was revealed even more. Of course the end of the tail was curled up so it wouldn’t drag across the floor. The very tip of it twitched in agitation at having to retrieve a package, when the lazy bitch could’ve just brought it to him.
“Where’s it at?” he barked, his attention solely focused on the cause of his anger instead of on the trunk-like object on the floor in front of the desk.
Goku, having been too focused on finding said package, hadn’t heard the woman calling out. “Ah-ha! Found it.” When he turned to hand the package over to the woman, though, he stopped short. “R-Raditz, hey,” the delivery boy now spoke meekly and his facial expression had turned a little downcast.
“Long time no see, little brother,” Raditz’s tone was a little grim. The older man’s lips were pressed tightly together as he took in the sight of his estranged brother.
“Uh, yeah, it has been,” Goku laughed a bit nervously as he now handed the package over to the woman.
Of course the woman was too busy taking in each of the males’ features and comparing it against the others.
“How’ve ya been?” the younger brother finally asked as he realized the woman wasn’t taking the offered package. So, he stretched his arm out a bit further, handing it to his brother.
Raditz took the box. “Good.” He gave a heavy shrug of his broad shoulders. “You?” he asked, not really interested in the answer, but he’d become accustomed to making pleasantries that it was mostly second nature by now.
“Oh, I’ve been good.” Goku’s friendly smile finally returned.
“Raditz!” Another male’s head poked around the corner of the door that Raditz had come from. “We need you back in here.”
The older man gave a roll of his eyes, but was semi-glad for the distraction and excuse to get away. “Well, it was nice seeing you again, Kakarrot.”
“Before you go,” Goku cut in hurriedly, “maybe it’d be nice to try to hang out again?”
Raditz’s free hand came up to stroke his chin in a thoughtful manner. “I don’t know if that’s….”
“Last time,” the younger brother interjected again, “was a long time ago. I think we’ve both changed since then. ‘Sides, we can meet up someplace else.” He didn’t know why he was being so pushy on the subject, but it been a long time since the last time he and Raditz had tried to hang out. Of course the ‘not meeting again’ had been a mutual agreement, but Goku still wanted to get to know his brother. If things turned out awkward again, though, at least Goku would have Vegeta to turn to, instead of trying to keep peace between two bickering adults.
“Somewhere else?” Raditz questioned, almost interestingly. Was that the reason for his brother’s job? Was Goku now living alone?
“Well, I’m staying in a castle right now.” Goku scratched at the back of his neck nervously as his brother shot him a surprised look. “So you can come over, I don’t think there’d be much trouble.” Besides, Vegeta had invited a total stranger into the castle, so why couldn’t Goku invite his brother over for just a visit?
Raditz gave a nod of the head; the woman at the desk quickly found a piece of paper and handed it along with a pen to Goku. “Sure, I guess I could come check it out, as long as your bitch and her little spoiled brat aren’t there.”
Goku hastily wrote down the address and handed the paper over to his brother. “Um, naw, Chi-chi and Gohan won’t be there, but my youngest, Goten, will be there.”
A disgusted look crossed over Raditz’s face as he took the paper and read over the address. “Do I need to call before coming out?” he asked when he didn’t see a telephone number written down.
Goku shook his head as he encapsulated the trunk-like object again. “Just stop by whenever.” He put the capsule back in its case before reaching down and grabbing his clipboard. He gave a slight nod of his head. “Have a nice day, both of you,” he said sincerely before he turned to leave.
-0-
After his day’s work, Goku finally landed back in front of Vegeta’s castle immediately searching out the owner’s ki. A satisfied smile was set on his face as he quickly walked the path that would lead him to the study. He’d learned in the past few days that his prince preferred seclusion—not that he didn’t already know that—but he’d never had much reason to hang around Vegeta’s castle like he did now.
He pushed open one of the large, ornate wooden doors and peered inside. Goku’s head turned right, looking over at the rows of book shelves. He didn’t know what most of them were about, just that they had to do with magic and potions, rules and regulations. There were a few “regular” reading books, old classics, but Goku wondered if they were only there for decoration, since they were the ones in plain sight.
One foot stepped inside, landing on the plush tan carpet, followed by the other. Dark eyes landed on the center of the room. A fireplace was jutting a few inches from the wall, the foundation and decorative stones a deep grey. A few feet in front of the fireplace sat a full chocolate-colored leather couch. No spikes of black hair could be seen over the top of the couch.
“Get in here and close the damn door, Kakarrot!”
Vegeta’s barking came from the left, causing Goku to instantly do as was told before looking over in that direction. The desk Vegeta was sitting behind was truly fit for a king, or prince, as was the ornate and cushioned looking chair. Goku flashed the irritated Saiyan a friendly smile as he approached the desk. Large hands landed on the edge of the desk as the tall Saiyan leaned down a little to look at his partner.
“I didn’t know you wore glasses,” Goku commented casually as he kept his eyes focused on the other man instead of the papers and books spread around the wide desktop.
A hand rose to finger the left side’s ear piece. “They’re fake,” Vegeta answered with a small sigh. He’d forgotten he was even wearing the damn things. His earlier meeting lasted longer than he had intended and the eyewear had finally settled comfortably across his nose and cheeks.
“Fake?” the younger man questioned innocently. Goku watched as the small, square-framed reading glasses were removed from his lover’s face and set on the desk. “Then why’d ya even need’em?”
The hand that had removed the glasses came back to rub his aching forehead. “Something about them making me look less threatening and more professional.” Why was he even attempting to explain to this idiot? Another exasperated sigh escaped his lips as he tilted his head to clearly look at the younger man. That stupid smile was still plastered on his features and it made Vegeta grind his teeth even more. “What did you need? I’m assuming there was some reason you searched me out?”
Goku’s smile faltered for but a second as he remembered there was an actual reason for seeking Vegeta out. “You’ll never guess who I ran into today!” the excited tone making the young Saiyan look even more childish. “Raditz,” he stated enthusiastically, not even waiting for Vegeta to ask who. Goku was too busy telling Vegeta the news to notice the narrowing eyes in front of him.
“So you saw your brother,” Vegeta interrupted in a bored tone as he pushed himself from the chair.
“Yeah,” Goku continued to keep his excited tone as Vegeta rounded the corner of the desk. The younger man turned his body to the side, and then turned again so his butt was pressed against the edge. A small gasp of air left his upturned lips as he pulled back away from the unusual pressure and slight pain. “You’ll never guess where he works!”
By now Vegeta was standing beside the taller man, a hand landed over Goku’s as a smirk turned Vegeta’s lips up in a cruel smile. “You keep talking as if I care.”
The words brushed against his necks before the pair of lips covered the heated flesh in a teasing kiss. Goku felt a blush heat his nose and cheeks as he once again leaned back, causing a wince to pass over his features. The hand covering his own brushed up his arm to lie on his shoulder, and the shorter body pushed more fervently against his side. “What about the boys?” the taller man rushed out in a hushed tone.
“You don’t have to worry about them. You know Trunks would never intentionally seek me out.” Another kiss was pressed against the younger’s neck and Vegeta felt an arm slide around his waist. “And your son is stuck to his whiny ass.” The taller body relaxed more against the desk as Vegeta slid his tongue along corded muscles. Vegeta suddenly pulled away, easily breaking out of Goku’s loose hold. “Unfortunately I still have work to attend to.”
The younger Saiyan’s face fell. “Work?” Vegeta actually did work? A hand lifted to run through his spiky hair. “Then why’d ya….”
“To shut you up, idiot,” the shorter man growled as he sat back down.
Goku turned back to face Vegeta. “Not fair,” he pouted, leaning heavily on his hands, so he was stretched half-way across the desktop.
Vegeta huffed, pushing papers and pens around. “Don’t care, now get out.”
A frown now set upon his face, Goku pushed himself back up. “Can’t I at least sit in here and talk to you while you work?” Surely whatever Vegeta’s ‘work’ was, he could do while talking. Besides, Goku didn’t really feel like trying to talk to that sarcastic Seventeen fellow or the two teenagers, but he didn’t want to be alone, either.
The pen that Vegeta had been holding snapped, dribbling ink all over his hand and making a mess on the papers underneath it. “OUT!” the older Saiyan roared.
Goku’s eyes went a little wide at the response, and he backed a bit away from the desk. He quickly corrected his posture, his mouth forming a straight line. “I’ll talk to you later, then,” he mumbled irritably as he walked toward the door, yanked it open, and gave it a small slam for good measure.
He stomped down the hall-way. Why did Vegeta have to be such a--what did Trunks call him? A douche-bag! All he wanted was some company.
He rounded the corner which led to a short-cut to the foyer. Down this hall, portraits covered every portion of wall-space. The subject's whispered, talked about, and yelled at him. Goku always wondered if he was related to, or personally knew any of the portrait's subjects.
Soon he came up to a small, wooden door and opened it, revealing the foyer. The door he exited looked like a common cupboard door. He walked outside, desiring some fresh air. It was a particularly breezy day, and perfectly warm enough to train comfortably.
He was just getting started on some stretches, when a vaguely familiar ki approached an high speeds. Barely a moment later, Raditz roughly landed right before him, leaving a small dent in the ground.
"So, you really do live in a castle," The long-haired man began, "I was making plans to hunt you down and kick your ass if you were lying."
Goku laughed nervously and scratched the back of his head, "Well I actually don't own the place, its really Vegeta's--"
"Wait," Raditz said, giving Goku a questioning look, "Did you just say 'Vegeta'?"
"Yeah, its his castle, I just hang out here with Goten."
Raditz glared up at the immaculate stone structure, "Fucking little prick..." He growled out.
"I'm sorry, Raditz, but is there something wrong? Do you have a problem with Vegeta?"
The older saiyan said nothing and thrashed his tail. He stormed toward the entrance of the castle, eager to give Vegeta a piece of his mind.
Goku followed after his brother, liking the situation less and less with every step.
"Where's that bastard at?!" Raditz snarled.
"R-Raditz, just tell me why you hate Vegeta, I'm pretty sure that we can sort it out."
"Oh yeah, right after I kick his scrawny ass!"
"What's going on, Goku?" Came Trunks' voice, "I heard raised voices and someone say my dad's name."
Raditz whipped around and faced the lavender-haired teen, "You're Vegeta's son?" He asked.
"Why is someone like you so interested in him," Trunks asked, suddenly changing his attitude, and eyeing the newcomer up and down with much interest.
"I have to talk to him," Raditz replied, giving a small smirk at Trunks' behavior, "Mind telling me where he is, since my useless brother won't?"
The teen bit his lip and slowly released it, as if in thought, "I suppose--"
"Trunks!" Goten suddenly shouted, entering the foyer as well, "What's taking so long?" He then halted at the sight of his scowling uncle. He tilted his head to the side and said, "I think I remember you from somewhere."
Shortly after Goten, Seventeen showed up in the foyer, "Are you all leaving, too?" He asked, slowing down his steps, and taking in the crowd before him. He smiled at Raditz, "You were supposed to call me, you loser," He said teasingly.
Raditz shrugged, "I've been busy; Anyway, what are you doing here? Kakarrot tells me that this is Vegeta's castle."
"Yeah it is, and I'm staying here, I guess." The younger man shook his hair out of his eyes, ignoring the scoff that came from Goten's direction, "What brings you way the fuck out here?"
"I'm looking for Vegeta, but everyone keeps dicking around."
"Well, you don't have to look," The prince himself began, standing in the arched threshold of the foyer, "Thanks to you all making such a racket, I cannot finish my work." He then glared straight at Raditz, and the foyer's other occupants suddenly didn't matter. "Thought I'd never see your ass again," He said coldly, still staring.
"Likewise," The larger tailed saiyan responded, "Seems like a lot has happened to you over the years,"
"So what of it?" Vegeta asked haughtily, "Your ass left me back there on Frieza's ship!"
"Well if you weren't always gloating about how magical and powerful you were, and constantly reminding me of being a third-class, or whatever, then I would have taken you with me!"
"Dad," Trunks interjected, "What's going on here? How does he know about your past?"
Vegeta ignored his son, and merely glared at the offending person standing in the middle of the foyer. "I was better off without your whiney ass!" He growled out, pointing at the tailed saiyan.
"I can say the same damn thing, you jumped-up little...CRETIN!"
Vegeta's expression remained sour, whereas Goku's mouth dropped. No one dared to insult Vegeta, aside from Bulma and Trunks. Trunks mouthed "oh my god" to his boyfriend, who was watching with much interest. Seventeen stood back looking rather haughty and bored, as if he had better things to do than stand around watching petty drama between old acquaintances.
"You're the cretin, you low-class Saiyan! At least I didn't go around lying about my blood-status! And, at least I'm not a Squib!" Seeing Raditz's face turn bright red, he smiled superiorly, "Yes, he continued, unlike yourself, I actually happen to be a first-class saiyan, and a properly-trained wizard."
Raditz looked mutinous. Goku's eyes switched nervously between the two heated saiyans. He definitely regretted having Raditz meet him here, and felt that separating Vegeta from him was the best idea, because the bigger guy looked ready for murder. "Let's get out of here, Vegeta," He whispered, " He placed his large hands on Vegeta's shoulders and steered him out of the foyer; Vegeta kept whipping his head back to give Raditz looks of the purest loathing.
The tailed saiyan glared at the entrance to the foyer. "So, what's going on?" Goten piped up.
"Yeah," Trunks added, "What's your deal with my dad?"
"We have unresolved differences," Raditz said angrily, "He's my ex."
"Do what?!" Both boys exclaimed, giving the larger man incredulous looks. Seventeen merely sighed and checked his phone for the time.
"Yeah, we were in a relationship a long time ago," The saiyan said, tail flicking agitatedly, "And we have shit to resolve," He gave a low growl, "But now is obviously not the time; I can't believe I wasted my time coming out here."
"But it doesn't have to be a total waste," Seventeen said, smiling, "I can make it worth your while," He came close to the older man and looked him lustily up and down.
"Can you, now?" Raditz responded lowly, grinning for the first time since he came to the castle. Forgetting the other two in the room, he bent low to capture the other man's mouth with his.
"Figures he wouldn't be single," Trunks muttered as quietly as he could, but due to the vastness of the foyer, his voice was magnified.
The two make-out partners broke apart with a suction-y sound, "Him and I?" The stripper asked, looking politely surprised, "No, we're more like friends-with-benefits. "I gave him a lap dance one day at the club, and later on we fucked at his studio when no one was there and took pictures. We just decided to keep contact after that."
"Do you still have the pictures?" Trunks asked a little too excitedly.
"Not that it matters," Goten hissed, glaring at his hopeful-looking boyfriend, "They're gonna have sex, so let's leave them!"
"Do you care to watch?" Seventeen asked, sliding his hand unashamedly across the front of Raditz's pants. "We'll put on a good show for you."
Trunks' smile widened and he opened his mouth to speak, but Goten interjected. "We're good, really, and I'd rather not watch my uncle plow you," He gave a fake, mocking smile, "Don't take it personally." He then put his arm around his disappointed boyfriend and, like Goku and Vegeta, they left the foyer.
"Looks like its just us," Seventeen observed, then allowed Raditz to pull him back into another kiss.
To the distaste of the paintings down the corridors, it took longer than normal to get to the younger man's bedroom, as both men paused to grab on each other and make-out furiously. Finally, they made it to Seventeen's first-floor bedroom. One could tell, upon entering, that the room was chosen in haste, and without care. The very calm and feminine decorations did not suit the room's occupant.
It was also obvious that this particular room was one of Bulma's designs. Instead of the low-ceilinged room being wood or stone, this room's walls were redone with sheetrock and painted white. The room wasn't as wide as it was long. On the right-hand wall, directly across from the large, cornflower-blue and silver high-rise four-poster bed, was a ceiling-high picture-window with white and blue curtains. Fitted below the window was a white couch with cornflower-blue and silver throw-pillows on it. The low ceiling above was intricately carved, and also painted white.
It was nearly impossible to tell that someone stayed in the room. There was no indication of an occupant, except for what looked like a black shirt draped across a blue cushioned armchair.
They said nothing to each other as they clumsily made it to the bed while making out. Raditz shoved his lover onto the bed and crawled on top of him. He made to simply tear the smaller man's shirt, but quick hands stopped him.
"I already told you about ruining my clothes," He warned, squeezing his small hands around broad wrists and feeling the raised veins.
"Then don't get me so fucking worked up," Raditz growled, pressing his hips urgently against his lover's groin.
"Hey, I gave up a date with a rich dude for you. At least keep my clothes intact."
"Whatever, Melvin, you know you can't be mad at me," The saiyan slipped his hands under the smaller man's shirt and raised it up.
"Wanna bet?" Seventeen smirked, and helped Raditz out of his shirt to reveal an impressive body-builder-type physique. He hungrily gazed at the sight and anxiously ran his fingertips across warm, rolling muscles. "Angry sex is incredible."
"Any sex is incredible," Raditz began, dipping down to press his lips to his lover's, "As long as its done with me."
"Instead of running it," The younger man said, unbuttoning his jeans, "Why don't you put that mouth of yours to good use."
"So I'm the bitch this time, eh?" The saiyan brought his tail around to brush lightly against the smaller man's flat stomach. He then bent low to dip his tongue in his lover's navel.
"And why shouldn't you be?" Small hands dug through extremely thick hair urging the head further down.
Raditz tugged Seventeen's jeans down slightly to reveal raised hip bones. He pressed his lips to the warm skin, and allowed his tongue to snake out, licking the raised bone. "I ain't complainin', just making an observation." He finally tugged the jeans all of the way down and tossed them aside. "Free-balling, nice."
"I told you I was supposed to be going on a date," Seventeen said, taking his exposed shaft into his hand and pressing the tip to his lover's mouth. He gave a satisfied moan as wet warmth surrounded his length, and propped himself up on his elbows so he could watch.
Seventeen was used to getting asked out often by many different men, but occasionally a particularly intriguing guy comes along, and Raditz just so happened to be one of those guys. Upon seeing the saiyan as he entered the VIP section of the club a year ago, he was instantly attracted to the tall, perfectly sculpted man. He made it his decision that this guy was the man he was bringing home.
It was lucky chance that he was chosen by Raditz's friends that had come with him to the club to give a lap dance. It gave him a chance to whisper his intentions to the object of his lust, who was more than happy to agree.
As always, he praised himself for being so attractive and charming. He could have anyone he wanted wrapped around his finger for saying just the right words. Now he was going to have sex with this incredibly arousing man, who he found out actually models for porno magazines.
That night, he discovered that not only was this man a freak, and sported a strange tail that Seventeen found to be oddly sexy, but he also had an openness to drug experimentation. They both stayed high on cocaine and photographed their sexual encounter at the modeling studio while no one was there to stop them. Also they both got along with each other, much like friends would, and that never happens when Seventeen hooks up with someone.
Though they still saw other people, they remained in contact with each other, making plans to either have sex, or hang out; most of the time both together. Still, neither men seemed to know anything about each other aside from interests and names.
-0-
On the floor above, Vegeta stormed the proximity of his bedroom. "I can't believe that bastard! After all these--what the hell is he thinking just showing up here as if nothing happened! I completely forgot about his sorry ass until now."
"Raditz didn't know you stayed here, Vegeta," Goku reasoned, staring at his lover from the bed which he sat upon. "I tried to tell ya' that I invited him over; I didn't know that you two don't get along."
"And what," Vegeta growled, glaring at the younger saiyan through narrowed eyes, "The fuck made you think that you can just invite whomever you want over here."
Goku gulped, "I--I just figured that since you invited the stripper guy to stay...that I could invite my brother over for a visit." He added particular emphasis on the word 'brother' in hopes that it would keep him from being in even more trouble than he was already in.
"I hate him!"
"M-maybe if you talk--"
"I'M NOT TALKING TO THAT BASTARD! YOU'RE STUPID FOR EVEN SUGGESTING IT!"
Goku frowned; he honestly didn't mean to upset Vegeta, but he felt that he did not deserve to be screamed at like that. "You're acting unrational,"
Vegeta laughed cruelly, "Don't bother trying to insult me if you can't even say the goddamned word correctly! It's irrational, dumb a--"
"Vegeta stop!" The younger saiyan jumped up and grabbed the irate prince by the shoulders. He's never intentionally manhandled anyone he cared about, but he was on the brink of losing it thanks to Vegeta's attitude. "If it really has been that long since you've seen him, then why can't you two just settle your differences?" His hold on Vegeta's shoulders slackened, and he slid his hands down the prince's arms.
"Don't touch me!" Vegeta spat, snatching his hands away, "Just get the fuck away from me!"
Goku let his arms fall, and his temper flare-up diminished, "Damn, 'Geta, you're actin' an awful lot like Trunks. No offense to your son, or you, but you're kinda outta control, and its not like you."
"How the fuck do you know what I'm like?" The prince breathed, glaring pure daggers at the younger man, "You don't really know me, let alone the situation between Raditz and I, so I suggest you mind your own damn business."
"I just don't see how it matters; I mean, me and you are together, right?"
Vegeta nearly dropped the glass he was currently filling with amber liquid from a decanter on one of the tables, spilling strong-smelling liquor over his hands. "Together?! You think that you and I are actually in a relationship?!"
"Well, yeah," Goku reached back to scratch the back of his head, "I mean, we just--"
"Fucked," The prince emphasized, refilling the glass, "That's all it is, Kakarrot, just sex. Do you honestly think that I'm going to be in a relationship with another man, while I'm married, and hold a high-profile career?"
"Then what are we? I mean, we do lots of stuff together other than," A faint blush covered his cheeks and nose, "Sex."
Vegeta sighed, losing the heat of his anger. Dealing with Goku was exhausting on its own. He took his time answering in order to finish off his drink. "To put in terms that I hope you understand, we're friends with benefits. Its going to stay that way, unless you have a problem with it, then you can go back to your disappointing wife."
Goku was quiet for a moment, and meekly observed Vegeta filling himself another glass, "I guess you're right," He said finally, "It would be difficult to run two relationships, when one is hard enough as it is. And," He added a bit more carefully, "If you don't want Raditz around, I'll leave with him and hang out with him someplace else."
Vegeta raised his glass to his lips and thought. How many years was it since he and Raditz broke up? And what was it for, again? Was it even worth trying to talk to him? A lot can go on over a long period of time; maybe Raditz isn't nearly as bad now, as he was when they were Frieza's soldiers.
"Where did you say he worked again?" He asked, not knowing why that question popped up in his head.
Goku stared off in thought, "Oh, um, some modeling place...its a weird name; I think it was something called ecstasy rouge, or whatever."
The prince's eyes widened slightly, "That's very interesting," He said, finishing his second drink.
"How's it interesting?"
"Because, the modeling company you just named does pornography." Vegeta said as if it couldn't be more obvious, "I wonder what's got him doing porn?" He asked, mostly to himself, "Then again, he'd be perfect...he was always a freak."
"Does this mean you're going to go talk to him?" Goku asked, feeling irritable all of a sudden.
"I suppose it wouldn't hurt,"
"So now that you know he's a porn star, you want to go talk to him?" The younger saiyan blurted out before he could stop himself.
Vegeta turned away from the door he was headed to and smiled, "Jealousy really doesn't suit you, Goku," His smile widened at the deeper blush across Goku's face.
-8-
"What are you doing, Trunks?" Goten asked back in Trunks' bed room. The older saiyan was currently half-hidden under his bed, searching for something.
Trunks shifted under the bed, "I'm lookin' for where--Aha! Found it!" He crawled backward from underneath; a magazine was held in one hand. Both boys had come to the castle shortly after Chi-Chi made them stay in the living room, as it was rather awkward having the woman watch them like a hawk while they played MTG.
"What's that?" The younger boy asked when his boyfriend climbed back onto the bed.
"This," Trunks said, flipping through the magazine's pages, each containing a nude person of some sort, "Is where I remember seeing your uncle." He turned the magazine around so he could show his boyfriend the page containing his suggestively-posed, completely nude uncle.
"Gross, Trunks, I don't wanna see that!" Goten whined, pushing the magazine out of his face.
The older half-saiyan looked back down at the picture. "He's got an incredible figure," His fingertips traced over the picture as he continued to stare hungrily. He felt his body respond to the naughty thoughts forming in his head. "Melvin is so lucky!"
"Trunks, you're such a pervert!" Goten huffed, crossing his arms and staring disapprovingly at the magazine. "That's my damn uncle you're lustin' after!"
"As if," The older boy scoffed, "Who wouldn't want to be wrapped up in all of those perfect muscles? Or be roughed up by those enormous hands? I'll be his bitch any day..."
"Need I remind you that he's supposedly your dad's ex-boyfriend? So, if you fuck him, you're basically fucking your dad."
"Whatever, Goten," Trunks huffed, tossing the magazine aside and adjusting his pants, "Its just a picture." He paused for a minute, "Actually, I can't believe that Dad is actually bi. I wish I knew what happened to them."
"Does it really matter?" Goten shrugged, "I mean, it was the past, right? More importantly, what if Vegeta invites him to stay? You gonna fuck him, along with Seventeen?"
"Oh my god, dude, stop being a dick! I'm not gonna be fucking anyone!"
"Yeah right, I saw the way you were smiling at Seventeen. You fancy him,"
Trunks rolled his eyes and groaned, "Goten, I don't fancy anyone but you! We've been through this."
Goten said nothing and stared at the bed below him. He had no clue whether or not Trunks was believable, being that the teen was so unpredictable. A sudden hand on the front of his pants broke him from his reverie.
"Want me to show you how much I fancy you?" The older half-Saiyan said, smiling darkly and rubbing his hand against the front of his boyfriend's pants, "Then you can show me."
-8-
Seventeen and Raditz collapsed onto the bed, both breathing heavily, and covered in sweat and other bodily fluids.
"Wow..." Raditz breathed, staring glassy-eyed at the ceiling, "That was...thanks!"
"Anytime," Seventeen responded, stretching out on his stomach, blankets covering his lower half. "How much longer are you going to be here?"
The saiyan rolled onto his side to face his partner, "Ready to get rid of me already?" He said in a mock-pout, "Next time I will remember to call you, so I don't get dismissed so early."
"Oh, shut up," The younger man rolled his pale blue eyes, "I was actually going to invite you to stay with me tonight, if you weren't busy."
"I don't know if Vegeta would go for that. And speaking of which, did you fuck him to get a place here?"
Seventeen smiled as if pleased with himself, "You can say that; I mean, we fucked and he gave me a room the next day."
"Damn, man, I was just joking when I asked," Raditz gave an amused chuckle, "You really live up to your reputation, don't you?"
"You ought to know the answer to that," The smaller man slid closer to his lover, "Stay with me, and I'll really refresh your memory, if you have forgotten."
"You don't say," Raditz's tail slid over his own body then over to snake along the smaller form next to him. "We've been doing this for how long, now? I think I know you well enough to conclude that you are quite the slut."
"I prefer to consider myself sexually liberated; being called a slut makes me sound cheap."
Raditz snorted, "I think I know first hand that you aren't cheap," He placed large hands on his partner's body and easily pulled him even closer. "At any rate, I think I'll stay," He then smirked at the touch of a smaller, slender hand running along his tail, "Since you're make it so hard to say no. I ought to at least talk to Vegeta first, huh?"
Seventeen's hand stopped its ministrations, yet his expression remained indifferent, "That's entirely up to you; I couldn't care less what you do."
"A little encouragement would be nice,"
"Oh, Raditz, you don't need any encouragement," The younger man crooned, lazily trailing his fingertips over his lover's impressive arm muscles, "You're a big boy, you can talk to Vegeta without someone kissing your ass and petting you up."
"I think you did plenty of that a few minutes ago," The saiyan smiled, then pushed himself up into a sitting position, and slid off of the bed. He gathered up his jeans from the floor and slid them on without bothering to grab his boxer-shorts.
It was only after he had started his trek through the wide corridor that he didn't know where he was going at all. He took to looking out of the rows of tall, ornate windows to his left, just in case Vegeta were outside. There were also so many rooms to check in down this particular hall, that the saiyan was disappointed that he didn't bring his ancient scouter with him.
Still, the walk gave him time to think. Sure, Vegeta being a total jerk to him years ago really hurt, but it was a long time ago. Perhaps there was a chance that they could get along?
He had known Vegeta their entire service in Frieza's army. He and Nappa, the oldest surviving Saiyan of Planet Vegeta's destruction, were also the only two who also knew about the prince's little escapades to Earth in order to put his magical abilities to proper use.
Frieza didn't seem to notice the lengthy absence of the prince, being that some missions did take many months to complete. The little tyrant was so shoved up his own ass, that he didn't notice anything more than how many planets he sold, and how much he got paid for them in return.
It wasn't until Vegeta was fifteen, perhaps sixteen, that Raditz noticed Vegeta's attraction to him. He brushed it off as nothing more than teenage hormones and frustrations, being that there were no women to bed on the ship. He figured that the worked-up prince would be fine once he went back to that Earth school.
Still, the advances increased and became more and more straight-forward. He had never known Vegeta to be so flirtatious; cocky and full of himself, yes, but never amorous. He continued to ignore the prince's advances, but will-power can only last so long when he was frustrated as well.
On one particular occasion, Frieza was holding a celebratory party in name of their success from selling an extremely difficult planet. The tyrant was so excited over receiving an overly-large sum of money, that he was feeling quite generous.
He, himself had a generous helping of alcoholic drinks, but he was sober compared to how utterly wasted Vegeta was.
The teen's tail, which was always wrapped neatly around his waist, was in danger of being trailed along the floor. He couldn't take a step without stumbling and giggling about it. That was another shocker: the giggling.
"Raditz," The prince slurred, leaning on the taller man with all of his weight. He turned his head up and fixed his glassy-eyed gaze toward his love-interest. "You know...t'morrow I hafta go back to," His voice lowered considerably, so that Raditz had to read his lips, "Earth." His hand moved over Raditz's armored chest, "I wanna stay the night with you."
"Vegeta," Raditz sighed, "You're drunk; you and I both know that we'll regret it."
Vegeta frowned, "You're really an idiot, then, aren't you? I have been very nice to you, and you steadily ignore me! I want you! And I know you want me as well; I see it."
The older saiyan couldn't deny that he found Vegeta's more aggressive advances quite frustrating, but he never viewed the prince as more than a fellow warrior. He, Vegeta and Nappa all stuck together because they were saiyans.
He concluded that someone must have laced Vegeta's drink, because there was no way a person as proud as the prince would behave in such a manner.
"You must stop this," Raditz insisted, grabbing smaller hands into his, "You don't know what you're saying!"
"I do know what I'm sayin'," Vegeta huffed, snatching his hands back, which caused his body to wobble a bit. "I just wanted to have a good time with you before I go," His glare never left the other's wide-eyed stare.
Raditz glanced from anger-narrowed black eyes to the scowl-contorted mouth. He caught himself considering the offer, if only to keep Vegeta happy. Then again, he had never known Vegeta to be much of a drinker, or a party-goer for that matter. A crazy thought suddenly crossed his mind: what if he were drugged? There were plenty of people around who had it in for the prince; the Ginyu Force especially. He wouldn't put it past those bastards to try something.
"How many drinks have you had?"
Vegeta looked a little put off, and then furrowed his brow as if in thought, "One...and a half," He answered slowly, "Why?"
The older Saiyan glanced across the room; Captain Ginyu's hulking form was easily visible amongst the other figures crowding the area. The purple-skinned alien caught his gaze and gave a superior smirk, raising his own glass to him.
Raditz rolled his eyes, "Let's just get out of here," He muttered to the other Saiyan.
Thankfully, the drugs in Vegeta's system weren't strong enough to knock him out, just strong enough to alter his mind and disorient him. Still, Raditz found it extremely hard to keep his resolve from crumbling due to the prince's, heavily-aggressive advances. He eventually gave in, allowing the teen to take him, being that Vegeta insisted that he wasn't going to be the "bitch".
Nonetheless, Vegeta left early the next morning. Raditz generally felt awkward about the previous night; whereas the prince acted as if nothing happened, that he didn't wake up next to his Saiyan comrade that he was dead-set on having sex with just hours before. Perhaps there was a bit of warmth in Vegeta's farewell, but maybe that was wishful thinking.
Raditz was left confused. He found himself starting to count the days since Vegeta's departure. He also noticed the lack of tension on the ship, especially concerning the higher-ranking soldiers who viewed the prince as a threat rather than an ally. To him, though, the lack of tension was rather disquieting. He also found himself being more bored than he usually was when Vegeta would leave, and didn't know what to do with himself, so he resorted to requesting extra solo and duo missions with Nappa.
After what seemed like an eternity, Vegeta finally returned. Raditz held back his sudden, and uncharacteristic surge of excitement, in favor of a more formal greeting. What he didn't expect, especially from Vegeta's unreadable attitude, was that they would once again end up in bed together mere moments after the arrival.
Over the course of the break, Vegeta expressed with much enthusiasm of his one last year left at the magic school. Raditz was genuinely happy for him, though he kept his envious thoughts to himself. See, he himself expressed certain magical tendencies, but was never presented with the opportunity to hone his skills like Vegeta had.
Vegeta was told about the magic school by his father, and was told to sneak down there when he was of age and request to be part of the school's program. Raditz never got that. But, because he was growing fonder of the prince, and wanted the feelings to remain mutual, he shut his mouth. Besides, it was bad enough that he pretended to be a First-Class warrior, when he was really Third-Class.
And keeping distracted from the more bitter thoughts was easy, as Vegeta proved to be extremely sexually energetic, thanks largely to Saiyan teenage hormones. However, their constant coupling only made the departure for Vegeta's final year that much harder.
What Raditz didn't realize was that after Vegeta returned from his final year, the prince would be completely changed. He was excited for the prince to be a fully-qualified wizard, but was put-off by his political prospects. Vegeta had always been ambitious when it came to obtaining power, but he never expected that it would go as far as politics. Vegeta's gain-physical-power-and-conquer-everything attitude was diminished and replaced with thoughts of the political success that would accompany his prestigious ability with magic.
In Raditz's opinion: Vegeta was going mad. And this was the source of their constant fights. Raditz simply couldn't understand why Vegeta would be so adamant on being a successful wizard, when being a successful warrior was the Saiyan way?
Vegeta couldn't understand why Raditz couldn't just accept that being a Saiyan wizard was better than just being a Saiyan, and that he was going to advance his magical abilities and power beyond just simple wand waves and potions to get what he wants.
The fights lasted for a couple of years until things got violent one day between the couple. Vegeta had insulted Raditz for being a Squib and a low-ranking Saiyan, and even went as low as to comment on his (lack of) ability in bed.
Raditz, genuinely heartbroken, voice hoarse from all the screaming he did questioning Vegeta's sanity, and body bruised and battered, jumped in the nearest space pod. He left for wherever the auto-pilot was programmed to go. Lost in his own emotional storm, he did not notice that he'd be heading for Earth.
The saiyan sighed heavily at the memories and lashed his tail out in agitation. How many rooms and halls did this castle have? He felt as if he had been walking for ages. Suddenly, the booming voice of his quarry coming from a room nearby broke him from his thoughts and made him hopeful again.
"BOY!" The prince screamed, making Raditz jump involuntarily. Oh, how he did not miss that tone of voice, "I'M GONNA FUCKING ROAST YOUR STUPID BIRD IF YOU DON'T LEARN TO CAGE IT!" Suddenly, a large masked owl was seen flying for its life at the hall perpendicular to the one that Raditz walked.
Before Raditz could decide whether or not it was a bad time to talk things out with Vegeta, another scream could be heard.
"OMIGOD, DAD!" Came the voice of the purple-haired teen seen earlier. He was also seen at the end of the hall, stomping toward the sound of his father's voice. The scared owl swept past his master, not liking the yelling coming from him, either.
"Do you have to go around destroying shit just 'cause it annoys you?!" The boy asked, meeting his father at the point where the two halls met.
"I hate that stupid owl of yours," Vegeta ground out, "If you can't take care of anything else you own, at least keep that in check! If not, then...well you know what will happen."
The boy rolled his cerulean eyes, "I was just about to actually get some ass, and then you had to go on and ruin it just 'cause you're scared of birds."
Vegeta let out a derisive laugh, "I feel sorry for Kakarrot's brat, but as long as he keeps you away from..." He then stopped, as he noticed Raditz's presence. Obviously Trunks did too, judging from his extremely intrigued expression.
"Sorry to interrupt..." Raditz said, not at all sounding apologetic.
The prince blinked, a bit shocked by his ex's lack of a shirt, but quickly regained his composure, "Its quite alright," He said a bit arrogantly. He then glanced over at his son, who was all but drooling over the sight before him, "Pull yourself together, boy, and go on somewhere,"
"What?" Trunks asked, obviously dazed.
"Go!" Vegeta brandished his finger in the direction opposite of their little group. Trunks gave him a look of purest loathing and stormed off.
"Seems like you've been having fun," Vegeta said stiffly, fully taking in just how little clothing the taller man was wearing. He also had a sneaking suspicion that he didn't even have on any sort of underwear. "You reek of sex,"
"Don't tell me you're jealous," Raditz teased, also staring the shorter man down, "What happened to your tail?"
Vegeta's expression hardened, and he drew himself up proudly, and angled his chin upward slightly. "It doesn't matter now," Was all he said on the subject.
The older saiyan switched his weight to one leg and crossed his arms, "How's your being a wizard going for you?"
The younger saiyan smiled as if he had been waiting for that question to be asked, "Perfectly, actually. I am a governor for the Ministry."
"Living your dream, then, eh?" Raditz let out a quiet chuckle, "Even have a spawn of your own, how sweet. I've never imagine you being a family man, Vegeta. Is there a bitch at your beck and call as well?"
Vegeta let out a small, exasperated sigh. He had forgotten that Raditz had a general disregard for women, considering them merely objects used to order around and have sex with. If the man ever met his own unsatisfactory wife, he'd surely never hear the end of it, if he chose to keep in contact with his ex.
"There is," He said grimly, "But she is currently away on business."
Raditz merely snorted, but gave no further comment.
"And what about yourself?" Vegeta asked, "I hear you're doing porn, unless it was some sort of silly figment of Kakarrot's imagination."
"Nope, he is absolutely right. He was actually delivering some very valuable film equipment for us," He gave a disapproving snort, "I guess the humble job suits his simple-mindedness."
"Oh, and your job suits you because your some sort of sex-god, huh?" The prince chuckled and rolled his eyes.
Raditz simply shrugged and said, "If the shoe fits," He then got quiet for a moment before continuing, "Listen, uh, I know its been forever, and we didn't really end things very well--"
"Don't worry about it," Vegeta interjected, raising a hand up, "Its all in the past. We were too young and full of ourselves to know what the fuck we were doing, anyhow."
"So there's no chance...?"
"Not in a million years, sorry." The younger man gave a heavy sigh, "At any rate, you were here to see Kakarrot, were you not?" He paused as Raditz nodded his reply, "Do you want me to fetch him for you?" He wanted to add since I know you can't sense ki, but he decided to keep his mouth shut.
"It doesn't matter," Raditz shrugged, "Melvin kinda wanted me to stay with him, but I figured I'd ask you."
"Who asked...?"
"Mel--Seventeen. I didn't realize that he never told you his name," He smiled ruefully, "I think he's rather shy about it."
"Well, whatever, you can stay with him, I suppose. I have no clue when the woman's going to be back, or if she is going to be back for that matter," He stared out of a nearby window as if lost in thought, "Anyway, have fun with Melvin or whatever the fuck he's called. And you know enough about wizards and whatnot to know not to touch anything." He then paused once more, "And ignore the paintings. They like to talk shit just to piss you off."
Vegeta walked off remembering the conversations he and Raditz had so long ago concerning just these things. He found himself curious as to what would have happened if Raditz never left.
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