Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Ningen or nekojin? ❯ Chapter four ( Chapter 4 )

Ningen or nekojin?

 

By The Chichi Slaughter House

 

This was inspired by a doujinshi that one of my friends sent me and I really enjoyed it, even having ideas for a fic. Neko Vegeta's are my new obsession, so I don't want any flames about `OMG, are you sick?? Vegeta is a cat!', because he won't ever truly be a cat in my fics. I'm not a fan of animal sex.

 

Warnings: Uhh…let's see…Vegeta as uke, Goku pov, lemon, romanticishness, swearing maybe and anything else my twisted mind wants to come up with.

 

Disclaimer: Ugh! I can't believe I forgot to put this in! Bad Slaughter, bad! (cough)

I do not own DBZ, because, sadly, I am not rich. But if I did… (evil laugh) there'd be no more seme Vegeta stuff, because I'd put everyone straight! (shakes fist) ((Don't be offended by this if you support seme Vegeta, this is merely me being an idiot. Thank you.)) The `put your socks on' is not mine, it is © GogetaJr, I just borrowed it(with permission) because it's funny! I also don't own the Flora Company, or the Pussycat dolls, although that'd be nice… (rubs chin) I don't own the Resolve Company either, though I do have a box of them in my cupboard, lol.

 

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Chapter four:

 

Ugh…my head hurts… I blink as I wake up, wincing at the pounding pain in my head and the sick feeling in my stomach and throat, realising I have got an awful hangover, rubbing my tired eyes. My first hangover…damn, I feel like shit…I'll never drink that much wine again… I look at the empty bottles on my floor, then I get flashbacks of me and 'Geta having sex, though it seemed more like rape, my eyes widening as I look beneath me, confused to see only my settee. Blinking, I look at the floor, expecting to see playing cards littered all over the place, but seeing none. I blink my bleary eyes, looking over to 'Geta's door, seeing it as closed as it was before I last ate. Damn. I feel a stickiness on my stomach and lower abdomen and I sigh, knowing that my settee is now stained. I must either have been hallucinating that my settee was 'Geta, or I got so drunk, I fell asleep and had a wet dream. My cheeks burn in embarrassment as I sit up, looking at my table to see the solitaire hand I had played last night, though some cards were wrong numbers and colours from what I remember. Though, to be honest, I could've played it like that, being too drunk to see the cards properly, or notice I was doing it wrong.

 

I sigh and get up, going to get kitchen paper to wipe up my mess, pulling up my boxers and swallowing in nervous embarrassment. It had seemed so real, but my tongue doesn't hurt and I didn't wake on top of him. I run back over to my sofa and wipe it as clean as I can, frowning at my recent bad luck with stains. Tea on Brolli's carpet, tea on my carpet, and … on my sofa. I blush as I throw the kitchen paper in the bin. From the amount I just wiped, it must have been a really good dream. My cheeks flush redder as I make myself a cup of tea and sit on my settee again, thinking about taking a shower as I sip the hot strong brown liquid. It's probably best if I take some tablets and eat some food too… My head is killing me. I get up and go into my cupboard, opening another packet of paracetamol and noticing a box of Resolve on the shelf, taking my paracetamol as I read the box.

 

“It's a hangover cure…” I murmur to myself, reading the instructions eagerly. I'll do almost anything to get rid of this deep pounding ache in my skull. I just have to dissolve it in water, hm? Yeah, I can do that. I grab a clean glass and fill it with water, opening the box of resolve and grabbing a sachet from it, pouring it into the water and stir it with my index finger, a lemony scent filling the room. So it will taste lemony, I guess. I take my finger out and lift the glass to my lips, taking a huge swig of the cloudy liquid, then fight off the sudden urge to spit it out and throw up. It tastes absolutely disgusting! I force myself to swallow, putting the glass and the remainder of its contents on the side as I shudder. I don't want to drink any more of it, but I don't want this hangover either! Picking the lesser of two evils, I grab the glass and down the rest of it, swallowing as fast as I can so as not to taste it again.

 

Yuck.

 

I stash the glass in the sink, then shudder. I don't think I'll ever get drunk enough to have to drink that again, in fact, I'll make sure that I won't. I sigh. What should I do now? I'm not tired enough to sleep, the television would aggravate my pained head, as would the computer… I look at the cards again and smile weakly, shuffling them and sitting on my settee as I deal another solitaire hand out. Halfway through the game, my stomach rumbles and I go into my kitchen, making myself a ham sandwich and cup of tea, sitting back down and turning over another card. I pick up my sandwich, about to take a bite, when I hear the distinct click of a door being unlocked, my eyes darting to 'Geta's bedroom door, seeing the handle moving down to open it. My sandwich slips through my fingers and lands with a `splat' on my plate, forgotten, as 'Geta steps through the doorway, the cat ears missing from his upsweep of brown hair, wearing a pair of black shorts and a navy shirt, his tail coiled around his waist. I stare. Is this real? Was that Resolve an hallucination drug instead?? My headache has calmed…I'm overreacting… He spots me and looks at me, his face impassive and expressionless, the only indication of how he feels being the swishing of his tail, now waving behind him. I still can't believe it's him. It is 'Geta.

 

“'Ge-” I pause, biting my lip. I've been referring to him as 'Geta since I took him in, even after I rejected him. He's not my pet anymore; he's a human being and I don't think he'll appreciate me calling him that anymore. He's mad at me, maybe the nickname would make it worse. After all, he has a full name. “Vegeta…” I whisper, still staring at him, barely noticing the flicker of confusion flash across his face, before it went back to being blank. I guess he wasn't expecting that…after all, I've only ever called him 'Geta, so I'd be confused too. I bite my lip again, unsure of what to say to him. He looks so thin and ill… “A-Are you hungry?” I ask, nervous. “I can make you something to eat and drink if you like…” He nods silently and I go into the kitchen, pulling out a tin of tuna and make him a tuna sandwich. When I go back in, he is sat on the floor, looking blankly at the empty bottles, his face blank, but his eyes expressing pain and sadness. Shit. Did last night really happen?! I look at him worriedly and go over, offering the plate, which he takes. “Can you still talk?” I blurt out, the silence making me edgy. He only nods, then eats his food, his eyes still looking sad. “Vegeta, I…” I pause, worried about how ill he looks. “What drink would you like?” He shrugs and I can't help but get a little angry. I'm trying to help and he's not even talking to me! He wants a glass of shrug? Fine! I'll go chop off someone's shoulders and shove them in a glass then!

 

“Water…” He whispers, then goes back to being silent and eating. Finally! I walk over to the sink and get him a glass, fill it with water and bring it back, expecting a thank you as he takes it and drinks some. Instead, he smiles at me and carries on eating, my heart lifting a little. He has a gorgeous smile… I watch him eat, smiling shyly as he finishes, rubbing his belly lazily, a soft purr coming out of his throat as his tail flips around loosely in the air, making me want to pet it. I wonder if he'd let me… My hand reaches out to grab the tip, but suddenly, the tail is gone, now wrapped around his waist again as he gives me an accusing look. “Kakarott, don't you dare think that by giving me food and water, that you can touch me in any way you like! You betrayed my trust and a measly tuna sandwich doesn't fix a broken heart!” He almost yells, then his face goes red as he realises the last part of what he said. I know this is difficult for him, because it's difficult for me too… I want to hold him close and kiss him…I want to hear him say that everything's okay…I want to feel him kiss me back and touch me, tugging my shirt… My face goes red and I block off that train of thought.

 

“I-I understand…” I whisper, feeling awful. “I just want you to know that I…I love you Vegeta…and you can stay here as long as you need to.” I look at the floor sadly. He'll obviously not want to stay here with me… “I promise I won't touch you without permission…” I look back at him and smile weakly, wondering if he knows he's a clone, and if he doesn't, should I tell him? What was he doing in his room anyway? Would he tell me? Should I ask…? No. If he wants me to know, he'll tell me. The silence now is awkward and uncomfortable and I can't stand it. “So…umm…would you like a bath or something? You have been in your room for quite a while…” I bite my lip. I hope he didn't take that offensively, I wasn't saying he smelt or anything…

 

“Yes, I'll have a bath.” He says, standing up, watching me and I smile.

 

“Okay, I'll get us some towels and we can-” He cuts me off.

 

“Alone.” He states, eyeing me angrily. “I don't want to bathe with you anymore.” My heart sinks in my chest. We've always bathed together! I feel cheated, but I nod silently, going to get him a towel, getting a large white one for him, instead of the smaller one that I use, knowing he'll want to cover as much of himself as he can. I pass it to him and go back to my card game, now pretending to ignore him as he goes back into his room, then comes back, the towel going down from under his armpits to past his knees. I try to ignore him, but my eyes stray over, looking up and down his body. He's only wearing a towel after all… “Kakarott?” His voice sounds nervous as I turn to face him properly. “W-Will you bathe with me?” His cheeks are pink. “We can wash each other's backs that way…” I can't help but smile at him! This is a huge step forward!

 

“Sure, Vegeta, just give me a minute.” I abandon my card game and fetch my towel, passing him and smiling as I go into my room, leaving the door open so I can leave faster. I strip, throwing my shirt and boxers to the floor, suddenly feeling eyes on me and I turn around, naked, to see an embarrassed Vegeta with wide eyes staring at me, looking guilty. My face flushes red as I grab my towel and wrap it around my waist, avoiding his gaze as I walk right past him, deciding to ignore what happened. “Um…you know the way, right?” He suddenly turns to face me, scarlet, nodding.

 

“Yeah.” I lead the way, feeling him walking behind me, a feeling of unease and nervousness lingering between us. I wonder why he changed his mind so suddenly. Was it because he's never bathed alone? Was it because I was disappointed? He stared at me while I was naked…maybe he wanted to watch me bathe too? I shake my head. I need to stop thinking and just wash myself. I mean, it's not good to think about things I can't have, it'll make me want them more… “Kakarott? Where are you going?” Vegeta's timid voice asks me, making me realise I was walking too far down. I turn around and go to the lake's edge, trying not to feel stupid.

 

“Nowhere really.” I reply, kneeling down and testing the water with my finger. “It's warm enough to bathe in.” He doesn't move. I sigh. I guess I'm going to strip off first. I take the towel from my waist from my waist and lay it on the shore, slowly wading into the water and looking out at the scenery to give him his privacy, though he won't give me mine.

 

“Kakarott?” I turn to face him and flush red as I see him drop his towel carefully next to mine and walk slowly into the water, my face heating more the closer he gets to me, turning away in embarrassment. I almost jump when hands start kneading my back, looking over at him in shock. “I just thought I should do your back first…” He purrs, sending shivers up my spine. Oh God…he's so close…and touching me…and so…naked… I don't think I can control myself. His hands are so soft… Where did the timid Vegeta go? This one's so confident and positive, his actions almost seductive…what happened to the shy embarrassed Vegeta, who was innocent? His hands scrub at my back, using pondweed to get rid of my dead skin, leaving me with nothing to do.

 

A few minutes later, the scrubbing stops and I turn to face him, smiling. He gives me a sultry look and slowly turns away, looking over his shoulder expectantly, offering the pondweed. I take it from him and the second I touch his back, I feel him shiver. Blushing a little, I scrub at his skin, trying to do it as quickly and efficiently as possible. He's coming on to me again, but, no matter how much I want him, I feel that we should take it slowly… I know it'll be difficult, but I will try my best. After all, I love him, do-- I jump as his tail coils my wrist, mostly wet, but the tip dry, realising I had stopped cleaning him, his face looking at me again from over his shoulder, confused. I smile, then continue scrubbing, trying to ignore his sounds of enjoyment and loud purr, though the sound feels like it's rumbling through my body, becoming aroused in response. Dammit! I flush red and move my hands back, turning away from him.

 

“Your back's done now.” I inform him, looking back out of the water, shivering. I try to peel his wet tail from my wrist, but he jumps on me and we topple into the water, blushing as I realise he is straddling my lap, our eyes locked. “Vegeta…” I whisper, gently propping myself on my elbows to keep my head out of the water, swallowing nervously as his face gets closer, our lips almost together. I only have two options here; kiss him or drown. I really don't want to drown! Suddenly, his mouth is pressed to mine and his hands are in my hair, keeping my head out of the lake and pulling it closer to his own. He kisses me gently, his tongue licking at my lip, trying to make me kiss him back. I push myself up with my hands so that I am sitting up, then wrap my arms around his waist, pulling him closer to me as I dominate his mouth, groaning and stroking up his back, wanting to pet his tail, but not doing so. I'm not going to go that far with him yet; I don't deserve it. I try to pull back, and he lets me, smiling at him as I do so. I say nothing and gently move him off of my lap, going to the bank and collecting my towel to dry myself with.

 

“Ummm, Kakarott?” I turn and see him still sitting in the water, looking worried and confused. I smile brightly at him and offer my hand, watching as he takes it, and pull him out, going red when he leans forward as if to kiss me, his hand grabbing at my towel. I hold on tightly and move back, grabbing his towel and give it to him, still smiling as he takes it and frowns, before going back into the house, dying my hair. He comes in after me, and then throws his towel in my face, looking angry. Shit. Before I can say anything, he turns and goes into his room, slamming the door behind him, leaving me standing there. I sigh and pick up his towel, folding it and placing it on my new table as I lay on my settee. So much for a step forward… My eyes slip closed and I sigh again, relaxing for a while.

 

I hear a door open and my eyes follow suit, looking at Vegeta as he walks over, dressed in tight-fitting black, his eyes fixed on mine as he crawls onto my settee, moving up to straddle my waist. I look up at him and tremble a little, still being damp and naked from the bath as his hands stroke over my chest, then tangle in my hair as he kisses me, not letting me go. After a while, he pulls back, staring me in the eyes.

 

“Ve-” I begin, but he presses his finger to my lips, looking very serious.

 

“Kakarott, I…am in love with you…” My eyes widen a little. “A-And you also said that you love me…if you do, you won't deny me this time…I-I want you to make love to me…” He swallows and lets the sentence hang in the air, our gazes locked.

 

This is so fast…