Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Playing Home ❯ Part 11 ( Chapter 11 )

Hello, dishgirl! Sure it isn't the end. Plenty of more to come. Glad you liked the other two stories. This one isn't as good as those previous two were, it's bit childish, but…oh well, it has its own funny and interesting moments.

Glad you liked.

 

Hello, NewFan! You like weird. Okay, so this is more weird for you - hope you have read the previous story “Come Together”, though, if not - it doesn't really matter, but this chapter is going to explain several things.

Anything with Bulma's mom is a hoot? Good then - I promise you'll get to see more action with her, hahah And soon enough.

 

Hello, LadyKATT! Yep, Vegeta, loves sweets, especially chocolate cake.

 

 

Playing Home by chayron (lttomb@yahoo.com) beta-read by achillona

 

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ. I'm not making any money of off this.

Warnings: Yaoi (male x male). Goku/Vegeta.

 

Part 11

 

It was the third month of Vegeta's pregnancy. There was still not a sign of Vegeta's waistline expanding or of Vegeta putting on weight, but Vegeta's appetite increased and his cravings for sweets were killing Goku. Goku was also trying (unsuccessfully) to prevent Vegeta's training. Vegeta didn't exceed 20 G, but Goku felt worried anyway. Goku ceased trying to talk Vegeta into quitting his training after he saw that it was completely useless - Vegeta simply ignored him. And what's more - he noticed that his pleas were making Vegeta depressed.

 

But Goku noticed that his and Vegeta's relationship had improved a lot: they stopped shouting at each other. Vegeta finally didn't feel the need to win each of their `word-spars', he was making compromises. Vegeta stopped seeing possible insults everywhere, which gave them time to simply enjoy each other's company.

 

Vegeta was settling down.

 

Goku was extremely happy because of it. He knew whom he was mated with, and these changes were proving that Vegeta was ready to make changes in his life for him.

 

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Vegeta yawned then slowly blinked, becoming aware of his surroundings. Actually Kakarott surrounded him. He again fell asleep on Kakarott. Gods, if the woman hadn't said that these sleep-attacks were normal he'd be deathly worried. Hell, he even fell asleep while Kakarott was teaching him IT. Kakarott finally remembered his promise to teach him IT. Kakarott had promised him to teach if they got away from that space trip alive and with Trunks. The teaching cost them both some nerves. He had never been a patient person, and Kakarott was sure that while pregnant he simply had to be chained to the bed and not do anything except eating and sleeping and fucking. But it wasn't too bad. After he picked up the basics, it was a piece of cake to learn the rest.

 

He was falling in love with Kakarott. Yes, he already had been in love with Kakarott but now each day the feeling was increasing. Sometimes he simply wanted to stop whatever he was doing and simply go to where Kakarott was and sit next to him. Simply to feel his warmth, his scent. Kakarott caught him staring more than once. Kakarott would smile at him, come closer, and embrace him. And despite his trying to look displeased he liked when Kakarott did that. He loved that feeling of comfort, closeness and security, the family feeling.

 

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As time went by, Goku and Vegeta spent more time together. They talked constantly with each other, and Goku didn't drop hints anymore - he wanted to know everything, or at least most of Vegeta's past. The only problem was - Vegeta didn't want to talk about it. And the other problem was that Goku wanted to talk about it very much. He and Vegeta had never talked about their previous sexual lives. Had Goku been a bit cleverer, he wouldn't have even started pestering Vegeta about it, but as he wasn't…

 

“How many partners did you have before me?” Goku asked as they were comfortably lying in the bed. They've never talked about this, but Goku noticed that Vegeta wasn't very experienced. All right, his mate was much more experienced than him, but still… They rarely tried anything new, and he noticed that, despite his pretence, Vegeta was a bit unsure of himself.

 

Vegeta was silent and Goku thought that he was sleeping. But then Vegeta shifted. “Vegeta?”

 

“Why do you care?”

 

“I'm just curious. I want to know if sex with me pleases you,” Goku felt his cheeks blush.

 

“Yes, it does. Now go to sleep.”

 

Goku silently shifted in the bed. At least Vegeta wasn't complaining. “Vegeta, I want to know how many partners you had before me.” Of course, he knew that it wasn't the best way to approach Vegeta, but today he wasn't in the mood for hide-and-seek with Vegeta.

 

“Not your business,” Vegeta's voice was cold.

 

“What's so secret?” Goku brushed over Vegeta's hair. “I can tell you about mine.”

 

“Please…” Vegeta rolled his eyes. “I'm not interested in your and your harpy's stories.”

 

Goku frowned. “Vegeta…” And then Goku went silent because Vegeta began to growl. The topic really didn't please the prince. “Alright,” Goku sighed, giving in. He kissed Vegeta's shoulder and threw his arm around Vegeta's waist, closing his eyes. He heard Vegeta's growl lessen and after a while it disappeared altogether, leaving Vegeta softly breathing.

 

Goku listened to Vegeta's calm breathing. Vegeta was a very passionate being. He was passionate about everything he did. And Vegeta had a very high sexual appetite. Though, Goku could remember that in the very beginning of their relationship Vegeta was eager to bed him, but at the same time was very jumpy and nervous. And Vegeta had always avoided accidental touches or cuddling. That might be explainable by Vegeta's lack of trust in other beings, but Goku instinctively felt that there was more to it.

 

Goku tried the next morning. That was really not a good idea. Vegeta began to shout and threw a plate of rolls at him.

 

“I don't want to talk about it!” Vegeta hissed. “How many times will I have to say that until it reaches your stupid brain?!”

 

“You don't need to be so insulting,” Goku scowled and began to pick up the rolls from the floor.

 

“Then fuck off finally!” Vegeta clenched his fist.

 

“Did someone rape you?” Goku put the plate of rolls back onto the table.

 

“What?” Vegeta stared at Goku with his mouth open. He finally closed it. “And where the hell did you get THAT idea?”

 

Goku sheepishly scratched his head. Now he really could see that his presumption was wrong. “Uhh…I…you seem to be uncomfortable with the topic…”

 

“That's because it's not your damn business!” Vegeta crossed his arms. “Nobody raped me, if that's what's bothering you …”

 

“Of course it bothers me!” Goku glared at him. “I'm your mate. If somebody touched you - I'll kill him.”

 

“I can perfectly take care of myself,” Vegeta snorted, angered by Goku's protective tone.

 

“You can't,” Goku calmly chided. “You're pregnant. You can't even reach first level Super Saiyan.”

 

“I was talking about the past, you moron!”

 

Goku rolled his eyes. “Just tell me, or I'll be pestering you forever.”

 

Vegeta was red with anger. “What I'm doing in my bed is my fucking business!”

 

Goku wanted to make some clever remark, but restrained himself - Vegeta was really angry and the tense situation might've even turned into a fight. He just sighed, got up from the chair and went into the kitchen.

 

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Goku highly amused and trying not to laugh watched a confused Vegeta who was staring manically at the recipe of pancakes. Vegeta was trying to bake. Goku was trying not to laugh; he knew that in that case Vegeta would never try again, or even worse - would kick his ass. Vegeta took offence quickly. That was Vegeta after all - childish and stubborn.

 

“What the hell is yeast?!”

 

By Vegeta's irritated tone Goku could see that his mate was on the verge of losing his patience. And Vegeta just started…

 

“Open the fridge, there should be three or four small packages of them.”

 

“So we do have them after all…” Vegeta went to the fridge.

 

“First break the eggs into the bowl, mix them. Pour the milk then,” Goku decided to help his mate before Vegeta blew up the kitchen. He watched Vegeta do as he was told. Goku took the yeast and began preparing them. “That's enough. Now add sugar, salt.” Goku gave Vegeta a questioning look when Vegeta poured all the sugar that was requested in the recipe, but didn't even touch the salt.

 

“I want it sweet, not salty,” Vegeta explained.

 

Goku smiled. He moved to the bowl and poured the yeast in. “It's just for better taste, you wouldn't even taste it.”

 

Vegeta looked at Goku suspiciously. “I like it sweet,” he stubbornly repeated. But Goku's eyes caught the prince's fingers add a bit of salt to the mass. Goku rolled his eyes.

 

“Never mind. Now pour some flour.”

 

“How much?”

 

“That pack should be enough.”

 

“Stop! Gods, not everything at once!”

 

Vegeta glared at him. “It's too late. Do I need to throw it away?”

 

“No,” Goku laughed. “You'll have to mix everything very thoroughly, though.”

 

“Don't fucking laugh at me!” Vegeta yelled, frustrated.

 

“Vegeta, it's just pancakes. First time I tried to bake them, Chichi almost laughed herself to death. You should have seen our kitchen…” Goku's ear caught Vegeta murmur something about `Chichi' and `die'.

 

Goku didn't like the fact that Vegeta was still subconsciously competing for his attention. It would've been good, if Vegeta didn't consider Chichi an enemy. Goku didn't understand that. Vegeta was his mate. Vegeta was his, why worry?

 

“Vegeta, put that bowl down,” Goku advanced to Vegeta.

 

“What? Why?” Vegeta gasped as the bowl was snatched from his hands and he was flattened to the table on his stomach. He tried to draw himself up, but Goku pushed him down again. Vegeta didn't like that at all.

 

“Shh…” Goku nibbled Vegeta's nape, his one hand pressing Vegeta down, another running up and down over Vegeta's side.

 

“Let me go!”

 

The next second Goku was flying into the wall. To say that Goku was surprised isn't enough. Goku rubbed his stomach where Vegeta's elbow had hit him. He stared at Vegeta wide-eyed.

 

“Don't.you.ever.do.that.again,” Vegeta was shaking in fury.

 

“And I was hoping to have maddening sex on the kitchen table…” Goku stuttered out. He was shocked. Vegeta reacted as if he were trying to rape him. Vegeta clearly still had some issues about submitting. “Alright, I was too rough,” he nodded, getting up.

 

Vegeta bared canines at him as he began questioning his mate's strength. “You fucking smashed my face into the damn table!” Vegeta hissed at him.

 

“That I really didn't do!” Goku denied. Okay he had been a bit aggressive, but not that rough!

 

“Yes, you did! You were…” Vegeta searched for a word to use.

 

“…dominant, insistent, pushy?” Goku suggested, crossing his arms. He lowered his head at silent Vegeta. “Am I not supposed to be like this? I'm…how did you phrase it…Alpha Male. Does something disturb you?” Goku calmly sat up on the chair. “Let me tell you something, Vegeta. I do NOT accept any hierarchy here, and you know how to say `no'. One little `no' and it's enough. You don't have to throw me into a wall.” Goku glared at Vegeta, stood up and left the kitchen, leaving his mate with unfinished pancakes and feeling achingly guilty.

 

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He really didn't want to talk about it. Had not the slightest wish. It was shameful and painful. Why was Kakarott insisting so much? But now he hadn't much choice - he felt guilty after that incident in the kitchen and the most likely way to cover up his lapse was to give Kakarott what he wanted.

 

Vegeta sighed and raised his head at Goku who was pretending to read the newspaper. “What do you want to know exactly?”

 

Goku was surprised. He didn't expect Vegeta to give in so easily. “Well…” he folded the newspaper and put it aside. Now he himself wasn't sure why he had started this whole ordeal. “The usual stuff.”

 

“Usual stuff?” Vegeta asked, and Goku realized that Vegeta didn't know what usual stuff was.

 

“How many lovers did you have?”

 

Vegeta frowned at him. He thought a moment. “I wouldn't call them lovers…”

 

Now Goku felt that he really shouldn't have started the conversation about this. He was getting jealous… “So what would you call them?”

 

Vegeta shrugged. “Radditz was convenient at the time, and Diaron…” he shifted uneasy. “Diaron was another mistake.”

 

Goku was gaping at Vegeta. “R-radditz? You slept with my brother?!” he shouted.

 

Vegeta looked at bit surprised at Goku's outburst. “Yes. So what?”

 

“`So what'?” Goku gaped at Vegeta in disbelief. “How can you say that?!”

 

Vegeta blinked. “I don't know why it disturbs you so much. But if it makes any difference I can say that it happened only once.”

 

“`Why it disturbs me so much'”?

 

“And again -why?” Vegeta asked.

 

“Is it common to sleep with one family's members or what?!” Goku hissed.

 

“I don't know!” Vegeta hissed back. “What fucking difference does it make?!” Kakarott himself wanted to know and now was shouting at him!

 

Goku realized that Vegeta really didn't know what he meant. “Here, on Earth, people don't do that, sleeping with the members of the same family.”

 

“Don't see why,” Vegeta shrugged then sighed. “Why does it matter?”

 

Goku frowned. “I feel…well…it's…humiliating.”

 

“Why?” Vegeta blinked.

 

“What if after Radditz died, you needed a replacement?”

 

Vegeta gave Goku a very intensive look. “We might have very serious problems here. Better not ever say that nonsense again.”

 

Goku sighed. “Anyway, I thought there were limitations in relationship's between Elite and third-class?” Goku noticed Vegeta becoming uncomfortable.

 

“I used him for my needs. I didn't plan anything more.”

 

“You mean you kept him as your pet?!” Goku choked out in disbelief.

 

“No!” Vegeta gasped. “Of course not! I said it was just one time. It was my first heat; I needed someone.”

 

“Oh.” First heat? That explained a lot. Goku perfectly remembered his own first heat; that really was something to remember -that's about time he got married after all… He perfectly remembered those crushing waves of crazed lust, which would engulf him from time to time. And at the time he was taking part in the Tournament. To say that it was not good timing would be a big understatement. Most of the time he wanted to throw his opponent on the ground and have his way of sparring. Goku felt his cheeks blush, remembering strange looks that his opponents were giving him when they noticed the bulge in his pants. No, he really wasn't so concerned with fighting then… that's probably why it took so long to eliminate his opponents…

 

Vegeta was silent, lost in his thoughts. He didn't like to talk about that, he didn't even like to think about that. That was too personal, too painful. Those memories hurt him. He wasn't interested in sex til his first heat. He simply didn't think of that; didn't feel the need. His first heat came when he was almost nineteen years old by Earth standards, four or five years later than usual. Actually that never disturbed him. Why it should have? - He didn't even have time to remember that. There were several attempts to approach him, but soon most got the message - he didn't want to be approached. Most backed off, but not all. Zarbon, for example was always there, after him. And though Zarbon never made a direct attempt to persuade him, he tried to avoid and not to provoke Zarbon. Zarbon didn't pester him, but on more than several occasions made it clear that he wanted him. No, there were no such things as `accidental touches' or `oops I just tripped on you'. Zarbon was open - Zarbon simply told him that he was more than welcome to celebrate boring evenings. And more than once time he'd regretted not having accepted Zarbon's suggestion. That was a mistake.

 

First heat hit so hard that he was left writhing and gasping in need. He'd never thought that there existed something like this, which was able to hijack his brain and let his instincts take-over. He'd always been sure that he was and would be in perfect control of his body. Maybe his body was trying to make up for all those years that it had spent by only training and fighting.

 

Sure, first several days he had no idea what was happening to him, he somehow managed to miss the fact that he was a healthy male and the time when he was supposed to go into first heat was long overdue. He decided that he'd gotten ill then - his body temperature was heightened, he felt a bit sick, he sweated a lot. Though later, when he felt waves of crazed lust going up and down his spine and concentrating in his lower stomach, leaving him hard and gasping, he had no doubt that he wasn't sick, that he was in heat. After it became unbearable he spent two hours masturbating. That was time well spent. Though, in the end he grew frustrated because he instinctively craved more than his own hand.

 

He didn't realize then, but of course Radditz and Nappa were immediately aware that he was in heat. Both Saiyans certainly realized that something had to be done or otherwise there was going to be serious trouble. First heat manifested itself very strongly. First heat showed masculine maturity and occurred only once in a Saiyan's lifetime. All other heats that followed indicated that a Saiyan's body had produced an egg and that the Saiyan is fertile and they never were so strong, unless after the very mating. And thus the different heats influenced different behaviors: during first heat a Saiyan was ready to fuck everybody; and while in other heats the Saiyan preferred somebody fucking him. That was very simple.

 

After several days he thought that he'd go mad. He was always angry and annoyed. He knew what he wanted and, as time went on, he saw less and less reason why he shouldn't get it. He never liked Nappa, so his list shortened to one Saiyan. Probably he would have considered other races, but none of them smelled as nice as Radditz and nobody looked as appealing as him. But to tell the truth, even Nappa caught his eye by then. And still, even with his frizzing and buzzing brain telling him that according to social status Nappa would be a better choice, he still liked Radditz more.

 

Anyway, he didn't know how it all would have ended had Radditz not decided to go into his cabin one night. The Saiyan simply stood in the middle of the cabin, took his clothes off and sat upon the bed. At that point he didn't remember much, only hotness, flesh, sweat, grunts and moans. He wasn't sure either how long they kept that up. He just knew that he woke up after two days in his cabin, in the same bed, alone, the scent of aftermath lingering in the stuffy air. And all he remembered was the coldness in Radditz's eyes.

 

He'd known that after Radditz's mate was killed and he lost the bond, Radditz had never been intimate with anyone. He couldn't fathom Radditz offering himself to him like hat.

 

After that damn intercourse with Radditz his understanding of sex seriously deteriorated. Sure, he had felt wonderful (as far as he was able to remember) but he felt horrible afterwards. For some time he avoided all possible contact with Radditz. Radditz didn't seem to be eager to meet him either. He'd regretted then that he'd chosen Radditz instead of Zarbon. Had he chose Zarbon, none of this would have happened; Zarbon clearly expressed his interested in him, and instead of Zarbon he chose a Saiyan with a broken bond and heart. Zarbon's door was only ten meters from his!

 

Well, later he began to notice one of Frieza's highest officers, Milan. She was much older than him. Though, it didn't concern him in any way, especially then, when he went into heat. The hormones in his body dictated their own rules. He sort of liked her and the heat would increase that attraction tenfold. He had never tried courting anyone before, thus he didn't exactly have an understanding what he was supposed to do. Had she been a Saiyan, he at least would have known how to affect her or would have known what she liked, but she wasn't, though, she reminded him of a Saiyan by appearance.

 

She turned him down. Explained that he wasn't her type. At that moment he didn't have balls to ask what type she liked - he rather wanted to get the hell out of her cabin. Never in his life had he felt so embarrassed and perplexed.

 

But time heals wounds. And so it dusted that embarrassing happening, and he met someone else.

 

He didn't dare approach Ahrae's father, even, though, he probably was in love with Ahradmar. The younger male fascinated him. Ahradmar was a Hiador. It was said that that race was almost as old as Fire Clan itself. There were only 300 Hiadors left. Most of that was due to wars with Ice-jins and Grums. Grums didn't exist anymore, which said much about Hiadors. Though, Ice-jins were quick to use the Hiador / Grum war and attack Hiadors while they still were struggling after the long and devastating war.

 

Saiyans and Hiadors have never been too friendly with each other. As they were two powerful races, inevitably their roads crossed. `Accidents' happened, but nothing too serious. As Hiadors were a peaceful race, and at that moment Saiyans had a larger dilemma than Hiadors, they managed to survive without driving each other to extinction. Though, after Frieza came, he did that for them. While trying to resist Frieza, Saiyans and Hiadors forgot their hostility toward each other.

 

Ahradmar was a young warrior and mage with a genius's mind. He organized many attempts to kill Frieza and took part in almost all of them. Ahradmar didn't succeed in killing Frieza or his father, but they didn't manage to capture him either. But one day Frieza came and caught him - Ahradmar was wounded and wasn't able to flee fast enough after it was clear that his plan failed. Frieza tortured him. The lizard expected to gain knowledge about other conspirators.

 

When he saw Ahradmar lying in a puddle of his own blood, half-naked, beaten and humiliated, he felt anger and sympathy. He and Ahradmar wanted the same thing after all - to see Frieza dead. They both would have given everything for that.

 

He talked to Radditz then. Radditz wasn't sure - it was very risky - but in the end Radditz agreed to help Ahradmar. They killed the guards and hid Ahradmar in Vegeta's cabin. Sure, Vegeta realized that if Ahradmar were found in his cabin he'd be in serious trouble. They waited until Ahradmar's wound healed and his ki and his magic level rose high enough for him to escape.

 

Ahradmar doubtless would've been very surprised by his rescuers, but he was half-conscious when the rescue mission occurred. Though, later it was clear that Ahradmar didn't expect him and Radditz do that. No wonder - every other time they were fighting each other on the battlefield. Ahradmar followed his every move for quite some time while the two were in Vegeta's cabin. Ahradmar was sure that it was some trick. He only calmed down after several days, though he never completely relaxed. He was much stronger than Ahradmar, especially now when Ahradmar was badly wounded; they both knew that.

 

After some time they began to talk, later plan and then argue. They were worth each other - Ahradmar didn't ever yield to him or his opinion. He was fascinated by the younger male, but also a great deal confused: Ahradmar didn't resemble a Saiyan, none of the Hiadors did: they had only build and skin in common. Ahradmar was blue-haired, blue-eyed creature. Not to mention the lack of tail. Nevertheless he found himself attracted to the younger male. Physically and psychically. Though, he never said that to Ahradmar. Ahradmar didn't seem to be reacting to him the same way, and after that incident with Milan, he'd always been afraid of rejection. Besides, he knew that it would be a mistake - they were on different sides, at least officially; next time he met Ahradmar he'd have to fight him or his troops. Later Ahradmar invited him to leave with him, but he knew better - there was no way he could escape Frieza. For Ahradmar it was easier, Ahradmar was a mage, several portals and bye, bye Frieza.

 

They met several times after that, on the battlefield, against each other's troops. After he left to search for Dragon Balls, he had never seen or heard about Ahradmar. Not until Trunks was kidnapped and he had to ask Fire Clan for help. It appeared that Ahradmar was mated to Fire Clan's Queen, and had a daughter, Ahrae. The universe was small, after all. He wasn't sure how much of that mating was based on love and how much on calculation, but he really was glad to hear that Ahrae's sister that he killed wasn't Ahradmar's child. He didn't like the thought of killing his friend's child. And had he not saved Ahradmar then, he would never have found Trunks - it was Ahrae whom he had to thank for leading them to Trunks and helping them rescue him.

 

After Ahradmar got the hell out of the base, he showed up, Diaron. Diaron replaced one of the dead captains. Diaron was a handsome, dark-haired, tall and muscular male. For some time the base, where they all stayed at the time was engulfed in competition for Diaron's favor. And then, when everyone finally decided that Diaron was a useless heterosexual, Diaron showed interest in him. Actually it happened after he beat the hell out of Diaron in one of the training halls. Diaron secretly began making inquiries about his life, his sexual relationships and taste. Naturally Diaron became even more interested since he didn't find any information; usually the life between battles was fun on the base. Just several of the warriors truly believed that they'd go back home. All others tried to use every opportunity while they were alive.

 

Until Diaron began to court him seriously, he never noticed Diaron. He simply didn't understand those signals Diaron was giving. He didn't read the wicked smiles or twisted sentences. Only after Diaron trapped him in the men's toilet and covered his mouth with his, did he get the message. But Diaron didn't get Vegeta's: after Vegeta broke his nose for inappropriate behavior in a public place, he didn't give up. Actually he grew even more reckless.

 

As time went by, he found himself thinking that Diaron wasn't all that ugly. Diaron's appearance was very similar to that of a Saiyan: tall, muscular, white-skinned, dark-eyed, dark-haired, and less haired than males of other species. Even his scent reminded one of a Saiyan. Appearance was very important for a Saiyan. For example he always felt revulsion thinking about green, red or blue creatures in his bed. Power and appearance were very important and frequently came first of all: broad hips meant easy birth and plenty of descendants; nice, fluffy and thick tail with a healthy looking fur meant excellent fertility; the scent was important too - the richer is the scent the better is the health of a Saiyan.

 

Diaron had broad hips, broad shoulders and in comparison to others was powerful enough to interest him. He didn't even notice how he began answering Diaron's attention.

 

The first kiss they shared made him wobbly and dizzy. He felt a great deal embarrassed that he was absolutely inexperienced in that sort of game. Diaron was eager to teach. Diaron got them several free days and booked a room in some hotel outside the base's borders. He let Diaron do that. At that time when they left the base he was pretty sure that he liked Diaron.

 

He never understood how, but in the evening of the day when they left the base, he found himself on his back with Diaron between his thighs and inside him. And he liked that. Never before had he thought it possible to experience such pleasure. Diaron was a very experienced guy and he used that experience to make him crave each touch. Diaron teased, played with his body, almost making him beg and then let him reach it. He came hard and messy, his howls echoing in the room.

 

Then, when they were lying in the bed completely spent, Diaron's arm thrown over his waist, he felt peace and contentment. He felt happy then.

 

Next day was pretty much the same - he had never used his vocal chords so much.

 

Then, after one of the suns began to set, Diaron got up from the bed, dressed and began to pack his things. “Well,” he said after he finished, “who would have thought that the Ice-prince would be such an amazing fuck.” He knew what he was called behind his back and it didn't disturb him much. “It's such a pity though,” Diaron went on, “that I'm transferred to another base. I liked making you scream my name so much,” Diaron chuckled and was gone. And he was sitting there on that damn bed and staring at the place where Diaron had been standing several moments ago. And he felt that something break deep down inside him. No, he hadn't been in love with Diaron, it wasn't his heart breaking. It was his hopes, his last resort gone. He didn't remember how long he'd been sitting then and staring at the floor, but when he came round, he remembered at some point having strong spasmodic pains and experiencing unreasonable fear. That was the beginning of his panic attacks. Pathetic, but he wasn't able to do anything about them.

 

After that he just wanted to go back to the base as if nothing happened and live further. But he was met with mocking giggles and glances. He found Diaron in the canteen. Some of the crowd scattered away when he approached Diaron, but most of them stayed to listen to Diaron's amazing conquest story. “Come back to beg for more,” Diaron asked him then. He showed his bag. “Sorry, have to catch the ship in five minutes.” He would have torn Diaron apart then, but wasn't even able to move as Zarbon's hands suddenly were on him, keeping him in place.

 

“Actually I heard only you begging…” Zarbon smirked at Diaron, knowing that everyone's eyes and ears were on him now.

 

“Interesting how'd you hear that?” Diaron chuckled.

 

Zarbon shrugged. “Did you really think that Frieza would let his two most powerful warriors slump about without his knowledge? I was ordered to follow you. And as far as I remember, it was your voice begging for a harder fuck…”

 

He didn't actually care about or hear what Zarbon said or Diaron's answers. He was shaking in such fury that he was ready to tear Diaron's head off. But Zarbon was holding him down. After some time he registered Zarbon's words: “Later. Killing him now will you get into serious trouble. Later I'll tell you where he's transferred himself.”

 

Zarbon kept his promise. And he still could feel Diaron's blood on his hands.

 

He didn't want to remember all this. And he felt that he shouldn't have told Kakarott about it - now the silence was lasting too long.

 

“I didn't know that Zarbon was in love with you,” finally Goku managed to say. Now he knew why Vegeta had so many fears, now he understood more of Vegeta's and his relationship. Vegeta had never found what he'd been searching for. No one ever answered Vegeta's call for help.

 

Vegeta gave Goku a surprised look. “I don't think so. He never said that.”

 

“Because he knew that you didn't feel the same.”

 

“Nonsense,” Vegeta shook his head. He stretched his legs and put his feet to rest on the chair opposite him. He wasn't sure why Zarbon did what he did, but he was sure that it was not because of love or something like that.

 

Goku shrugged, deciding that only a complete fool would argue with his mate over such thing. “Did you ever find what you were searching for?” he asked instead.

 

Vegeta raised his head to look at him. He rolled his eyes. “Yeah. I found a big third-class Saiyan with broad hips and perfect tail and ended up getting pregnant myself. That I call a success,” he chuckled smiling at Goku and motioned for him to come closer.

 

TBC

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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