Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Playing Home ❯ Part 17 ( Chapter 17 )

Hello, hatake-kakashi86! I'm very glad you like the trilogy so far. It's good to know. Hope you won't get disappointed with any of the oncoming chapters.

 

Hello, RowinaDequina16! And a lemon once again.

Ah, there's no need trying reading Lucid only if I said so; tastes differ.

Yes, I perfectly understand what you mean while talking about Kamala. He had had a difficult life. The new place and the changes he and Raaven underwent are good for them, but it will take time until they stop being paranoid. Kamala still is under big pressure, and he can't cope with that anymore. Everyone had their point of breaking. Through the years, Kamala accumulated too much.

Raaven can't help him. First, Raaven needs to get some help for himself.

 

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

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

 

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

 

Part 17

 

Several days passed and Yamcha was the first to arrive at Goku and Vegeta's house. He happily plopped onto the sofa next to the TV set. He then waived a capsule under Vegeta's nose.

 

“I have enough supplies for a whole year - a fridge full of beer and Vodka,” he didn't notice Vegeta's face turning green after mentioning Vodka, “I've also got sausages, ham…”

 

“Salad, fruits, juice…” Goku's voice wafted from the kitchen.

 

Yamcha's brow rose questioningly at Vegeta who was now scowling.

 

“The idiot wants me to eat that green stuff,” Vegeta brushed the capsule out of his face.

 

“Goku, he's a Saiyan, right? And you are carnivores, right? Just like Humans, right?” Yamcha shouted towards the kitchen where Goku had been busying himself with food.

 

“Yes, but we eat salad, too! Don't give him any wrong ideas! And no beer! And definitely no Vodka!” Goku shouted back.

 

Vegeta circled his finger at his temple several times, indicating that Goku went bonkers.

 

“How can you live with him?” Yamcha shook his head in disbelief, hugging the capsule to his heart.

 

“Well, tried without him - wasn't too good either,” Vegeta chuckled.

 

“Don't worry, I'll smuggle some sausages and beer…” Yamcha whispered.

 

“I heard that!” Goku yelled.

 

XXXXX

 

After Krillin joined them, they went after the first Dragon Ball in Romania. Because they weren't in a hurry, and the journey was considered like some sightseeing/camping trip, they flew at a mediocre pace and at a low height, while at the same time managing to chat about what they were seeing on the ground.

 

“You are a bunch of women!” Vegeta declared after half an hour.

 

Krillin bit his tongue before suggesting Vegeta look at himself and think once again who of them was the closest to a woman. Instead he suggested to Vegeta that he suggest a topic. Soon they were talking about fighting and praising themselves for their power and skills. No one could outtalk Vegeta.

 

After five hours they landed in a small village. They had some trouble while trying to explain to the people what they needed, but after Vegeta blasted a tree to dust, the Dragon Ball quickly changed hands.

 

“Aggressive, isn't he?” Krillin glanced at Goku.

 

“Hormones…” Goku sighed, putting the Dragon Ball into his backpack.

 

“I have an idea,” Krillin laughed. “Let Vegeta do business - he represents out interests the best.”

 

“One more stupid joke, and I'll fucking blast your head into oblivion,” Vegeta declared. He then turned back to the scared villagers.

 

“Leave them some Vodka or something,” Goku turned to Yamcha. “I think they liked that Ball…”

 

“Are you crazy?! Vodka?! There was no talk of bribes!”

 

“Gods,” Krillin sighed, “just one bottle so that they can peacefully contemplate their loss…”

 

After three hours they reached Latvia. Yamcha was still upset because of his bottle-loss, but his mood brightened after Goku announced dinnertime.

 

They sat by the fire, near the place where they found another Dragon Ball, Goku playing with it in his hands; Yamcha was frying meat skewered on spits, while Vegeta and Krillin were ransacking the backpacks and placing the food on a deck (eating half of it along the way).

 

“I have a chocolate for you,” Yamcha said to Vegeta while picking up one of his capsules.

 

Krillin choked. He looked at Vegeta who glared at Yamcha.

 

“Listen, do I look like a kid? This is becoming ridiculous.”

 

“I thought it already was,” Goku giggled.

 

“But I thought you liked chocolate,” Yamcha shrugged. “It was Goku's ide…” he quickly glanced at Goku who tried to shush him.

 

Vegeta rolled his eyes. “I knew, Kakarott. I wouldn't have believed that Yamcha was stupid enough to have come up with this on his own.”

 

Goku frowned.

 

“Oh, it's a compliment,” Yamcha grinned.

 

“Not exactly. You still were stupid enough to agree with him,” Vegeta smirked at him.

 

“But it worked,” Yamcha protested. “If not for the chocolate…”

 

“No, it worked because Kakarott promised me some exclusive things in bed if I…”

 

“Vegeta!” Goku blushed fiercely.

 

“Yeah, I don't want to know about this,” Krillin shook his head.

 

“And I already know too much…” Yamcha muttered, forgetting that Saiyan hearing was much better than that of a Human's.

 

“And what is that supposed to mean?” Vegeta's face got a very dark expression. He turned to Goku. “If you…”

 

“No,” Goku shook his head fiercely, “I swear I didn't talk.”

 

Vegeta's eyes turned back to Yamcha.

 

“And I swear I'm not interested enough to listen,” Yamcha found himself backing away from the intense gaze.

 

Vegeta comfortably leaned back on Goku's shoulder. “Why did your opinion change so suddenly?” he asked Yamcha. “You were so keen on rescuing your precious “Goku” from me before…”

 

Goku gave Yamcha a quick glance. Yamcha coughed several times while taking his time to think of something to say to Vegeta. “Well, I now see that the one who needs rescuing is you,” he tentatively laughed, hoping that it would be enough. But that only earned him two glares: one from discontent Goku, another from bristling Vegeta.

 

“Better talk to me…” Vegeta growled, giving him one of his withering glares.

 

“Vegeta, men don't talk about such things…” Krillin scratched his head while wondering what the hell was going on here. “Better let's talk about fishing, cars, fighting, football… For example, why we don't need cars…?”

 

“Shut. The. Fuck. Up!” Vegeta's body shook in anger. “I'm a Saiyan! I talk whatever I want! Answer the damn question!” he growled at Yamcha.

 

Goku soothingly stroked Vegeta's side, but got his hand slapped away. Vegeta was having a fit again. His mood-swings were still kicking in. The best solution was usually to let Vegeta do as he wanted and not to utter any word of protest, but in this case, if Yamcha was going to tell the truth, it was dangerous to let Vegeta do as he wished.

 

“Well…” Yamcha twirled a lock of his long hair on his finger, “I sort of… Umm… You know that night when we all stayed at Capsule Corp. after the party?” He continued after Vegeta gave an affirmative nod, “Ah …my…uh…room was next to yours…” Yamcha alternated between blushing and paling - depending on what Vegeta's reaction was going to be. He could see Vegeta trying to put pieces together. As Vegeta suddenly lurched forward, Yamcha jumped to his feet and ran towards the forest.

 

“You…” Vegeta let out high hissing sound. “You… How dare you?! I'll fucking rip your h-”

 

“Vegeta, calm down,” Goku tightened his hold on Vegeta's waist while the other Saiyan was wiggling and trying to throw him off to pursue Yamcha into the forest. “It's harmful to the baby… That was the reason he didn't say anything. Your reaction…”

 

Suddenly Vegeta tensed again. “And in the morning…” his eyes widened. “You fucking pervert!” he shouted towards the forest. “Did you listen to us in the morning?!”

 

“I really didn't intend to!” a voice wafted from somewhere deep in the forest. “I swear, I didn't!”

 

Goku was ready for a deadly massacre but was stupefied after Vegeta just slumped next to him, his body shaking with laughter.

 

Goku and Krillin exchanged short glances. Krillin shrugged.

 

“Did you like what you heard…?” Vegeta purred after Yamcha, half-an-hour later, decided that it was safe to return. His tail seductively danced in the air. “I can bet you were aroused as hell, weren't you…?”

 

Yamcha became red to his hair-roots. “The only thing I was able to think of was how to get out of that cursed room!” he fiercely protested.

 

“Nooo… I don't think so…” Vegeta smirked at him. “Those gasps and pants… They really… Do you want us to perform visually?”

 

“For fuck's sake, Vegeta!” Goku finally regained his speech. His bulged-out eyes came back to normal, and he grabbed Vegeta's tail and pulled it down. “And stop purring!” No, he will have to get Bulma do something about those mood-swings of Vegeta's!

 

Krillin stared at Vegeta's smirking face for some time then turned to Yamcha's red one then to Goku's horrified one. He broke into laughter. “I can't believe it!” but then he became very interested. “And what were you talking about, that changed Yamcha's opinion?”

 

“Say it and you're dead,” Vegeta calmly announced to Yamcha.

 

“Oh, I know that perfectly,” Yamcha nodded. “So, guys, what are you going to wish for?” he dropped the matter. He was damn glad that Vegeta was more amused than angry.

 

“To revive Ahrae and for the spaceship to be brought back to Earth,” Goku quickly said, being immensely happy for the opportunity to change the subject.

 

“Is she beautiful?” Yamcha said, immediately interested.

 

Krillin rolled his eyes. He went to check over the frying meat and found it perfectly done. He poured some beer over it, turned the spit several times again then passed some to Vegeta, two others for Goku and Yamcha. It always seemed that wherever he went Vegeta always got served first.

 

Goku wasn't sure how to answer Yamcha. Vegeta was the incarnation of beauty. He felt skittish when confronting anything that reached beyond that.

 

“Yes,” Vegeta answered instead of Goku.

 

“She had long black hair, a fit body, big blue eyes, big lips and a very big mouth - that's for sure,” Goku commented after Vegeta didn't add anything more. She was a warrior.”

 

“A mage-warrior,” Vegeta corrected him. He then thought a second. “Or maybe a warrior-mage…” he stuffed the fried meat into his mouth. “Always got confused with that one…” he mused.

 

“Oh, that's good,” Yamcha nodded contently. “I hope she knows many magical tricks…” he grinned.

 

Krillin rolled his eyes again.

 

“Maybe in about seven years…” Vegeta smirked at Yamcha.

 

XXXXX

 

“This is the best camping trip I have ever had,” Goku happily embraced Vegeta, drawing him close to his chest. The two were in their capsule house while Yamcha and Krillin shared another one. Goku and Vegeta were lying in bed, the lights off.

 

“Can't believe that idiot heard us…” Vegeta scrunched his nose.

 

Goku yawned. “Forget it. It brought you closer after all… I mean that first part he heard,” he quickly corrected himself.

 

Vegeta sighed. He then suggestively shifted against Goku's crotch. “I hope you aren't too tired …”

 

“They're only several meters away…” Goku shrunk back away from Vegeta's wandering tail.

 

Vegeta shrugged. “We'll have to be careful, won't we?”

 

Goku wanted to answer Vegeta that it wasn't bloody likely, but meowed instead as Vegeta's tail found his crotch.

 

“Vegeta…”

 

“Kakarott…”

 

Goku cursed himself mentally. Vegeta was used to playing that game. And it always worked. “Top, bottom?” he moaned as Vegeta's hand joined the insistent tail.

 

“Top,” Vegeta muttered between sloppy kisses.

 

Goku felt himself being pushed on his back. He drew Vegeta for another kiss that grew into a series of wet, smacking pecks. Vegeta's hand entangled into Goku's messy hair, his other hand brushing, pushing, and squeezing everything in its path.

 

“Umm…” Goku tensed, his body shivering, his eyelashes fluttering wildly as Vegeta ground his hips against Goku's. Goku perfectly could feel Vegeta's need for him through the thin material of his boxers. Goku's hand left Vegeta's back and reached for the prince's waist. Goku tugged at the boxers then his hand slid into them, drew small massaging circles over Vegeta's buttocks then squeezed harder.

 

There was a moan then a loud yelp.

 

“What?” Goku opened his eyes clouded with desire.

 

“The rubber waistband gave way.”

 

“Oh, sorry,” Goku released Vegeta's bottom only to tear Vegeta's boxers away.

 

“Ouch!”

 

“Sorry,” Goku's palms fixed back on Vegeta's now bare buttocks.

 

“Asshole,” Vegeta leaned to attach himself to one of Goku's nipples.

 

“All yours,” Goku grinned then moaned as Vegeta's teeth grazed at his hardening nub. His eyes closed again. His hand traveled to Vegeta's back, stroking, feeling the muscles flexing and moving beneath the skin. “Can't wait until we spar again,” Goku leaned forward, fervently kissing Vegeta's biceps.

 

“Hn…” Vegeta's mouth rose from Goku's nipple. Goku grinned as Vegeta kindly repaid by tearing his boxers off. But his grin disappeared as Vegeta's lips traveled to the other nub, leaving a wet, burning path on their way. He made the nipple rise from its hiding.

 

“Ahh…” Goku's eyelashes fluttered as the insistent tongue reached his navel and dipped into it. He felt himself flush as the tongue began imitating the in and out motion he was so aching for. His hips rose on their own accord.

 

“Ohh…” Goku tensed as the tongue went all the way down the underside of his rigid organ. He felt Vegeta press him back onto the bed. His eyes rolled back in his head at the feel of Vegeta's tongue swirl around his shaft's head then dip into the slit. His hands left Vegeta's back and grabbed Vegeta's hair. “More…” he grunted out through the clenched teeth then gasped as Vegeta's mouth swallowed him whole. Gods, he'd died and gone to heaven. No, it was much better than heaven…

 

Vegeta's hand pushed Goku's fingers away from his hair and pressed Goku's own writhing tail into them. Goku began to stroke his tail in tune with Vegeta's head movements.

 

Goku moaned shamelessly, his legs wildly flailing to Vegeta's sides. He was burning. His legs opened even wider as he felt Vegeta's fingers probing his entrance, his hips eagerly seeking to push those slicked fingers in. He shortly wondered where Vegeta got the lubricant from but then his brain shrank to a grain; the fingers were in.

 

Vegeta wanted to possessively growl and purr at the same time while watching Kakarott's indecision as to where he ached the most. He sucked on Kakarott's shaft harder and fingered him harder, drawing a series of yelps and moans. Kakarott was trying to pick up speed. No, not yet. With a loud smack he removed his fingers from Kakarott, his mouth releasing Kakarott's shaft. He stared down at Kakarott's eyes that were hooded with lust and impatience. He pushed Kakarott down again as that one tried to press himself to him in order to get more of the so needed contact. He played with Kakarott's stone-hard sacks, relishing in the other man's need for him.

 

“Vegeta…” Kakarott groaned while trying to thrust anywhere only to ease the ache that was burning in him.

 

“Umm?” Vegeta leaned down to suck on Goku's left nipple, while holding Goku's wrists above Goku's thrashing head.

 

“Stop that…” Goku groaned, loudly panting.

 

Vegeta decided it was enough; he still remembered that incident with the leather costume when Kakarott lost his composure.

 

He opened the tube of lube once again and coated himself richly.

 

“Oh Gods… Yes…” Kakarott arched when he felt the blunt tip pressing into him.

 

It took two thrusts and Kakarott came, his whole body trembling and spasming around him, Kakarott's nails digging deeply into his back. Not that he was disappointed.

 

The walls around him slowly started to relax while Kakarott tried to regain his breath. He looked at the eyes that opened and were still hooded, and leaned down to claim Kakarott's lips with his. Kakarott responded. Vaguely at first, but later more and more eagerly, with a growing passion, Kakarott's hands starting roaming over his body again.

 

He caught Kakarott's tail, gently brushed over the rich fur, squeezed harder, brought it to Kakarott's stomach, tickling him, smearing the fur with Kakarott's own seed. Heard Kakarott moan as he sucked on the wet tail-tip.

 

“Turn over,” Vegeta sucked on the tail-tip again, making Goku's whole body shudder at the feel and sigh. A soft sigh of protest left Goku's lips as Vegeta pulled away. Eager to get this going again, Goku turned around.

 

He parted Kakarott's cheeks, thrusting himself home, earning a gasp from Kakarott. Pushed backwards and forwards several times, making Kakarott squirm underneath him, raise his ass higher, begging for more. Ah…the thought so delicious…

 

He pushed Kakarott's shoulders down, a sudden need to dominate overwhelming him. A short content growl left his mouth as Kakarott eagerly complied. “Stay there,” he growled into Kakarott ear, even though Kakarott obviously wasn't going to move anywhere - Kakarott was always quite keen on being dominated...

 

He pressed Kakarott into the mattress, his other hand grabbed Kakarott's tail, rubbing, disheveling the fur, sending thousands of jolts into Kakarott's squirming body.

 

“Oh myyy fucking Goood…”

 

Kakarott's pants and moans rose, sending him into a throbbing frenzy, making it impossible to concentrate on anything else except fucking that lusty ass. He took a hold of Kakarott's hips, starting to piston in earnest, turning Kakarott into one long and loud moan.

 

His hand circled Kakarott's waist to reach for Kakarott's leaking member. Oh yes, Kakarott was enjoying this immensely. He attuned his movements with the movements on his hand on Kakarott's shaft.

 

He let his own pants and moans mix with Kakarott's. The undoing was close - Kakarott's frantic movements and high-pitched gasps clearly showing that.

 

“What a nice ass you have here,” he grunted out into Kakarott's ear. “Could fuck through the entire day,” he bit into Kakarott's earlobe, making Kakarott dance underneath him. “So fucking tight.” He shoved into Kakarott firmer to emphasize his words, setting the quick pace to bring them both over the edge.

 

“Ghh…” Kakarott's ass arched as his body suddenly stilled and froze, his tail stiffening. “Ghrhrghh…”

 

He let himself follow the suit, spilling himself into that maddening heat.

 

XXXXX

 

The sun was shining, they weren't in a hurry and after they found the third Dragon Ball it was decided to stop somewhere near a lake, to eat and to have some fun (Vegeta doubted about the fun part, inferring that some of them had enough fun last night). He was vetoed. With Goku's help.

 

They landed at a big lake that was surrounded by a forest and some rocks. Goku felt himself like the place immediately because it reminded him of the lake near his and Vegeta's house.

 

The place for fire was selected, wood gathered, food unpacked.

 

“C'mon!” Goku dropped the wood he had been carrying and enthusiastically launched into the direction of the shore, peeling his clothes off on his way to the water. He waved for others to join him.

 

Wide-eyed, Vegeta stared at his naked mate. “You are not going to bathe naked!” he shouted, growling at Yamcha who happily followed his naked Kakarott to the shore.

 

“Look,” Krillin rolled his eyes at bewildered Vegeta. “It's not like we haven't seen him naked. He always swims naked and…”

 

“Shut up,” Vegeta turned back to Goku. “Dress. Now!”

 

“Vegeta…” Goku whined.

 

“Dress, I said!” Vegeta shouted. “Krillin here just told me that he had been ogling you all the time!”

 

“What?” Krillin spluttered.

 

“For Gods' sake, Vegeta,” Goku shouted back, “stop being so stressed and come here!” he shouted, not even thinking about dressing. “Water is wonderful!”

 

“Oh, I'll come!” Vegeta tossed his shirt over his head while coming to the lake. “But you better be prepared for this!” he got rid of his shoes and pants on his way to the shore.

 

“Hey!” Goku cheered Vegeta on, and before Vegeta could have said or done anything, the prince was dunked into the water, only his bushy tail left to float above the surface.

 

After a moment, Goku was thrown several meters farther into the lake. Vegeta's head, with murder written on his face, resurfaced. He spat water out of his mouth, but then was caught in a coughing frenzy.

 

Goku reappeared behind Vegeta, hitting him on the back, trying to fix his mistake by helping Vegeta get his breath back. perhaps it was too less of an apology because he heard a low growl and felt a punch to his left eye followed.

 

Yamcha laughed at Goku who flew several meters to land all sprawled on the shore.

 

“You idiot! Do you want to drown me?!” Vegeta yelled, approaching Goku.

 

“No,” Goku rubbed his swelling eye. “I just…”

 

“You think it's funny?!” Vegeta hissed, quickly coming over to Goku. “I'll show you funny!”

 

“It was only innocent play…” Goku sat up and rubbed his eye again. “Gods, your right is heavy…”

 

“My left is no less heavy either!” Vegeta threatened.

 

“Oh, c'mon,” Goku sighed. He then quickly jumped, grabbed Vegeta by his waist, threw him onto his shoulder and, laughing, ran back to the lake.

 

“Let me fucking go!”

 

Vegeta hit water with a loud splash.

 

“Idiot!” Vegeta reappeared from the water again. He grabbed a yelping Goku by his hair and dunked him into the water.

 

Goku grabbed Vegeta by his ankle throwing him back into the water.

 

Krillin sat down on the shore, next to Yamcha. Yamcha wrung his hair and contently sighed. He leaned on a tree.

 

“Who's winning?” he wrung his hair again.

 

“Dunno, probably Vegeta. Goku has trouble with his tail - Vegeta made a knot out of it.”

 

“That must hurt.”

 

“Probably.”

 

“Do we have a Senzu if they proceed with this?”

 

“I think Vegeta has.”

 

“Goku is doomed.”

 

“Yep.”

 

“Want to eat?”

 

“Hell yeah!”

 

After the scent of fried sausages reached Vegeta and Goku's playground/playwater, both Saiyans quickly made peace and ran to the shore. Goku quickly raised his ki in order to dry himself, found his clothes and quickly dressed.

 

“I thought we'd need a Senzu for one of you…” Yamcha laughed at Goku. He gave Goku a spit with sausages.

 

“Nah,” Goku waved off. “Vegeta loves bathing. He just pretends not to like it.” Goku tensed a bit after feeling Vegeta's ki rise, but then relaxed after seeing Vegeta coming out of bushes, completely dry and dressed. He patted a place next to him for Vegeta.

 

Vegeta plopped next to Goku, contently. Goku immediately handed his spit with sausages to Vegeta. Vegeta peeled one sausage off and started eating. Goku contently sighed.

 

“Beer?” Yamcha reached for his capsule.

 

“Yeah!” Krillin enthusiastically nodded.

 

“How about you?” Yamcha turned to Goku and Vegeta.

 

“Give one can to Vegeta,” Goku nodded. “But we'll share,” he silently whispered into Vegeta's ear.

 

“Whatever,” Vegeta agreed.

 

Goku grinned happily, brushed over Vegeta's hair and started on his two new sausages.

 

Vegeta opened the can, but didn't have a chance to taste it as Krillin's can struck with his.

 

“For friendship,” Krillin said.

 

“For friendship,” Yamcha agreed, joining them, almost hitting the can out of Vegeta's palm.

 

Vegeta mumbled something, but took a sip with the two men nonetheless. He then passed the can to Goku.

 

“This is perfect,” Goku contently stretched on the grass after finishing his twentieth sausage. “We should do this more often. I mean, go somewhere together.”

 

“Yeah,” Krillin yawned, feeling sleepy with a full stomach. “I completely agree, but Eighteen won't be too happy…”

 

“That's sad,” Yamcha sipped his beer. “I'll never marry.”

 

Krillin rolled his eyes. Goku laughed. Vegeta snorted. Goku felt Vegeta shift and was delighted when Vegeta lay down next to him. Goku dreamily sighed, “I'm glad that I mated.”

 

“Of course you are,” Vegeta smacked Goku on the face with his tail. “Now shut up.”

 

Goku laughed. He caught Vegeta's tail, brought it to his mouth and blew. Goku face covered in a thick flush after he heard Vegeta's gasp. “Sorry,” he mumbled, releasing the tail immediately. “Forgot myself a little…”

 

Vegeta's tail smacked Goku on the head again before returning to its owner's waist.

 

“I really miss our spars…” Goku sighed.

 

“We really don't,” Yamcha shook his head. “The last time you blasted half of the forest!”

 

“Only because Vegeta moved!” Goku pouted.

 

“What a surprise,” Krillin rolled his eyes. “That sparring ground is too small for two Super Saiyans three. You have to go…to the moon or whatever.”

 

Vegeta smacked Goku on his forehead after noticing Goku seriously considering the idea.

 

Krillin laughed. “Let's go to sleep, boys.”

 

TBC

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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