Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Tasting Bliss ❯ Reasons ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z. It was created by Akira Toriyama and is owned by Toei Animation Co. Ltd. Shuisha Bird studios. This is written for entertainment only and I get no money for this. It means no harm to the anime/manga.

 

A/N: Thanks to Katiefoolery and Gokuspasm for inspiring me to write this.

 

A Taste of Fever Past

 

Vegeta burst out of the dream, sweat blistering from his forehead. Every inch of his skin felt chilled to arctic proportions. He found himself trembling from head to toe. Each muscle twitched from the memory of the passing time.

 

Still within his nostrils he smelled Raditz scent. A tingle snapped along the nerve endings into his brain, then traveled down his spine to the small stump of tail that remained. Around his body the GR floor stretched in its tiled pattern. Droplets of sweat had collected into a pool that outlined his fetal curled body. Vividly the pictures flashed again through his mind behind his dark widened eyes.

 

"Raditz," he whispered, longing for the touch that had taken him through so many years of pain. The constant in his chaotic existence under Freeza had been this long haired brother of Kakkarot. Vegeta hated to think how empty and intolerable his existence would have seemed without his long lost lover. Despite the fact he had given himself to Bulma, he still ached for the feel of another full blooded Saiyan. Still his muscles twitched spasmodically at the thought of large strong hands drawing him into muscled arms.

 

"Damn it. Why NOW?" Vegeta wondered.

 

Slowly he rolled over so his bottom was flat on the floor and both hands braced his back halfway up. Into his field of view swung the curved dome of the GR Bulma had built for him years ago. Every day he immersed himself in training, so what made this day different from any others? A quick glance down at his crotch answered his question because something very painful tented his dark spandex shorts there. Somehow he guessed that a quick round with Bulma would not satisfy this ache.

 

Only a few times in the past had the need been so intensely rooted in the core of his dense Saiyan bones. It was a ravenous need that eclipsed all notions of previous sexual appetites. Originally he had taken Bulma to his bed during one of these times, and she had satisfied him nicely. The satiation transformed into a mating bond lasting decades. Unfortunately Bulma physically had aged at twice the rate a normal Saiyan would. While she did her best to keep up, he feared that this time he could risk crushing her. While Bulma nicely fulfilled the role of mate and mother of his children, his memories of his first lover came rushing back.

 

Puberty hit most Saiyan males during their thirteenth birthday. At that time they would have their first rut in the company of a more experienced lover, male or female. Usually males on the battlefield would take the warrior to their bed and introduce him with an experienced female to the pleasures of adulthood, and then a male would complete the process. Saiyans learned the pleasures of the flesh with either sex. To breed was the primary need for mating with females, but mating with either sex was for pleasure.

 

When times were scare and there was not enough food for new offspring mating to breed was forbidden. At this time if a female was in heat she would be unable to stop conception and would resort to mating another female. Likewise the male in the mating bond would find his favorite lover and sate his needs. As females became scarcer through a mysterious disease, more males sought mating bonds with other males. Many of the females were cloistered on planetary assignments or only one would be allowed on a squad consisting of five.

 

By Bardock's time, the female ratio had dropped to one female for every four males. Seripa had carried Raditz and Kakkarot during conception, but then the developing whelp would be removed into incubation. Waylaying a female for live birth was a luxury they could not afford. Seripa was the breeding female for Bardock's squad, and at one time had carried a whelp for each before returning to the whelping center to have the child removed and placed into its special incubator after the first three months. The alpha male of the squad had first crack, but the other males had one another. Torah and Bardock had shared many a time together during rutting time.

 

When the population was reduced to only a few Saiyans, only Nappa, Turles, Raditz and Vegeta were left. The young prince was far too young at that time to need a 'lover'. Nappa had turned his attention to Idsarjin pleasure slaves while Turles had shared himself with Raditz. In turn, Raditz knew that one day the prince would need to learn the precious pleasures of Saiyan mating. He himself volunteered for the duty, and Vegeta had gently been initiated.

 

As much as he missed his lover Turles, Raditz soon enjoyed the company of the Prince. As Vegeta's lover and concubine he did his best to shield his young charge from loneliness as Nappa shielded Vegeta from the assaults and teasing of Freeza's men. Neither wanted to subject the Prince to the filth of Freeza's whores and the pollution of Changeling culture. For a Royal to mate with outsiders was forbidden unless there were no available Saiyan males or females. Such was Vegeta's pride that he would not touch any other being in a sexual manner other then another Saiyan. The desire to avenge his race overrode any need to breed, for he figured immortality was in his grasp.

 

Then he realized that the humans could produce viable offspring. At first horrified with the prospect of his son being stronger then he, Vegeta refused any human female contact. Kakkarot was the only full blooded Saiyan left, and by rights, Vegeta could demand his satisfaction. Yet Kakkarot knew nothing of Saiyan culture. The only other alternative had been the female Bulma, and after fighting his urges he realized it was inevitable. A Saiyan male had to sire at least one offspring to feel a greater warrior, and he did his part.

 

The notions of having a female satisfy his sexual hunger in addition to breeding was strange to Vegeta. Bulma didn't understand his need to stay away, for he only saw her as a means to sate his need to breed. So firmly engrained was his culture that she couldn't comprehend till years later. Finally Vegeta relaxed his notions of proper behavior and accepted that a female could serve to please as well as to breed. Only necessity and the lack of females had prompted this shift in view. But he missed the touch of his own type, and his own gender to feel whole.

 

Would Kakkarot ever consider the duty he had to perform for the Prince? Kakkarot was obligated to subject himself to the Prince's whim, so that the Prince could feel the touch of another male and feel whole once more. For only so long could he stave the need, before he would go insane. Raditz was in his blood, and since Kakkarot was the younger brother, only the taste and feel of son Goku could alleviate the ever growing void in his soul.

 

For every male warrior there was one male that he loved, in addition to the female he bonded with for mating. Raditz had been his lover, and Bulma was his mate. Goku might reject him, but he could no longer ignore the need. Perhaps in dreams he could imagine Raditz hands around him. So for many a time he would lock himself in his GR and train himself to exhaustion. Only after a fierce fight would the memories emerge, and satisfy his lust.

 

Now it wasn't enough. Vegeta felt the pulsing urge, and gasped as he drew in his breath. A red curtain descended, and he again renewed his push to beat the longing out of him. If Bulma were to come now he might kill her with his need to fuck and fuck hard.

***

An hour later, Vegeta had a possible solution. Far from West City Vegeta blazed his trail through the twilight skies. Around him flared his royal blue ki, flickering in a long trailing comet's tail behind him. Far below trees and houses streaked into a continuous blur. Vegeta knew that Goku often trained in remote areas with either Pan or his protegee Majuub. Ever since Goku stumbled on the ss4 form it had grated on Vegeta's nerves. Now he aimed to do something about that situation. Permanently.

 

To accomplish his mission Vegeta figured that a very small device that could fit into the palm of his hand or in his pocket would come in handy. Reaching into his pocket he fingered the item and recalled the day Bulma had called him into her lab a year ago.

 

With a towel hanging around his neck he had strode into the lab to see her bent over the table. Tongue poking out of the corner of her lips Bulma's slender white fingers deftly manipulated wires with miniature tools. Light gleamed off the gold and red cylinder she threaded microcomponents and glistening fiber optics through like stringing beads on a necklace.

 

"Aren't you the busy woman," he remembered saying.

 

Not looking up she murmured her greeting much in the way he used to. The clever smirk washed away with Vegeta's sudden angry frown. Any efforts into being 'cordial' seemed worthless lately. As much time she accused him of spending in his GR she was equally guilty passing countless hours in her laboratory. Sometimes he wondered if she really gave a rat's tail if he came to visit her or not. All at Bulla's insistence too he would drop in unannounced and hope to surprise her, but it went wasted on Bulma.

 

Anger and resentment flared till she turned and picked up the item that was the focus of his vexation. Speechless, Vegeta could only stammer and blush to see it laying on the flat of her extended hand held toward him.

 

"Bulma, I am so honored… that you'd give this to me," Vegeta remembered stammering.

 

On the edge of his memory flared a supernova of ki. Vegeta's senses bounced instantly back to the present moment where he zoomed high above the thick expansive forest. In all directions it lay as a green bedspread covering the sinusoidal mountains. Directly ahead the heart of the blinding star settled upon the high curved point of Mt. Pauzo.

 

Goku's mountain retreat, Vegeta nodded his head. Slowly the corner of his thin mouth twitched up into a smirk. Perfect. Clamping all the shutters on his ki the Saiyan Prince dropped his speed to a gentle silent hover overhead. Defiantly the star of Goku's ki outshone the galaxy of tiny flickers within Vegeta's perceptions. Soon it eclipsed all doubts of the path he embarked upon. There would be no turning back from this outing.

 

Only the tips of Vegeta's boots barely touched each blade of grass on the forest floor. Silently he glided around the huge trunks of mighty trees stretching their branches overhead. Dancing leaves blocked the shafts of sunlight fortunate enough to hit the forest floor, shifting the spots of light he glided over. His body broke the beams. In his ears the throbbing beat of his pulse drowned out the forest noises. Then a delicious smell wafted up to his nose. Vegeta flared his nostrils at the musk growing ever thicker.

 

He could hear the alto shrill of someone shouting "KYAY!" through the trees. Grinding to a halt Vegeta dove behind the nearest tree. If he peered around it he could look down at the lone figure's single foot still on the ground. Further up his vision traced the tan baggy pants hiding the musculature of the leg attached to the martial arts clad foot. Clearly the other leg was slightly raised with bent knee and toe of his left foot angled down wearing the matching shoe.

 

Vegeta snapped his vision to the cerise tail swishing lazily back and forth, following the appendage to its base merging into a glorious backside. Diverting up the spine of the tail's owner he saw fur the same shade covering gliding muscles. Massive shoulders flared out from the tapered waist in a triangular torso heavily creased with high definition angles. If he reached out to touch the glossy coat would it feel as soft as sable? A light puff of wind gently shifted the fall of spikes cascading to the fighter's shoulders that Vegeta realized was an ebony Saiyan mane. Just by looking at the spikes sticking up on the top of the figure's head Vegeta could tell who it was.

 

Again the red haze crept to the edge of Vegeta's forward view. Accompanied by the quickening of his beating heart, hunger rumbled his innards. Not for food, but for the satiation of that soul deep emptiness not even Bulma could fill.

 

Before him was the other last Full Blooded Saiyan. Totally alone and crackling with full sparkling fury along every particle of his red furry body. Frozen perfectly still Son Goku, Savior of Chikyuu tensed his back muscles so they slightly shifted under the glorious coat Vegeta ached to pet. Only slightly did the figure move before both spread arms and bend the solitary leg he stood upon. This left him wide open to Vegeta's realization.

 

A split second later, Goku shifted his weight and snapped his bent leg down. The other leg flashed up in a mighty kick felling an invisible opponent, punctuated by Goku uttering "KYAY!" Such a sharp shrill tone echoed around the clearing and twisted Vegeta's stomach into anxious eager knots. At the same moment the musk scent filled Vegeta's nostrils to the exclusion of all other olfactory sensations.

 

Automatically Vegeta flew to the attack. Kakkarot with his back turned presented a golden opportunity, and the Saiyan Prince could not stop himself from tackling that muscular waist clad in a blue sash. He wrapped his thick muscular arms around Kakkarot's solid body, using the full momentum of his small muscular frame. Through his spandex costume Vegeta felt the warmth of the glorious Super Saiyan 4 body tensing and twisting.

 

Instead of hurling Vegeta away, Son Goku grunted with the viselike grip of the Prince's arms around his waist, and let himself fly with the Prince's momentum across the clearing. At the last moment Son Goku grabbed Vegeta's arms and twisted them easily away. Undaunted, Vegeta brought his head forwards and slammed it against Son Goku's. Two gold eyes immediately focussed for a microsecond into his dark black ones.

 

"Nice try, Vegeta," spoke the raspy voice causing Vegeta's heart to skip beats. "But you'll hurt yourself if you try that."

 

"Blast you, Kakkarot," Vegeta snapped, as Son Goku leaned back and flipped him over his head. Quickly Vegeta twisted his body out of the flip and slipped his hand into his pocket. That brief moment of contact had done its work, and he could feel the buzzing of the blutz wave emitter through his fingers. He stopped his backward flight, whipping the small generator out and hurling it upwards.

 

Gold eyes followed the progress of Vegeta's throw, arcing gracefully overhead. Suddenly a blinding blue white light overwhelmed Son Goku's vision, ten times as bright as the golden sun. He hissed and clenched sharply pointed canine teeth, temporarily blinded. Dark red eyelids snapped shut and he threw one hand over his face to block out the surging radiation slamming into his body. A loud roar echoed in his ears and a tremendous wind blasted in his face. When his sight returned Son Goku's gold eyes widened in mild surprise at the huge bulk of the golden ape pounding its chest.

 

"A little further, Vegeta," Son Goku whispered, twitching the corners of his lips into a feral smile. At last the Prince was coming out to play. A mighty howl crescendo into a snarl simultaneously as the golden ape shrank like a deflated parade balloon. The smaller shape morphed into a scarlet furred feral whose tail swirled back and forth like his own. Deep blue eyes stared with predatory intensity in the angular face framed by longer mahogany locks.

 

"Sorry to keep you waiting, Kakkarot," the Ascended Prince growled.

 

Goku frowned. Just what was the reason that his own heart skipped beats at the sight of the transformed Prince, he wondered. One of the drawbacks Goku discovered about his new form was the enhanced senses and instincts that went hand in hand with incredible power. In his many battles Son Goku realized he liked feeling the full might of his newfound SS4. Along with that zeal for battle his Saiyan side walked the razor's edge between rationality and the desire to embrace his inner beast. That great ape within ached to take full control, and Son Goku was terrified that he would succumb full. Worse yet, Goku worried that he would not wish to return to his own self once he slid down that slippery slope. Such a descent from reason could result in a beserker rage no one could stop.

 

"So, here we all, both all powered up, Vegeta," Son Goku rasped. He touched his booted feet down only teen paces from where the Prince landed. Wind ruffled the glossy fur a shade or two darker then Goku's own. Vegeta's face creased into a regal scowl, though judging by the power crackling through the Prince's body he was far from unhappy.

 

"Accept my challenge, Kakkarot," Vegeta answered, fixing Son Goku in a sapphire stare. Now it was Goku's turn to flare his nostrils at the rich musk scent. Something about the smell caused Son Goku's body to shiver in strange anticipation. Frowning, the younger Saiyan wondered just why Vegeta was suddenly so eager to fight after so long?