Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Tasting Bliss ❯ Battle for Release ( Chapter 2 )

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.

 

Battle for Release

 

"Vegeta, what's up?" Son Goku asked, slanting gold eyes surrounded by angled red outlines.

 

Vegeta's own cobalt gaze held his own, bottomless and hungry. Two tails, one cerise and one scarlet curled and unfurled back and forth behind each furred figure. Vegeta's hard muscled legs seemed poured into the tight glossy skin of his pants. Lavender gloves sheathed either hand, matching the boots reminiscent of his princely ones.

 

"Enough small talk. Let's go, clown," Vegeta said, with almost a note of fondness in his growl.

 

Shaking his head Son Goku watched the Prince stand with both legs spread out at the width of his shoulder, and his hands positioned in the fighting stance. Struck with the familiarity of their first fight, Son Goku shivered in anticipation of the match to come. If Goku happened to look up he noticed the blinding shaft of light was now a small sphere hovering high overhead. He suspected Bulma had something to do with Vegeta's recent ascension. Not that he was complaining now, forming the opposite parenthesis to the space Vegeta formed from him. Slowly they circled, the dance beginning with the locking of amber to cobalt stares.

 

Irises dilated watching the tensing of Vegeta's muscles beneath their velvety blood colored pelt. Son Goku briefly entertained the though of running his fingers through it to see if the nap was equal to his own fur coat. Now Goku felt his spine twitching with the ever increasing sway of his tail in wider arcs. Oddly enough he could see Vegeta's maroon red tail whipping back and forth. With knees slightly bent, Vegeta partly squatted, tightening the leather fabric over his crotch and thighs. Goku felt his own loose pants suddenly too confining and marveled at the dichotomy. Distracted he didn't react till a split second later to Vegeta's powerful lunge.

 

Goku snapped his neck backwards, then raise his knee to block Vegeta's kick. Baggy pants whispered against glossy leather, a contrast of loose and relaxed versus tight and strict. Veritable opposites of one another, they were still mirror images of a strange whole. Back and forth the punches landed with the crack of muscle to bone. Neither seemed to gain the upper hand, yet both knew they loved the dance. It was a game to the fiercely grinning Son Goku, and a contest to the glowering Prince.

 

Purple gloved fingers interlaced with Goku's bare ones. With a grunt Vegeta levered up his slightly shorter and compact body to shove against the taller ss4. Why did neither of them resort to fancy energy blasts, Son Goku wondered. Only an arm's length from the relentless cobalt stare, Son Goku's world narrowed to the immediate front of a powerful spicy tang stinging his nose and palate.

 

So close did Vegeta's face approach his in their push of war that he felt the hot blast of the Prince's hissing exhale against his cheek. It left a burning trace that spread a wave of molten heat over Goku from head to toe. Neither wanted to break the pushing of palm to palm and body to body as Vegeta levered hard and grunted with regal angled featured twisted in a grimace.

 

"I'm… a lot stronger then before, but you're pretty tough, Vegeta," Goku panted.

 

"Yield… Kakkarot. I'm not a pushover!" Vegeta snarled through sharp fangs.

 

"Then let's stop the warm-up and get on with it," Son Goku growled back. Suddenly Vegeta felt something twisting around his left booted ankle. It yanked forwards, allowing Goku to regain his leverage and push their interlocked hands upwards. Leaning back like a reed in the wind Vegeta snorted.

 

"Dirty trick, Kakkarot," Vegeta grunted, then swept his leg out.

 

A leather clad thigh tangled with Goku's baggy training pant clad leg. The world twisted sideways and over for Son Goku. Flat on his back he landed, knocking breath from him with the collision of Vegeta's knee into the pit of his stomach. Then Vegeta shackled Goku's wrists with his gloved hands, snickering in triumph.

 

"Uh uh, not so easy, Prince," Son Goku snickered. Mischievously his gold eyes glinted, and his nose scrunched a bit. He twisted his one wrist out of Vegeta's hold to shove against Vegeta's angled chin.

 

As soon as Goku's palm touched his face, Vegeta felt the hot tide consume his body in its wake. Instead of shoving back Vegeta shifted his body so he straddled Son Goku's hips, then twisted his head around to bring his lips against Goku's bare palm.

 

Expecting an attack, Son Goku grunted at the soft brush of something in the center of his right hand. In shock he drew his hand back, then felt the forward push of Vegeta's hand enfolding his neck. Son Goku blinked, then brought the now freed hand towards Vegeta's face once more. He couldn't stop the prickly feeling his skin itched under the thick coat of fur. Nor could he stop the twisting in his gut that resembled a great empty hunger that needed filling. It wasn't nausea, it was a need as base as the desire to fight and conquer. Something told him that he didn't want to be dominated, when he could easily tip the scales against his foe. At the edge of his vision a red haze crept relentlessly, his senses screaming danger. Just why he was suddenly afraid Goku had no idea. Yet the primal growl of his beast side tugged at him, and he panicked.

 

"Take THIS!" Son Goku growled, bringing his hand back. His fingers glowed with crackling ki. The next moment a bright flash of energy flung the Prince off his quarry. Angrily he tumbled head over boots.

 

"You want to play rough, Kakkarot?" Vegeta snarled. He spanned his arms wide, balling his lavender gloved hands into fists while his legs parted the diameter of his shoulder span. Twin balls of blue ki flickered to life, shimmering green. Ki rose exponentially, the world seeming to quiver at the gathering energies swirling around the prince.

 

"Now THAT's new. That wouldn't be a big bang would it?" Son Goku asked. He cupped his hands at his hips.

 

"Behold a NEW move, Kakkarot. Try THIS!" Vegeta laughed harshly. Now the gathering aura had shifted from sapphire to bright emerald, surprising the other Saiyan hovering at greater distance.

 

"Oh yeah?" Son Goku challenged, relieved suddenly to see the Prince's new twist. Something in Vegeta's mischievous smirk smacked of innovation, and he was eager for the result. Still he cupped his hands to the side, drawing his energy towards his own body. Fur ruffled and stood on end with red glowing pulses of his enhanced ss4 ki.

 

"Ka me… ha…"

 

"Final…" Vegeta rumbled, bringing both arms suddenly together.

 

Simultaneously son Goku twisted his body and arms forward, "Me…"

 

"SHINE!" Vegeta answered, thrusting his hands forward. A huge cone of coruscating force shot from his palms towards Son Goku.

 

"HA… times TEN!" Son Goku roared. The normally sapphire beam of his signature move blazed gold and red, surging at the eruption of emerald fury unleashed by Vegeta. Wind slashed at them both and the air sizzled with the unleashing of two beams colliding.

 

"Still using that old move, clown? Can't you think of anything new?" Vegeta gritted, baring his fangs.

 

More power surged from the core of his being, his desire to subjugate and dominate eclipsing his hunger. Once Kakkarot was conquered, he would then demand what was his by royal birthright. Kakkarot dare not refuse his request if he was at Vegeta's mercy. For a mere second the beams thrust at one another. At the last possible moment Son Goku held back, remembering the forest around them which would take a brutal beating. Carelessly he glanced away from the push of war, only to feel the thrust of Vegeta's Final Shine head on. His own beam faltered, and the force of the blast slammed into him with tsunami force.

 

"Shit," Son Goku cursed, smashing back towards the line of trees. He crashed hard into soil, spraying a cloud of debris after he collided with the unyielding earth.

 

Cackling triumphantly from overhead, Vegeta rocketed down towards his vanquished quarry. Blue eyes gleamed with the thrill of the hunt, focussing on the huge trail of broken trees preceding Goku's path to demise. Son Goku snapped his head up, pushing his body up from the soil encasing himself at a depth of six inches. An instant later four small rings crackled from Vegeta's gloved palm held with the face forward.

 

"OH no, not THAT again," Son Goku said, touching fingers to his forehead.

 

Vegeta cursed at the rapid snatch of instant transmission, then sensed the hot breath of his foe on the back of his neck. Red furry arms twisted and imprisoned Vegeta from behind.

 

"Just what I thought you'd do," Vegeta cackled. A red tail snaked around Goku's legs, and the Prince relaxed his body instead of fighting Goku's hold.

 

"What the hell brought this on?" Son Goku wondered. He relaxed his grip only to find the Prince jerked his body sharply forwards. Son Goku flipped over and then their positions were reversed.

 

Instantly the Prince pounced on the levitating ss4, locking his own arms around Goku's furry muscular torso. Both muscular legs twined around Son Goku's thighs while his tail imprisoned Son Goku's calves. A mere inch from Son Goku's shocked face the Prince grinned devilishly at him.

 

Amber irises dilated in the widening angular eyes blinking at the hungry sapphire blue stare. Every tension of Vegeta's muscles Goku felt. Cerise fur rubbed against soft velvety crimson, as the Prince tightened his deathly embrace. Son Goku realized to his amusement and surprise that Vegeta held him in an almost unbreakable death grip.

 

"You've got me. Pretty good."

 

"Yield Kakkarot. You're mine now," Vegeta crowed in triumph. A low growl vibrated from deep within Vegeta's furred torso.

 

Strangely it resembled a purr, rumbling into Goku's body and tingling his body with sharp pricks of silver sparks along every nerve. Panic filled the super Saiyan four nature of Son Goku, unable to anticipate what to do next when the Prince shifted his legs up and wrapped them around Goku's pelvis, imprisoning his legs with that strong tail of his.

 

"What… Vegeta…" Son Goku growled. Something hard brushed against the front of Goku's loose pants, encased in leather. Hot pulsing blood rushed in Goku's ears, his nose burning with the spicy tang of musk. Simultaneously Vegeta rocked his hips so the hard bulge in his pants brushed against Goku's.

 

"I've waited a long time for this, Kakkarot. I've finally got you where I want you," Vegeta leered, bringing his nose a mere inch from Son Goku's.

 

"Damn… I have to say… you've won fair and square. But what the hell are you doing?" Son Goku panted. Almost in time with the motion of Vegeta's hips were the pulses of his hot breath hitting Goku's confused face. The death grip squeezed his ribcage and knees, as Vegeta rapidly brought his face forwards. Anticipating a blow Son Goku jerked his chin forwards and slammed his forehead into Vegeta's.

 

"Dammit Kakkarot!" A low snarl escaped the Prince's throat and he twisted his face to the side, attacking the other's lips with his own.

 

The cry of surprise turned into a yelp, swallowed by the relentless force of Vegeta's mouth sealing his off. Son Goku felt sharp teeth nipping his lips and the twisting of powerful fingers to seize the base of his neck while the other gloved hand kneaded hard at his muscled furry back. For a full moment Goku froze in confusion, letting the Prince's tongue thrust past his lips and probe the hot recesses of his numb mouth. His entire body shuddered with the silvery shivers of tingling sexual energy snapping along every nerve ending. Suddenly he found himself gripping Vegeta hard, his own body aching for the feel of the sudden sensual assault of lips and tongue.

 

"Vegeta… the ss4… there's no telling what either of us will do. You're losing control," he gasped great heaving breaths once the kiss broke.

 

"Surely you're not THAT dense, clown," Vegeta purred, his nose brushing against Son Goku's.

 

Speechless ss4 Goku panted through harsh soft grunts. "This is crazy…"

 

"No it feels right! Don't you see, Kakkarot, you desire this as much as I?" Vegeta rasped.