Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Tasting Bliss ❯ You Won't Fall ( Chapter 6 )

Bittersweet

 

Sequel to Tasting Bliss

 

Contains Male/Male pairings. Don't read if you don't like yaoi or shonen ai! Vegeta Seme/Goku Uke.

 

Disclaimer: I don't own Vegeta, Goku or Dragon Ball Z. Akira Toriyama created the manga/anime, and it is owned/licensed by Shonen Jump and Toei Animation Co. Ltd. This is a fan fiction, and means no harm.

 

 

 

Vegeta's images pixilated through Goku's mind. Every raw emotion coursed through with the tide, till Goku felt his own throat tighten. Anger swelled towards someone whom he thought he'd known. Never in his life had Goku felt such intensity of negative emotions towards Bulma or Yamcha. Two people he had known his whole life had suddenly betrayed him indirectly.

 

By betraying the one who clung to him now. The squirming body of Vegeta in Goku's arms brought him out of the mind lock along with a stone gate slamming shut. A mental boot ejected Goku mentally from Vegeta's mind with the force of a piledriver. Something slammed in Goku's gut, knocking the wind from him as he shot backwards. Then sharply something collided with the base of his skull. If not for his hard head Son Goku would have cracked his noggin open.

 

"Vegeta," Goku murmured, blinking up through the roman candles twinkling around his eyes. He couldn't blame Vegeta for punching him. After all the Prince's emotions were raw and ragged with pain. Son Goku felt fear arise in the pit of his stomach. Only a few times before had Vegeta been so furious. Now would he revert to the heartless puppet of his dark side once more?

 

Energy flared. Blinking between his arched knees Goku realized his head was ringing like a gong. Around him rose the dust of rocks, and he squinted forwards to see where he had landed. Only the shadows of leaves rustled overhead, and he discerned a long ditch stretching for three hundred yards from his backside into a broken hole in the forest canopy.

 

"Dammit," Son Goku cursed, sitting up and rubbing his head. It hadn't hurt as badly as the shock of Vegeta forcing him out. It was a mental bitch slap that stung him. All he wanted to do was help, and yet again Vegeta pushed him away.

 

Around him the forest pulsed with waves of ki. Goku's tendrils shot out like sonar and bounced back with blinding force. Vegeta's ki was skyrocketing exponentially, confirming Goku's worst fear. Now his headache was gone, and Goku launched himself forward in the direction of Vegeta's ki supernova. He had to get to the Prince before rage overcame him. Goku's instincts told him that Vegeta's sanity teetered on the brink between reason and rage. In only a few days Vegeta's cozy life on earth had been wrecked by a series of revelations. Goku's own problems paled in comparison. For the sake of Earth he had to stop Vegeta.

 

Wait, was that the only reason, Goku asked himself. No, it was to help Vegeta AND earth. Because he cared so much it hurt. Something inside him had awakened, a passion far greater then anything he had felt for Chichi, food, or fighting. That great emptiness in the pit of Vegeta's soul ached and tugged at his heartstrings in a way Goku could barely stand. Vegeta needed him.

 

"I'm your friend if you like it or not, Vegeta," Goku mumbled. He shot forwards the way he had come, then rocketed over the trees. Far overhead a pulsing aura blinded him. Head thrown back and back arched, Vegeta howled into the morning skies like a man loosing his soul. Snapping back, Vegeta then snarled, throwing a series of blasts forwards. Goku gritted his teeth and shot forwards to try and intercept the blasts.

 

Blue lightening crackled over Vegeta's form, and he roared again with rage. Around him the energy pulsed and dust blasted out from the strange crater that formed below him. Son Goku felt fear and joy that Vegeta so easily shot into the second level of Super Saiyan. Quickly Goku spanned his own arms and summoned his own vast reserves. He thrust his body into the excited state of vibration energy far above his ground state. Like an electron shot up to an unstable orbit Son Goku exuded his own light like the resulting photon from a photoelectric effect. Two Super Saiyan level twos cast their own radiance over the hillsides of Goku's childhood home. When the two superstars auras brushed, Vegeta spun around. Son Goku zipped in and out, blocking the blasts with his own body or hands.

 

"Damn you, leave me be!" Vegeta snarled. "How DARE you!"

 

"Vegeta, listen, you have to stop! You'll blow everything up!"

 

"I don't care, dammit!" Vegeta roared back. His hair stood on end, seeming to defy gravity even more as his muscles grew in density. The same look radiated in cold teal eyes training on Son Goku. For the younger Saiyan it was like looking in a funhouse mirror; Vegeta's face twisted with rage and anger as he hurled blasts towards Goku. Easily Goku deflected them, and then zipped directly in front of Vegeta.

 

"Don't do this. Talk to me!" Goku said.

 

"Talk is for weaklings! Stay AWAY!" Vegeta thundered. Point blank a ki blast exploded in Goku's face, followed by two sharp punches right into his gut. Son Goku spun backwards, hardly hurt, but aware that Vegeta was serious.

 

"All right, if that's how you want it," Son Goku shook his head sadly. Fighting was the only language Vegeta could understand in this state, and he aimed to say volumes himself. Judging from the maniacal look in Vegeta's face, Son Goku knew Vegeta was in the same mindset as when he gave his will and soul to Babidy. Minus the M on his brow of course, Vegeta still blistered with raw energy bursting to explode from his body.

 

"It's almost like he's trying to be ss3," Son Goku realized, seeing the lightening crackling brightly around Vegeta's form. While he would enjoy sparring, he realized that Vegeta had to be taken down if he were to reason with him. Especially since Vegeta spanned his arms wide, gathering twin blue orbs of devastating energy to their full intensity. Son Goku spanned his own arms wide, placing himself between the powering Vegeta and the place he called home.

 

"I can't let you do this Vegeta. Please stop! I don't' want to HURT you!" Son Goku shouted.

 

"Shut up!" Vegeta shouted. "You always ruin everything, you third class bastard! What in HELL are you trying to prove!"

 

"Stop it!" Son Goku shouted. His voice exploded into a loud scream, his own body crackling with identical blue lightening. Vegeta's energy spiked, as he brought both hands together. Time slowed for Goku, whose cry echoed over every mountain with the surging of his own energies to the next level. Something stopped him from calling on the ultimate form. Instead of the whirlwind of hurricane force, Vegeta beheld a taller form with long gold locks cascading down his back. Emerald irises circled dark pupils trained under a furrowed brow. Something about the golden mane reminded him of Raditz, and in that moment Vegeta felt his heart wincing. How dare Son Goku choose the form that accessed private memories! It was deliberate!

 

"You shy away from your true form with this insult, you clown?" Vegeta laughed. The twin orbs heralding his ultimate attack faded as Son Goku hoped they would from the momentary distraction he provided. Vegeta hardly cared because he fixed his full attention on the third excited state of Goku's being bursting with energy before him.

 

Each muscle blistered to an inflated parody of their former self as Son Goku's deeper voice echoed in Vegeta's mind: "I can't let you do this, Vegeta. I won't let you destroy the only home I've known. Not even for you will I let that happen. Stop now before I hurt you. And hurting you is the last thing I want."

 

"I have no need for petty emotions. I am the Saiyan Prince, and I answer to no one! I HAVE no need for…"

 

Son Goku suddenly vanished, and then Vegeta felt arms locking around his from behind. He gritted his teeth and violently thrashed against the twin bands of titanium wrapping around his shoulders. The more Vegeta struggled the more tightly Son Goku pinioned him high above Earth. "Vegeta, that's BULLSHIT!" Goku gritted, lips near his ear.

 

"Let me GO, Kakkarot!" Vegeta raged.

 

"No," Son Goku rasped. Vegeta's fingers crept into the pocket of his pants, reaching for something. Yet Son Goku jerked his body forwards, causing the portable Blutz wave emitter to plummet into the woods below. Vegeta snarled, jerking his body forwards as his own rage exploded. Son Goku flipped head over heels to see Vegeta's own hair grow to shoulder length through the white hot aura now erupting over every inch of his skin. Now as he righted himself and closed the gap between them, Son Goku blinked into a pair of emerald eyes shadowed by a hairless brow.

 

"You… how dare you! How DARE you do this to me!" Vegeta ranted, pointing a gloved finger at him. Energy glowed at its tip, generating a long beam. Goku raised his hand, deflecting it away so it angled up into space.

 

"Vegeta, look at yourself, you're a Super Saiyan three!" Goku shouted. "You've finally done it!"

 

"Don't try to patronize me with your words, fool! The time for talk is done! They will answer for the insult to my pride!" Vegeta growled, voice crackling with the newfound power. A small cruel smile crept over his face, ringing another dangerous bell in Goku's memory.

 

"Who, Vegeta?" Son Goku asked, materializing before the Prince.

 

"Who else!" Vegeta laughed sharply. He locked arms with his erstwhile foe, but Goku's form was swept away in an elemental whirlwind. Vegeta soon found his hands clutched around furry arms, and the frowning face of a Super Saiyan Four regarding him angrily.

 

"Tell me," Son Goku demanded, his voice tinged with a snarl. Long fangs gleamed in his lips, his eyes alight with a feral nature Vegeta welcomed. Finally Son Goku showed his true nature.

 

"Now you don't deny me seeing your true power, Kakkarot. But not even you can stop me from exacting my revenge," Vegeta whispered.

 

"Vegeta, destroying things won't help you," Son Goku gritted. Twisting his arms he broke the twin hold of Vegeta's gloved hands. In a flash Vegeta was gripped tightly to Goku's furry body in a bear hug nearly cracking his ribs.

 

"Kakkarot, you'll regret this!" Vegeta roared in his ear.

 

"I said I wouldn't let you go. Do you want to beat the shit out of everything around you? You're better then that!" Goku shouted.

 

"I won't listen!"

 

"You will if I have to pound it into you, Vegeta," Son Goku snarled. His hug tightened on Vegeta, clinging with all his strength to the raging Prince. Goku wrapped his legs around Vegeta's waist, squeezing firmly. Nothing Vegeta could do would shake him loose. The warmth of Goku's body mingled with the rich spicy musk of his unique scent. Vegeta's nose twitched, his body quickly responding to the proximity of the familiarity.

 

"Vegeta please," Goku whispered. "Don't do this. I can't let you destroy yourself. Not now. I don't want you to end up like you were before… when you lost everything…"

 

"What are you babbling about," Vegeta rasped. Momentarily all thoughts of exacting revenge whipped away with the surging of his hunger for Son Goku. Desire surged through the anger, enflaming his lust to epic proportions. Son Goku was no idiot now, he knew that becoming Super Saiyan four would have such an effect. Curse him for knowing the Prince so well!

 

"I won't let you throw it all away. It isn't worth it! You're worth far more then letting yourself loose all you've worked a lifetime to gain. Don't you see there's a better way! Let me help you! Don't shut me out!" Son Goku's rough voice almost pleaded.

 

"True Saiyans don't show such weakness. How dare you belittle me with your pity, I won't have it!"

 

"Tough shit, because you've GOT it," Goku growled. The vibration rumbled both their bodies, and Son Goku brought his head back out of the hollow of Vegeta's shoulder. Red energy mingled with blinding hot white, and Son Goku held the Prince at arm's length. Touching his nose to Vegeta's he breathed deeply of the Prince's scent.

 

"Damn you for what you're making me feel," Vegeta hissed.

 

"I won't let you do this. And I won't leave you alone till you talk to me. Whether it's beating the hell out of me or talking, you've got no other choice this time," Son Goku whispered. Vegeta's heart stopped at the imploring look in the golden eyes inches from his own. Those eyes drew him slowly in, mesmerizing.

 

"I can't lower myself, you know that!" Vegeta spat.

 

"For once in your life stop it!" Goku growled. Angrily he squeezed Vegeta's body.

 

"Damn you, Kakkarot," Vegeta panted. Angrily he leaned forwards and silenced Son Goku with a hard kiss. Purring, Son Goku twisted his head to the side and opened his mouth to the Prince's questing tongue. Their tastes mingled together, breaths shared in the space of their intimate kiss. Sobbing with rage Vegeta let all his raw emotion pour through the press of lips and the pinching squeezes of his hand on invincible flesh. Goku plunged his hand into Vegeta's shoulder length hair and rubbed his scalp. Angrily Vegeta beat on Goku's chest while their kiss continued.

 

"Vegeta, don't shut me out. Let me help you, please," Goku's voice echoed in his head.

 

"You can't save me Kakkarot. I don't want a goddamn fucking hero to redeem me! I like how I am!" Vegeta's own thoughts echoed back.

 

Pulling his face away, Son Goku let out a long pulse of air. Still he wrapped himself around the transformed Prince, his pelvis inches from Vegeta's. He whispered, each word pulsing breath against Vegeta's inflamed cheeks, "Too bad. Because I will save you. This time you won't get away from me, Vegeta. I've got you and you won't fall. I won't let you."

 

"How, by being my fucking friend?" Vegeta spat in his face.

 

"I don't understand what this… this… is," Goku panted, wiping off his face with the back of one hand. Still the other pulled Vegeta's torso to his. The Prince squeezed Goku's shoulders tightly with his own powerful fingers.

 

"This… this is your true nature. I… I've chosen you, Kakkarot. To satisfy a lust. You're a fuck, nothing more," Vegeta said. to his string of harsh words, Goku smirked with an expression that mirrored Raditz. It brought Vegeta up short.

 

"So what? You think you can just cuss at me and say nasty things, please Vegeta," Goku cackled. "That trick won't work. I'll hold onto you until you listen you know."

 

"You can't hold onto me forever, clown," Vegeta answered.

 

"I can try. Face it Vegeta, I'm more powerful then you are,"

 

"You dare say that now?" Vegeta started to fume, squirming and pushing away. But Goku held tightly and drew Vegeta towards him in another hug. Tightly he embraced the Prince, enduring the curses and violent swears while Vegeta beat his fists against his body. Energy surged hot, as the Prince tried to dislodge him but Goku held firmly.

 

"But it doesn't have to BE that way. I don't want you to always be second best," Goku whispered. "You turned Super Saiyan three by yourself. And you can become like I am now and maybe even surpass me!"

 

"how dare you tease me with such words," Vegeta trembled with rage. Son Goku nipped his nose and Vegeta shivered with lust to see the grim stare Goku gave him.

 

"I've never been more serious. I mean it Vegeta. No games," Son Goku whispered. "You won't need Bulma's toy to change when I'm done."

 

AT that second Vegeta flinched. He stiffened in Goku's embrace, causing the Super Saiyan four to release him. A wall slammed down over Vegeta's rage, giving way to glacial calm. Suddenly the energies dropped and Vegeta's hair flushed back. His body shrank and Goku hovered before him.

 

"You have no right to do that, Kakkarot," Vegeta answered coldly. Levitating silently he turned his back to Goku. Yet Son Goku shook his head and crossed his furry arms across his broad chest.

 

"Maybe not, but do you have a right to shut me out? You started this Vegeta. And I want answers. We both deserve it," said Son Goku.

 

"We, Kakkarot? So you acknowledge that you know what happened between us?" Vegeta sniffed. Only slightly did he peer over one shoulder at Goku.

 

"Wow that's a change from 'I'm just a fuck'?" Goku sniffed. "So you DO like me, don't you?"

 

"Don't give me that look, idiot! I meant nothing by it!" Vegeta spluttered. His face flushed crimson like his fur in Super Saiyan four. Fists clenched and unclenched while he quaked with another wave of anger and embarrassment. Suddenly two furry arms embraced him from behind. Against his neck soft kisses and nips worked a path to one bare shoulder. Tightly and affectionately Son Goku glommed onto his lover's back and laughed.

 

"Vegeta, nobody's around to see or hear. I know your pride and all," Son Goku whispered.

 

"You are infuriating. Why I'm even here listening to you I'll shoot myself for admitting," Vegeta cursed.

 

Incredulously Vegeta watched the pleading expression cross his rival's face. It floored him to see a mighty Legendary attempting to give him puppy dog eyes with folded hands. Son Goku's voice plaintively pleaded, "So why don't we stop all this posturing stuff and eat, huh? I'll even STAY like this if you want. Please, just talk to me. I know it's not your thing, but c'mon…"

 

"Always thinking with your fucking stomach," Vegeta mumbled, blood pulsing through his cheeks. Shame and embarrassment washed away everything else. Only the warmth of Goku's soft neck bites brought him back to reality and the jolting realization that someone had not pushed him away. Rather then abandon him when seeing his true nature, Goku had held even more tightly to the Prince.

 

"Fine, whatever," Vegeta muttered. Goku released him and then Vegeta exhaled deeply.

 

"Relax Vegeta, talking's not so bad, you'll see," Son Goku chuckled. Another emotion and expression crossed Goku's face that should never be seen on such a powerful creature's countenance: amusement and fondness. Kakkarot was fond of him, Vegeta realized. A warmth spread from head to toe through the Prince's cold heart. Shoulders sagging he let his body drop. To his left Son Goku appeared, wrapping his arm around Vegeta's waist.

 

"Anything to get you to shut up," Vegeta feebly coughed.

 

"So shall we?" Goku asked. He had not dropped his transformation to Vegeta's shock.