Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Tasting Bliss ❯ Goku's Secrets ( Chapter 8 )

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…" Goku gasped.

 

"Ah ah, Kakkarot. You forget I'm your Prince. And I command you to do my bidding. And that means you cannot move till I say so," Vegeta whispered into Goku's ear. Sharp fangs nipped Goku's ear, then a fold of skin between his neck and shoulder. Goku squirmed, but Vegeta's hands suddenly pinned his wrists.

 

"Vegeta… I can't see a thing," Goku protested.

 

"Don't look, just feel…" Vegeta purred.

 

Super Saiyan Four Vegeta pressed him down with hands on either shoulder. He heard the rustling crackle of sticks just near his shoulder. Vegeta crouched down next to Goku's left hip. Passing his arm under Goku neck he then swung his leg over Goku's hip. Still half blinded, all Goku could do was sense the weight of someone shifting on his pelvis. Slick leather pants rubbed against his baggy ones as before, generating strange friction.

 

"Looks like I'm on top of the situation, Kakkarot," Vegeta chuckled mischievously.

 

Goku let Vegeta reposition his hands on either side of his head. He sniffed ozone generated from tingling ki shackles creeping around either wrist, along with twin rings over his ankles. Something struck him as oddly familiar about this whole predicament. The last time Vegeta had imprisoned Goku in this manner he had backhanded Goku viciously on either cheek hard enough to nearly dislocate his neck from his shoulders.

 

Fortunately this time Vegeta had anything but revenge in mind. Realizing the shift from violence to lasciviousness, Goku inwardly rejoiced. As long as Vegeta focused on sating his sexual urges, the Prince would refrain from destroying the very life he had created on Earth. Just what form that life would take after today was beyond Goku's reckoning. If he closed his eyes tightly he could envision Chichi's angry tight lipped expression staring at him. Only hours after he returned he had sat down at dinner. Goten was off training with Trunks so they where alone.

 

His eyes swam with tears at the bitter memories. Vegeta through the rapport they had forged unwittingly suddenly absorbed the barbs. The Prince had no desire to stop what he next saw from Goku's memories, because he owed it to the third class for his own understanding.

 

With her back to him, Chichi asked, "So care to explain where you were the past few days? Another training mission? Bulma was calling asking if I'd seen you, and Uub…"

 

"We have to talk, Chichi," Goku said seriously. Like the honest soul he was, Goku could not hold the secret inside like Vegeta could. Eventually she would know. As Goku uttered the words, the tray Chichi carried slipped from her hands. Crockery smashed on the floor, scattering the prepared dinner on the newly washed floor. For the first few seconds Chichi stood rooted to one spot, her eyes wide open. Next she twitched spasmodically before threading her fingers in her hair and letting out a cry resembling the one she had uttered so many years ago. Back when she discovered Goku was dead, and Gohan was training with their then sworn enemy Piccolo.

 

 

"How could you? How could you LET him violate you like that, Goku?" Chichi's voice stung sharply in his ears.

 

"I couldn't stop him," Goku answered, gaze slightly averted.

 

It was then that Chichi moved, and quickly. Dishes set out on the table rattled with the force of her fist pounding into it. Goku leapt up from his chair as she ranted, "You're the strongest man in the world, the universe, and you just LET that monster rape you? What kind of a warrior ARE you? You LET him do that?"

 

At the mention of the word 'monster' and 'Vegeta' used in the same sentence, Goku's eyes narrowed. Fear of his wife's sharp tongue-lashing melted away with his own look of anger. He had never liked Chichi calling people names, and often had dissuaded her from bugging Gohan when he could catch her.

 

"Vegeta's NOT a monster Chichi!" Goku shouted back.

 

"Bullshit! He put his filthy hands on you and you just did nothing? Goku!" she continued, poking him in the chest with a sharp index finger. Instantly he regretted not having spoken up more to curb Chichi's verbal harangues. Suddenly she seemed little more then an angry schoolteacher berating a backward student for passing notes or failing to grasp a simple concept.

 

"It wasn't like that, chichi! I didn't fight him because he had no intention of raping me! Kami you think I'd let Vegeta do something horrible to me?"

 

"Then WHY did you do it? Why did you LET him?" Chichi demanded.

 

"And it wasn't rape!" Goku interrupted, straightening up to his full height so he reminded her he was indeed taller then she and not an imbecilic know nothing boy who had tumbled out of the woods just the day before.

 

"Excuse me, when someone forces sex on the unwilling it sure as fuck is RAPE!" Chichi shot back. "are you that stupid that you don't know what…"

 

"I'm NOT stupid, Chichi. I'm sick and TIRED of you rubbing it in my face!" Goku hollered, his face flushed red. All the tension building up for the last few years burst forth in a deluge of angry words. He suddenly resented Chichi for implying that he was less then the warrior he had sacrificed much to be.

This time his finger stabbed the air immediately in her personal space. Chichi backpedaled as if Goku had slapped her in the mouth.

 

"Goku… how… how dare you yell at me like that…" she gasped. Shocked that he had made such a move in all these years she gaped at him. Then after a minute Chichi stammered out, "Then explain to me why you did nothing, Goku!"

 

"Chichi, enough! I know you don't get what happened, and I'm not sure either, but there was a good reason I didn't stop him!" Goku cried.

 

Eyes glistening with tears she shouted, "Then WHAT happened Goku! Answer me why you act like this is remotely all right! That you're not as outraged as I am? I fail to see how this isn't idiocy on your part to justify…"

 

Goku looked her squarely in this eyes and said, "He wanted me, Chichi. He said it was a Saiyan custom."

 

"A Saiyan custom? That's sick… barbaric…" she stammered her lower jaw quivering. For the first time in years Goku saw absolute disgust.

 

"Why, because it was two males having sex?" Goku asked.

 

"I can't believe you are having this conversation with me! I don't care if you fucked a woman, man or an ape! We're married Goku! Does that mean NOTHING?" Chichi brushed tears from her eyes.

 

"I can't justify it Chichi, and I'm sorry," Goku answered. "I know it makes no sense, but it's happened, and I can't change it."

 

She marched up, eyes blazing with near fury that he knew so well. "You bastard! Tell me… why? Why VEGETA?"

 

Goku steeled himself for the sharp stinging slap. Yet he wasn't prepared for a powerful fist cracking into his jaw, snapping his head sideways. Goku stood firm, squeezing his eyes shut and not bothering to look her in the eye. He knew that she could not comprehend. A sinking feeling in his gut told him that there was no going back.

 

"Chichi, I'm sorry," Goku shook his head. Another punch from Chichi landed in his jaw, followed by a swift kick to his gut. Instead of fighting back, Goku simply let himself slide down the wall to sit on his backside. She hit far harder then he could imagine, and Goku could not deny her this opportunity.

 

Dead silence predominated, broken only by the soft heaves of Chichi's sobs. The floor vibrated slightly with the impact of her knees hitting the ground close to him. Through the unexpected pain Goku blinked over at her. Chichi huddled over, face buried in her hands, long black hair spilling from the bun half pinned up. Her whole body heaved in and out with violent gasps ever increasing in volume.

 

"Why didn't you do something?" Chichi whimpered through her hands muffling her voice.

 

"I let you down, and you must hate me now. I wouldn't blame you. But we have to figure out what to do now," Goku answered. He reached a hand out towards her, hoping that he could somehow justify what had happened. That it was part of his Saiyan nature and through no malicious intent. He had only meant to help Vegeta, and his desires had taken over.

 

Chichi lifted her head, eyes glistening with tears. He saw sheer hatred in their dark depths. Every word she spoke through tight lips now, "There's only one thing to do about this, Goku. I can overlook you leaving and wanting to train to save us all. I can even accept you leaving us behind in the afterlife to have me raise two boys on my own because you were worried that you'd be some damn magnet for trouble. But this is the last straw."

 

"Then this is it?" Goku dared whisper.

 

Chichi snapped her head up to his answer. Eyes narrowed to slits she hissed, "You selfish ungrateful bastard… what do you think? I want you out of this house now. I don't want to look at you. Take your things and leave… because I don't know what I'll do if you don't leave now!"

 

"So be it, Chichi," Goku mouthed. Holding his stomach he slowly staggered to his feet. Chichi still knelt on the floor, her hands formed into fists. She could not even look him in the eyes or watch him get up, simply keeping her face turned to the side as he had done only minutes before. Goku moved past her toward the sitting room, and the back bedroom where he kept several changes of clothes. He took only the workout clothing that Kami and King Kai had prepared for him, and a few other personal possessions wrapped in a bundle. Including the Four star ball from the small pillow in one corner of the living room.

 

Through half closed eyes Goku peered up at the vision in scarlet leaning over him. Blue eyes burned with outrage at the shared memory. This time there was no secrecy between the two Saiyans. Vegeta had seen Goku's fallout and Goku ironically regained his sight. The implication was not lost on Goku, for he blinked towards the Prince with saddened black eyes.

 

"Now you know," Goku whispered. Strong fingers sheathed in gloves slipped between Goku's shirt and his bare chest. Purple gloved hands then massaged Goku lightly before working down towards his chest. Goku smelled the crackle of ki, then felt the warmth of it connecting through Vegeta's hands. Slowly Vegeta massaged Goku's chest to his washboard abs, then scooted back to untie the sash belting Goku's karate gi.

 

"She was not worthy of you, Kakkarot," Vegeta answered simply.

 

"Vegeta… she… she deserved better," Goku moaned. Something compelled him to simply lay back and allow Vegeta to have his way. Especially since Vegeta's ki charged hands were performing such delicious ministrations on each inch of his now bared skin.

 

"Hush, Kakkarot. Did she in any of the time treat you like the warrior and rival I saw you for?" Vegeta asked sharply.

 

"No," Goku admitted, loving the way Vegeta's gloved hands tugged at his shirt and tore it away. Chichi had made that blue shirt for him, and he wasn't sad to hear the ripping of cloth that shot backwards over Vegeta's left furry shoulder. It caught on the tree nearby. Slowly Vegeta's hands walked down the sides of Goku's thighs, taking his pants with them. Forced to raise his hips slightly, Goku shivered at the blast of cold air on his now bare legs and midriff. Nothing remained between him and the Prince, whose red tail swayed back and forth like a cat ready to pounce.

 

"All the years I trained, hating you because you always surpassed me, Kakkarot," Vegeta said. Goku opened his mouth to protest, only to have Vegeta's two fingers of his left hand shush him. "I'm not finished. All those years I saw you as a warrior and fighter I had to train my utmost to defeat and prove myself. Never once did I see you as less then a rival. Though I called you clown and third class freak and any manner of other names, that did not diminish my grudging respect and disgust for the talents you had that I should have been granted by my Royal Blood."

 

"So… you're saying that even though you hated my guts till recently, you still respected me more then Chichi did? Is that what… you mean, Vegeta?" Goku asked. Vegeta nodded slowly, his sable hair spilling over his shoulders.

 

"You're not quite the fool that I take you for, Kakkarot," Vegeta answered. Slowly he ground his tight leather pants over Goku's crotch, making him shiver with delight. Straining against the shimmering ki shackles, Goku almost bucked the prince off with the snap of his hips upward.

 

"V… Vegeta…" Goku stammered.

 

Vegeta cut off his protests with another solid firm lip press. Stretching out atop Goku he slid his arms under the larger Third Class Saiyan beneath him, bucking his hips into Goku's growing arousal. That familiar hunger twisted Goku's stomach, sending shivers to his groin and his bare skin that begged for Vegeta's touch to sooth it. Kneeling between Goku's legs, Vegeta quickly freed himself from the confines of his leather pants. Goku knew there was little foreplay this time, but wondered how Vegeta could reach him from this angle.

 

"Prepare yourself Kakkarot," Vegeta whispered, sliding his hands under Goku's buttocks and squeezing them. His hot hard length brushed along Goku's inner thigh, and then against Goku's own erection jutting upwards.

 

"Now… here?" Goku hissed through gritted teeth.

 

"Now," Vegeta answered. Nipping the tip of one finger he tugged off his glove and threw it aside. Then he pressed his middle finger of the other gloved hand before Goku, who bit down and tugged back. Now barehanded, Vegeta slipped index and middle finger into Goku's opening. Pain filled Goku's face, and he could not stop from thrashing his head to the side.

 

Vegeta pulled his fingers out. Goku bit his tongue to stop his protests. He ached for completion, but the size of Vegeta's desire made him almost clench his legs together had they not been bound. Yet Vegeta's fingers pumped in and out, then Vegeta reached for something to his side that Goku had not seen before. Some of the oil that Goku had used to cook their food dripped from Vegeta's removed index and middle finger. Again he dipped his hand to the container at his side, and wrapped his furry tail around Goku's waist to raise his hips.

 

"Kakkarot, look me in the eyes," Vegeta purred. "Focus only on me."

 

"Yes…" Goku nodded.

 

"Do you want this… do you want your Prince?" Vegeta whispered. Goku nodded, shivering with Vegeta kneeling there. Sapphire eyes glittered with Vegeta's hunger, unequaled by all the times that Goku had taken Chichi into his arms. Someone wanted him with the unbridled fury that Gohan had desired for Videl. Goku's heart had ached when he saw his son and daughter in law that day at the Tenkaichi budokai. Gohan and Videl had fallen in love, while he and Chichi had made an ancient promise. Granted he had grown to have great affection for his wife, but never an all consuming hunger for someone to complete him as Vegeta offered now.

 

"Y… yes my prince, I want you," Goku whispered, knowing the words that Vegeta wished him to utter. Giving him a fanged grin, Vegeta slipped his two fingers into Goku's opening, then added a third. IN and out he stretched the muscles unaccustomed to such activity, enjoying Goku's tortured moans. Never had Goku felt so good and so nervous as now.

 

Vegeta then removed his fingers and shifted forwards. Goku raised his hips, straining against the ki bonds while Vegeta's tail tickled his bare waist. From the length of Vegeta's proportions he realized that reaching him from this angle would not be an issue. Vegeta rubbed the length of his erect cock with the cooking oil, then touched his tip to Goku's opening. Goku nodded, his eyes firmly locked into those of his Prince.

 

As Vegeta thrust inside, Goku cried his name. His eyes squeezed shut for a moment, then opened to see the Prince concentrating hard. Such intensity of purpose caught at Goku's pounding heart. Vegeta truly wanted him, and only him this moment. Dominated by the Saiyan Prince he shifted his hips to duplicate the slow thrusts Vegeta pumped into him with. Was this how it should have been all along? How Gohan had described Videl's soft cries when they had made love?

 

Pushing thoughts of his son from his mind, Goku focussed on taking all the Prince had to offer, and giving of himself in return. Vegeta grunted with shock when Goku's arms shot up and grabbed his hips to squeezed and rub them. Bracing himself on his forearms Goku then parted his legs and angled himself up so Vegeta could reach him. Together they moved, swept up in the all consuming passion for a time.

 

For an hour they made love, then Vegeta rolled over. Sweeping up Goku into his arms the transformed Prince carried him carefully towards the small pagoda. Goku let him, clinging to Vegeta's muscular arm and swooning with the pleasure he felt singing through his body and soul. Onto the futon Vegeta lay him, and then peeled off the rest of his clothes. Then they resumed what they had started, letting their names cry from one another's lips.