Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Tasting Bliss ❯ Prying Eyes ( Chapter 10 )

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.

 

 

"You could say it all started with that ball," Goku had related, his version of 'once upon a time'.

 

Somewhere between the time that Goku commenced his narrative and the present moment the Third Class had passed the Four Star over to Vegeta. Presented with a visual aid the Prince was inwardly stunned Goku would so readily hand over his most prized possession second to that red pole leaning up against the wall.

 

"Far different from the Woman's tale," Vegeta grunted, clutching the orange sphere in his palm. Mirrored in its surface the Saiyan Prince blinked in shock at his own appearance. Azure eyes contrasting to the balls' orange color set in the angular face of a Super Saiyan 4, framed by long mahogany locks.

 

"Bulma didn't tell me why she wanted them. I mean she DID but I didn't quite get it," Goku admitted. Purple gloved hands cradled the four star, and Vegeta snapped his attention back to the cheerful smiling face of his companion.

 

"For the 'perfect' man," Vegeta snickered harshly. "I wonder even now if she had made that wish, if I would have materialized or not?"

 

"I can't answer that, Vegeta," Goku responded, face growing serious. "But in a way she did get what she wanted; the perfect boyfriend Yamcha… oops sorry."

 

"No offense taken, Kakkarot. Perhaps fate's laughing its ass off at me right now, being reminded that her thoughts always shift back to that… weakling," Vegeta murmured. Goku watched Vegeta's crimson tail swish back and forth behind him, then curl around his waist partly. It was a reflex from all the times before that he had possessed a tail. Still Goku had not questioned why Vegeta did not turn back to his base form after all this time. Instead Goku accepted things at face value, surprising Vegeta with his absence of such a query.

 

"He wasn't so weak when I first fought him in the desert. Whew, that Wolf's fang fist bashed me into the side of a rock pretty hard. But I showed him once I had some food in my stomach just how I could take what I dished out," Goku answered.

 

"And your point to this tale, which I've heard from the Woman many times is what, precisely, Kakkarot?"

 

"Getting you to see why all this is so important to me, Vegeta," Goku pouted. "You promised to listen… I thought that meant you'd hear me out."

 

"Fine, continue," Vegeta relented. Regardless of the fact Bulma had often related tales of her original adventures it was intriguing to hear Goku's take on it.

 

"You had no idea what the Dragon Ball really was?" Vegeta questioned.

 

"I thought my Grandfather's spirit lived in it. Bulma didn't bother to tell me after it was used it'd fly away for a whole year," Goku recalled.

 

"Dirty trick on her part. But I'd expect nothing less from her. Even then she used you for her own purposes," Vegeta laughed.

 

"She DID promise me adventures and that did happen. Besides I wouldn't have gotten Kinto Un if I didn't go on that first adventure. I'd probably still be running around the forest, with no clue of the outside world?"

 

"Oh really? Perhaps you'd have been less adverse to taking me up on my offer of joining me," Vegeta pointed out with a small smirk.

 

"You think? I don't know, I think if I met you then instead of Bulma, I might think you were kind of mean," Goku blinked, folding his legs into an 'Indian style' position.

 

"But you would have relished the chance for adventure, Kakkarot. How easy it would have been to persuade you to have the greatest adventure of all at my side," said Vegeta.

 

"But would you have killed me like you did Nappa? If I didn't deliver?" Goku stared hard at him. "Why did you kill him anyhow?"

 

"Saiyan Pride," Vegeta snorted.

 

"That's just stupid! A waste of life, Vegeta! But you were so hung up on living forever you didn't care who you took down in the process right?" Goku challenged.

 

"You have no idea…"

 

"Is that so, Vegeta? I've been in your mind, and you inside mine. There's lots of things we know about each other we wouldn't want to chat about. You're not the kind that likes to have a 'heart to heart'," Goku shook his head.

 

"Are we here to hear about you or me, Kakkarot?" Vegeta answered instead of rebuffing Goku. Relieved at the change in subject, Goku continued his tale. Vegeta's eyes flickered open at the sight of a long furry brown appendage swishing slowly back and forth behind Goku's back. Just when had THAT grown back, Vegeta wondered. He'd seen every inch of Kakkarot naked in the past few days, and apart from Goku's ultimate transformation never saw the presence of a tail. Nevertheless there it waved, large as life with Goku wholly unaware of its presence.

 

A mischievous thought occurred to Vegeta. Perhaps he would wait and see just how long it would take for Goku to realize his tail's reemergence. Knowing Goku it might be quite a while, so intent was he on divulging secrets of his past.

 

"And she gave me the Dragon Radar as a going away present. So I could find my Grandfather's Four Star. It wasn't till I started training under Master Roshi that I…"

 

"… met Baldie. And then you trained for that insipid Tournament and ran into the three eyed freak who broke the weakling's leg," Vegeta answered for him.

 

"And met the Crane hermit," Goku also nodded.

 

***

Hours later they had moved back outside so Goku could roast another fish. Vegeta had hunted the meal this time, bringing it back to the pagoda for Goku to gut and skin. A sense of pride overcame the Prince at Goku's favorable licking of the lips. If Goku continued that innocent action the Prince was sure he could not control himself to hear the latest installment of Goku's story.

 

"Tell me about King Piccolo," Vegeta asked. "If you wouldn't mind jumping ahead a few years. He sounds most entertaining…"

 

"Ugh, I'm not there yet," Goku winced. "let me tell the story my way okay, Vegeta!"

 

"Last I heard you'd failed to stop that green skinned lizard from killing Baldie. And you were pissed enough that you wouldn't listen to the old pervert's direct order," Vegeta recounted. Again Goku had handed him the Dragonball, but this time Vegeta did not question why. By allowing Vegeta to hold the Four Star Goku was showing the Prince ultimate trust, something Vegeta took very seriously.

 

Son Goku tossed Vegeta a huge drumstick from the freshly roasted kill. Purple gloves tucked into the waistband of his pants, Vegeta eagerly set his teeth into the meal. It seemed far too long since he had food, and such interesting entertainment. With passion in his voice Goku described the rage crashing over him like a tidal wave upon seeing his best friend lifeless. He could envision the leering face of Cymbal looming overhead clutching the sheaf of papers detailing all the world's martial artists.

 

"I have to hand it to the Namek's sire. He was quite the 'badass'," Vegeta snickered.

 

"It's not funny, Vegeta. My best friend was dead and I couldn't stop him!"

 

"Would that Freeza had met this King Piccolo, I shudder to think if this world would have survived. I would have relished the chance to defeat that braggart myself," Vegeta laughed with an eager flash of his gleaming white fangs.

 

"It took all I had and more to stop him. But I eventually did, by putting everything into one punch," Goku jumped ahead. "But he almost ended up killing me…"

 

"Even then your Saiyan abilities eluded your notice?" Vegeta blinked. "Didn't it seem odd to you that you survived that near death beating and became far stronger as a result?"

 

"I thought then I was just an extra lucky and strong powered human with a tail. Nothing more or less. IT was the drinking of the Ultra Divine Water that really made defeating King Piccolo possible," Goku corrected him.

 

"Ultra Divine what?" Vegeta queried, eyes wide.

 

"Oh yeah… the stuff Korin originally gave me was fake. AT least that's what he said. But this was the real stuff, Vegeta. It was pure poison… either it would draw out any hidden powers I had or kill me," Goku said.

 

"Another reason for your increase in power was facing death again, and growing Stronger due to your Saiyan blood. You owe all that you are to your nature that you had no comprehension of. Damned ironic that the strongest hero this paltry world had to offer was but one of the 'weakest' warriors of Vegetasei," Vegeta marveled.

 

"You wanted to know how I got to be so strong. After that I trained for three years under Kami… but I'm jumping ahead here. I had no idea what my friends were going through trying to fight Piccolo's minions on their own," Goku admitted, scratching his scalp.

 

"As always typical. Your mind is so singularly focussed on the fight ahead that all other matters failed to catch your attention. Another truly Saiyan trait. It would have been most glorious to see you in that battle. I might have even thought you worthy of joining me had I met you then, without question," Vegeta said.

 

"Or would you have tried to get Piccolo to join you?" wondered Goku. "It blows my mind trying to think what might have been…"

 

"So blissfully unaware of your true nature all those years. Not knowing your limitations doubtless enabled you to surpass them, to my chagrin," Vegeta snorted. "While I was told from birth that I was destined to be the Legendary… how fate laughs at me."

 

"But you ARE the Legendary I mean you… you achieved it too. Just look at yourself… would King Vegeta even have recognized you now?" Goku asked, standing up and waving his arm at Vegeta.

 

"Or you, Kakkarot. It would have killed him to see that a mere third class would make a mockery of his only son," Vegeta answered.

 

"Maybe he'd be proud of you? Did that ever cross your mind Vegeta?"

 

"You didn't know what my Father was like, fool. He was a Saiyan warrior, doing what he thought best for his people, our people. Even if it meant selling them out to Freeza. Even though for years I hated and resented what he had done, it did not diminish my fear and respect for him. He was my Father. Surely your 'grandfather Gohan' was someone you didn't cross."

 

"Grandpa Gohan had rules, but he wasn't like your Father. I don't think. But it sounds like in his own way he loved you…"

 

"Saiyans don't love Kakkarot," Vegeta cut him off with a bitter tone.

 

"Then why did he let you go with Freeza instead of staying on planet Vegeta? Perhaps he had a sense you'd survive longer if you were away… maybe he knew even then that his planet's days were numbered?" Goku wondered.

 

"Idiot, you know nothing," Vegeta chided him.

 

"Only what you told me yourself… in that dream so many years ago. When you came to me and told me everything," Goku said softly, reaching over to grasp Vegeta's free hand. "And I finally understood. Why the Spirit Bomb didn't kill you. You had a shred of goodness under all the hatred and anger. And that comes from someone who cared about you…"

 

"Sentimental foolishness, Kakkarot. That's in the past, leave it be," said Vegeta. He did not remove Goku's hand from his, rather he clenched the sphere of the Dragon ball tightly. Thoughts of his father fought their way to the front of his brain, taunting him. He had long suppressed such painful thoughts, yet now he remembered the look of pride on his father's face those years ago. Saiyans did not 'love' like humans did, yet they had strong attachments of loyalty. Nappa was blindly loyal to him as was Raditz. Even Vegeta was loyal to his 'race' and his father's memory. There were limits to even Saiyan ruthlessness, limits that Freeza pushed him far past in his own cruelty.

 

"Warped and shaped to that bastard's image," Vegeta whispered.

 

"But you chose who you wanted to be, eventually Vegeta. Don't' forget that," reminded Goku. By now he had crept over to Vegeta's side, sitting next to him so their thighs touched. His arm slid around Vegeta's shoulder, so he could lean his head against Vegeta's. The Saiyan Prince did not push him away, rather he intertwined his fingers with Goku's free hand. Dark blue eyes stared into the depths of the fire reflected in the dragon ball held in his left palm. Goku's breath quickened along with his pounding heart to see the sudden bottomless need in his Prince's eyes.

 

"You don't have to worry about your past with me Vegeta, if that's what you're thinking," Goku continued.

 

From inside his body came a tremor, shaking him against Goku. The tremor gave way to a feral growl vibrating through them both. Twisting he wrapped the hand that held the dragon ball around Goku's neck. At the same time Goku turned his torso so their chests were tightly pressed to one another. Vegeta climbed into the triangle of Goku's folded legs, sitting atop with a satisfied grunt. Eye to eye with Goku he brought his other hand to seize Goku's mop of spiky hair where it started at the base of his neck. Closing his eyes Goku leaned back into the demanding hot kiss Vegeta bestowed upon him. Still fusing his lips to Gokus Vegeta then adjusted his position so he straddled Goku's hips bringing their groins into contact.

 

"Uhh, Vegeta," Goku whispered. Vegeta set the dragon ball to one side of Goku's hip, then wrapped that arm around Goku's broad shoulders. Nipping Goku's bottom lip with sharp fangs he whispered, "I need you, Kakkarot. Don't deny me."

 

"I'm here Vegeta. And I'm not letting go," Goku whispered.

 

"As if I'd let you, Kakkarot," Vegeta growled, devouring Goku's mouth and thrusting his tongue deep inside. Impelled by the Princes forward thrust, Goku pitched backwards. Vegeta's fingers twined in his top, pulling it up and off so Goku was forced to raise his hands above his head. Stripped bare at the waist Goku groaned through his lips at the absence of his Prince's kiss. Still Vegeta's mouth was busy nipping down Goku's neck to lick his pulse while his hands squeezed and kneaded the muscles of Goku's chest. Parting his knees Goku reached up with one hand and threaded his fingers in Vegeta's mahogany locks, marveling how far softer it was then his wife's hair had ever bin. On either side of Goku's face fell the ends of Vegeta's lengthened mane.

 

"Mmm, Vegeta," Goku found himself murmuring, drawing the Prince into his arms as Vegeta lay comfortably atop him. Pressed into the forest floor, Goku writhed with ecstasy at each kiss and lick. He hoped Vegeta would leave his clothes intact this time.

***

Soon the only sounds heard through the forest were Goku's soft cries and Vegeta's loud snarls. They traveled far to the ears of two individuals flying above the trees.

 

"Did you hear that?" Goten blinked, staring at the blue eyes of his companion Trunks.

 

"It sounds like Dad," whispered Trunks, his voice barely a whisper. Dark black eyes regarded the jeweled sapphire ones and the two boys knew they had found the object of their search.

 

"Maybe we shouldn't bother them," Goten said, grabbing Trunks hand.

 

"But what if they're fighting?" Trunks asked, pushing Goten's hand from his sleeve. Shoved aside, Goten shook his head and shot after the blue ki trail billowing after the descending trunks. By the time he burst through the canopy he dashed to the other Saiyan's side. Trunks froze still, leaning his head and shoulders around the nearest tree ringing the clearing.

 

Having found the source of the snarls and roars, Trunks widened his eyes in shock. Goten gripped his shoulder, nudging his way to Trunks side and blinking in disbelief. He knew the way to Grandpa Gohan's house well, but even he was surprised to see their fathers locked in a passionate embrace. Vegeta's fingers interlaced with Goku's as he pressed the younger Saiyan into the mossy ground. Simultaneously Goku's head was tossed back, his mouth open to holler Vegeta's name and that of Kami.

 

"we'd better not bug them," Goten whispered.

 

"Uh huh," Trunks nodded. He let Goten grasp his arm and tug him back. When their fathers were ready to talk they would. Right now both boys decided it was best to return to Capsule and wait for a less intimate moment. Just what they thought of the sight they'd witnessed was yet to be seen. However it answered many painful questions in a favorable manner that Goten sensed Gohan would disagree was anything positive.

 

He scarcely dared think as he twined his fingers in Trunks hand and rocketed skywards that his father would understand their choice. Something Trunks and Goten had sought to keep from their fathers was now a moot point. Trunks was the one most afraid of Vegeta's reaction, yet now he felt a numb calmness settling over his body as Goten pulled him along through the air.

 

"Don't you see, this changes everything?" Goten chuckled.

 

"I'll say," Trunks exhaled, letting locks of lavender hair puff away from his face. "I think we'd better go back to Capsule… or at least wait till their done…"

 

"Yeah, we've got a lot to talk about… all of us," Goten nodded eagerly.

 

"And to think we were worried about our dads finding out about us… Man…" Trunks gasped.

 

"No wonder Mom went nuclear," Goten frowned deeply. "And why Dad's been gone for the past week…"

 

"Crap… what will Bulla think though?" wondered Trunks, shivering. So many unanswered questions, many of them uncomfortable passed through his mind. When Bulla came back from a visit from her grandparents would she have any understanding of why Daddy and Mommy weren't living in the same home? Could a young girl accept that her Daddy wasn't coming home any sooner then her Mommy and 'Uncle Yamcha'? Trunks face darkened at the thought of his mother's admission. Only days ago she had admitted freely to Trunks that she and Vegeta were no longer together.

 

"And what will Bulla say, Mom?" Trunks asked bitterly.