Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Tasting Bliss ❯ Alternative to Fusion ( Chapter 13 )

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z, created by Akira Toriyama. It is owned by Shonen Jump, Toei Animation Co. Ltd. Shuisha Bird studios and released by Funimation. This fanfiction means no harm to the manga or anime. Only the plot is my idea and is for entertainment only.

 

Tasting Bliss: Bittersweet

 

By Starbearer TM.

 

Lemon Male/Male Yaoi sex content. SaiyanGirl inspired part of this in a chat on yahoo.

 

"I also command you, since you saw fit to reveal what happened facing that bloated bag of mutated crap… what you would have done acting on your impulses, then and there, Kakkarot?" Vegeta suddenly suggested.

 

"What?" Goku blinked.

 

"It's a royal order," Vegeta snickered, a lascivious glint in his eyes. It was for the benefit of misdirecting Goku's attention from feeling sorry for himself. Perhaps it was selfish, but Goku thanked Vegeta for it, and felt no shame in what he was about to admit.

 

"What would you have done?" Vegeta queried, sapphire gaze piercing and bright, a hue just like sky after the newly set sun. Indeed the lengthening shadows were fading into early nighttime, with the warmth of the sun fast fading. Only the residual rays remained, intensifying into amber the identical shade of Goku's eyes in SS4 form. Intriguingly Son Goku elected to remain unpowered before the Prince's ultimate form. The prince sought to recapture the mood spoiled by Goten and Trunks untimely arrival.

 

Whether he was successful or not would depend on Goku's response. Fortunately, the taller Saiyan continued to weave his seductive spell through the curling and unfurling of his crimson tail, and a toss of his sable clad hair spilling over one shoulder. Hard muscles tensed, adding to the overall intensity that would not be denied.

 

"Tell me," he rumbled. Bending one knee Son Goku genuflected before him, not wishing to break his dark eyed gaze for a second. In ebony depths, Vegeta saw the resolution harden along with the set of Goku's youthful jaw.

 

"You seemed so broken, so miserable. I hated seeing you always pushing help away. So stubborn all the time," Goku tossed his head, retaining a small smile. "I guessed I never realized how much I even missed you complaining about everything."

 

"Go on," Vegeta encouraged.

 

Extending his large hand, Goku brushed his long fingers over the fur on the side of Vegeta's chest then glided his hand up bare tanned skin. The Prince locked into a rigid pose, only the brief flutter of his Adam's apple betraying how much Goku's feather touches affected him. "All that pride, even when you were broken and battered. I just wanted to reach out and try to help you. But you always bit my head off, Vegeta. I never thought I'd see the day when you'd let me in."

 

"Let you in? Rather seductive talk, third class," Vegeta chortled, his voice rough and deepening with increasing arousal. Goku's hand stopped on his chest, and the Prince clasped his gloved hand overtop. Despite the difference in height, their hands were the same size, except Vegeta's palm was a bit narrower, and his fingers slightly shorter. However, the viselike grip squeezed tightly against Goku's flattened hand.

 

Something tingled in the base of Goku's spine and he could swear he saw movement out of the corner of one eye. Diverting his gaze from Vegeta's, he suddenly caught sight of something fluffy and brown dip out of site. His eyes widened to a boyish roundness, indicating the shock of realization. His lips opened to reveal strong sharp teeth, breath rapidly catching. "My… my tail? But that's supposed to go away when I…"

 

"Idiot," Vegeta uttered, filling the insult thickly with affection. "Now, you were saying. What would you have done to me in that mountain of needles, eh?"

 

"I… I wanted to get close. To reach out and somehow… comfort you somehow. Even if you'd think it was sentimental and foolish. A pat on the back, a hug… something," Goku confessed. The innocence in his face melted into concern, equally pure and selfless for Vegeta's welfare.

 

"You were right. Sentimental foolishness," Vegeta tossed his head. "I'd have pushed you away… unless you had something more serious in mind."

 

"You mean like grabbing you and… pulling you down?" Goku asked. Snatching hold of Vegeta's hand, he gave a tug. The Prince surprisingly allowed this, until he too mirrored Goku's pose, one leather clad knee bent opposite and brushing Goku's. Still holding hands, Vegeta waited in anticipation to see Goku's left hand gliding towards his face. Instead of cupping it he diverted to squeeze Vegeta's furred shoulder, adding a slight soothing rub that only Saiyan fingers could apply enough pressure to release the tension in titanium muscles.

 

Rasping breaths resounded in a closing gap between them. Goku seized Vegeta by the forearms, dragging him forwards into his broad chest. Grunting Vegeta thought first to fight then allowed the boldness, feeling Goku pull his pelvis towards him. Simultaneously Goku rested his weight on his backside, dropping his bent knee. Boosting Vegeta into his lap, he planted him in the triangle of his legs. This action brought their eyes perfectly level with one another's.

 

Vegeta retaliated by reaching between them to grab hold of Goku's pant clad thighs. His gloved fingers curled into baggy fabric, rending it asunder with an audible tearing of cloth. Goku inhaled sharply at the sound of the rip, then felt the Prince seize his sleeveless top and rip it off one shoulder. Following through with the same hand, he dipped it into the remaining collar of Goku's shirt, massaging the trapezium along his neck. Goku rolled his head slightly, eyes shut with bliss at the strength in Vegeta's questing fingers. A throaty chuckle escaped the latter's lips, accompanied by the downward grind of his pelvis into the younger Saiyan. Then holding Goku's neck by the base, he yanked his face forward so their lips collided. Forcefully he invaded Goku's lips, only to feel the sideways twist of the Third class's head to reciprocate.

 

Unwilling to be passive, Son Goku emitted a low signing growl, locking his arms around Vegeta's torso. He slid one finger just inside the waistband of the pants, dragging it along the rim of Vegeta's waist. Reaching the front, he tugged the index finger forward to snap the belt as easily as breaking the bow on a wrapped present. Next Son Goku slipped index finger and middle of both hands into the hips of Vegeta's tight garment, only to rent leather like cheap plastic. Soft light blue underwear was revealed from the halves peeled away rind style.

 

"Damn it," Vegeta cursed, marveling at the strength in his hands. Nobody would have such equivalent abilities as a full blooded Saiyan, trained his equal and more for so many years.

 

"Fusion… was the only way to get close to you then," Goku rasped, eyes bottomless black and filled with an almost infinite sadness.

 

"So it was for selfish reasons you repeatedly foisted Fusion on me, eh, Kakkarot?" Vegeta snickered. "I knew it. You should have asked me to fuck you instead! I would have been MORE then willing to do that instead of you forcing me to do that humiliating dance!"

 

"You…" Son Goku panted, gritting his teeth at the motion of Vegeta's hand dipping into his underwear. Shifting up so he straddled Goku's lap squarely, Vegeta caught the shock in his face.

 

"Far more preferable, had I known your desires then. Besides, this is far more fun, don't you agree?" Vegeta crowed.

 

"I would take what I could get. To be close enough to win. For us to work together was all I wanted. Just to have the chance to fight together. Not WITH each other, don't you see?" Son Goku confessed, teeth slightly bared. He could not resist the buzzing energies crackling through him, and the primal fear to control him was shuffled aside because the Prince would not break. Gold energy surged at the rising peak of what Vegeta's fingers worked on Goku's saiyanhood, exploding into flames that licked over his seated figure. Vegeta arched his back, basking in the radiance of Goku's form growing in size and strength, locks fluttering up and glowing from within. Yet he did not stop there when another squeeze of fingers and the action of a tail coiling around Goku's waist sent pulses of electricity crackling over them both.

 

"Tell me. What you would have done instead of that ridiculous fusion! Making me lose myself in you?"

 

"Don't you remember how incredible it was? The power? Every time I had that chance, there were so many things that we felt. Merged in such a way?" Goku panted, teal eyes gleaming without discernible pupils. A matching tail lashed and curled against the ground, identical to the tower of gold spikes Vegeta plunged his hand into. He extended one of the hands towards his companion, so that the white teeth bit down and peeled them off one by one. This enabled the Prince to feel the contrasting softness of hair that seemed in all likelihood to resemble wire.

 

The hair of a super Saiyan 2 was stiffer but still silky. Spun sunlight lit from within. Even the skin radiated that same blinding light. How ironic that the Prince in his Super Saiyan 4 was so primal in comparison. Lightening abated, and Vegeta wrinkled a dark brow in question. "Why not go all the way? Even now, holding back on me? Show me that ridiculous third form. The one that you hid from me… that I hardly see."

 

"I thought you said it was stupid," Goku replied with a slight echo to his voice. For a moment Vegeta climbed off his lap, then used the chance to peel the remains of his torn garments and boots aside to witness the lengthening hair and the loud scream echoing through the trees. In but a moment pupils peered from under that hairless brow, oddly identical to the hue of the Prince's Super Saiyan 4. Before another word was uttered and the crackling aura of Goku's transformation dropped, Vegeta pounced on him. Still bracing his torso up with one hand throw behind him, Goku again repositioned the SS4 transformed Prince into the triangle of his legs. Fingers tunneled and twisted the flowing spiky waterfall; a gilt parody to one the Prince missed.

 

Lips aligned, breaths surging in one another's mouths. Son Goku's Saiyanhood brushed past the base of the Prince's legs, rubbing against the other's firming excitement. Loud groans were swallowed in the forceful press of their lips, the growling quests of their fingers seizing handfuls of sable and golden hair to tug and pull. Groaning, Vegeta pressed his knees down, pushing himself up off Goku's lap a bit and shifting his own hardness aside. A nod of understanding passed between them, and Goku positioned himself with the Prince's hand guiding his. Shortly Goku feared harming the Prince, but then realized from the wrinkling snarl of the sapphire stare, it was expected.

 

At the same time, Vegeta slammed himself down, Goku thrust up. He cupped Vegeta's hips in his huge hands, while Vegeta placed his own on Goku's shoulders blistering with added muscle. A strangled groan resounded in Goku's ear when he sank into moist warmth. Now the privilege was reciprocated, and Vegeta shifted his hips teasingly slowly. Words were not needed as Goku demonstrated what he would have done all those years ago if given the chance.