Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ That'll Do, Son. ❯ ...DOOOM!!! ( Chapter 11 )

Authors Bit: Long author's bit today. Yeah. Now that we all feel nice and sorrowful for poor Daku-kun, let's all get on with it. Heh, and in a response to Kira the Almighty (awesome name, btw), I kinda think that Turles is a younger brother to Bardock. So we're all going to assume that relation for him in this story, ne? ^^

Don't worry. Bardock and Toma shall be together. Soon...ish. *grin*

Oh, and I'm workin' on a massive Zorn/Sullion lemon (which involves 2 lemons at the same time, with the same people, but different situations) and a little dedication fic right now.. It doesn't have a name yet, but more or less, Vegeta asks Radditz to play matchmaker and try and get Goku to fall in love with him. So do keep an eye out for that... ^~

Oh, and since my nose started to bleed at all the good reviews I got and manawolf asked for more Goku/Radditz action? ~denotes Goku's dream, since I'm lazy~ ^^ enjoy. Lots of angst, very limey, and Bardock being difficult.

Chapter 11: ...DOOOM!!! (lol, just kidding. I don't have a name for this one)

~Goku grinned predatorily. Perhaps being saiyan...wasn't so bad. "Gimmie all you've got, Radditz. I think you'll be pleasantly surprised." He felt a hand thread through the hair on the back of his head and was suddenly crushed against the opposing head in front of him, connected harshly at the lips. He propped himself up on his elbows and leaned even farther into the kiss, nipping and sucking aggressively. Radditz growled deeply and moved his left hand down to Goku's waist where he squeezed a hipbone briefly and crushed the body against his.~

Radditz was shaken out of his sleep and looked down at his squirming brother with an amused smile. Looks like somebody was having a good dream...

~Goku's aggressiveness was sparking something within Radditz, causing the usually small nips and lip brushes that he placed on Goku's neck to be full love bites and bruising kisses. Goku writhed and gasped at the painful pleasure, arching his body up off of the bed and into Radditz's. The elder growled possessively and bit at the collar bones presented to him, leaving them to bruise and bleed into a pretty collage that Radditz decided he liked very much. Goku, however, was oblivious to the pictures on his skin, and merely writhed under the painful caresses.~

Radditz's smile grew into a grin and he ran his first two fingers down the side of his brother's sweaty face. The saiyan beneath his touch calmed slightly, allowing Radditz to spread his fingers over the punctures and bruises that decorated his kin's neck, shoulders, and collar bones. He frowned briefly at having been so rough, but after stealing a glance to his brother's lower half and seeing the newly-hardened shaft, he guessed that his brother...really didn't mind -that- much. Regardless, he grinned once again and decided to play along to his brothers little dream, tonguing at the freshly purpled skin and tugging on the arousal against his leg. Goku went nuts.

~Radditz pawed at the muscles adorning Goku's side and purred deeply. His brother arched his body upwards, causing the small trickles of lifeblood that had been flowing into the crevices of his pectorals to change direction and begin to drip the other way. He twitched and sighed as Radditz nipped at the skin stretched across his abdomen; as he panted short, steamy breaths into his navel and ran long, calloused fingers down the taut muscles in his legs.~

Big Brother's eyes gleamed with pure amusement as Little Brother twitched, squirmed, sighed, and moaned quietly beneath his touch. Was his dream corresponding with his fondling? He smirked a bit and bent to lick the tip of Goku's nose as he finished the lucky earthen saiyan off. Goku choked out a large breath and panted loudly, settling immediately and spooning his body into Radditz's side. The elder of the two chuckled, ruffled his kin's hair, and quickly pretended to be asleep, for fear that his brother would wake and catch on.

All was not quiet, however.

Goku heard the door open and shut with unnecessary force and plucked his head out of its nest (which was conveniently made out of Radditz's armpit at that moment) to listen a bit better. His listening session was interrupted, however, as a large, calloused hand grabbed his face and forced him into his previous position. He blinked a few times as Radditz half-growled, half-mumbled something at him and caressed his cheek gently with the tip of his tail. He looked down at the sudden moisture felt between his legs and blushed at the fresh seed decorating the bed, obviously a product of his dream about the night before. Marveling at his brother's ability to sleep so lightly and so deeply at the same time, he grumped a bit and jabbed Radditz in the ribs, then rolled off the side of the bed when the larger saiyan twitched and squirmed.

Realizing that he had produced a rather loud "thump" when he hit the floor, he held his breath and strained to hear any unusual sounds that would indicate that he had awaken any other members of the household up. Hearing none, he leaned his elbows on the bed and watched with amusement as his brother patted the rapidly cooling sheets in search of his kin, found no one, and curled up into a ball with his back to his brother to continue snoring quietly. Goku ran his fingers through the raven strands that lavishly adorned the small bed and body it was attached to. He wouldn't deny it, however...odd it may feel to accept; Radditz truly was a sight to behold. Tanned, leathery skin stretched over warmed steel that wrapped around bones three times the density of that of a human being's. He was large, but slender; not like Nappa, who used his bulk to fight with rather than stealth and speed. He had narrow hips for a saiyan... Not that he would really know, he guessed, but comparing them to Zorn and the others' bodies, he seemed to have a smaller frame where shoulders and hips were concerned.

He walked around the end of the bed so that he could see his newfound koi a little better. Slight midnight streaks adorned angled eyes of the same color, encased by soft eyelids that ended in thick eyelashes. Goku brushed a thumb against them, kissed Radditz on the tip of his nose, and listened once more for any sounds that signified a conscious family member. He was nearly shocked when he heard someone downstairs (in the kitchen maybe?). Giving his brother one last peck and a pat on the hip, he put Radditz's battle briefs on and left the room quietly to trail downstairs.

It took a bit of effort to find the kitchen as he had only been in it once before, but after a bit of determination and a little frustration, he peeked in the door to find his father sitting at the table with his face in his hands. "Nande kuso...?" he whispered to himself quietly. From what he could tell from his small amount of interaction with his father, the man was damn near more stubborn than Vegeta; he was gruff and stand-offish, and showed only anger and indifference. He was certainly intelligent, but Goku didn't think that would have anything to do with why he was moping at the table.

The earth saiyan wasn't sure if he should go in, but he was worried about his sire. Pushing the door open as quietly as he could, he walked in and put a hand on his father's shoulder gently. The man started, turned like a viper and grabbed Goku's wrist in a vice-grip. Goku hissed and pulled back instinctively, yanking his hand out of his father's grip and rubbing his wrist. Bardock looked up at his long lost son, and with a troubled, frustrated sigh, put his face back into his right hand, his left forearm braced haphazardly against the edge of the table. Goku frowned deeply and kneeled down so that he was face-level with the side of Bardock's head. However, a small smile lit his face when Bardock cracked an eye to look sideways at him though his fingers.

"Go away."

Goku chuckled and cocked his head at the muffled command. "No. Something's bothering you."

Bardock sighed and looked back into his hand. "That is none of your concern."

"Aw, come on! It's not like I would know anybody you do anyway, so how could I possibly try and help? Sometimes it just helps to talk about stuff."

Bardock glared sidelong at him through his fingers once again. "I said, `Go away.' I don't need to talk to anybody."

Goku sighed and got up from kneeling, his knees angry with him for having to be subjected to the hard floor. He was just like Vegeta! "Fine. If you don't wanna talk, I'm not gonna force you, but I'll be on the roof if you change your mind."

Bardock growled quietly and curled the fingers of his right hand (still against his face) until only his middle finger was extended.

~

Toma pawed at his eyes with the heels of his hands.

He... well, damn. Bardock... Toma didn't know what to say; he couldn't even think in full sentences. A tiny renegade sob tore itself from his throat and he curled up into a tighter ball on the bed.

Turles, however, smirked with satisfaction and came out of his hiding spot in the closet. He felt a pang go through his gut at the sight of the mess Toma was, but he waited until it faded and walked up to trace the brokenhearted saiyan's shoulder. "Aw, come on, chibi..."

Toma unwound like a mouse trap, snarling and punching Turles square in the jaw at the same time. "You bastard! Don't you ever call me that! You... You don't deserve..." Here, he couldn't bear the thought of Turles using Bardock's old nickname for him, and all the guilt of his affair came forward in a dizzying rush. He fell to his knees in a great sob, pawing at his eyes again with one hand; clutching his stomach with the other. "You don't deserve to use that name..."

Turles frowned distastefully and rubbed his jaw. The old sub-commander still had it, alright. Looking down at the sobbing saiyan at his feet, he wanted nothing more to return the pain and call the man a sorry excuse for a saiyan. However, if things were going to go according to plan, he needed Toma on his side, and beating him up was not gonna do it. He kneeled down and went to brush a tear from the man's face, but Toma tore his head away and pushed hard on Turles' chest.

"Go away, Turles. Just... go away."

~

Bardock shifted.

He was pissed off, he was depressed, he was hungry, and his stomach was beginning to disagree with him. Looking up to the ceiling, he wondered what he had done to specifically put him in this position. Wasn't the fact that he was in hell enough? Did they really have to take his Toma away from him? He sighed and balanced his chin and nose on his thumbs and forefingers. He really hadn't taken this logically yet, which was... Well, it was out of character for him, he guessed. Toma had been the one to come to him when they were still alive, so why would he go against himself like that and go with --here he gulped- his brother?

The "group" had always looked to him for knowledge and sound advice. Granted, they usually didn't get it, but he supposed that he -was- the smartest of the group, and therefore had more responsibility to them all. But he did have feelings as well, much as he loathed to admit it. They all did. Long suppressed, hated, and most definitely feared, but they were there. Bardock would be the first to admit that feelings ultimately sucked. They got in the way. They weren't a weakness, no, but most certainly an annoyance.

He sighed and rocked back onto the back legs of his chair, wrapping his tail around the table leg to keep him balanced. He had loved Toma, he knew that. He thought Toma loved him too; the man had told him so plenty of times during the aftermath of their rutting like animals. He chuckled. Kind odd to sit there and whisper tender, loving words after you just did your best to split a man in half with sex. But, hey... That was the saiyan way, ne? His tail fluffed out and he felt a sudden rush of strong adrenaline as he rocked back too far and nearly fell. He caught the table roughly and pulled forward.

The front legs hit the floor once again.

It didn't make any sense to sit there and brood about it, but he did anyway. He wondered how many other people had experienced his position and what they did about it. Did they let their lover get away with it? Did they get them back? What happened to the third party if they lost? Was there any revenge ever involved?

...was there really any way out?

He shook his head violently and mentally smacked himself. When he had suddenly turned into a sentimental philosophizing broken-hearted...what? What was he anymore? Was he still saiyan? He certainly wasn't acting like one. He still respected the rules, taboos, royalty, and customs of the saiyan race, but what was a saiyan without his anger? Without his recklessness and determination to show and feel only anger and superiority, even if you were the lowest class? What was a saiyan without...without his mate?

Suddenly, he understood. Pushing himself away from the table and listening to the chair legs grate against the floor rudely, his brows drew downwards until his eyes fell to slits. He rose silently, muscles tensed to heated steel and rigid from boiling emotions. His tail coiled and danced through the air, fur bristled into stiff peaks and spikes. A cold, angry sweat ran down the center of his spine and he closed his eyes, shivering with the sensation. His palms grew moist, his breathing short, and for once, he realized that being saiyan didn't mean that you had to be angry and arrogant constantly, but that you had to truly experience every emotion in its highest pinnacle and passion, using anger and arrogance to mask the fact that you had. For if you showed any other façade than your anger and your arrogance, those who didn't know; those who didn't understand what being saiyan was would ultimately find you, run you down, and eventually kill you, if only spiritually. He now understood what it felt like to love, to hurt, to mourn, and to laugh. He knew happiness; he knew sorrow. His emotions were completely in sync with his mind.

His blood burned beneath his skin, bringing an ethereal glow to his body and aura.

His mate had been stolen from him by somebody he was stronger than.

It was time to take back what was his.