Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Breath of Sorrow ❯ Onegai, Ouji-sama. Onegai! ( Chapter 11 )

This chapter has a couple of Japanese words in it, and for your convenience, I have translated them and given a rough phonetically helpful spelling out as well. The reason I chose to have Japanese is because of the sound of it. It's a very smooth language, and if you have ever seen any Yaoi anime such as Ai no Kusabi, you'll understand that it's an incredible emotional turn on as well.

 

Ouji-sama (Oo-ee-jee-sah-mah): Lord Prince

Onegai (Oo-neh-guy): Please/I'm begging you.

 

 

Diana's wrists poured blood as she struggled against the ki bands that bound her securely. Nothing would break them, and she found herself exceedingly angry. She was bound to the wall like a common pet or sex slave, and that was not what she was. The rage pounded through her body, and she also found herself unable to work with her power level, and she screamed out in frustration.

 

The door to the small cell in Capsule Corp opened, and a beautiful woman with shocking violet eyes entered with a familiar Saiya-jin. She hung her head in Gohan's presence and averted her eyes away from him. Before she realized what had happened, the small, lavender eyed woman had attacked her with her sharp nails, clawing whatever she could reach.

 

“YOU FUCKING BITCH! YOU WHORE! YOU KILLED MY BABY!” Videl screamed. She continued to claw at Diana, her sharp nails ripping the already battered skin and reopening old wounds to pour and drip fresh blood onto the laboratory floor. The pale blue eyes rose to meet furious lavender, and Videl stopped her attack just as Gohan stepped forward and wrapped his arms gently around her.

 

Diana had a choice. She looked at Gohan clinging to his wife, and her blue eyes shut in thought as her head hung. She could tell Videl what only Gohan, Vegeta, and she knew. Gohan was the true murderer. He had killed his own daughter, but one look into his eyes, she relented, and again, Diana had mercy.

 

“Yeah, that's right, you stupid, old hag.” Diana smirked as she raised her head. “I fucking killed that slut of a daughter. You know what was odd? That she didn't scream when she died! She was louder in my bed than she was when her life ended!” Videl launched herself at Diana again, but Gohan held her back safely as she began to rant at the tied up Saiya-jin.

 

“You bitch! She was my baby! My whole life!” Videl screamed at her from Gohan's arms. Diana's blue eyes narrowed, and her chin inched up.

 

“Oh shut up, you old witch. When will you idiots learn to stop dwelling on what is gone? So ridiculous. You disgust me with your constant whining about how things could have been and your inexplicable desire for revenge. Woman, you are nothing but a sore reminder to Gohan that his life will undoubtedly last thousands of years past yours!” Diana's lips pressed together in a harsh line before she continued screaming at Videl.

 

“Stupid cunt! You are so blind to what you have there wrapped around you! If I were you, I would move on from this ridiculous idea that you have an infinite amount of time with him! Honor Pan-chan's memory, and live your life with your husband as you should! Rip me apart if you want, but it will not stop the fact that your lack of interest in your own daughter's power drove her to her death!”

 

Gohan tilted his head in question of his daughter's power. Diana suddenly smirked. “Oh, didn't you know? That little slut of yours does the same thing you do, Gohan. The little brat of yours turned her pretty silky black hair blonde and amassed more power than you were ever capable of! You didn't even notice! She died thinking you didn't care!”

 

With that, Videl fled the small room, leaving Diana with Gohan staring at her quietly. “Why didn't you tell the truth to Videl?”

 

Diana's blue eyes softened slight and she turned her head away. “Because I loved her.”

 

*****

 

 

There were no words as Vegeta came into Goten's bedroom. None required to be said. Goten, usually so full of fire to fight Vegeta off, sat at the foot of his bed, hands braced on either side of him, shoulders slumped, looking at the floor. This was not what he'd wanted, and yet, no one seemed to ask him if he'd wanted his father to come back or not. He felt his heart wrenched out by the funeral, but he couldn't bring himself to cry, and his large, easy-to-read, chocolate eyes seemed empty and dull as he stared at his floor. The black tie was alluringly pulled loose around his neck, and the white shirt that had once been crisp and clean was now un-tucked and unbuttoned, revealing a broad chest encased in an undershirt as it pooled around his hips.

 

Vegeta reached for one shoulder before he sat down behind the boy, but Goten didn't seem to feel the touch. He simply sat, staring at the floor, listless and depressed. The hand squeezed gently, and all Goten emitted was a low, sad sigh. He was lost in his thoughts, and Vegeta's presence didn't seem to affect him one way or another, and it greatly surprised the prince. Usually, Goten was the first to acknowledge that their presences intermingled with one another, but this night, he was choosing to be in his own world. The simple fact of the matter was that Goten was drained, and there was nothing that could provide the life back into his body short of receiving Pan back into his life whole and alive.

 

His expressive chocolate eyes seemed empty, and he rolled his shoulder helplessly into the soft pressure that Vegeta exerted into him, and in that moment that his body even offered slight submissiveness to Vegeta, the prince acted. In the darkness of the room only lit by the dim light of the porch light outside, Vegeta moved, and he hauled the boy against him. The slope of his shoulder to his neck was the first bit of skin that the older Saiya-jin reached, and he pressed his lips to it in a hot caress that woke Goten and caused him to arch into the kiss. A soft, pained whine poured from his lips in desperation as he sought the only comfort that was offered to him in the death of the only jewel left in his life.

 

When he first felt the scorching breath on his neck, he roughly bit back the tears that threatened to spill down his brawny cheeks and slide down his neck, but when he expected the prince to go violent with his touches at the scent of salt, he only gentled them further, pushing his hands down the neck of Goten's white undershirt, stretching it over hard muscles and gloved hands. The planes of his were smoothed over by a gentle, unending caress as the royal hands traced each line of each muscle defined on the rock hard body of Goten. The boy felt the shirt rip, but reality was far from his mind as the gloved hands from behind him pulled away his dress shirt and his now tattered undershirt.

 

Goten's mind was a flurry of anger, pain, and emptiness as he tried to grip the situation with his bruised and battered mind, but it was slipping slowly from his grasp like sand through a colander. He wanted to tell him to fuck off, but it wasn't working. The only thing that he could feel were the salty tears that were beginning to stain his cheeks in a succession of shining rivers in the artificial light cast by the porch light through the open window. When he leaned forward to pull his black, irritating dress shoes from his feet, Vegeta growled in a deep, feral tone, making Goten stop his movements instantly.

 

“Be still.” He ordered softly. The tone seemed to calm Goten a bit. It didn't hold any malice or anger, but instead, a quiet warning hovered in the deep, smooth voice as he passed his hands over Goten's chest and abdomen. “Just feel.” The material from Vegeta's gloves seemed to smooth over the smooth skin like sandpaper in Goten's mind, but it set him on fire like a blazing forest, and he slowly felt his defenses falling one by one.

 

He felt the shirt and his ripped tank top slide off of his shoulders, and before he could protest the movement, another rustling of fabric against skin silenced him. Instead of the scratchy material of the gloves smoothing over his body, he felt hands, smooth from the constant wearing of precious, white gloves, hot from cover pressed against his stomach. When Vegeta sat behind him and extended his legs on either side of him, Goten stiffened, but a soft purr from that massive chest behind him soothed yet again, and he relaxed against the warm, covered muscles.

 

While Vegeta smoothed his hands over the boy's body, his piercing dark eyes never once betrayed any emotion or showed any type of remorse over Goten's loss of Pan, but in his touch…Goten found solace. “Please…” Goten whispered hoarsely. “Please go…” The hands didn't stop their movements over his bare torso, still tracing the creases of hardened muscle that could only be indicative of their race. “I can't….” Goten begged.

 

“Do you think that you are the only one that hurts?” Vegeta demanded softly against his ear. “We all feel it.” The hands dipped lower to Goten's button on his pants, but he didn't have the heart or emotional strength to push it away. When he expected Vegeta to roughly rip them open, the slender, deft fingers just unbuttoned them, and a tender command was issued. “Undress.”

 

Goten stood, his back to Vegeta, as he pulled off his shoes and set them aside neatly, followed by his pants sliding down long, sinewy legs, leaving him in his simple black cotton boxers. He hesitated and wrapped his arms around himself as the prince watched him with intense eyes, and he let out a deep, pained sigh. Vegeta scooted forward on the bed to the place where Goten had sat on the edge, and with an unthreatening gesture, he placed his hands gently on either side of Goten's ribcage and slid them down the length of the boy's body, taking his boxers off with them.

 

The boy was numb, not feeling, not seeing, and not understanding as all these things happened to him, and as Vegeta ran his hands back up his legs, he tensed again, but those hands that had shed so much of his blood and put deep scars on his arms and back now began to knead the muscle at his lower back, coaxing him into relaxation. Goten was above all confused and didn't understand why this savage beast was tamed by his sorrow, but he accepted it as it was, and in that second that he gave into the touches, a soft moan escaped his lips.

 

Goten flinched and closed his eyes at the sound, expecting to be hit or at least chastised, but the only noise that Vegeta made was a soft growl of approval as his hands worked over the tense, scarred muscles of the boy's back. The more the hands rubbed, the more relaxed Goten became until he collapsed back into Vegeta in exhaustion and emotional grief. Vegeta shifted him so that he sprawled out over the bed on his back, and the hands were back on him, still gently rubbing, easing the tension from the muscles with the expertise of a warrior that knew his trade.

 

The first fingers that brushed against the flaccid flesh between his legs made him take a sharp breath, and they passed, rubbing sore abdomen muscles and then back again. This time, when the fingers brushed against the flesh, they lingered, gently stroking and coaxing the beautiful Saiya-jin to react to the touch in a way that he didn't expect was possible in his state of mind. As those devilish fingers pushed him to full arousal, he opened his eyes and looked up into the handsome face of the man who had terrorized his dreams and brought him so much pain.

 

Goten only saw quiet affection laced with obsession and insanity. Vegeta's dark eyes softened even further as he looked into Goten's eyes, locking gazes with him purposely as he began a slow stroking, nearly begging Goten to make an indication that he was wanted here. The boy bit his bottom lip to hold back a groan as he was stroked to near completion, but he wouldn't let himself go. Not yet.

 

As many times as Vegeta had brought him close, he'd never come with him, and he swore to himself that he'd never give the man the pleasure of seeing him weakened, but there, in that dark room, surrounded by false shadows and still air, he wanted to give Vegeta everything. There was something that had changed in the eyes of the prince, and he could almost taste the contentment that the older man was indulging in as he pleasured Goten slowly and firmly.

 

The pressure was removed from him as Vegeta stood and shed his dress shirt and neatly folded it, following suit with his pants and boxers after sliding off his black boots from his sore feet. The bed dipped as the prince laid down next to him on his side, looming over him with nothing but admiration in his beautiful eyes. Time stopped for Goten as he did the unthinkable and raised a hand to touch the cheek of that timelessly young face. Vegeta's fingers slid out over his stomach, and Goten was lost to the sensations.

 

Sorrow rolled through Vegeta's entire being, and this… this boy gave him peace from it. This night, he looked upon the young face of Kakarot and only saw Goten, and in that realization, his anger and fury was calmed. The hand pressed against his cheek slid into the still wild spikes of hair that adorned the royal head of the prince and tangled themselves there. Vegeta's movements stopped as the chocolate eyes suddenly took on an unspeakable emotion and pulled the mighty head down to his and sealed their silent last meeting with a deep, sorrowful kiss.

 

Vegeta's fingers strayed to the silken inner thighs that he'd marred so many times with blood, and they found a path to a place he'd never before sought to soothe. A long, slender finger circled the dark ring of flesh at the apex of Goten's thighs, and as it slid inside, the boy emitted a keening, soft moan that set the prince's blood on fire. No words were said as Vegeta slowly prepared the boy for himself, but there was a silent understanding between the two that this would be the last time that they would ever have this act as comfort.

 

Goten's hips arched against the invasion and then pushed against the hand eagerly, seeking some find of fulfillment as the torture continued, making him shiver with pleasure. His soul sang with the touch, and as his mind fought for dominance over his body and emotions, he savagely ignored it, concentrating only on this single, sinful act that would redeem his spirit from sadness. Vegeta purred deeply as he slid another finger inside of the boy, making him arch his hips again, issuing the most beautiful panted chant that Vegeta had ever heard in his life. “Ouji-sama…. Onegai… Onegai… Onegai…”

 

Vegeta's eyes closed in pleasure at the plea, and he chose to reward the boy. With an angling of his hand, he brushed against a small nub inside of Goten, and the boy opened up his mouth and screamed in ecstasy. He was so hard that it hurt him, but he wasn't ready to force his way into the shivering body beneath him. Not yet. He continued laving Goten's pleasure point with the tips of soft fingers, making the boy chant more and more, a plea filling the tone.

 

When Vegeta moved over him, Goten started to roll to his stomach as he was accustomed, but his chocolate eyes widened in shock when he was stopped and pressed back down to his back. Vegeta spat into his hand, and he slowly stroked it over himself for lubrication, looking down on Goten with deep, regretful eyes. He leaned down over Goten, and he pressed his erection at his entrance, waiting for the boy to shift just enough to enter him slowly.

 

When Goten complied and shifted reluctantly, Vegeta slipped into him with a small amount of resistance, and Goten gasped in pleasure. Nothing had ever come close to this kind of blinding pleasure, and as the prince sheathed himself completely into the boy, all emotional barriers were dropped, and for the first time in his life, Goten cried in front of his prince not because of pain that Vegeta had inflicted. Rather, as he felt his body blessed with desire, he cried for his losses and his life. Pleasure raced through his veins, and the tears started to pour from his eyes as Vegeta threw him to new heights that he'd never touched before.

 

Vegeta's erection brushed deliciously against every wall inside of him, hitting that same spot of pleasure over and over again. Goten arched his hips against the powerful body, inviting him as deep as he could push himself, causing inhuman purrs to emanate from Vegeta's chest as he moved against the lithe form beneath him. Goten's eyes rolled back into his head as the soft hands of the prince found his straining erection and began to tenderly stroke it in time with the placid thrusts.

 

Goten's pleasure suddenly built to a crescendo, and again he chanted, his breath pouring from his throat in soft keening moans and high pitched whimpers. “Ouji-sama… Onegai! Onegai!” The screams were ripped from his throat through his pain and sorrow, and as he sobbed, his heart wrenching in excruciating loss, pleasure coursed through him. In response, Vegeta quickened his thrusts, and he sped his hand on Goten's erection, making the boy sob harder and yet beg more for the release that Vegeta had denied him for so long.

 

The thrusts grew fast and wild, both men whispering and straining against each other, one sobbing and the other soothing with a hand to Goten's chest while he pounded into him. The soft slapping of skin against skin filled the small, dark room, and as Vegeta pushed himself closer and closer to the edge, it vaguely formed in his lust ridden mind that this beautiful submission from Goten was much better than the many times he'd forced it on the boy. Goten was not Kakarot. He was completely different.

 

Vegeta began to moan with each thrust and in a sudden, gentle scoop, he laid back, pulling Goten over him, the boy sitting on top of his erection without breaking apart from him. He settled on his back in the young man's bed, and Goten began to move. When Goten raised himself and let his hips down gracefully, the prince thought that pleasure had surely taken over his life and chased away the sorrow.

 

Still, Goten sobbed. He cried out, and now that he was on top, he pounded his fists against the great, massive chest of his lover, screaming out in his anger, tears still pouring from the angry, hurt russet eyes that had caught Vegeta's eye from they day he'd been born. Vegeta pushed himself up into Goten every time he slide down on the erection, and in a burst of emotion, Vegeta growled to Goten. “Let it out. Just fucking stop holding it all in. You'll end up like me!”

 

In those words, Goten found something in Vegeta he'd never believed existed. He found humanity. Hope. He raised himself faster and faster, and as the older Saiya-jin's hands strayed again to his erection, Goten cried out in pleasure. The tight coil that had been wound in his belly began to tighten nearly unbearably, and he screamed his plea. “Ouji-sama… Onegai…. I want to come. Onegai!” With those precious words, Vegeta abruptly angled his hips, sending the tip of his erection crashing into Goten's prostate. The boy screamed out his release, and as he spilled himself over Vegeta's hand, his muscles tightened around the prince in succession. Time stopped as Goten looked down into those dark, piercing eyes, and named their possessor. “VEGETA!”

 

As the muscles tightened around him, Vegeta growled in pleasure, and then a low, keening groan resonated through the room in the rough, smooth voice that Goten had learned to love. This time, the name that was uttered sent the boy's world into a bright, beautiful light that broke through the tears and pain, and only left him with complete bliss. Vegeta parted his lips, and looking directly back at Goten, cried out his release. “GOTEN!” In that one name, the boy collapsed to the chest of his prince and master with no sounds except a soft whimper as the sobs subsided and fled from his body, leaving behind a man.