Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Game ❯ The Game Begins ( Chapter 2 )

The Game Begins

Pairing: V/Gk

Warnings: torturous sexual violence type stuff… etc. Well, not in this chapter. Light lime, maybe?

Disclaimer: Anyone who believes I own the Saiyans is welcome to help fund my Saiyan relocation project. As you may recall, many young (supposedly weak) Saiyans were shipped to various planets to protect them from Saiyan enemies. The relocation project will bring those now adult Saiyans here to Earth, so that they may be enjoyed by ravenous fans. J

Author: the Prince's Jewel

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The baka was staring at him again, pretending he wasn't. Vegeta snorted, finished stretching. Popped his neck and cracked his knuckles, dropped into a fighting stance. Kakarot followed his lead immediately. Their spar was furious, Vegeta not bothering to pull savage blows the way he knew the other would. He wanted, and would have, blood.

He lost a glove escaping a hold the other caught him in, and immediately raked the other's chest. Blood rose as the baka gasped and pulled backwards, wiping away more blood that dripped from a split lip and a gash above his eye. He took advantage of that small distraction, driving his fist viciously into the unprotected stomach, a knee into chin when Kakarot jackknifed.

Goku flew backwards, arching himself into a handspring that landed him several feet away from Vegeta. This time, when he wiped the blood from his eye, he kept a closer watch on the prince. He avoided the rushing attack, managing to trip the prince, knock him to the ground. He stretched himself over the writhing body, pinning Vegeta's hands above his head, holding him down until the older man stopped moving.

Vegeta snarled, his efforts to escape the baka's heavy body ineffective. He lay quietly, breathing heavily, searching for any possible opening that would allow him to regain the upper hand. The baka had learned to pin him better. He couldn't manage a groin shot this time: Kakarot had kept both legs between his own, hips pressed intimately together.

He drew one deep breath after another, not conceding. Kakarot wouldn't release him until he did, but he would find a way out instead. He watched the blood trickle down Kakarot's face, how the man kept having to blink it out of his eyes. Felt the hard length that pressed against him. He smirked, planting his feet and bucking his hips.

Kakarot moved with him, not allowing him to escape. The other man's greater weight and strength held him, but his cunning would set him free. He licked his lips, this time rolling his hips slightly as he bucked against Kakarot, pulling his arms up at the same time so the taller man fell against him a little more.

Goku blinked furiously. He didn't dare let one of Vegeta's arms free to wipe the blood; he'd get punched in the face. The man's bucking, rolling motions were arousing him more than he was willing to admit. However, two were perfectly capable of playing that game.

He'd made a serious tactical error. He'd believed Kakarot wouldn't play dirty. Demanding lips covered his, then slipped down his jaw. Teeth nibbled on the lobe of his ear, his neck. Hips thrust into his. He shrieked with rage, his power pulsing.

Goku drew back, fire in his eyes. "I like sparring this way!" he grinned, leaning over to drag his tongue over Vegeta's jaw. "Bet I could've got…" His voice trailed away, he sighed.

Vegeta sat up, eyes darting around the clearing. "Tired of fighting?" he sneered.

"Not really." The tired voice came from behind him. Vegeta whirled, finding Kakarot sitting there, pulling petals from a daisy that had survived their fight. "I just… realized something."

"And what would that be?" Vegeta started searching for his glove, concluding the spar over.

"He loves me not," Goku whispered, dropping the last petal. "We've fought together, protecting our families and this world, but you don't like me, do you? I'm friends with everyone else I didn't kill," a small pout, "but you don't have any use for me except sparring, do you?"

"We are as friendly as I care to be," Vegeta replied shortly. "Where the hell is my glove?"

"Three steps behind you and to the right, under a rock."

It was. Vegeta scowled at the other Saiyan, pulled it on. Kakarot met his scowl evenly, but without his customary grin. "Does it bother you that I am not as friendly as the Namek?"

He'd chosen Piccolo, knowing he rarely socialized. So he was surprised at the answer. "Well, yeah, I guess so. I mean, I see you for spars, and if you come out of the gravity room when Bulma has a party. Piccolo comes to visit. He doesn't stay long, usually, but he talks to me."

"Talks to you?" Smirking, Vegeta strolled across the battered ground to stand over Kakarot. "And what does a clown like you have to talk about?"

"My family. My training." Goku shrugged. "Being alien."

The silence stretched as Vegeta contemplated the younger man. "You want me to ask? I don't need to. Your youngest spends every waking moment with my eldest. Your training shows in how well or poorly you spar."

"And being alien?" Goku looked up at the prince. "We're the last of our kind. Our children… they're half-human. They belong to this world. Even Piccolo was born here. I… I don't remember anything about where I was born. I don't know very much about my family, except that my brother was a real jerk."

Vegeta's eyes iced over. He sat. "What do you want to know, Kakarot? Do you want to know how your father died? What your brother was like before you killed him?"

Goku shook his head. "I want to remember. I want to remember what my father looked like, and if he ever held me. I want to remember knowing my brother before… before he came here. He said he remembered the day I was sent away…"

"Of course he did. I remember it as well."

"You do?" Eagerly.

"It's not everyday that one's father, people, and world are wiped out. You were sent out the day Frieza destroyed our race. Raditz saw you as you were put in the pod, because he was entering his own. He only recognized you because of your resemblance to your father." Vegeta reached out, tracing over Kakarot's cheek. "A scar, here. Other than that, there is virtually no difference. You could be your father's twin."

"He was… a scientist? Didn't you tell me that, the first day we met?"

A slight sneer, that day being one Vegeta did not recall fondly. "Yes. He created the Moon Burst, allowing Saiyans to transform even on moonless worlds. He also lead the team that conquered Kanassa, a world Frieza's elite teams avoided. A brilliant fighter."

"How… how did he die?"

"Defying Frieza." Vegeta scowled. "The blast that killed him destroyed our world."

"Was your father… on the planet?"

"No. He was on Frieza's ship, trying to rescue me. He'd given me to Frieza."

"Given… what?!"

Vegeta was rather amused at Kakarot's outraged expression. "A political tactic, part of some stupid agreement. Father decided it wasn't worth it, and brought soldiers to rescue me."

"You were… in the hold. Frieza said that, on Namek."

"He was mistaken. I was on a mission, and they called to say that my planet had been destroyed, and I was the only known survivor," Vegeta corrected. (a/n: depending on which show you watch, of course, Vegeta was either there or off on a mission. I hate those little inconsistencies!!!! *snickers* But I'll use 'em.)

"Raditz and Nappa?"

"Raditz was on a mission. Nappa was aboard. He slept through the entire thing." Irritated, Vegeta rose, his stomach growling. Kakarot leapt to his feet as well.

"You wanna come to my house? Chi'll fix us something to eat."

"No." Vegeta took off toward Capsule Corp.

"I didn't think so." Goku stared down at his mutilated daisy. "Maybe… maybe someday…"

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I know, I know… but the plot bunny attacked me. I guess we get to find out what happened after all… *whimpers*