Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Odd Couple ❯ Peace and Familiarity ( Chapter 13 )

The Odd Couple, Chapter 13 by DharmaSerenity

Email: lilith8@adelphia.net

 

 

NC17 rating. - be warned - extremely graphic content. Warning: this is a YAOI FIC (male x male), my first Gk x V fic!.

 

Spoilers: everything up to the last episode of DBZ. This takes place before, and thus, negates DBGT.

 

I don't own DBZ or make any money from this story.

 

The story over all contains sexual situations between men, violence, and psychological melodrama

 

Hope you like it, and please, let me know what you think! Thanks for all the nice reviews, guys!!

 

 

 

 

Chapter 13 - Peace and Familiarity

 

 

 

Goku felt the other Saiyan's ki rise unmistakably and knew Kakarotto was going to attack, right there in the tent, with so many other Saiyans around.

 

“Let's go somewhere else for this!” Goku pleaded.

 

Goku and Vegeta felt Kakarotto's rising ki falter, Kakarotto surprised by the suggestion. Kakarotto almost looked to Vegeta as if in confirmation that he heard right.

 

Vegeta shrugged, “He's like that.”

 

Kakarotto sneered at Goku. “Fine. Follow me.”

 

Kakarotto turned, ready to fly out the tent through the side entrance, Goku following. But as Goku neared, Kakarotto whipped around with a well-timed kick to Goku's face. Goku stopped in mid-air, an impressing of a boot in his cheek. But the blow didn't seem to affect Goku, except to make him angry as he glared at Kakarotto as Kakarotto regarded Goku in astonishment.

 

Goku, lightning quick, almost hard to see he was that fast, whipped around and delivered a kick of his own, which sent the Saiyan mercenary tearing through another nearby tent and perhaps further, but they couldn't see.

 

Goku landed in defensive stance and waited.

 

All the Saiyans, but for Vegeta, stared at Goku in stupefaction.

 

No one, NO ONE had ever landed a shot so squarely or so brutally on Kakarotto.

 

Nardon looked as if his eyes would fall out of his head. He had suspected Vegeta would be the one to reckon with, but the larger Saiyan was without a doubt beyond anything he had ever seen and the realization, with so little time to fully ponder the fact, was a little more than the young Saiyan could absorb.

 

Vegeta cautioned Goku, “None of the yellow stuff.”

 

Goku, still in defensive stance, glanced back at Vegeta, who merely returned the look. Goku nodded in understanding.

 

It was bad enough that he more than likely stripped away all respect and dignity from the unstable Kakarotto, the last thing he needed to do was flare into the Super Saiyan form, at any level, if that was something these Saiyans had never seen before.

 

It took a few moments, but they finally heard a roaring mad Saiyan come flying back. Kakarotto entered the tent again, looking truly crazed, his mouth bleeding from the kick and his clothing covered in food from falling through another feasting tent.

 

Kakarotto glared, snarling, regarding Goku in unmistakable hate.

 

“Look, we just came here to talk peace. I don't want to fight you. Just calm down!”

 

Goku's reasoning tone was a mistake. If anything, it sent Kakarotto further over the edge. No one dared to ever give him an order and he was at his limit. Saiyans from all over the camp started to gather.

 

Vegeta turned around to give them all a challenging look. It said, “If you want any of this, be my guest.”

 

Kakarotto charged and Goku easily intercepted him, throwing him effortlessly against the table he had been sitting at just a few moments before. The table, made of sturdy wood, was splintered easily. In indignity, Kakarotto stood up, snarling, growling in such hate that he seemed to be biting his own lips in the process, further producing blood that dripped from his handsome face.

 

“Look! I don't want to hurt you. Just stop it!” Goku implored.

 

Kakarotto's eyes disappeared into white blankness as he flared his power. All Saiyans that had gathered to watch the fight, as curious and blood thirsty as they were, backed away from the entrance at the sight.

 

Kakarotto charged again and this time Goku had to parry with him, the other Saiyan finally showing some real strength, but soon it was evident that Goku was faster, stronger and was holding back a great deal.

 

Goku threw Kakarotto down on the ground again, and Kakarotto, grabbing a handful of dirt off the floor, threw it in Goku's face, blinding him. Goku screamed in pain at the grit in his eyes.

 

Vegeta, standing off to the side, grunted, “Dirty bastard.” Still, he had to admire Kakarotto's win-at-all-costs attitude.

 

Kakarotto, with the opportunity, spun in mid-air, a blur, and timed a kick to the side of Goku's head. But Goku, eyes closed, trying to flood out the grit in his eyes with tears, blinded yet knowing exactly where Kakarotto was in the air, put up an arm that seemed little strained, and grabbed hold of Kakarotto's leg. Goku, eyes still closed, threw Kakarotto to the ground like a rag doll.

 

Goku's eyesight managed to clear up just enough to see that the mad Saiyan had landed on the ground with such force that a large crater had opened up around him. Kakarotto was hurt, his spine having suffered a major blow.

 

Everyone around the tent just stared at Goku in silence and fear.

 

Goku turned around and regarded the crowd. He felt nervous with so many Saiyan eyes upon him at once. Were they all going to attack him?

 

A clear voice was suddenly heard in the tent and everyone gasped. Goku turned to see who it was that spoke and he gasped too.

 

At the back of the tent appeared another Saiyan, tall and handsome, who bore a great resemblance to Goku's long departed brother, Radditz. But he was leaner and lithe of body. He wore a long robe over his tall frame that spoke of some kind of command.

 

The tall Saiyan walked over and looked at a pained Kakarotto who convulsed on the ground, spittle and blood gathering at the corners of the wounded Saiyan's mouth. Raddoon looked down at Kakarotto in shock and then looked up at the Saiyan that caused the injury, a Saiyan that could be the twin of his injured favorite.

 

Raddoon's astonishment was evident, but there were other things reflected in his eyes as well, such as respect, fear and perhaps a little hatred too.

 

“I'm sorry I hurt him. I tried to reason with him. We are just here to talk peace. Please. I'm assuming you are Raddoon?”

 

Raddoon nodded. “Yes, I am.” Raddoon then looked at Vegeta and Nardon. He saw the same look of astonishment on Nardon's face that everyone else bore, but the small one just looked pleased as punch and not at all surprised.

 

Raddoon spoke to two Saiyans standing nearby and asked them to bring Kakarotto to a tent where they could look after his wounds. He then regarded Goku.

 

“So, you speak for Vegitsen?”

 

Goku's shoulders slumped, Goku thinking, Not again!

 

“No, he doesn't. But since he is from your clan we thought it best to for him to broach the subject,” Vegeta interjected, his arms folded.

 

Raddoon turned cold eyes on the slight warrior. He sized up Vegeta. Raddoon clearly saw the smirk of confidence on the smaller Saiyan's face and suspected that the look, in reference to what his friend had just done, was due to similar ability. Raddoon made a mental note to watch this one.

 

“Fine. We'll talk. Follow me.”

 

And Raddoon turned to leave, the three visiting Saiyans expected to follow him. Goku smiled at Vegeta as they left the tent.

 

Raddoon lead them to his own tent. Guards parted upon his approach, staring at all three visiting Saiyans as they followed Raddoon inside. Raddoon told the guards to take leave. He saw the power used by the one visiting Radditsen and knew that his guards were no match anyway.

 

Raddoon indicated a table against the tent wall laden with food and wine. “Help yourselves.”

 

Raddoon sat on a pile of furs and pillows against the back of the tent and waited. Goku's stomach rumbled at the sight of the food. He ran over to the table, stuffing food into his mouth greedily. Vegeta walked over and handed Goku a plate with a resigned look on his face as to his friend's ill manners. Goku, with a face full of roasted turkey, grinned sheepishly and grabbed the plate to fill it.

 

Nardon didn't bother with food, his nerves all in a jangle after what he had just witnessed. He grabbed a heaping glass of wine for himself, though.

 

Once they had their food and drink with them, they sat cross-legged on the furs and pillows and waited for some kind of indication from Raddoon that he was ready to talk.

 

The exchange at the table did not escape Raddoon's notice and now he stared at the bruise on Goku's neck as Goku busily ate in contentment. Also not escaping Raddoon's notice was the gentle nature of the large Saiyan that had so easily injured his favorite.

 

Vegeta stared back at Raddoon, a slight smile curling his lips. Raddoon shared a look with him that said, Oh, I've noticed you too. Don't worry.

 

Raddoon asked them their names and what tribes they belonged to. Vegeta and Goku let Nardon say they all came from the same tribe ruled by Vegit.

 

“So, talk, if you want to talk.” Raddoon said to all three.

 

Nardon, clearing his throat, began. He went over Vegit's wishes, happy to finally be getting this underway.

 

Vegeta and Goku listened to Nardon as the young Saiyan spoke clearly, intelligently, with conviction in his voice as he expressed how important it was for all Saiyans to stay united at this time. He reasoned with Raddoon, extending an offer for Raddoon to lead the Radditsen under his brother's rule.

 

Raddoon interrupted him. “Why does Vegit assume he is the best Saiyan to lead? Yes, he did coordinate the war, but he has had little contact with our people. Why should we all suddenly bow before him?”

 

“If we unite, we will make every effort to include Radditsen into our fold. We will not keep former hostilities. We are willing to overlook past deeds. You know of what I speak.”

 

Raddoon drank from his wine, swilling around the rest in his cup, thinking. “If we do this, and we are betrayed, I can guarantee a bloodbath. My people will not be treated as inferior dogs to the Vegitsen. And I can further guarantee that when Kakarotto recuperates,” Raddoon gave Goku a pointed look, silencing the munching sounds emitting from the large Saiyan, “he would be more than willing to lead such an army against the Vegitsen. Perhaps today he was proven to be an inferior warrior in a direct fight against this one,” Raddoon nodded at Goku, “but you know his ability to lead an army of Saiyans. You know what he is capable of as a tactician. Do not take today's defeat as his death sentence. If anything, after today, he will scream for all Vegitsen blood.”

 

Vegeta interrupted Nardon before he could speak. “So we are to take it, then, that you will give this peace a try first?”

 

Raddoon regarded the confident Saiyan in silence for a moment, the two seeming to share a secret communication. “Yes,” was the simple answer.

 

* * *

 

The three Saiyans flew back to the Vegitsen camp, Nardon peppering Goku with question after question along the way. Vegeta thought it best to answer for Goku.

 

“How did you defeat him so easily?”

 

“Training.”

 

“What battles have you fought before?”

 

“Too many to remember.”

 

“Did you fight under a particular master?”

 

“No, Kakarot goes from one master to another. He's quite greedy that way.”

 

“Are you a high ranking warrior in your tribe?”

 

Vegeta just laughed. When Goku looked at him in annoyance, Vegeta relented. “He's too busy training to lead anyone else.”

 

“Can you teach me how to move as quickly??”

 

Vegeta let Goku handle this one. Goku giggled at the astonished awe on Nardon's face, then said, “Sure! I'll teach you.”

 

Vegeta smirked.

 

* * *

 

They reported back to Vegit, who seemed pleased enough to try to scoop up Vegeta once more into a bear hug. Of course, Vegeta was having none of it and roughly pushed out of the embrace, landing on his feet and looking ruffled once more. Vegit boomed laughter and scooped up Goku instead, who giggled happily.

 

Nardon had the unmistakable look of someone that wanted a word alone with his brother, no doubt to tell him of everything that Goku had done to Kakarotto, so Vegeta and Goku left the tent. They wandered around the camp, but Goku began to feel the same discomfort at all the stares as he felt the day before. And Vegeta noticed how the women seemed to appreciate the Vegitsen attire on Goku all the more.

 

Goku started to hear the same grunting from Vegeta that he had heard the night before and as if in answer his neck throbbed from where Vegeta had bit him, reminding him of what he wanted to avoid. Goku said quickly, “I'm kind of tired. I think I'm going back to our tent.”

 

“Yeah, I could use some rest myself,” Vegeta agreed.

 

* * *

 

Vegeta lay in the white fur, his eyes closed, resting lightly. His tail tapped up and down lazily next to him.

 

Another pit fire burned, lighting the room in a golden glow and warming it nicely.

 

Goku was helping himself to the freshly laden food on the small table. He munched busily on salted pork and buttered bread and drank from the clean, fresh water provided for them in a jug.

 

As Goku chewed he looked down happily at the content and resting Vegeta. Goku's eyes traveled along Vegeta's body and settled on the hint of navel evident above the waistband of Vegeta's braes. Goku stared at that navel, having hardly ever seen it but for the few times they had been intimate together.

 

It looked sweet and teasing, a soft, delicate spot on the hard warrior's body. Goku felt himself grow hot just looking at it, wanting to touch and taste it.

 

And then Goku thought, Why not?

 

Goku took a big gulp of water, swilling it around his mouth to clean it of all the food he had just consumed. He quietly put the jug down, and tiptoed over to his side of the furs.

Goku crawled over, trying not to disturb Vegeta, or tip him off as to what he was about to do.

 

Goku leaned over and lightly trailed his tongue along the top outer edge of Vegeta's navel, the rest still hidden under Vegeta's braes.

 

Vegeta hardly reacted, just a small smirk at the corner of his mouth the only evidence that he was even aware this was happening. Vegeta kept his eyes closed.

 

Goku, not having been yelled at or anything, took that as a good sign to continue. He traced his tongue along it again, and slightly pulled on the waistband of the braes so that he could get to the rest. Goku pointed his tongue and lazily danced it in and out of Vegeta's navel, and felt the slighter Saiyan tremble just a hint in response.

 

Goku pulled on one of the thongs lacing up the side of Vegeta's braes and started to undo it as he continued to lightly lick at Vegeta's abdomen, letting his tongue circle along the washboard abs, creating wet little figure-eights that dried, cooling, in the air.

 

Goku undid one side of the braes and pulled the front flap aside, watching in happiness as Vegeta's erection sprang free. Goku hadn't been sure that he was having any effect on the Saiyan Prince for how quiet he was being. But obviously, the desired effect had been achieved.

 

Goku moved his lips and tongue lower, delighting in the hard flesh, muscles lying just under the surface of smooth skin. He licked lightly above the hairline of Vegeta's pubic region, sneaking a peek at Vegeta's need straining next to his face. Goku saw the head of Vegeta's cock glistening with beads of precum and wanted to taste that next. Goku lifted his head, and trailed his tongue lazily along it, lapping up the sticky nectar. Vegeta's breath quickened this time and Goku contained a smirk of delight as he brought his mouth gently over the full tip, sucking at it slightly.

 

Goku started to undo the laced thongs on the other side of Vegeta's braes, as he swirled his tongue around the cock head in his mouth. With the braes fully undone now, Goku pulled down the front flap all the way. He lowered his head, taking in more of Vegeta as he pulled down on the braes, Vegeta lifting his pelvis to accommodate him.

 

Goku reached down and tried to undo one boot, but it was the wrong trajectory - he would have to break contact to get Vegeta's boots off. He was about to do just that to get to them but the Saiyan Prince kicked the boots off himself. Goku pulled on the braes and Vegeta kicked those off as well. Goku, delighting in the way he could see Vegeta's pelvis straining in yearning need, also noticing how Vegeta moved his nude lower body, rubbing it into the soft fur, appearing to thrill in the feel of it. The furs did feel delicious against bare skin.

 

Goku teased his tongue over the slit in Vegeta's cock head and finally, heard a moan escape Vegeta's lips in response. Goku then licked down the underside of Vegeta's shaft as he gently coaxed Vegeta to open his legs. The Saiyan Prince did so in an indulgent way, rubbing his body against the fur and arching into Goku's hot mouth as his body trembled in the delights of his senses.

 

Goku tasted all the way down until he could lick one of Vegeta's balls, taking as much of Vegeta's sack into his mouth. The musk coming off of Vegeta down there was intoxicating, making Goku so hard in reaction. Goku thought he would lose his mind and broke contact, having to come up for air.

 

Goku trailed kisses along Vegeta's hard inner thigh, dipping his tongue in the crevices created by prominent thigh muscles. Soft kisses tickled the Saiyan Prince's knee next. A slither of wet tongue made its way down to a foot. Goku lifted the whole leg into the air, bringing the foot up to his mouth, Goku now kneeling upright. Goku licked the outer edge of ankle and the underside of a Princely foot, until some small toes collected in his mouth. Goku felt Vegeta's other foot press and rub the bulge in his braes back and forth.

 

With Vegeta's big toe in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, Goku opened his eyes and met Vegeta's smoldering gaze. Vegeta was so aroused it looked painful.

 

But Goku wasn't anywhere near finished with him.

 

Goku put the strong leg down and placed wet kisses on the taut, muscled abdomen yet again, this time moving upward. He unclasped the vest and licked a wet line between two prominent pectorals. Pushing aside the vest with his face, Goku pressed a hot wet mouth over one hard nipple, sucking and pulling at it, then blowing on it to cool it into a hard point. Up closer now Goku heard strangled tiny whimpers emitting from masculine lips. Goku turned lust ridden eyes on his Prince, indulging in a warm hand sweeping across Vegeta's abdomen.

 

Goku loved the little noises and deep rumbling purrs coming from the strong Saiyan's throat. Goku indulged in burying his face against a warm neck as both Saiyans pushed off the opened leather vest. Vegeta's jugular pulsed under his lips but Goku only licked the salty skin, loving the feel of Vegeta's life essence just a thin layer of skin away from his lips.

 

An ear was taken next, hot breath whispering into it and the older Saiyan cried out, his body's every nerve alive now. Goku traced his warm mouth along a strong, chiseled jaw, then hot flesh met hot as their tongues entwined between their mouths, their kiss bordering on the desperate.

 

Goku's control was near its end, whimpering sounds now escaping from his throat and lips as he broke the kiss, tasting his way down a hard Adams Apple, drizzling his tongue in the dip of throat that met collar bone, licking a heated wet line to a strong shoulder.

 

Vegeta practically writhed now, his ache for the larger Saiyan intensifying. Goku buried his face between shoulder and fur and pushed, coaxing the Saiyan Prince to turn over and lie on his stomach. Soft kisses down Vegeta's spine followed next.

 

Vegeta heard leather thongs roughly pulled at and boots hurriedly being kicked off behind him. He smirked, knowing what Goku had in mind for him.

 

And then Vegeta felt Goku's lips and tongue, wet and warm against the base of his tail. Vegeta's tail, of itself, twirled around Goku's neck and head. It threatened to squeeze but Vegeta controlled it, just barely. Vegeta's body was taut now, fingers grabbing fistfuls of white fur, as the Saiyan warrior panted his own hot breath raggedly.

 

Goku gently stroked Vegeta's tail as he continued to circle its base with his tongue. Goku undid his own vest and slipped it off, now fully undressed as well.

 

The furs felt so warm and soft, adding further to their arousal.

 

Goku gently parted Vegeta's buttocks and licked his wet way down to run the tip of his tongue against Vegeta's pert opening. Vegeta hissed in delirium, his hard-on rubbing back and forth against the fur bedding. Goku knew there wasn't much more strength in Vegeta to hold out and his own need was growing in such strength that he would have to act now if he wanted to have them reach in the most fulfilling way. Goku reached over and grabbed the thick lubricant from its pot by the bedding and gently slathered some on Vegeta's opening, just under his gaze, Goku watching his own fingers' movements with care and love.

 

Goku felt the Saiyan Prince tremble under his fingers, and Goku could hear his own version of the purr coming from deep within his own throat.

 

Goku slid his body up along Vegeta's back and pressed his mouth to Vegeta's neck and shoulder again as he reached down to take Vegeta's throbbing erection in his fist. He then nudged his lubricated member into Vegeta's tightness, hearing the husky gasp come from the older Saiyan's mouth, muffled, pressed against the furs.

 

Vegeta's whole body quivered under Goku and Goku, reached his other hand up to entwine his fingers with Vegeta's against the white fur, almost as an act to comfort the Saiyan Prince. Goku slowly thrust in and out of Vegeta, pumping his fist over Vegeta's need in time to each thrust, so that both of them could get used to the delicious sensations. Soon, though, their breathing and moaning grew in intensity and it was clear that both wanted, needed more. Goku moved his body faster, now slick with sweat, sliding against the wet, taut skin of his lover underneath him.

 

Vegeta let out pained little whimpers and finally groaned out “Kakarot,” as Goku started to whine, almost scream, his mouth open, grunting and moaning in pleasure and pain.

 

Vegeta, in the several times they had been together, had never heard or seen Goku lose control as he was now. Goku's hands were all over the Saiyan Prince in a rough flurry. Goku's hips moved so fast now, so hard against Vegeta, their bodies so slick with sweat, that both grunted as wet skin slapped against wet skin.

 

Vegeta was grabbing at the fur in great big handfuls that may have even disturbed the earth underneath, fists full of substance in an urge to grab hold of anything.

 

They both grunted furiously, snarling, sounding like wild beasts as the Saiyan Prince threw his body back into his lover's time and time again, meeting thrust for thrust.

 

Goku couldn't take it anymore, the blood trickling down his chin from where he had bitten himself several times to gain control. He threw his head back, spiky hair wet in drenching sweat falling to his shoulders as he let rip a scream that carried throughout the entire camp, causing many Saiyans to stop in their tracks and smirk.

 

Vegeta, having met Goku's thrusts so hard, having actually risen onto his hands and knees to do so, also let go, and felt hot seed squirt against the back of one wrist that propped him up, the rest of the seed soaking the furs beneath them. He grunted over and over again, his body pressing into the large Saiyan who pounded into him the last of his own squirting cum in a sweaty fury.

 

Goku collapsed heavily on Vegeta, sending both down to the furs again. Vegeta grunted, landing on wet fur, the wind nearly knocked out of him. There was a moment of annoyance, but he was too exhausted and satisfyingly spent to even care.

 

Goku sighed contentedly and whispered, “Vegeta,” into the sweaty neck and hair of his lover beneath him. Moments later, soft snoring escaped the larger Saiyan's smiling lips.

 

Vegeta popped open an eye thinking maybe he should move the big Saiyan, thinking he would probably be smothered in his sleep if he didn't, but then Vegeta's eyes soon drooped, as well, into blissful slumber.