Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ This Time Imperfect ❯ Remembering ( Chapter 2 )

This Time Imperfect
Chapter 2

The day I met my older brother was also the day I died… It didn’t really faze me because death was just like living. I got to keep my body. Hell, I even got hungry and ate real food! I wasn’t surprised, being a man of adventure and a magnet for trouble. Twenty-two years old, and I’d already seen and done more than most normal people did in a lifetime.

I took it in stride and aimed for the tail end of snake-way where I would find the great King Kai. It wasn’t long from then that Earth would be in trouble again. Radditz spoke of the saiyans and how the comm. link in his scouter had warned his accomplices of what they would be expecting upon arrival in one year’s time. Unknowingly, the secret of the dragonballs had been revealed and that was the initial reason for their forthcoming. Having me for a punching bag was just icing on the cake.

I was expected to step up to the plate (as usual) and return to the land of the living a stronger warrior. That could only happen with many months of intense training (which I had plenty of). How else would I have accomplished the Kaioken?

Vegeta…

If he hadn’t come… Would I have still been happy if I hadn’t known what the future would bring? I can’t say that I hadn’t thought about it a million times over. I lay in a hospital bed with Gohan in another bed to the left of me. I was bandaged practically from head to toe; my body broken in so many places the Doctor wondered how I was still alive.

…he didn’t know that I’ve already died once… but try explaining THAT one. Heh.

The first night we spent in the hospital I didn’t sleep. I couldn’t. No human drug known could sedate me, which was an even bigger shock. If I didn’t move the pain was tolerable. The morphine did little to alleviate it.

In the darkness, all around me the world was still alive but deep inside I felt dead. There was nothing left in this universe for me to compare myself to, save for the prince of all saiyans. I closed my eyes, and could see him clear as day, growling that name he insisted on calling me.

I listened to the sounds of the hospital staff lingering in the hallway, my wife speaking in a low voice to one of the orderlies about our son. I sighed, allowing my thoughts to linger to the fight and found that I could not resist the onslaught of memories that had occurred earlier that day…

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“KAKAROTT!!!!”

We rolled and tumbled down the mountainside, fists flying and energy crackling. The Earth was torn asunder as we descended the steep incline, stones pelting us like rain. He grabbed fistfuls of my hair, snarling and spitting, and pulled with all his might.

I yowled in pain and flared my chi, feeling as if my scalp was being ripped off. “THAT FUCKING HURT YOU ASSHOLE! LETS SEE HOW THIS FEELS!!!” I took him by the head, biceps straining and plowed the back of his skull into solid rock. Dirt and stone sprayed back at me and I turned my head away.

Temporarily stunned, he yelled something in a strange language and loosened his grip.

I grit my teeth and pushed him down when he began to slip from my grasp, sending more rock and dust into the air. Unfortunately, he recovered a little too quickly and punched me square in the jaw, making stars dance before my eyes. I immediately arched backward, blood bubbling in my mouth from a bitten cheek.

Vegeta thrashed and struggled under me and I forced myself to regain control again but then we broke into a tumble, pushed close together by the force of gravity. We held on to each other, neither willing to give up the fight and break away to enable the other to gain an upper hand.

The spinning and rolling continued for a moment longer and it was all I could do to keep from tearing his throat out when we finally came to a stop on a ledge. It seemed sturdy enough to hold the two of us without crumbling and I pinned him under me with my entire body and dug my fingers into his neck. The inside of my mouth throbbed and I fought a wave of dizziness and ignored the pain as blood dribbled down my chin.

He shook and snarled, bucking like a mad bull. "GetOFFAMEAKAKAR-TT!!" he choked, pounding me with a barrage of punches (which hurt like hell).

"NO!" I yelled, my face close to his. I held him fast, every muscle in my body screaming to let go.

Vegeta hesitated to glare at me for all he was worth since struggling proved to be fruitless.

I stared back down at him, panting to catch my breath and waited for the ache from the blows to my head to ebb. "I’m going to kill you," I said matter-of-factly.

"Oh really?" He wheezed, his breath hot and sweet on my face. Something in his eyes seemed to change and he tilted his face up, mouth partially open and hovering a little too close.

I blushed, realizing the proximity we shared, our noses almost touching. The flux of energy dissipated and those eyes bore into me with a force that could've burned holes into my forehead. "...Why are you hesitating Kakarott?" he said huskily. "Weren't you going to kill me?" A tongue darted out to clean the trail of blood from my chin to the corner of my mouth.

I froze then quickly turned my face away, not liking where that could have gone.

He chuckled, "Why so shy?"

Something warm and furry drew slow and deliberate circles at the small of my back, making me squirm. My face flushed hotter at our compromising position, which worsened the more I moved. My thighs were parted, hugging his sides to immobilize him and our chests pressed firmly together. I could feel his heart beating rapidly through his clothes and wondered if he could feel mine doing the same. I knew this was wrong. I had a wife and child.... To go further would be committing the ultimate sin.

"Join me Kakarott," he whispered. "Together we could dominate the universe...."

"No."

"!!" Vegeta blinked, leveling me with a look of sheer disbelief. Slowly, the lines in his face appeared and his brows drew close together in a frown. "What. Did. You. Say..?"

"NO!" I said again, pushing myself up to widen the space between us.

Apparently he didn’t appreciate my response because a growl was the only warning I got before the world was turned upside down with me on my back.

"Let. GO!" I kicked up.

He backhanded me. "YOU FUCKING INGRATE!" he roared. "I JUST OFFERED YOU EVERYTHING!!!” He shook me like a rag doll. “NO ONE HAS EVER REFUSED VEGETA AND LIVED TO TELL THE TALE!!!"

"I'M NOT A KILLER!" I yelled back, wrinkling my nose.

"NNNNNNrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRrrr!!" Pointblank, he cold-cocked me with an audible crack.

My teeth jarred upon impact and for a startling moment I was sure he’d broken my jaw. The stab of pain had been so intense I nearly blacked out. Thankfully, I was able to keep my wits about me enough that I grabbed his arm with both my hands to stop him. That did nothing because the other hand was still free, which earned me another knock to my head.

I sniffed. "GOd-DAMN IT!!" Without thinking, I hooked him 'round the waist with my legs and as I was just about to catch both wrists, I suddenly stopped.

What...WAS that...? Nostrils flared. Where was it coming from? The ground? The Air? Was it...? I leaned up, curiosity piqued.

Vegeta's snarling ceased and he tilted his head as if he'd heard something then narrowed his eyes back down at me. I caught sight of his tail thrashing angrily behind him, fizzed to twice its size. The look he gave me was lethal but I remained concentrated on that smell.

He shifted and I felt something like a growl rise from my throat before I could restrain it and he rumbled a similar response.

A smile tugged at my lips and I made that sound again, loving the way it made me feel all warm inside...like being safe or when I'd stroke Bulma's cat and he'd purr and purr, arching up against my hand and rubbing his little face against my fingers... The noise got louder.

"Kakarott....," he said in a rumbling voice, which sounded more like "Kakarrrrrrrrooottrrrrr" because of that purring noise. God the smell was getting stronger. I couldn't think anymore and I looked straight at him, my eyelids heavy. It was him...The delicious smell, like spice and ...something I couldn't name...It smelled really really nice. It came from him and the closer he leaned toward me, the better it got.

"kakrrrrrrooottrrrr.." He said again, the tension leaving his features.

I felt strange and my jaw went slack in order to breathe and taste the thin space between us. A powerful desire and a voice in my mind began to speak in an alien language like the one I heard Vegeta saying earlier. I shook my head but it persisted and the sensations I began to experience continued to increase.

It felt like I was changing again, remembering that same feeling I'd get around those times of the year when I had to leave home to be alone. Moments like that were when Chichi said I got scary and my eyes changed color and I'd get really rough in bed with her...that same feeling was inside me, itching.... It ached in my bones and made my temperature rise.

I bent my face up a little more and sniffed him, nuzzling his cheek. My entire body trembled as I purred, a sound I hadn’t made since Gohan was a baby. Chichi forbade me from doing it. She said it reminded her of a big scary beast and that normal people don't make sounds like that. I didn't understand why she hated it so much because I always felt really happy when I did.

"MmmRRRrrr," He rubbed against me, nose pressed against the side of my face and snuffled my ear.

I grinned toothily, the smell reminding me of something good, something BETTER than food! My stomach felt funny and I licked him, just a little flick of my tongue. YES. I dragged my tongue across his skin. He tasted even better than he smelled!

The purring got louder, if that were possible and it was to the point that I didn't know who was doing it. I didn't care. I wanted him and nothing else. It was as if I'd forgotten everything aside from him; the world did not exist... "Vegiiitrrrrr," I purred and was immediately stunned into silence with a kiss that stole my breath.

Heat spanned my body, leaving no part of me untouched. I hooked my feet to tighten my hold on his middle and it was then that something else was brought to my attention. Something hard and hot was pressing against my....

He thrust his hips as if he'd read my thoughts and I gasped, eyes rolling back. Jesus... No one...Chichi nev-- "NNGH!" I temporarily broke our connection, finding it difficult to breathe... I gasped. The separation didn't last long and before I had the chance to protest, his teeth caught my bottom lip to pull me back into the kiss so that he could resume possessively sucking on my tongue.

I shuddered, moving in time to his dry thrusts, our pace quickening in a desperate need to find release.

Someone coughed and I jumped at the sound, startled out of my reverie and back into reality. …..!!! I blinked in the darkness as if that would clear the images still playing out that moment like a movie.

…What came over me? I tried to twist away from it but even the slightest movement made it impossible to bear. Where the hell was the sensu…?

Not long ago he… Damn it. What is WRONG with me? Groaning, I felt my insides twist. I could still feel him, igniting every part of my body that he touched. Why didn’t I fight him? How had it gotten to that point so quickly without me even realizing what was happening…? I didn’t think I was even capable of feeling that way about a man, let alone KISS one…

I gasped, unable to restrain myself when I inhaled too deeply, thus, alerting my less injured friend Kuririn. He rose from his chair at the end of the bed, one arm in a sling and offered me his good hand. I took it and he gave a reassuring squeeze.

“I’m sure Korrain’s beans will be ready soon,” he whispered. “We’ll get you fixed up real good and then we can get out of here and take care of more important things…”

I managed a nod and bit my lip, realizing that there was a small wound there and tasted blood. Had he bitten me? I sucked on it, and frowned at the image that came to mind, wanting so much to hate him for tempting me.

The door cracked, shedding a line of white light across the floor. “Goku?”

“Bul-ma…”

The door opened further, only enough that she could slip through and she padded lightly across the linoleum to my bedside. “Hey there,” she greeted me quietly. I could hear the smile in her voice and I returned the gesture though I wasn’t sure she saw it.

“He isn’t feeling very good,” Kuririn said.

“Nh…m’fine,” I lied.

“Bullshit,” Bulma replied softly, leaning close so that she could see me better. “You haven’t slept a wink. Those saiyans still on your mind?” She laid her hand, palm down, over my forehead and I leaned into her touch.

“You know me too well…”

“We grew up together. I’m practically your sister, doofus.”

Light from the hallway filled the room and I fell silent at the figure of my wife standing at the door like a soldier. “What’s the matter?” she asked firmly, her brow knit. “Is everything alright?”

I swallowed dryly and couldn’t understand why I felt so sick all the sudden… I couldn’t help it. I wanted it… I WANTED HIM and I didn’t even know WHY I did.

I couldn’t look at her. It was like she already knew and I hadn’t told anyone… They couldn’t know. No one. We’d stopped when I heard Gohan and Kuririn calling out to me but in my mind the damage had already been done. Somehow I felt that I was marked… That moment would remain with me forever.

I was afraid that she might find out… The ‘change’ was upon me again even though it had weakened considerably since being separated from Vegeta. Still, she would see it because we’d been together long enough for her to know what was happening. There wasn’t a mirror around to find out if I still had the color in my eyes…

When Chichi and the others had arrived to take us home after I had allowed Vegeta to escape, she treated me like I had the plague. Her attention was focused solely on Gohan and I guess I was glad because I felt too ashamed of myself. It must’ve been obvious that I wasn’t well. I didn’t feel good at all and a greater part of that wasn’t even the fact that many bones in my body were broken.

I think Bulma understood what was happening. She was the first to examine me before I was loaded into the plane. She didn’t say anything. Bless her soul. She’s always been able to read me… Sometimes I think she knows me better than I know myself.

I often wonder if there have been secrets she’s kept from me… I don’t know how she managed to talk the doctors through the whole mess that had followed the x-rays that were taken of me. They’d put me in this big machine that was a lot like a tube and I lay on a flat bed that moved through it. She stormed in there like she owned the place (and I think she does because she IS the richest woman in the world) and made a big deal about how important it was that my personal life remains confidential because I’ve risked my life to save the world many times over.

So I don’t know what she knows… Admittedly, I’m a little scared to find out.


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To be Continued….