Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ This Time Imperfect ❯ Realizing Our Bond ( Chapter 5 )

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I wanted to hold him longer, to will life back into his body but he simply lay there against me, heavy and indifferent. Why couldn�t I make it all better? Isn�t that why I was there in the first place? Wasn�t it my purpose in life to be everyone�s hero? Why did the one person in the universe that made me feel wanted and whole have to die?

Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.24.2009 | Updated On: 02.24.2009 | Pages: 18 | Words: 19.3K | Visits: 941 | Status: Work In Progress

“This Time Imperfect”

Chapter 5

Disclaimer: Actual Japanese and English dialogue and situations were derived from many of the canon episodes of the Namek/Freiza Saga, Seasons 2 and 3. Episodes 70-86. All rights to Dragonball Z are copy written to Akira Toriyama, Bird Studio/Shueisha, Toei Animation and Funimation Productions, Inc.

Otherwise, the overall idea and that of Goku's point of view is a product of my imagination.

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I wanted to stay and talk more, at least long enough to have some of Bunni's awesome lemonade. I never stayed to reminisce and Bunni had yet to emerge from the house with my drink when the hatch was closed and the engines roared to life. I waved to the good Doctor from one of the port holes and he smiled and waved back.

“Safe travels,” he mouthed, knowing I couldn't hear him.

The ship shimmied and shook, rising steadily from the ground and I gripped the edge of the window's metal frame to keep from slipping, wondering idly if I should have buckled up somewhere. It didn't matter, I guess. I can handle a little turbulence and honestly this was nothing compared to being blown from the sky in a free fall.

I was in complete awe as the place I considered a second home became a mere dot on the landscape. I rose higher and higher above Earth, clouds and shades of blue blurred past my line of vision until at last in a glorious instant I hung weightless in the air.

The edge of the blue-green planet loomed like a monsters through the void of space. I gazed with wide eyes into the vast kaleidoscope of stars. I laughed with child-like glee, the adventurous side of me stirring to rejoice in my union with the cosmic mystery of space.

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I'm on a journey to a place I've never been in search of my loved ones and of a man I barely know. A war is being waged between my heart and my mind and though I should not feel this way for a man, I cannot deny my attraction. He has possessed me.

“Possessed…”

I turned the word around in my mind and laid back to stare at the ceiling. I pushed him as far back from the forefront as I dared to and acquiesced to more pressing matters.

Two weeks had passed since I left Earth and I was still not there. `How fast is this ship anyway?' I should've asked.

In the days that I'd drawn nearer to the mysterious planet Namek, I sensed a dark and malevolent energy reaching across the immensity of space. It was nothing like I'd ever felt before and I was gripped with an indisputable sense of fear.

“Who or what will I face?” I asked myself.

Even after all the intense training I'd done and the calamities I'd faced in my travels, was I prepared for the inevitable confrontation with my greatest enemy yet?

I shivered against the biting cold though I knew I should have been warm beneath the many layers of bed covers. A part of me wanted to get up and adjust the thermostat but I never did. I was too exhausted. After dealing with a nearly fatal breakdown of the gravity machine, my body had maxed itself out enduring the fluctuation of 100 plus gravity. I was gratefully alive but once the problem had been fixed I didn't have the strength to do much else than drag myself to bed.

Regardless of all that I'd been through, sleep evaded me. My brain refused to shut down, racing with thoughts of my training and that of my friends, my son, and…

“No.” I curled into a fetal position, pressing the balls of my hands against my eyes till they ached. “I won't think about him!”

He has all but consumed my dreams completely. I close my eyes and though he never speaks I know he is there behind me. I can hear him breathing, I feel his touch, and I can smell the sweet muskiness of his scent. Even after I've awakened, somehow it had embedded itself in my clothes.

“How is it possible?” I wondered. “How is it that it feels so real even when I'm not asleep? How can one person, whom I had briefly fought for a few hours suddenly, take such a command in my life?

I felt like I was losing my mind. My imagination was getting carried away with me to a point that I believed that my dreams were more than elaborate visions. I spent those nights burning in my bed, trying not to see him again in my mind, trying not to feel him, but in one swift motion he was there as always.

I begged him to leave me alone, to leave me in peace and that I wanted nothing to do with him for fear of betraying my family. Yet, with all the pleading, he mockingly reappeared to taunt me.

“God damn you.” I tried several times to strike out at him but my fist never hit anything solid. He merely faded like a ghost and rematerialized somewhere else further away or at other times pressed firmly against my backside.

He did things to me, things beyond my experience. I was immobilized by the power he had over me. It bothered me that I could submit myself so willingly as if I were nothing more than a mere slave.

Naturally, he never seemed to mind but with each passing night as the story continued to unfold, my irritation grew till at last I fought back and won. I couldn't believe how simple it was. I suppose it was my own fear that held me prisoner against the domineering monster my doubt had created.

I found the strength to push him away and it was only when I finally showed resistance that he finally spoke. “So you're learning to stand up to me at last, Kakarott. I was waiting to see how far you'd go… I'm, how should I say, testing you…?”

“Testing me, but for what?”

He laughed, “You'll see, Kakarott. You'll see.”

…And just like that, he was gone. Forever, I hoped or at least long enough so I could rest. There was still so much to be done.

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"K-Kakarrot, you bastard... Are you finally here!?" Vegeta bellowed from afar.

I rushed to the child's side and found him sprawled half-dead on the grass. “GOHAN!”

Gohan didn't make a sound and stared vacantly above him, his head lolled abnormally to the side. “Gohan! I have sensu!”

I gathered my boy up into my arms, careful not to jostle him. "It's no good. Your neck is broken and you're barely breathing. All right, that's okay. Daddy will feed it to you."

“G-Goku…sa…” Kuririn stuttered.

"H-hey!” A burly red headed man hollered. “Who are you, one of those kids' friends?"

I ignored the large man and forced the sensu bean down my son's throat and was gratified by his instantaneous revival. “Yo, can you stand up now?”

“F-Father! Am I dreaming? D-did you really come for us?”

“Yes, son,” I whispered, “I'm here.”

The boy crushed himself to my chest and I held him tightly, taking a moment to lift my head and acknowledge Vegeta and Kuririn's presence. “I gotta go heal Kuririn now… You gonna be okay?”

The boy sniffled and clung to my shirt a moment longer, “Y-yes.”

I set him down onto his feet, brushing and patting the dust from his gi and gave him a playful punch to the chin. “You've really had a rough time didn't you Gohan?” I got to my feet and headed over to my childhood friend.

“Yes!” The boy trailed close at my side. “I was helpless!”

“Sah, but you've gotten much stronger! I'm proud of you!” My gaze wandered to Vegeta, taking in his ravaged appearance for the first time since I'd arrived. “Why has Vegeta taken such heavy damage, too?”

“He was beaten up by that pineapple-headed one.” He pointed an accusing finger at that big ugly dude who'd yelled at me earlier. “That guy has incredible strength!”

“H-he j-just about…ghgn…d-did us all in,” Kuririn said weakly.

“Sorry I kept you waiting.” I stooped to drop a sensu bean into my pal's open mouth and grinned. “But you're healed now.”

With his health restored, Kuririn leapt up, which received several startled cries from our alien witnesses.

“What the fuck?” I heard one say. “They're healed! How is that possible?”

Kuririn fisted my shirt to have my full attention, "Goku, you must know how strong those guys are, right? The senzu may have restored us, but we're just going to get done in again. As disappointing as it is to say, this is too much for you to handle. Those guys' strength is in a whole other league. Even Vegeta is absolutely no match for them."

`KAKAROTT!' Vegeta's thoughts screamed.

I winced at the sound of my given name. `Damn it, and here I thought I'd managed to suppress him.'

`I was distracted. Now what the hell are you up to?!'

`STOP IT, Vegeta! I'm trying to focus here!'

The prince relinquished his hold on my psyche and I lay a hand atop Kuririn's head. “Let me probe your mind and I'll find out for myself what happened.”

“Uh-wah?” Kuririn explained. “P-probe?”

“Father?!”

“Shh, Gohan. I gotta concentrate for a minute. ….hm… oh, wow...”

A small hand tugged at my pant leg, “What is it?”

"I see... I understand a lot now. Like how you two have raised your powers so much, and how Bulma is safe. The way the Dragon Balls were taken from you, this Freiza guy, and those guys over there, as well."

Both my son and Kuririn's eyes got very large.

I rubbed the back of my head sheepishly. “Eh, don't ask me how I can do that coz I don't really know either. It's just that, sometimes I can reach into peoples' minds and see stuff that's easier to understand than having them explain it.”

"Y-you're kidding, right!?” Kuririn cried out.

I shrugged. "I just had a feeling that if I did that, I would know.”

“Oh,” they both said in unison.

“But anyway…Apparently, Vegeta is the same nasty guy as ever, but whatever the reasons, it looks like he saved your lives during this fight, huh?"

They nodded.

“Okay.” I fingered the cloth bag in my hand for the remaining sensu and wondered if I was making the right choice. “VEGETA!”

“WHAT!” the prince shot back.

Gohan gawked at me and the empty bag I let fall from my hand then back up at the one sensu bean I held.

“NO! GOKU! THAT'S OUR LAST ONE!” Kuririn protested. “You surely don't mean to let HIM have it, do you!?”

With a flick of my thumb, the bean rocketed across the field like a bullet and into Vegeta's awaiting fist. He eyed the tiny morsel incredulously, “What the hell is this?!”

“EAT IT!”

After observing the miraculous recovery of my son and friend, Vegeta didn't have to be told twice and eagerly consumed the offering.

Kuririn flushed red, “THAT WAS STUPID! Were you planning to heal him and have the four of us fight? That won't do any good!”

“Kuririn,” I said quietly. “I would appreciate if you'd understand my perspective in this matter. We're going to need all the help we can get. Even if Vegeta has ulterior motives, Freiza is bigger than all of us and he knows that or he wouldn't have risked his own life to help you. For that, I am eternally grateful.” I petted Gohan's head and beamed.

“Now, let us begin.”

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They followed him silently down the winding corridor, clutching me tightly so that I didn't slip free while they dodged the bodies strewn about the halls. I didn't want to think about who'd done it because I knew deep down that that person was our only hope of survival.

I cracked an eye open and watched his back with helpless desire aching in the pit of my stomach. `If only I could be alone with him and talk to him,' I thought ruefully. `Maybe I can change his mind about this whole becoming immortal thing with the dragon balls. He's more of an asset on the side of good.' I bit my lip to hide my frustration and concentrated on the pain.

We finally came to a stop and Vegeta opened a door to our right to a storeroom of some kind. The three of us looked around at the strange machines, three in all, connected by long winding tubes and wires of varying widths.

Guh, the place smelled like a hospital. I swallowed my dread and did my best not to look too nervous.

Kuririn eyed the machines with obvious distrust, “W-what's all this?”

Vegeta gave us an odd smile, “This will treat Kakarott's injuries and restore him to full power.” He approached a small table and swept his arm over it, scattering pens and bottles of pills.

A rectangular container skidded across the tiles and spilled its contents at my feet. I happened to look down, curious to see what it was and immediately regretted it because there in all its shiney-evilness was the worst possible thing that existed in the universe.

`SHIT. SHIT. FUCK! SHIT!'

“YIIIIII!” I full-out panicked, “NEEDLES! NOBODY SAID ANYTHING ABOUT NEEDLES!!!! N-NO WAY! I HATE NEEDLES!!!” I promptly forgot the severity of my injuries, wanting nothing more than to distance myself from the object that would surely end my life.

Kuririn hung onto me, tugging at the back of my shirt. “S-STAY STILL! You're supposed to be fatally wounded!”

“LET GO OF ME, KURIRIN!!!” I yelled, flailing my arms and unraveling my tail from my waist to swat him with it, “I DON'T NEED ANY MEDICAL ATTENTION!!”

Kuririn stared at my appendage in shock, his grasp loosening enough that I started to slip free. “GOKU SAN, when did you grow back your tail?!” He abruptly grabbed me again before I had the chance to get far from him and heaved me back several feet.

Vegeta didn't seem all that pleased with my embarrassing display of fright and yelled over his shoulder, “YOU THINK I WOULD TREAT YOU WITH SOMETHING AS UNCIVILIZED AS A NEEDLE, YOU IDIOT!?”

I ceased struggling, nearly causing Kuririn to bowl head over backwards from the sheer strength he was using to keep me back. He managed to regain his balance and planted his feet firmly, letting out a huge sigh of relief.

Gohan hung his head shamefully, “Oh, father, how pathetic.” He sniffled, rubbing his nose and didn't look at me or anyone for that matter.

Saying nothing else, Vegeta ran his hand over the glass window at the front of the machine and gripped the latch on the side. He stepped back and the door swung open wide enough to fit two full grown people inside.

“Well.” He placed his hands on his hips. “Put him in there and I'll do the rest.”

Kuririn motioned to Gohan to have his help and they moved me to the machine and helped me inside, laying me gingerly down onto my back.

I brushed Gohan's shoulder and smiled an apology for my behavior. The boy seemed to understand and lay his small hand over my large one.

“It's okay, father,” he said meekly. “I understand.”

Vegeta rolled his eyes. “UGH! Will you cut with the sentiments! I'm going to be ill over here!”

“Go on, you two… I'll be okay. I promise. Just let him do what he's gotta do to get me better.”

Gohan and Kuririn exchanged worried looks and regretfully abandoned my side and stepped out of the machine.

Vegeta shoved past them and reached up above me for a device clipped to the ceiling. He cleared his throat and instructed me to lean forward as best as I could and placed a mask over my nose and mouth then adjusted the straps around my head till the breathing apparatus was snug.

I resisted the urge to touch him for fear of what our audience would say and avoided making eye contact.

He hesitated, allowing his touch to linger longer than necessary, enough to remind me, `This isn't over.'

I looked over at Gohan and Kuririn who resembled a pair of nervous long-tailed cats in a room full of rocking chairs. “It's okay, guys. He's just…”

“I'm adjusting the fucking contraption,” Vegeta snapped. “Got a problem with tha-?”

“Vegeta,” I interrupted, “what is this, anyhow?”

“It's called a regeneration tank.” He stood up, exited the tank and closed the door then pressed a series of buttons. He continued, “In short, it's like a healing capsule.”

Blue-green fluid began filtering from a set of vents located on the sides and for second I worried that I was going to drown. The luke warm water level first reached my waist, then my chest and neck till I was completely submerged. I touched the mask to reassure myself that I was in fact receiving oxygen; otherwise I wouldn't be able to breathe.

“By immersing oneself in this special solution, one's energy is restored to them in a short amount of time. The regen tank in this room is the older model, but knowing Kakarott, he should be fully rejuvenated before too long.”

Gohan's brows rose, “Older model?”

“I destroyed the newer model,” was the prince's blatant reply.

Kuririn and Gohan pressed their faces to the glass as the machine hummed to life.

“So how did he grow his tail back,” Kuririn asked.

I sagged, allowing the weight of my body to be lifted by the thick fluid, which was warm like being in a hot tub. `Wow, this sure feels good.'

A vein protruded from the prince's regal fore, “If you've paid attention at all, you'd know he's had it for quite some time but apparently you are too stupid to have realized that until now.”

Gohan balked, “B-but, how would you know that, Vegeta?”

“THAT is none of your god damn business.”

“Yeah, well. You seem to know a lot of things about Son that you shouldn't… What are you doing to him? Can you `probe' minds like he can?”

I looked at him through the watery haze and returned my tail to its place around my middle. `Damn it, I really should have kept that hidden.'

“We're both saiyans. It doesn't take a genius to observe if one has a tail. I used to have one before that fat ningen with a sword lobbed it off!!!”

Both Kuririn and Gohan took several steps back from the seething man.

“Eh-eh..heh…w-well…” Kuririn rubbed the back of his head, trying to determine whether he should find the nearest exit or stay where he was.

Vegeta crossed his arms, “Now then, lets get you two some battle wear. You'll do better by them, as far as protection goes.” Without further ado, he spun on his heel and headed out of the room with Gohan and Kuririn fast behind him.

Before I knew it, I was alone, left to my own devices. I exhaled noisily in a flurry of bubbles, hoping that where Vegeta took them he wasn't going to try anything funny. I may have feelings for him but it didn't mean he was exempt from the prospect of becoming our enemy again. The tenuous relationship we'd managed to build (though I hardly considered `lusting' for someone any sort of foundation for a bond) was still teetering precariously on the border of distrust.

Nevertheless, Vegeta was better than nothing and I'd rather have him around than anyone else I'd seen around on Namek.

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About ten minutes had passed and I'd long since detected Kuririn's ki heading off to only God knows where and Gohan was somewhere just outside the ship.

Vegeta reentered the room looking a little worse for wear. He seemed barely able to stand and I realized that the poor guy was exhausted.

I tried to speak but my voice was muffled and the cloud of bubbles escaping the oxygen mask was only making the situation worse. I waved them away and inched carefully to the front of the tank to see him better.

“I can't believe I've let myself come to this…” was his garbled voice. I strained to listen but the hum of the engine, density of the solution bath and tank severely impaired my ability to hear.

The prince walked, half staggered, toward me and leaned hard against the large viewing glass. “Your son and that bald guy are fucking morons,” he said loudly to ensure that I'd heard him. He managed to grab a small device from the table nearby and practically collapsed onto the floor. “J-just…thirty minutes…”

Talking was out of the question so I chose the second option of telepathy. `Vegeta, are you okay?'

Vegeta's head bobbed. “Nh…” He clicked the top of the device which I'd gathered was a clock of some kind. “When I open… my eyes,” he slurred. “I will be able to obtain…” His head bobbed a second time, “…Eternal life and youth for…..my…self.”

I watched him drift to sleep sleep; glad that at least one of us had the opportunity to slip into a sublime state of unconsciousness. My mind was running rampant with too many of the events that had transpired that day.

A smile tugged at my lips. He looked so peaceful. I had never seen him so relaxed before. It was unusual, the cold-hearted prince wearing such an unguarded expression. I blushed, “…And he came here to rest. …To be with me? GAH!” I shook my head. “I'm starting to get mushy!” I smacked myself and backed away from the window till all I could see was the tapered flame of his hair.

“Vegeta…” I clutched my head and lay flat on the floor, distracting myself by counting the air bubbles dancing around my head. We were alone, that I could tell enough so that no one would be the wiser if I could- `NO! no… Let him sleep,' I chided. `Can't you tell he hasn't had a decent rest in ages?'

I waited for an eternity, the lulling drone of the machine and the slumbering man my only company. He was so close and yet so distant. I couldn't touch him or talk to him. He was lost somewhere in the place of his dreams where he reigned as an immortal god and I lay at the bottom of a fishbowl lamenting a future that may never be.

I tried to take my mind from it but it was clear that no matter what I did to convince myself that all of this “Vegeta” nonsense was inconsequential to my true mission, his proximity to me was far too distracting. At last, when I felt there was no hope in avoiding the truth, that very instant I heard a tap on the glass.

My head popped up and there he was, perhaps a little hung over from his brief nap, but definitely more aware than he had been.

`Kakarott, we've waited so long…' he mentally replied. `It is time that I ease your turmoil… and cut the charade.'

`Charade?'

`Yes, Kakarott. You are in denial of your instincts… You are in denial of me even though I have tried in vain to make you understand for the past several months. I normally would not have shown such patience for anyone but you are different… because you're meant to be mine. You see, we share a bond, which was established on Earth.'

A shrill alarm of beeps and whistles shattered the nearly palpable lust that oozed between us. I shook myself from my daze, shocked to discover that the tank was being emptied and that the door had been opened and he was there.

`Oh shit…' All the restraint that I'd practiced in the months following our first encounter were undone in seconds. I was trapped by the power of his will.

He drew nearer, curling his arm languidly around my shoulders and pulling me close. “Kakarott,” he whispered gruffly. “Do you want me?”

No.

I couldn't say it. Fuck, I couldn't say it! I tried but in the end my lips were all that moved. I shivered, a starburst of heat pulsating in my groin, threatening to betray the fraying vestiges of my self control.

“Hm.” His mouth curled into a smile, “What have we here?” He breathed heavily, pressing closer. I winced and he loosened his grip, a hint of worry lining his somber expression. “I brought you out too soon…” He nuzzled my chin, angling his face so that our mouths hovered close, “…but I couldn't resist.”

“W-Why?” I stammered, doing my best not to lose myself completely to the intensity of his gaze.

He raised an eyebrow, “Must you always feign naiveté?”

His breath blew sweet and I leaned up to have a taste. His lips were soft like butterflies wings and I felt a zing of exhilaration rip through my soul.

One hand flew to the back of my head and the other to my waist, deepening a kiss that was none too gentle. It was power and force and everything that we'd held back. It rocked me to the core.

God, it was as if time had never passed since the battle on Earth. The lust was still there, raw and untamed. I curled my fingers into the thick spikes of his hair and relished the carnal part of myself that emerged just like before. My body still remembered how good it'd felt then, trembling with the anticipation that we could finally finish what we started, undeterred.

Vegeta straddled me then put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me flat against the floor.

It was from this perspective that I realized how aroused I was because I could feel myself touching him.

He ground himself on me, the straining bulge in his spandex an obvious sign that the feeling was mutual.

I tore away from him with my eyes squeezed shut against the searing onslaught of physical agony. `Shit, that hurt!'

“Kakarott?” He cradled my face and forced me to look at him, “Are you all right?”

I forced a trembling smile, tears welling at the corners of my eyes, “N-Now would be a ---Ngh...G-Good time for a sensu bean.”

“When you first arrived during the fight with Reacoom you fed that thing to me and it healed me completely. Is that what that was?”

I nodded. “…I don't have anymore…s-s'why I…”

“Healing naturally or by regen tank is far more beneficial than any `quick fix',” he scolded then gently rolled his hips. “It makes you stronger.”

I growled my answer, hoping he'd do that again and he did. “Nnnghmm…oh…?”

“Don't you know? Every time a saiyan suffers an injury and recovers he'll become twice as strong as before.”

“But…”

“Nature has a way and we've proven that we're born survivors. It's in our blood to adapt and overcome adversity. That is why Freiza fears us…” He slid his hands to my waist band and tugged my shirts free. “…It is our fierce grip on life and the power we possess and why we will always win even when there seems to be no hope...” His hands slid up beneath the hem and he laid them flat against my chest. “Despite the odds, you and I remain. We must take advantage of the opportunity we've been given.”

“Ah-Ksssch..!” I wheezed, feeling the grind of a fractured rib.

He lowered his head to lap at the moisture that gathered in the hollow above my collarbone. “I can sense that you are a super saiyan…and as much as I hate to see that you've continued to surpass me…” He kissed the area and sucked on my adams apple.

“A-ahnnngh…” My chest vibrated with the instinctual response to purr and I hooked a leg over him to draw him closer.

He moved his hips again, eliciting yet another moan and grinned toothily, “I can rest assured knowing that one day I will defeat you and claim you as my mate.”

“Ngh, Wh-?”

“You belong to me Kakarott!” he argued, fire burning in his eyes, “I chose you long before you were even aware that you were mine.”

“I don't und-”

Vegeta smirked, “You will in time.” He studied the purple bruises littering my torso and gently smoothed his hand over several of them. “I asked you to join me for a greater reason than to dominate the universe Kakarott.”

I rolled my eyes, “I already told you I don't want to dominate the universe. I just wanna save it from people like Freiza!”

“Hn, you're so narrow-minded.” The perpetual frown he often wore returned. “The universe doesn't need a martyr; it needs order, a ruler to organize the chaos. You live in a fantasy if all you strive for in life is pacifism. Saiyajin are the opposite of peace… We were bred to be warriors and as much as you'd like to deny it, you lust for violence and bloodshed. I see it in the way you fight.”

“You're wrong Vegeta… There can be peace and I'm sorry that you've never known a life like mine. Yeah, it's had its ups and downs, but I fight for what I believe in. Yes, I enjoy the thrill of battle but it isn't in MY nature to kill. I only do it to survive and I have a family and lots of friends that love and depend on me. I want to protect them.”

Vegeta shoved himself away from me and bellowed, “YOU RECITE ALL THAT BULL SHIT ABOUT SAVING PEOPLE! YOU'RE LIVING A LIE IF YOU THINK THAT WHAT YOU'VE GOT NOW IS ALL THAT YOU'LL EVER HAVE! I'VE STRUGGLED TO LIVE JUST ANOTHER DAY UNDER THAT TWISTED SONOVUH BITCH'S SHADOW! YOU HAVE TO BE COLD BLOODED TO OVERCOME AN EVIL SUCH AS HIM! I WANT REVENGE FOR WHAT HE DID TO OUR PEOPLE! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU DON'T SHARE THE SAME DESIRE!”

I tried to sit up despite the agony and managed to prop myself on one elbow, “Vegeta, your ki…Freiza might find us…”

“Don't you think I know that?!”

“Then do it before you blow our cover!!” I bit back, lashing the floor with my tail.

“…”

“I never claimed I knew everything. I don't know what he did and I can't even begin to imagine your pain! Need I remind you that it hasn't even been that long since I discovered I'm a saiyan? I just thought I was a human and I grew up believing that all the strange things that were happening to me were just a part of `growing up'. I really am sorry that I don't know anymore or that I'm nothing like you… I don't want to dominate anything or anyone. I want equality and I wish that all this shit wasn't happening and that-”

Vegeta raised a shaking fist, “Shut the fuck up, Kakarott.”

I grimaced, expecting his knuckles to connect with my face but it never happened.

He leaned over me, hovering so close that our noses touched.

“…”

The silence between us lasted for a full five minutes before I finally looked away, sick of the stupid staring match. I just wanted to feel better and stop arguing with him. I didn't have the time or strength to deal with it.

“I think you should leave Vegeta…fill this tank back up and let me heal before all of this ends up backfiring and everybody gets themselves killed. I don't have the time to sit here and argue with you or compare life stories…”

With an animalistic cry, Vegeta was upon me again, pressing me unmercifully against the floor. He consumed my mouth and thrust his hips violently, refusing to take `no' for an answer.

`NAAAH!' Lighting hot agony lanced my torso, “Ve…Ve-ge-taah…HN -You're HNGH-Hurting me!!”

He hurried to remove his chest armor, pulling it up over his head and tossing it behind him. “..I told you…” His gloves followed, discarded like rags. “...to shut the fuck up… You're acting like a child!” Deft fingers untied the obi at my waist and the eager prince tossed it away.

“Vegeta…” My heart skipped a beat, “Vegeta you can't… My ribs are broken!”

“Oh yes I can.”

“Vegeta…I'm having trouble breathing as it is…”

“I'VE WAITED TOO LONG TO BE DENIED NOW!” Vegeta continued to pull down my pants, revealing that regardless of my apprehension, I was still hard. He licked his lips.

I blushed in spite of the fact that I'd never been embarrassed by my nudity before. Somehow it felt different when under Vegeta's scrutiny, perhaps because it was the fact that I've never liked anyone as much as him before.

He gave an appreciative sniff, “You're a virgin.”

“But I've done it with my wife Chichi before, that doesn't make me a ...”

“I'm NOT talking about that you imbecile! You've never been with a male before!”

“N-No…But how are you gonna…?”

“RRRRRRrr. How do you think males do it BAKA!?” He scowled, “…You don't know much about sex do you?”

“Well, my wife's a girl. How'm I supposed to know THAT about guys?”

“I doubt that you've learned much about males or females living with a weakling prude like her. I'm honestly surprised you didn't crush her when she conceived that brat of yours…”

“I WAS CAREFUL!”

He gave a snort, “Sure you were… I can only imagine how difficult it was for you to restrain yourself when the times of your rut came to pass. You would've torn her limb from limb to sate your need. I commend you though… not many saiyans can survive a single rut let alone several without fucking something, yet here you stand. I'd love to learn how you managed all these years…”

My eyes got big, `So that's what it's called…'

“…But by the looks of it, whatever you did explains why you only have one cub. If you had been successful, you'd have more of them running around by now.” He scowled as if he'd smelled something bad, “HMPH! That shrew of a human isn't fit to mate with a saiyan of your caliber.”

“She only wanted one!” I snapped.

Vegeta froze when it dawned on him that I still wore my boots. “I'm honored to be the first to deflower you. It's so much more meaningful to know that my future mate is untainted.”

I bit back a whimper, the throbbing in my penis almost too much to bear. “I …I don't.--.” I bent my legs, letting him take one of my feet in his hands. `Please, hurry...it hurts so much...'

His eyes narrowed, “We have the time…”

Vegeta continued to undress me and though I could have struggled, I didn't. I wanted him more than I'd ever wanted anyone before and it was such an alien feeling… My lust was never this powerful when Chichi and I were in bed together. Yeah, I'd be in the mood sometimes and it was great when she was too. But, when it came to actually doing it she yelled at me for hurting her too much and that I had to be gentler. Needless to say it was a major turnoff.

In times like that, my strength had become my curse. It was a miracle that little Gohan ever came into the picture because she always wanted me to stop after a while. It wasn't like she was lying either because the bruises she wore were proof that no matter how careful I tried to be, it was never good enough.

“Open your eyes Kakarott…”

“EEP!” I jumped when I felt his hand slip under my buttocks, working the base of my tail to free it from my pants. “Nn, ah…oohmmm!”

I nearly leaped out my skin when he deliberately ran his fingers along the furry length and stroked the sensitive hairs with his thumb. Eyeing me slyly, he held the end of my appendage close to his face, licked it then blew lightly on the tip.

I arched, eyes rolling back, “Oh ga-AH!”

Holy crap, I didn't know that you could do that to a tail! If I wasn't turned on before, I surely was then, which made the pressure in my erection worsen to a point that I was afraid I'd lose my sanity.

`Hurry …

hurry…'

I drove against him, desperate for release, but my attempts were to no avail. “Ve-ge-ta,” I ground out through clenched teeth.

“Patience, Kakarott.”

“E-easy for you to say!” I deliberately drove my hardness against his waist and though the knives of pain radiating through my chest was damn near unbearable, by then I didn't care.

He kissed me lightly then worked his way down from the corner of my mouth, to the underside of my chin, neck, shoulder and chest. He pushed my shirts up further till they bunched at my neck and drew his tongue up the line of my sternum then detoured to close his mouth over my left nipple.

“NNH!”

Vegeta's tongue swirled and tickled the sensitive bud, intensifying the maddening rush of blood to my crotch.

I fisted his hair and ripped his head off, snarling… “GODDAMMNIT VEGETA! STOP TEASING ME!”

He smiled devilishly, “Someone's being testy…”

I bared my teeth and smacked his head with my tail, “EITHER DO IT OR DON'T!!”

The prince went still, staring at me in a mixture of surprise and insult then that mischievous grin returned. “Very well, Kakarott.” He reached down between us, seeking something which he had intentionally neglected and gave it a squeeze.

“AHH!” I jerked, disturbing my already aggravated injuries.

Vegeta flexed his fingers into a frenzy of motion which forced the pressure within my swollen phallus to grow exponentially. As the friction between his palm and my erection increased, I knew by the clenching in my gut that I was very close, so close, wavering dangerously over the edge of complete and utter abandon.

“OH fu-…k..k..ahh…hah…I..I'm Nnnn…ah…nnnhgh… ” I writhed and whimpered, drowning helplessly in the exquisite sensation of an impending climax.

My tail, which could not remain still had fluffed to twice its size and beat itself against Vegeta's back. The prince didn't complain, rather, he seemed to like it though I could hardly tell as I came with such violence that for a moment I swore I'd died for a second time.

“Well, well…,” Vegeta replied, his voice still thick with laughter. “THAT, I hadn't expected so soon.”

I panted, unable to reply.

“Nevertheless…” he trailed off then kissed the nipple he'd been sucking on and sat upright to have a good look at his handiwork. “That Earth woman must be an idiot not to want something so......” He trailed off, at a loss for words and brought his hand to his mouth to lick his fingers, eyes slipping closed in ecstasy. The intoxicating rumble in his chest grew louder till all traces of my semen were gone; he emphasized his pleasure with an audible gulp.

Satisfied by the animal sounds emitting from his throat, I remained mute for several moments longer, basking in the afterglow of my orgasm.

When he had finished, he returned his attention to the able body beneath him and traced damp fingers along the inside of my thighs.

“heehe eheh..s-stop that tickles! `…hehehehe..'Geta..I..I…” He pushed my legs further apart and it was just then that I remembered something extremely important, “OH! I just remembered something!”

Vegeta abruptly stopped what he was doing. “EH?!”

I lifted my head to see him better, heart hammering against my abused ribcage. “Half -Nn- a sensu bean…Hngh. I saved it for an emergency and forgot it was there till now. It's in my right boot…'

The lethal glare he gave was enough to have turned me stone.

`I…I know you said that I should heal naturally but… I'll still get stronger, right? A-And I might not have to worry about my ribs an-hn-ymore. I may still need to stay in here because it's only half… Nn…Please …I don't think I can go on like this…and I want-”

Vegeta hurriedly snatched up said boot, cussing under his breath. “Hn?” Something jostled around in the toe. He overturned the shoe and held out his hand, giving it a hard shake. Sure enough, the half bean fell onto his palm.

The prince's face lit up as though he'd discovered the Holy Grail and presented his find. “What I said earlier still applies but I am adamant to continue and if this is the only way I can have you, then so be it!” He then ordered me to open my mouth and proceeded to feed it to me and waited (impatiently) for me to chew and swallow.

Right away, the familiar change overcame my body and I was more than relieved when the pain subsided. “Ooooooh man... That feels great! I can breathe again!”

“Hn! Good. So it worked. Now you can cease that wretched bitching and we can get back to business… You may have found relief by I'm hardly satisfied!”

The prince hastily removed his top then rolled down the blue leggings to mid thigh, releasing his erection with a gasp.

I eyed his nakedness appreciatively and reached for the bronzed shaft and that enticing thatch of dark curls at its base.

He withdrew himself just far enough I couldn't reach and chuckled, “Nah-ah-ah, Kakarott. The subject for today is you. You'll have plenty of time to explore me later on…” He scooped his hands under me and lifted my rear clear off the floor then propped both legs comfortably on his shoulders.

“Nngh, 'Geta, what're you doin'?”

He draped his right arm over my left thigh and laid his palm flat over my penis, which was hard again. There was something adorably wicked about the look he gave through raven lashes, his face partially concealed against my crotch.

“I'm preparing you,” was his muffled response. His lips curled into a feral smile, “So lay back, enjoy, and you'll learn a thing or two about what it is to be a real saiyan.”

I coiled my tail around his right bicep and nodded shyly then jumped unexpectedly when he pressed his mouth over my anus. He held fast, using his right hand to part my glutes so that he had better access then he stole my breath away when he cupped his fingers under my scrotum and inserted his tongue into me.

I grit my teeth, breath rattling in my lungs as he worked divine magic with his mouth, swirling and rolling his tongue expertly over, out, and into the puckered opening. Wow, was that what guys did to get each other off? I tried not to look disappointed, having expected something a little more extravagant.

“Nnn.” I decided against saying anything, thinking that it was better to let Vegeta have what he wanted and wait and see what he had in store. Boy was I unprepared for what happened next…

He pressed a digit into the moistened entrance, whirling and prodding into the unexplored region.

“OHSSSSSS!” I hissed, clamping his head between my thighs.

`Relax, baka,' was his telepathic command. `…and let me go. I can't move.'

I released him, brows knitted in apology, “Y-you're n-no—ah!” I twitched, “Not the one with a finger up your ASS!” He inserted a second finger, quickly followed by a third, stretching the taunt lining of muscle till it burned like a mutha-“FUCK!”

His thoughts came to me like a spark in the night. `It hurts at first. But don't think so much about the pain. If you continue totense up then you won't be able to enjoy it and it's important that you relax.' He bowed his fingers, pushing deeper into me and let them rest till the pressure inside had eased enough that he could move again.

“But…it hurts…” I whined. “I-I don't think I like this…”

`Of course it does. It's your first time, but it's imperative that you listen to what I say or you'll tear and I'm trying to avoid that all costs. You wanted this and now you mustto learn… consider it a challenge, something that you must overcome and conquer. If you approach it as you do inbattle then you will succeed.'

I nodded though I knew he couldn't see me but he understood and then proceeded to extract his fingers till the tips were all that remained inside then pushed then swiftly back into me.

“Nnnmmm,” I moaned, doing my best to heed Vegeta's instructions and resisted the urge to stiffen. Okay, so it wasn't so bad, weird, but not bad. The less I concentrated on the negative feeling, the easier it became for him to move. “Hn..Ve-ge-taaNN!” I pressed against him, urging him to go a little deeper.

`Good... Good…' He rotated his wrist and removed his fingers completely.

“Uhwah?” I was left with an emptiness I hadn't been prepared for, just when I was starting to get into it a little. “What…?” I blinked in disbelieve, “Is that it?”

“Of course not Baka!” He sucked on his fingers and reinserted them, working the smooth lining of muscle a little more then angled his hand a little higher so that his fingers went further inside than the first time.

Suddenly, it came like a wave and I was physically moved, awash in a sensation I couldn't describe. Vegeta's face instantly lit up. “Yes,” he purred.

“Ahnn…” I dug my heels into his back to leverage myself a little more… “J-just…” He did it again, wiggling his fingers just…within…reach….right…there… “OOH...nnNNN!!!!!”

“K-Kakarrrrrrrrott!! FUCK, I can't take it anymore! You're driving me insane with your commotion!”

“AAH!!”

He yanked his hand free and I grabbed at him to try and keep him there, reluctant to lose that sensation just when it was starting to get good. Unfortunately, my hand only caught air.

With a guttural cry, he spread my legs wider, grasped my hips, and thrust his entire length into me.

“AAAAAHHHhhh…..HN…nnNNNNnnn..” White light exploded in my vision and I swear I saw just about every color of the rainbow.

Vegeta pounded savagely away, having forgotten that I'd never had sex with a man before and he was supposed to be taking it easy on me.

Determinedly, I wrapped my legs around him and tried to match his pace. It felt so right to be joined with him like being born again.

I caught a glimpse of his handsome face, taunt and beaded with sweat. He thrust into and out of me till pain blended into sweet nirvana. He pressed further inside, quickening the frenzied motion of our writhing bodies, his breathes coming quickly and increasingly frantic.

I rode with him till I had lost my perception of what was up or down, lifting myself with each long slide. I had no will over it or the maelstrom of our love-making. Every motion, every amorous cry brought us closer to the rising crest of infinity.

And then…

and …

Nn…

then…

My back arched, my body shattered and I heard a most ungodly howl, and then realized in a crazed moment of undulating chaos that it was me.

Moments later, Vegeta joined me in the resounding bedlam, crushing me to the floor as he came fiercely into me.

I shivered in delicious shock, the molten heat in my belly an incredible reminder of the exquisite man lying atop me. I rolled my hips and heard him grunt.

Nimble teeth raked the sensitive juncture of neck and shoulder and that thunderous dirge erupted between us. I clutched him to me in hope of never losing him or the incredible fullness sheathed inside of me.

A smooth tongue stroked that sensitive flesh as the first rush of gooseflesh prickled my arms. The teeth returned, pressing hard yet not enough to draw blood and I exposed my throat in an ancient display of submission. I waited, for what, I didn't know but when it never came I opened my eyes to find that he was looking at me as if he didn't recognize me.

“Ka-ka-rott?”

God I loved it when he pronounced my name with three syllables. `Say it like that again…'

“ka-ka-rrrrott.”

I shivered, unable to restrain a giggle of delight. “Heh heh, aahhHHKSHSsss..”

He slowly withdrew himself from me and collapsed at my side, panting heavily, “Kakarott…” He paused to catch his breath, waiting for his heart to stop racing. “Let me… tell you a story…”

I turned my head to face him and stared numbly, lips still swollen from the force of his kisses and could only manage a weak smile.

He placed his hand on my chest. “I don't know what will happen to us after this but if anything were to occur…You must know of the legacy of the saiyajin and what Freiza di-” The prince suddenly sat up, his body tense.

“Vegeta?”

He growled low in his throat and swore in his native tongue.

I seized his wrist, unable to stand.

“I have to go.”

“Why?”

“Don't you feel it?”

I encircled his chest and pressed my face to his shoulder, “Yeah, but…”

He nibbled my ear, “Nnmm… I don't want to leave you either… I only just got you alone after all this time…”

“Then don't go yet... We can hide for a little while longer.”

“You know that's not possible. You have to heal. I nearly beat you senseless.” He smiled warily and I touched his lips.

“Vegeta, I've never seen you smile before…”

“Hn. There is so much about me that you don't know, but all will be revealed in time if I live long enough for you to see it.” He reached for my discarded clothes and silently helped me dress.

“Be safe,” I said, tying my sash tightly around my waist and let him place the breathing mask over my face.

“I'll try…”

Vegeta pulled up his pants and gathered the rest of his uniform, giving me one last perfect view of his rear before he exited the regeneration tank and closed the door behind him.

I watched him sadly through the mirrored glass, bluish-green fluid rising up around me to fill the tank like before. As much as I wanted to believe that he'd be okay, I knew in my heart that that would be the last time I'd see him alive.

….

……

“L-listen well, Kakarott…” The dying prince dug his fingers deep into the ground. “Your… our planet of birth, Planet Vegetasei… was not destroyed i-in a c-collision with a giant meteor…”

“Vegeta,” I implored. “Don't say anymore! You're just hastening your death!”

He gurgled, vomiting blood and persisted to talk, “Freiza did it! …Th-this …after we Saiyans …s-served as his hands and feet…” He turned a ghostly shade of white and moaned brokenly. “…w-work-GHN-ing exactly as he ordered! Everyone besides us was killed… Your father… MY father, the King, as well!” Tears welled in his eyes and streamed in two great rivers down his bloodied visage, staining the earth beneath his cheek. “…Gh..N..nn…Freiza… He was afraid that as the saiyans gathered strength a super saiyan would be born among us…”

“Hmph, just listen to you,” Freiza scoffed.

He reached up in a desperate motion as if to touch me a final time. “I-I beg you!” He rasped. “Freiza…defeat Freiza! P-please…by your…Gh-Hk! Saiyan…Nn……hand…” His arm fell motionless at his side, eyes slipping closed, and the crown prince of Vegetasei said nothing more.

I remember the moment his spirit left his body, his last breath hissing through cracked lips as if a balloon were deflating. He sank into the dirt, the wide pool of blood coagulating around him.

I stared at the hole in his armor directly above his heart and felt something inside me die with him. I'd lost someone dear to me that I hadn't realized I loved till then.

`…Vegeta…'

He didn't respond through the mind link. I wasn't expecting him to.

I dropped to my knees. `For you to cry… For you to beg of me must've been awfully difficult…'

“Tch-heh. Has he finally croaked?”

I ignored the cackling white devil and reached to wipe the tears from Vegeta's face and brought my fingertips to my lips to taste them.

`I understand.'

I closed my eyes, remembering the feeling of him inside me, a torrid memory of our earlier rendezvous flashing fresh in my mind. I could barely restrain the surge of fury, the air becoming tangibly charged with the current of unfettered energy.

“Long live prince Vegeta,” Freiza jeered, “Hardly worth the waste of energy but he had to be disposed of… Rubbish belongs underground after all.”

Something wicked stirred. I whipped around, the blood rushing to my face making me see red. “Shut the FUCK up before I rip out your tongue and shove it up your ass,” I snarled.

Freiza flinched as if he'd been slapped then quickly squelched his reaction. He snickered, “Empty threat from a weakling such as yourself.”

Though I was shocked at the words that emerged from my mouth, I couldn't keep myself from speaking my mind nor could I control the demon of unbridled rage clawing its way out. Seething, I stood and used the force of my mind to blast a shallow trench into the ground with which to put Vegeta to rest.

Dust blew, swirling around me and I looked down again, crouching to gather his limp body into my arms. I refused to fight without a proper burial and for some odd reason Freiza did nothing to stop me. I'll never know why…

I wanted to hold him longer, to will life back into his body but he simply lay there against me, heavy and indifferent. Why couldn't I make it all better? Isn't that why I was there in the first place? Wasn't it my purpose in life to be everyone's hero? Why did the one person in the universe that made me feel wanted and whole have to die?

I placed him in the grave and held my breath as I gathered the first handful of earth. `It wasn't that your fellow saiyans had been killed that was rough on you…Having to do what he said must have been worse than anything you could stand.

…In the beginning, I hated you so much for exploiting my feelings, for making me doubt who and what I am.

But now, I understand why you have so much pride and I knew that you were the only one who could help me understand myself better… I realize why you were so angry with me in denying my heritage. I was beginning to see it from your perspective and you tried to show me what it meant to be a true saiyan… that it was okay to be different. …….I desired you; I wanted you even when I couldn't explain why…

I should have had the power to stop it sooner. I would have held onto you so tightly you couldn't have moved!'

Tears burned like embers in my eyes and fell before I could wipe them away. In front of my son, Kuririn, and Piccolo, the first sob broke free and I cried for the first time in years.

Frieza was ominously silent.

“Daddy!” I hid my eyes, smearing dirt on my face in my attempt to dry them. Gohan moved to join me. I could here the sharp intake of his breath and the sound of his footfalls but Piccolo stopped him, grabbed `im by the arm and held fast.

“No,” he said gruffly, “This is neither the time nor place for it…”

God bless my son, the child wanted to be near to me, to comfort me but Piccolo was right. This was not the time for sentiments. The beginnings of combat were at hand and I didn't wish to endanger Gohan's life any more than it already was.

I continued scooping handfuls of soil.

`I've never felt this way before nor have I understood the meaning of it until now because I didn't think it truly existed. Vegeta, the words were frozen on my lips when you held me and I was too hurt to move. I couldn't say it. I desperately wanted to even if it sounded stupid….but I didn't and now you'll never hear me say it…

I love you, Vegeta-sama…'

Freiza's laughter derailed my train of thoughts and I stared dazedly at the half buried prince. `I swear I'll bring you back. If not with the dragon balls, I'll find some other way…' The air around me sizzled and cracked. That murderer was laughing at me, pouring salt on my wounds as I mourned the loss of my lover.

“Bastard,” I heard Kuririn sneer, gravel crunching under his boot.

I could sense the tension in the air, so thick you could cut it with a knife. If only my friends were stronger, I knew he would have leapt at the chance to silence Freiza forever. Regretfully, he is only human and he has come as far as he possibly can. Unlike saiyans, humans have their limitations.

`Kuririn? Would you defend me if you knew what Vegeta and I had done?'

I suppressed the urge to rip that stupid grin off Freiza's face, my innards clenching in anticipation. If I had anything to say about it, there would be nothing left of the icejin once I'd finished him… But then, how would I have known that I still had the compassion to spare his worthless life? Had I been aware of the repercussions of my actions back then, I would've chosen differently and maybe….just maybe… I could have spared everyone, including myself a whole lot of heartache…

`Vegeta, I too will share in some of that pride of yours… I will avenge the loss of the saiyans and the namekians… I will defeat him if it's the last thing I do.'

With that thought, I stepped forward to meet my destiny in which the legend of the super saiyan became more than a myth.

[To Be Continued…]