Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Trinity ❯ Chapter 6

Trinity

Author: Xero Sky

Pairings: Vegeta, Vejitto, and Goku, or various combinations thereof.

Warnings: YAOI AU, lemon, language, violence, at some point. Silliness here and there. Intelligent Goku. Plus whatever warning's appropriate to intimate contact between a fusion and his separate selves . . . O.o

Author's note: Thanks to legendary chibi vegeta for beta reading.

Disclaimer: All copyrights belong to their appropriate owners. No profit is intended from this work of fan fiction.

Chapter 6

"Are you insane?"

"Possibly, but what difference does it make? Do you want to get laid or not?"

Gohan managed to blush and fume at the same time. "He's like my little brother!"

Vejitto threw a chicken leg at him. "You're being stupid on purpose. You know as well as I do that the only thing Mirai Trunks and our Trunks have in common is genetics. Besides," the fusion continued, speaking now around a mouthful of noodles. "He'll be older than you when you find him."

"How the hell do you know how old he'll be?"

"Because we know when he was born. Aren't you supposed to be the smart saiyajin?"

Gohan snorted. "Quit flapping noodles at me and eat your lunch while I think of two hundred reasons why this is a bad idea."

Vejitto laughed, but fortunately his mouth was empty by then. This conversation had taken half the day to get to, but he was enjoying it enormously. Gohan's energetic libido had become apparent during sparring, and it had taken all of Vejitto's good humor to get him to talk about it. Of course, he'd also had to embed him in the side of a mountain and threaten to hold him there with ki rings. Gohan's hentai curiosity about the rings had gotten the better of him, and they'd had a relatively normal and adult talk about the situation since then.

Gohan hadn't been able to talk to anyone at all about it before, and he'd actually given Vejitto more information than the older saiyajin really needed or wanted. Still, it had been a very worthwhile discussion.

For one thing, Gohan had learned that there was nothing wrong with him. He was a teenage saiyajin, which inevitably meant that he had an overwhelming urge to mate with the strongest person around. If things had gone normally, he would likely have stayed with Videl. Since Vejitto's appearance on the scene, though, the daughter of Satan hadn't seemed like quite the only option anymore. Even if he wasn't attracted to Vejitto at all, Gohan's body kept telling him there was someone better out there.

Except there wasn't.

Gohan had found that he wasn't fixated on either sex in particular, but that didn't help matters. Strength and sexiness were important, though. Excluding family and people too old or young for him, the best available candidate was Vegeta. And Vegeta, as Vejitto sweetly explained to him, wasn't really available either.

Gohan had stared at him for several moments after that particular revelation before bursting into a fit of laughter. "Vegeta has a thing for my dad? No way!!"

Vejitto had serenely informed him that it was all true. Vegeta was pining for Goku, and had been for years. He failed completely to mention his own plans, but he did plant the idea that getting the two elder saiyajins together might not be the end of the universe.

Gohan, with big eyes, had eventually been about to come to the defense of his mother's marriage when Vejitto abruptly changed the subject.

"Trunks," he'd said.

"Wh-What?"

"Let's get lunch and talk about your future," Vejitto had said, smiling.

That was how they ended up sitting on the rock outcropping over the lake, taking in the view and vast quantities of food, while Vejitto tried to convince Gohan that the answer to his wet dreams was Mirai Trunks.

The plan was simple. In a few months, the dragonballs would work again, and Gohan could just wish for a time machine. Then he could go visit the future Trunks for a while. A few months or a few years… it was up to the two of them when they met again.

Vejitto seemed annoyingly certain that this was the answer to all Gohan's problems. Gohan wasn't so easily convinced. It all seemed vaguely wrong to him on so many levels, including the fact that he was used to thinking of "Trunks" as the annoying partial twin of his own brother.

Of course, he did have a memory of a young god, aflame with power, who had come to fight the androids. He'd been young and impressionable, and Mirai Trunks had been closer to his own age than any of the other senshi, not to mention unimaginably cooler.

When Gohan thought about it, Mirai Trunks' brief appearance in their time was probably the reason for his teenage crush on Vegeta. Despite the difference in color schemes, father and future son had been alike in many ways: stubbornness, a certain arrogance, ferocity in battle, and an absolutely fine ass…

He glared at Vejitto.

This couldn't be right, yet it sounded better and better…

Vejitto didn't press his luck. He hid his smirk behind a mouthful of meat bun as he watched Gohan waver.

He wasn't absolutely positive that Mirai Trunks was the answer to all Gohan's problems, though it had seemed like a good idea when he'd pulled it out of thin air. The more he thought about it, the better it seemed, though it wasn't the reason he'd virtually abducted the young saiyajin today. He was busy enlisting the young saiyajin as an ally in his cause, the cause of seducing his forefathers. That part seemed to be going well, and he knew he already had Goten and (present) Trunks' good will.

What really pleased him about this morning wasn't the success of his scheme, though, but the fact that he was repairing the damage the other Gohan, the one from his own timeline, had done to his heart. It wasn't easy to admit, but he'd been very hurt by that Gohan's rejection of him. Goten was adorable, and he did love Trunks, but Gohan had always been closest to Goku, and it had been hard to watch his eldest son turn away from him.

Besides which, he really did enjoy the brat's company. And he'd missed far too much of his life already.

"Stop thinking about it so hard, Gohan," he said, his smirk easing into a fond smile. "Eat your lunch so you can get your butt kicked on a full stomach."

Gohan sighed, looking at the pain in the ass who'd so far manipulated his whole day and was working on his life. He really wasn't so bad. Odd and unpredictable, yes, but also fun, and a great fighter. Gohan doubted he had ever learned so much in one sparring match in his life. It really had been a good day.

Stuffing a sandwich into his mouth, he had a sudden thought and swallowed audibly.

"Hey, where'd you get the money for all this?" he asked, waving a hand at the feast they had spread out around them. Vejitto had found a lunch stand and bought everything, much to the owner's shock and amazement. He'd paid with a gold cash card. Neither his father nor Vegeta had ever shown much interest in, or acumen with, money. He really doubted that Vejitto had gotten a job during the last week that would pay enough to feed him.

Vejitto smirked and dug the card out, tossing it to him. It looked like every other card Gohan had ever seen… until he saw what bank it was from.

"'Bank of Dende'?" he asked, incredulous.

"I mentioned that since I had no way of paying for anything down here, I'd have to start taking whatever I wanted. Either that or I'd be spending all my time up on the Lookout," Vejitto said with a straight face. "The poor spud's worried that I'm going to start trouble somewhere. I also make him nervous, so he was very generous."

"Oh… And are you?" Gohan asked curiously. Vejitto had been their savior when he arrived, but he could only imagine what Dende must think about having him as a long-term houseguest.

"Going to start trouble?" Vejitto finished for him, his smile devilish. He didn't get a chance to answer.

"I'd say he already has," Goku said as he materialized in front of them.

*******

A bipedal humanoid in flight wasn't something that Nature had intended. Nature had designed a number of other creatures for that, equipping them with useful things like wings, tails, and transparent eyelids, depending on which planet they were on. Pissed-off saiyajin princes possessed none of these things, generally speaking, nor were they terribly aerodynamic, but Vegeta had little trouble with flight. Surrounded by a cocoon of energy that protected him from the cold and the screaming wind, he moved across the sky faster than any other life form on the planet.

He wasn't impressed by that fact. In fact, he paid it no attention at all. Not only had he been performing this unnatural feat for most of his life, but he could also have easily survived a fall from the insane heights he'd already reached. It took a lot of the thrill out of flight.

Besides which, he was fiercely concentrating on something completely different as he flew up to the Lookout. He didn't notice that his turbulence had knocked a squadron of ningen aircraft from the sky. Nor did he note the abrupt extinction of the sawak bird when their last breeding population was suddenly incinerated by his passing.

Vegeta was focusing on calming the ragged spikes of his ki. He knew he was upset, but there was no reason that everyone else on the damned planet with a nose for ki had to know it.

Kakkarot: "He smelled so good, and he was warm… No one has ever kissed me like that."

Vegeta snarled.

He would just see about that.

By the time his boots tapped down on the tiles of the Lookout, he was mostly happy with the way his ki felt. He had calmed himself a great deal, and he appeared no more horrifically threatening than usual as he stepped up to Mr. Popo and demanded to know where Vejitto was.

Perfectly round eyes stared at him.

"Well?"

He stared back, realizing that he didn't technically even know what he was staring at. What the hell species was Mr. Popo, anyway?

"Mr. Popo doesn't believe that Mr. Vejitto is here at the moment."

"Where the hell is he?"

The ringed mouth opened and closed a couple of times before another voice answered for him.

"Why don't you know already, Vegeta?"

The prince turned to find himself towered over by his least-favorite Namek, the one who had turned smirking at him into an art form.

*******

In less than an hour, Gohan had almost become convinced that Goku and Vejitto were trying to kill him.

The sparring was of legendary quality from the start, and it only got better. Gohan was harder pressed to keep up with the two of them than he had ever been with a friendly opponent; usually he only had to work this hard against fighters who actually wanted him dead.

Now, as he slowly floated up towards the surface of the lake, he had to wonder if one or both of them wasn't working out a grudge against him. He'd just been sent smashing into the lake bed for the second time, carving out a trench in the silt and bedrock many yards deep. Instead of jumping back into the fray, this time he was letting buoyancy take care of getting him to the surface.

Well, buoyancy and a little ki. Even with his ningen blood, his body was still built for the much-higher gravity of Vegetasei, and with such dense musculature, saiyajins didn't float particularly well.

He scowled, arms crossed, well aware that the fight was on hold overhead. The living gods up there were waiting for their teenaged victim to return.

It wasn't that he minded so much being beaten up. After all, the two of them had a great deal more battle experience than he did. It wasn't an unfamiliar training method, either: Piccolo had certainly beaten the shit out of him plenty of times during the long year before Vegeta arrived.

The problem was that he was getting beaten up because the other two were showing off. Son Gohan recognized showing off when he saw it, mostly because it was something he was never allowed to do. The high school boys who were supposedly his peers were so far below him in strength, speed, and intelligence (usually), that there wasn't any point in competing, much less actually putting any effort into it. Every time he saw someone else doing it, he ended up reflecting on why he couldn't, and thus ended up unduly sensitive to it.

Despite the absolute lack of words, he had no trouble seeing what his father and Vejitto were doing. He suffered because he was in the air with them as the stakes were raised, and he wasn't quite up to it. It was as simple as that.

Oh, in the beginning it had been different. They'd all gotten some bragging in, and Gohan had finally gotten to demonstrate the spin kick he'd been working on by sending his father plowing through several hundred yards of old-growth forest into the ground. Things had changed not long after that, though. It wasn't subtle, but Gohan hadn't recognized it at first. Saiyajins were competitive enough without any special tensions between them.

Goku had tried a new combination out on Vejitto, sending him face first into the forest floor. The fusion had been a little dazed, but when he shook it off, the look in his eyes had been predatory. The fight had escalated after that, and though it lacked any real bloodlust, there was a feral quality that Gohan wasn't prepared to match. Whatever the other two were doing, besides showing off for each other, for Gohan it was just a spar. He wasn't interested in getting killed.

Besides, it was beginning to look like flirting to him.

Before reaching the surface, Gohan had decided he'd had enough for the day. He was going to go home and deal with his mother. That confrontation was looking a lot more survivable, even if she knew he'd skipped school, than another couple of hours up there with them.

Besides which, he had a lot of thinking to do. Not only about the idea of his father flirting with anyone, ever. That was disturbing enough.

But, Trunks… Mirai Trunks…

He had no idea what he thought about that yet.

*****

"I don't believe I asked you anything," Vegeta said, glaring at Piccolo. He'd never mastered the fine art of actually shooting death from his eyes, but he was certainly doing an excellent non-lethal imitation.

To his eternal annoyance, Piccolo didn't seem to care.

"You must have been upset if you didn't notice his ki signature wasn't up here," the Namek said. "As far as I know, there's only one thing in the universe capable of getting you that upset, Vegeta. In addition, he's not here either. Vejitto must have done something truly… horrible."

Piccolo's smirk was nearly sharp enough to draw blood, and it was with some satisfaction that he saw a muscle in Vegeta's face twitch, as if he had suppressed an urge to flinch.

"It's none of your business," Vegeta said. It was true, though. All of his energy had gone into trying not to seem as affected by Goku's simple question as he had been. With all of that on his mind, he simply hadn't bothered to look for Vejitto. He'd just assumed he was at the Lookout, and all of Vegeta's righteous fury and perfect composure had gone flat the instant Piccolo told him Vejitto wasn't there.

There's nothing like having a dramatic entrance utterly ruined. What made it almost infinitely worse was the terrible suspicion that Piccolo knew exactly why he was there.

"Do you really think that a fight between you and Vejitto wouldn't be my business? How much of the planet would be destroyed before he got bored and finished you off? You know how much I hate that kind of mess."

Vegeta stared at him for a moment, then turned away, his arms crossed. He never had liked Piccolo much, although he did give him credit for possessing a true warrior's spirit. Oddly enough, the distance between the two of them seemed to make Piccolo easier to talk to than some people he was much closer to.

Most of their conversations started off this way, and even though he felt humiliated at the moment, the sting was already fading. He looked over the edge of the Lookout at the planet beneath them, his eyes taking in the patchwork of land and ocean. Idly, his eyes traced a sinuous brown river to where it disappeared in the sharp curve of the horizon.

"Is there a reason I haven't killed you yet?" he asked as Piccolo moved up beside him. "I kept meaning to get around to it."

"Yes," Piccolo said solemnly. "Goku would pout."

"Feh…" Vegeta said in disgust, rolling his eyes. That was all he said, though. It was true enough. Kakkarot might also kill him, but he somehow doubted it.

They were comfortably silent together for a while.

"What did Vejitto do?" Piccolo asked eventually.

"He's messing with Kakkarot," Vegeta said simply, a little amazed at how easily that came out.

"Messing with him?" Piccolo asked, uncertain.

"He kissed him. A couple of weeks ago. Kakkarot's all starry-eyed, and we don't even know if that freak is sane, much less what he wants with Kakkarot!" Vegeta snapped. He clenched his fists and snarled, his very hard-won composure failing him.

Piccolo frowned. "Is Goku alright?"

"Oh, Kakkarot's fine! This is the saiyajin who let Furiza go, after all!" Vegeta said sarcastically. "He has no natural sense of suspicion at all! I don't even know how he's lived this long."

"Has Vejitto harmed him?"

"No…" Vegeta said grudgingly. "But if Vejitto wanted to, there's nothing Kakkarot or I could do to stop him. That freak could do whatever he wanted."

Piccolo watched the fuming saiyajin for a moment, and then smiled gently. "You're worried about him."

"Of course! He's the last of my kind…" Vegeta said, starting off stronger than he ended. "I have a duty," he said lamely.

"So you came up here to warn Vejitto off."

"Yeah."

Silence.

"You know, Vegeta… Vejitto isn't your problem. Goku's your problem."

"What exactly is that supposed to mean? I told him to stay away from that freak!"

Piccolo laughed. "You saiyajins… You threatened him, but did you tell him why you cared?"

"I don't care!"

"No?" Piccolo asked, arching an eyebrow. "Tell me where he is right now and then tell me again how you don't care."

There was a pause, and then Vegeta's eyes widened as he located Kakkarot's ki.

The violent explosions that followed, both vocal and physical, weren't unexpected, but that didn't mean Piccolo didn't enjoy them. His rough laughter echoed across the Lookout as Vegeta's ki dwindled into the distance. Dende's blush, once the kami ventured out to discover what was going on, only fueled his mirth.

"How much of the planet do you think we're going to lose this time?" Dende asked with a sigh.

"There's no point in worrying about what we can't control, Dende. There's no damage so far, right? Be happy for that."

With a sigh, Dende nodded, wondering for the thousandth time why he'd ever agreed to this job in the first place. He supposed Piccolo was right. There was nothing to do but wait and hope that saiyajin flirting wasn't as destructive as everything else they did was. Nothing had been harmed so far.

It is sad to note that the god of Chikyuusei and his companion weren't quite correct. Deep in the forests of the southern continent, a small group of monks was gathered together in an ancient vine-covered chapel. Small birds as bright as jewels fluttered through the open ceiling, bringing music and color to an otherwise silent place.

The monks themselves, gathered in a circle for meditation, hadn't uttered a sound for several minutes, despite the facial tics, profuse sweating, and twitching of their limbs. They had studied long and hard to learn the arts of joining their meager ki in meditation, and today had brought them their first real glimpse of the tranquil splendors of Heaven. In the normal course of things, it would have been a moment of transcendent enlightenment, a luminous revelation of the existence of God.

Alas, their timing was poor. Their collective awareness arrived just as Vegeta no ouji was departing and the Lookout was shaking with his fury. Thus, instead of managing a glimpse of Dende, they witnessed a dark figure, surrounded by deadly energies, uttering words of such blasphemous obscenity that several of them fainted. Their highly refined aesthetic sensibilities, honed by years of training, were no match for their first and only taste of royal saiyajin profanity at its finest. Some of them, lamentably, would never quite recover.

The abbot rolled over on his back and stared at the sky. "Shit," he said eventually. "I knew I should have stayed in college."

*****

Chichi scowled at the dish she was holding. No matter what the ads said, the dishwasher just did not get them as clean as she could by hand. She scratched at a small speck with a fingernail and sighed. She'd have to do the whole load over.

It wasn't that she didn't appreciate having a dishwasher, though. Goku's salary, even if she still didn't think of it as being earned quite honestly, had made many things possible, like paying off the rest of their debts and getting the heating fixed. She eyed one of the vents, still uncertain whether dust was quietly being spewed everywhere. The smell that came out of the vents the very first time it was turned on had resulted in a house scouring of epic proportions.

The boys were happy, though, about having the house warm in the mornings. She had a hard time arguing with that, since it got them up quicker for school.

School…

Goten… Goten and that little punk friend of his…

Goku hadn't let her punish him. Hadn't even let her yell at the boy. It wasn't as if she wanted to, but some things had to be done and said, to make sure that Goten grew up right. Discipline was what got you things in this world. Discipline was a gift a love.

And Goku had stepped between her and the child she had borne and raised without any help from him at all. He'd picked Goten up, even though he was the reason the boy had these wrong ideas about what was important, and cuddled him, covering his ears to block her out.

It was astonishing how much they looked alike at that moment. And some small place in her heart had crumbled, seeing them like that, together, their dark eyes large, and their tumble of wild hair was almost identical.

She'd lost that round. She had to admit that. Lost Goten maybe for good.

She loved him fiercely, but she'd lost him, lost her image of his future happiness.

Chichi knew how to fight, but, unlike her husband, she lost more than she won. Lost her perfect marriage because of the husband she'd chosen. Lost her perfect future because she wouldn't leave him. Lost her littlest son because he came back.

She wiped at her suddenly moist eyes and straightened her back. Enough being maudlin. Goku was back, and that was something, at least. He had a job, even if she didn't trust it. Goten was in school today, and was still a little boy. And Gohan… Sweet, handsome Gohan was going to graduate soon with perfect marks and a beautiful, rich girlfriend.

Things could definitely be worse.

She shrieked as the back door slammed open, startled.

"Hi, mom," Gohan said wearily. Bleeding a bit and soaked to the skin, he sank into a chair at the kitchen table and smiled at her. "Do we have any senzu left?"

The plate in Chichi's hand shattered.

*****

"It's not my fault!

"Who Final Flashed him in the face the second he surfaced? He said he was done for the day, moron!!"

"I told you I didn't hear him!"

"Stupid and deaf!"

Vejitto had to laugh, even though it earned him a solid punch in the gut. He had never seen Goku like this before; he never even remembered being like this before. The gentle saiyajin had become arrogant, hyper-aggressive, and, frankly, a complete show-off over the last couple of hours. The tension between them had flared up almost as soon as Goku had arrived, and it had grown, surging and receding as the sparring continued. Vejitto had contributed his fair share, certainly, but the quiet glee in his heart had only grown as he realized what was happening.

Goku had been jealous.

Vejitto was sure of it. The look in his eyes when he'd found them together had been distinctly accusing. Of course, Vejitto wouldn't have touched Gohan, and Goku must have known that once he saw them together. It hadn't been enough to quiet the turmoil in his heart, though. Vejitto had seen the troubled look on his face, and read unease in the way his body coiled and uncoiled as they fought. The energy running through him crackled and spat as he'd tried to spin it out into the fight.

The showing-off had been Vejitto's fault, of course. Part of that was intentional; he was flirting. Goku in a bad mood was just about as delicious a sight as he'd ever imagined seeing, and there was no way he could resist. He'd even musked at him a little, which was something he'd almost forgotten a tail was for.

The other part of it was just that he was a natural show-off, and Goku had been up to the challenge.

It had been harder on Gohan than on either one of them, but that was mostly because excellent form was easier to demonstrate for an audience if you were wreaking havoc on someone else. The brat really had gotten an outstanding workout, though. Vejitto wasn't entirely certain why he'd left in such a huff, although hitting Gohan in the face with a ki strike just after he'd cleared the water might have had something to do with it. Maybe. Vejitto mentally shrugged. Teenagers were strange, grumpy beasts anyway.

The other beast in front of him was much more interesting. He wondered if Goku had ever called anyone a "moron" before in his life. To recall a small, unimportant memory like that these days would require meditation, and he didn't think he'd be getting the chance. He didn't suppose it was important, except that it showed exactly how worked up the other saiyajin was, and he found that he liked that. A lot.

Perhaps he had underestimated the power of their kiss. He was almost sure that was it. Jealousy and attraction were a powerful combination, and almost unknown to Goku. Violence would be one way of draining that unfamiliar emotional charge, which would explain his attitude during the fight. Or he could just be in a bad mood.

Of course, there was only one way to find out.

Vejitto suddenly dropped his guard and moved closer, letting his ki subside to a less threatening level. He unwrapped his tail, letting it swing gently behind him. Goku's eyes narrowed at this display and Vejitto lowered his own eyes. Damn, Goku was prime piece of saiyajin flesh. More than that of course… oh, much more… but for the moment he couldn't keep from letting his gaze travel back up the magnificent body to that handsome face. What a pity he'd accidentally ripped Goku's shirts open earlier…

He couldn't keep from smirking. Admiring Goku was a form of narcissism however you looked at it, but that wasn't a sin Vejitto was ever going to concern himself with.

This situation wasn't quite what he'd planned, and it would complicate things later, when the time came to convince Vegeta. The tension, though, had been running too high for too long, and the urge to reach out and caress hot, damp skin with his hands and mouth was almost unbearable.

Uncertainty flickered over Goku's face. "I don't know…" he said softly as Vejitto ran an arm around his waist and gently pulled him closer. Thighs and chests brushed, and they breathed in their own mingled scents. Vejitto's tail tip gently traced up from Goku's waistband to the valley between his broad shoulders, flickering away as it kissed the back of his neck.

"Read me," Vejitto said, "and tell me what you feel."

Goku smiled and let his guard down. He cupped Vejitto's chin with one hand and ran his thumb gently across his lips. It cost him very little effort to read Vejitto's heart; such was Goku's gift.

"You're lonely," he said. "And you're afraid. You don't belong anywhere. What will you do, Vejitto, if I don't want you? You know Vegeta will never bend without an excuse big enough to appease his pride. Could you bring yourself to break either one of us?"

"No," Vejitto said. "Never."

They were not easy things to hear, but he'd asked for them, hadn't he? And there was nothing there that he hadn't already known.

He leaned forward and kissed Goku again, not pressing anything on him that he might not want: an inquisitive kiss. He felt the smile against his own mouth and looked up to see it in Goku's eyes.

"But what if I say I don't want you?" Goku asked, settling a hand on the base of his tail and stroking lightly. He reached out and flicked Vejitto's earlobe with his tongue.

"I'd say you were a terrible liar," Vejitto said with a lazy smile. He threaded both hands into Goku's wild silken hair and pulled the slightly taller saiyajin down into a real kiss. It was a wet kiss, and warm, and full of pleasures. Simply being so intimate was a delight, with their mouths married and their bodies twining slowly closer. Warm living flesh nearly thrumming with desire was a rare delight for them both.

They had experience, in one way or another, of both women and men, but for each this was the first real time that their hands could glide freely over such perfect, muscled flesh. Vegeta's dalliances as a young adult were dim in Vejitto's memory, providing guidance but no inspiration. He knew the details of how such an act should be performed, but there was nothing to prepare him for the lush realities of satin skin over hard muscle, the ravenous mouth moving over his own flesh, or for the sultry heat and scent of a saiyajin body held tight against his own.

Saiyajin…

Accustomed to flight, neither of them bothered to descend as clothes were slowly abandoned; each inch of bare skin revealed was like a gift given. As their kisses and caresses grew more heated, all their senses became tangled solely with each other.

Goku closed his eyes as he felt Vejitto's hardness press against him. He hesitated. In some ways, he wasn't prepared for this. His relations with Chichi had never been so passionate. It mattered less that he'd never been with a male before. This touching, gentle and rough, these carnal kisses, the smell of sweat and musk and aroused flesh, and the hunger for him that Vejitto's every touch and sound reassured him of…

He was intoxicated. He'd never been the object of such undeniable lust before. More than that, he had a chance here at something rare and precious, at something he might never have again.

He was tired of being the dutiful husband, obediently spreading his suddenly submissive wife out on the bed and bringing her off with such gentleness that he could barely feel it. Sex was an obligation that brought him no satisfaction. In Chichi's mind, the perfect husband was aggressive and the perfect wife surrendered blissfully to his manly lust. Twice he had completed with her, and both times, he had gotten her with child. Two for two.

He didn't mind being alpha most of the time; it wasn't really in his nature to act otherwise, though he gave Chichi most of what she wanted in life anyway. That was a tradeoff between small, meaningless tasks and blissful quiet; his sensitive saiyajin ears had been hostage to her shrill voice for many years.

For once, it was nice to have someone safe and caring in charge, showing him what to do, guiding him. Someone who demanded nothing from him except that he let go and be shown the way.

The very thought filled him with excitement.

Vejitto knew it all, knew him better than anyone else ever would. He tugged Goku's hair almost painfully, making him renew their kiss. The deep purr that answered him told him everything he wanted to know.

Vejitto lapped at Goku's throat and cupped the globes of his ass, brushing his tail down the cleft and underneath to tease the base of Goku's shaft. The startled saiyajin moved back a fraction, giving Vejitto's devious tail the room to loop itself completely around an already straining erection.

"Do you know…?" Goku asked, taking a deep breath and opening his eyes to look into Vejitto's. His smile, both shy and flirtatious, was irresistible; Vejitto found himself leaving the rest of the seduction aside for several moments as he kissed the saiyajin in his arms. Soft lips, a warm mouth, and such strength in the arms that held him close. It was an intimate act, a trusting act, and he knew he could never get enough of it.

"Do I know?" he asked after a few more moments' indulgence in sweet warmth. He lifted an eyebrow, uncertain what he was being asked. Then he felt as much as saw the rising heat spreading across Goku's face, and he understood. With a soft laugh, he kissed Goku's chin, his nose, and his forehead, before pulling him closer. "Yes," he said quietly into the shell of his ear. "I know how to make love to you."

The tremor that ran through Goku's body at his words was perhaps the most delicious thing Vejitto had ever yet felt.

Vejitto found them a place on the ground that was soft with grass, but Goku hardly noticed. It could have been raw obsidian for all he cared; his saiyajin skin was tough, and his senses were too full of Vejitto to allow anything else.

Their clothing was long gone, and there was nothing left between them but desire. Hands ran over soft, damp skin laid tight over hard muscle, trailing fire behind them. Mouths tasted and sampled, tongues tracing slick paths and sharp teeth worrying sensitive flesh. Arms and legs twined and intimate places were pressed together.

Goku stared sightlessly at the blue sky as he panted, his fingers twining in Vejitto's fine hair as the other paid his cock the kind of attention it had never received before. So strange… he felt so cherished as the other's mouth moved over his aching flesh. Was this the act so terrible that Chichi could never bring herself to perform it? What could possibly be wrong about such delicate torture, such careful attention to his absolute pleasure?

He writhed and groaned, his fingers forsaking Vejitto's hair to dig deeply in the grass as the other saiyajin brought him to the edge with a fluttering of his tongue.

He'd never felt anything like it as Vejitto caressed the head of his cock with the soft skin at the back of his throat. And then something… something slick pressed inside him, and before he could so much as gasp in surprise he was screaming, shouting Vejitto's name as a sudden sweet pang ran through him and his cock let loose into the fusion's hungry mouth.

Tears blurred his vision for a moment as he collapsed into the grass, drawing in harsh draughts of air. He shivered as he felt Vejitto's tongue clean his cock with tiny, catlike licks, catching every last pearly drop.

He'd never… No one had ever worked so hard for his pleasure before. Was this… Was this how it was supposed to be?

He felt overwhelmed for a moment, and foolish. And he didn't want to mess this up. He didn't want to do the wrong thing and hurt Vejitto's feelings, not after the gift he'd just given him. Damn his inexperience!

"Shhhh," Vejitto said quietly, feeling his body tense. He leaned up to kiss Goku softly. Goku tasted his own essence on Vejitto's tongue, and couldn't keep from blushing a little more

"Liked that, did you?" Vejitto asked, looking down into his handsome face, even more attractive now with the glow of sweat and satisfaction. Goku just sighed and smiled at him, embarrassed. "It gets better."

"Better than that?" Goku asked, his eyes wide with disbelief.

Vejitto only laughed.

Then his eyes took on a predatory look that made Goku shiver. The sharply handsome fusion paused a moment, taking in the sight of the saiyajin spread out in the grass before him. Almost absently, he reached down and grasped his own erection, trying to give himself a moment's respite. He ached. Goku's taste and feel were making him crazy, and the need to sink his cock and his fangs into that lush, powerful body was beginning to overwhelm him.

He knew… he knew Goku could take it, would enjoy it…

He hoped he was right. He didn't want to hurt him, not in any way that would damage that trust between them.

Goku took in the sight of Vejitto's cock in his own hand and then licked his lips shyly, his gaze fluttering back up to match the dominating fusion's.

It was too much for Vejitto.

His need made his hands shake as he pulled Goku's body beneath him, spreading his legs wide, exposing him. Goku's eyes drifted shut, awaiting whatever Vejitto had for him. He lifted his hips, wondering if it was going to be at all like that earlier sweet pleasure, or if it would hurt, or if he cared, as long as it was soon. His own cock hardened again as soon as his legs were spread, as soon as Vejitto prepared to take him.

The thick heat of Vejitto's cock entered him, and it burned. He cried out, but already the fire was bleeding into pleasure as Vejitto pulled back and then thrust again, hands bruising brawny thighs as he pulled Goku towards him. He was invaded, plundered, stretched wide, and filled, ruthlessly and splendidly, and the universe narrowed to the saiyajin above and within him.

Vejitto pounded into the virgin body, knowing that any pain he caused was already entwined with pleasure. It was hard to care any longer, and impossible to stop. Goku moaned and gasped with each movement, tossing his head back and forth as Vejitto rammed into his clutching, perfect heat. The scents of sweat and lust filled the air, and Vejitto breathed deeply. His own tail thrashed, adding musk to the fragrant mix, and he wrapped one of Goku's thighs with it, leaving one arm free so he could brace himself to lean forward and lap at the beads of sweat on Goku's broad chest.

Goku spread himself and moved in rhythm, wanting as much more of Vejitto as he could get. Other than that, he felt entirely, deliciously out of control of the situation. He had surrendered himself and the moment to Vejitto, and his reward was this rough bliss. Vejitto bit at his chest, drawing blood, and it was all fine, it was all good, as long as he kept going… Goku was close, so very close…

Vejitto reared up, blood on his lips, and took hold of Goku's straining erection, stroking it roughly, just once…

The groaning shout and explosion of ki might have come from either of them or both: there was no way of knowing. Goku pulsed out hard within Vejitto's fist, and a moment, a split second later, Vejitto released inside him, harder than he could ever remember.

For a moment they were frozen in a tableau of flawless saiyajin manhood, backs arched in ecstasy, heads thrown back, and all the muscles of their twined limbs in sharp definition. Only Vejitto's wildly lashing tail moved, and then breath was drawn back into starving lungs and they collapsed in a tangle of warm flesh and wild hair. Neither could tell which was purring.

When cramped muscles made them move again, they settled next to each other, trading kisses and soft touches. Again, it was all new for Goku, since Chichi tended to roll over and go to sleep after her duty was done. He was a fast learner. Soon Vejitto's tail was in his grasp, and he was discovering what sounds he could draw out of his new lover with it.

It was idyllic, a moment of not totally unexpected, yet transcendent, happiness.

Of course, given who they were and what universe they lived in, it could not last.

Almost inevitably, the signs of impending doom materialized around them. The air soon began to churn and the earth quivered in mournful anticipation. The sky darkened as a storm was suddenly born overhead, with lightning flashing and vortexes howling into existence. Thunder rattled the landscape. The surface of the lake convulsed with choppy waves as a waterspout touched down; the trees bent as their branches were stripped clean by the gale.

A cold, bleak shadow fell across their naked bodies, and the lovers looked up into eyes of fathomless night.

"Uh… Hi, Vegeta!!" Goku said, flashing a sheepish Son smile up at him.

The prince of darkness was not amused.

~tbc~