Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Twins ❯ You belong to me ( Chapter 5 )

Gently, he places Kakarot's hand back on the bed, fingers moving to smooth the fur of his tail. Vegeta's gaze is almost wistful as his fingers stroke through the rough fur. It is only more proof that the other Saiyan had not been taking care of himself. He shakes his head, unable to believe that he allowed things to reach such a state. His energy is still depleted, and he considers going to his rooms to rest. The memory of the anger in Bulma's face keeps him at Kakarot's side.

He sighs a little, leaning against the side of the cot Kakarot sleeps on. He doesn't know for sure how long he will have to keep the other man under, and for the first time, wonders how the cubs survived the fight with Majin Buu. He remembers, painfully, the savagery of the blows the pink demon had inflicted on him, and he knows that Kakarot had received several gut shots.

"The wish… the one that restored my life," he breathes in sudden realization. The cubs would not have survived those blows, no matter that their mother was the strongest living Saiyan. The wish that had restored his own life had also restored theirs. The tip of Kakarot's tail finds its way into Vegeta's mouth; he nibbles on it as he contemplates what would have happened had it not restored them. He frowns slightly. There would have been no dreams of him kissing Kakarot, that was for sure!

And yet, it had to have happened. Kakarot does carry his cubs. He is uncomfortable with that, but cannot deny the truth. He looks up into the unconscious Saiyan's face, then crawls back up onto the cot and arranges himself comfortably, wrapping Kakarot's tail around his own waist. The weight of it is comforting, and he soon finds himself purring, pleased to have even a borrowed tail. His eyes close.

I am surprised when he doesn't pull away. When he doesn't turn from me, but responds uncertainly, making a whimpering little noise that could have been a protest but sounds more like a plea. I am the one who pulls away, smirking. "Keeping secrets from me, Kakarot?" I mock. "Do you want this? Should I touch you?"

I trail my hand from his neck down his side, caressing his skin where his gi has ripped. I can feel the shudders that run through him, and my smirk takes on a decidedly sinister cast. "You do want this, don't you?" I say in a tone of mock surprise. And he does. I am pressed against him, after all, and his reaction to my caresses is unmistakable. I am amused, and laugh at him.

"Who would have thought? Everyone's perfect hero isn't as perfect as he pretends to be. The loyal husband has fantasies that don't involve his wife." His eyes close, his head jerking down and to the side. He is not denying what I say, but trying to hide the tears that my cruel words have invoked. Again I laugh, grinding my hips roughly against him.

His eyes shoot open, a startled gasp escapes. I lean closer, nipping at his lower lip, biting along his jaw to his ear. "I will indulge you, Kakarot," I whisper, sucking and nipping at his lobe. "I will make your fantasies come true."

My hands have dropped to his waist; I remove his belt as I continue to tease him with kisses and small bites. His teeth have pierced through his lip now, his eyes are bright with an uncertain passion, and he yields willingly to my touch.

I trail my tongue across his lip, tasting his blood. He is sweet, I knew he would be. The belt has fallen, the pants hang loosely on his hips. My body pressed against his is all that holds them up. I step away from him, watch as he squirms to make the pants slide to bunch around the binders holding his ankles in place. I observe that, and an instant later, dismiss the bonds. His hands fall to his sides, his face taking on that bewildered look.

I step closer to him, one hand reaching out to touch the shirt. "Off," I order. I am delighted when he obeys instantly. Truly, I had never thought he would be so eager to be dominated… and then I remember his wife. He's used to a dominant. My smirk returns as he kicks his boots off and frees his legs from the pants. I pin him against the cliff again, pressing his arms back to nearly their original positions, and rebind them. Another binder reforms around his neck when he protests.

"You belong to me," I tell him, "and are mine to play with."

Vegeta wakes to a beeping annoyance, to find that the IV bag is completely empty. He stretches, his body pressing against Kakarot's. The sensation is familiar, he recognizes it from his dream. He slides from his comfortable position to tend to the machine - it will not due to have Kakarot awakening before he has made some semblance of a recovery.

Finishing with the IV, Vegeta turns his attention to the cubs. They are content, both small ki signatures stronger. He sighs in relief, perhaps he will not need to keep Kakarot down for more than a day or two. The cubs are recovering from their starvation much faster than he has anticipated.

Vegeta knows, however, that it will not be that much longer before Kakarot's friends come to "rescue" him. Neither of his naps did much to restore the energy he expended to save his sons, and he knows that he must eat soon. He is little stronger than Yamcha at the moment, and the feeling of being so weak is not pleasant. Even so, he is not willing to leave Kakarot and the cubs alone.

He smiles, recognizing the instincts for what they are. He has told Kakarot that he bears the responsibilities of a mate, though no claim had been made. It is no lie - his instincts demand that he stay until he is sure Kakarot is out of danger.

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Is everyone happy now? It's a new chappy, another dream sequence… Vegeta's been repressing, & I know why! J J DarkSerapha hasn't seen this yet (okay, if she read it after I posted she has), and that's why I had Goku being so quiet. I'm still waiting on the murder and mayhem section… *quirks eyebrow, grins at readers* and that's all the teaser you get for now. The next dream sequence HAS to pass through DS - what Vegeta does to Goku REQUIRES whimpering and moans at the very least.