Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Twins ❯ Sweet ( Chapter 6 )

Vegeta finishes off the last of the food in the small refrigerator before crossing to check again on Kakarot. The other Saiyan is still limp, under the control of the tranquilizers Vegeta is pumping into him. He sighs slightly, his hand hovering over the barely rounded stomach as he checks on his twins.

The cubs are awake, responding to his energies with little spurts of enthusiasm that make him smile, even as the energy he knows he will need is drawn away. They are doing decidedly better, something he cannot say for their mother. Kakarot… Carefully, he begins working the other's muscles, still dismayed by how much the man has allowed himself to go. He pours some of his own energy into the man, willing him to improve. The enforced sleep will do him more good than he knows, but Vegeta realizes it will not be much longer before the others work up courage enough to come for him. It has already been longer than he expected.

He is still too weak to take on all of them at once, is not even sure he could hold his own against Hercule now. It cannot be helped, Kakarot has no energy reserves left to feed either the cubs or himself. Vegeta knows the cubs will die if he does not provide it now.

Again, he wonders how Kakarot's friends can be so blind to the man's frailty. He looks down thoughtfully, studying the naked form before him as he works over it. Kakarot has lost a great deal of weight, certainly, but his musculature has also done some obvious diminishing. Something, Vegeta realizes, that has been rather well hidden by the loose clothes Kakarot wears, and his recent habits of hiding in the shadows and avoiding his friends.

How could Bulma have missed it? She is supposed to have been giving Kakarot a weekly physical, to be sure that nothing is going wrong. Has she not been doing so? He frowns, looking around the small room. Yes, it is the one where the tests are to be performed. He straightens Kakarot's limbs, then adjusts him so that he lays slightly on his side. Another faint smile crosses his face as the cubs display their delight with the change in position.

Vegeta walks to the desk in the corner of the room, looking through the drawers for a physical file. Scowling, he sits before the machine Bulma puts absolutely everything in, and begins the tedious process of figuring out just which of the oddly named files on it contains the information he needs.

The idea that he desires me - enough to stop a fight for the pathetic world he cares so much for - that has intriguing qualities. I step back to study him, to decide where to start. His body is scraped and cut, sporting a few bruises, and altogether pleasant to look at. A little blood trickles from one of the cuts, I pull my glove off and scoop the treat onto my finger, licking it away as his eyes grow huge. Snarling slightly, I remove the other glove, my fingers trailing lightly from one small wound to another. For all my efforts, I have barely been able to damage him at all.

I tip my head in, lapping the blood from his skin. My baser instincts rouse, I bite him to get more. He yelps, his body pressing back against the rock. My tongue trails over the path my fingers have taken, causing him to shiver. My canines are fully exposed when I reach the place I most wish to bite, but I remember in time who it is I toy with and pull back.

His eyes are closed, head back; his golden hair is damp with the sweat of our fighting. I press myself to him again, smiling as he trembles and jerks. I cannot tell if he is trying to get closer, or to get away, and I laugh gently, pressing kisses to his closed eyelids, running my fingers through the damp spikes.

I rock my hips against his in a slow grind, fastening my teeth in that pouting lower lip. More of his sweet blood spills into my mouth. My hand has fisted in golden locks, the other is holding to his wrist just below the band I have placed there. Again, I trail biting kisses along his jaw, and down his neck. My teeth scrape savagely over the juncture of neck and shoulder, drawing more blood, but I have taken care not to bite him there.

I pull back, my clothes damp with sweat and something a bit more sticky. I look down, knowing what I will see. "You've gotten my clothes dirty, Kakarot," I admonish. Retaliation is swift, two fingers slice sharply through the air to land a stinging blow to the tip of his weeping shaft. He yelps, his hips jerking backward into the rocks. Calmly, I lift my fingers to my mouth and lick off the moisture. Salty sweet, I realize in exasperation. Is there nothing about the man that is not sweet - besides his temper in battle?

Vegeta wakes with his face smashed into the keyboard and groans. He had known, of course, that giving his energy to Kakarot and the cubs would leave him weaker, more tired, but it seems he is also more susceptible to these dreams. But the memory of blood and semen is strong, and he recalls the taste. Sweet, but with the saltiness that kept him from being sugary. Vegeta smirks. Kakarot sugary? No. But sweet. Gah. So sweet…

He turns to look at the other Saiyan, his eyes softening. Yes, he is sweet. It's disgusting… He shakes his head, returning to his search. He found what he was looking for, making a note of the filename. Gokubaby.luv… I should have known…

It does not take Vegeta long to get through the information in the file - there isn't much of it. Most of what is there only covers the fact that he is loosing weight and having trouble keeping food down due to his morning sickness. There are no results of any testing for anything… no sign that any blood tests or, since Kakarot hated needles, urine tests had been either made or requested.

His frown deepens. Bulma had made sure to get tests done while she was pregnant with Trunks. He remembered that quite clearly. "Yes, Vegeta, I do have to pee in the cup. The lab will do tests to be sure our baby is doing well." He had retreated in disgust from the sealed jar she held up.

Why are there no such tests for Kakarot? Surely the woman cares as much for Trunks' brothers as she did for the boy? "He has all my sympathy." Vegeta crosses quickly to Kakarot. The lines of pain are gone from his face, but still there are signs of discomfort. Vegeta's nose twitches as he recognizes the source of the look. No, everything about you is NOT sweet. Scowling, he changes the sheets. But what the woman said continues to tease at him.

He finishes with the cleanup, disposing of the filthy sheets with a single, short burst of ki he would rather keep to himself. The smell, however, dictates otherwise. Fresh sheets are soon in place, a new bag of slop in place. Kakarot is going through the stuff quickly - more quickly than Vegeta has anticipated. But then, the cubs are doing much better as well. Perhaps he won't need to be out as long as I thought. His energy is still low, but it is going to feed the cubs. If I let him wake, he'll know there is no mistaking that I mean to put him under again if he pulls another stunt like this.

Vegeta moves quickly to the cabinets, looking through them. There are still four bags of the nutrient slop he had prepared, as Nappa had taught him. I suppose he thought that eventually, I would give in and take one of them, since they were both chizzari. That's the only reason I can think of for him to teach me this. But there isn't much left… another five hours worth maybe.

He throws a look at the clock. They have been here for six hours now, with no interruptions. No one has come to keep Kakarot safe from him. He frowns. Someone should have come by now. They are planning something. He can tell.

Vegeta looks around the room. It is not particularly defensible. The door has no lock. There is a chair next to the bed Kakarot sleeps on, and another at the computer station. That is built into the wall. There is nothing, saving Kakarot's bed, that can be used to block the door.

He uses it, and locks the wheels. The two chairs he sticks next to the bed. The defenses are pitiful, the defender too weak to fight off a fool. But, they do not know that. He crawls into the bed with Kakarot, wearily arranging himself. He is too tired to smile when Kakarot's tail loops around his thigh.

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*Kicks back & grins* Poor Veggie, he forgot all about that part of keeping Kakarot under. I was nice, I didn't describe what he had to do in detail. I could, you know! Between having changed diapers & worked in nursing homes , I could give a pretty graphic description.

Oh, and you will be pleased to know that the lemon is written. I sent the whole entire sequence to Serapha… then got a bit tired of waiting. So this is posted anyhow, and I'll repost if there were changes that needed made. *grins madly* Oh, and yes… there is a side story in the works to explain just exactly how Raditz dearest became chizzari.