Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Twins ❯ A death wish? ( Chapter 8 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: thePrincesJewel 
Vegeta's none too pleased with the test results. Oh, yes... quite a lemony dream sequence.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.13.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 425 | Status: Completed
Vegeta's none too pleased with the test results. Oh, yes... quite a lemony dream sequence.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.13.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 425 | Status: Completed
Yes, yes, I'm continuing. I have permission now - was finally able to talk to Sephfy. And since I can't find the essay questions for my history final *gulps, looks panicked*, I'm writing instead. The essays are due tomorrow. The questions are not where they are supposed to be. I'm so toast…. Oh, and somebody said that the transition to dream wasn't easy to see, so I've added a (dream) for them. By the way, it's quite lemony, very deserving of the rating.
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Kakarot is purring in his sleep now. Vegeta eyes the amount of slop left, then the drugs that have kept him unconscious. Carefully, he slips from the bed. This, he should have done before he crawled between Kakarot and the door, but he hadn't exactly been feeling well.
Not that he is now. He adds more of the solution to the mix, observing Kakarot carefully as he does. Just as suddenly, he is glad he isn't still in the bed. His nose wrinkls with disgust as he forces himself to change the bed linens again. That unpleasant duty over, he checks the machines, noting that one test would be done in only a few minutes.
He waits, cutting off the clamor of the buzzer almost instantly. Forcing tired eyes to remain open, he reads through the test results. Vegeta frowns at some of the numbers, then settles wearily at the computer once more, searching for his own medical file. This one, at least, he knows the name of, and it does not take him long to make his comparisons.
His scream of rage fills the room, anger fueling a short transformation. But it drains him, and he slumps almost immediately, the cry still ringing around the room. It is with a great deal of difficulty that he makes his way back to the freshly-changed bed to crawl beneath the top sheet once more. "Kakarot…"
It is barely more than a breath, and then his body relaxes, giving into the demand for rest.
(dream)
Breaking the kiss, I pull away from him completely, and move to stretch out in a patch of sun. Dark eyes glazed with passion and desire watch me as I make myself comfortable, slowly shift to an expression of abandonment as I don't move. I watch him, his body stiff with wanton desire, eyes becoming bright with anger. His hair begins to lift, and I speak. "Transform, and all your dreams end."
I stretch, cat-like, watch as his eyes focus on me again, his lust once again taking over. I sit, slowly pulling off my boots. Still clad in the skin-tight pants I favor, I walk closer. I turn, leaning against him as I pull the pants off, rubbing my body against his. The pants are kicked aside to join the rest of our clothing before I turn to him again.
Our bodies press together as I run my hands down his sides, lift his thighs. His eyes widen as I position myself; he screams as I enter. I am not gentle, it is hard and fast, and I don't give him any time to adjust. It feels good. Better than good. I continue thrusting, taking a half-step back and shifting him slightly. He howls, his eyes closing. His legs lock behind my waist as I pound him into the cliff, adjusting my hold on him so that I can go harder and faster. His hands clench, muscles bulge, and he starts screaming my name.
Euphoria. Sheer euphoria. I have beaten him, completely. He is mine, body and soul, to take anytime I wish. And right now, I certainly wish to. I press him back against the rocks, my hand fisting in his hair and pulling him against the binding at his throat. I kiss him savagely, drawing more blood, his breath coming in shocky gasps in part because of the pressure on his throat. Releasing his hair, I increase my tempo, laughing maniacally when he begins to plead for the release he can't have. My own is short-lived, his passionate, pleading voice is husky with desire and enflames me.
(and yes, Dark Serapha's picture was the focus of this particular scene. I just… won't be posting the link. It's not R-rated. Also, I have found my essays & must do those awhile. Eh, the heck with them.)
He is disorientated when he wakes, his body firmly pressed against the warmth of another, yet he distinctly remembers having been standing. His fingers trail over the strong back, lips pressing against the chest his head rests against. A strange sensation against his loins brings him slowly to reality.
Vegeta sits, cursing himself quietly, unsurprised to find Kakarot's tail firmly wrapped around his thigh again. His chizzari knows to whom he belongs, and even drugged tries to express it. The fluttering sensation touches him again; his eyes rounding in awe as he realizes it is the feel of the twins moving. He has not felt them move before, has felt only their wispy energies.
Gentle fingers trail over the slight mound of Kakarot's abdomen, his faded energy reaching to touch and feed his young. They accept the meager offering eagerly, feelings of affection washing over him. His eyes close as he accepts that touch. Quickly, he sends a surge of acceptance and caring, then pulls his hand away.
The noise finally penetrates his sleep-muddled, ki-deprived brain. He levers himself clumsily off the bed, wavering as he makes his way back to the machine. The read-out is much as he'd expected after seeing the first one. Dull eyes read through the reports of the finished tests that Bulma has never given the ill Saiyan.
His mind returns to the woman, her anger as she stormed from the room. He had given his chizzari and his cubs into her keeping, fully expecting her to do all in her power to keep them all alive. He himself has endured months of angry glances and silence, badly cooked meals he has prepared himself, a distain and hatred so similar to what he endured under Frieza that he has had nightmares of his times aboard the lizard's ship, all to ensure that Kakarot would have the support and help of those he considered his friends and loved ones. And none, not even the woman, his best friend, have done anything to ensure his health, or that of his cubs.
It is very plain. Kakarot has not just been ill. He's been dying, and his friends have been aiding him in his death wish, albeit most unknowingly. In Vegeta's opinion, Bulma has no excuse. She has been pregnant. She knew tests were required for her. Tests should have been run on her very pregnant, very alien, and very sick male friend.
Vegeta draws a deep breath, turning from the screen to face the fallen hero on the bed. "Kakarot… if the cub had not failed just then… while I was with you…he would be dead…" he turned back to the screen, one finger lifting to run down a column of results, his voice barely even a whisper when he continued, "the other also now… and your own death imminent."
Still somewhat unsteady, he makes his way back to the other, stroking one finger along the too-pale jaw. "I should have seen, Kakarot… should have known. I have no excuse that I can make. I do not know why I had forgotten I had made you my own. I do not know why I would forget what my dreams have shown.
"I should not have forgotten something so important." He frowns, swaying slightly. "What happened between us, Kakarot? What secret is it that my dreams have not revealed to me? Why do I only remember the wish - the need - to destroy you?"
He pauses, leaning heavily against the rail for a moment before crawling in to spoon against the other. "I can feel one of them, now. That is… Yamcha. He won't come on his own, not against me, not even for you. I just… need to… rest…"
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Kakarot is purring in his sleep now. Vegeta eyes the amount of slop left, then the drugs that have kept him unconscious. Carefully, he slips from the bed. This, he should have done before he crawled between Kakarot and the door, but he hadn't exactly been feeling well.
Not that he is now. He adds more of the solution to the mix, observing Kakarot carefully as he does. Just as suddenly, he is glad he isn't still in the bed. His nose wrinkls with disgust as he forces himself to change the bed linens again. That unpleasant duty over, he checks the machines, noting that one test would be done in only a few minutes.
He waits, cutting off the clamor of the buzzer almost instantly. Forcing tired eyes to remain open, he reads through the test results. Vegeta frowns at some of the numbers, then settles wearily at the computer once more, searching for his own medical file. This one, at least, he knows the name of, and it does not take him long to make his comparisons.
His scream of rage fills the room, anger fueling a short transformation. But it drains him, and he slumps almost immediately, the cry still ringing around the room. It is with a great deal of difficulty that he makes his way back to the freshly-changed bed to crawl beneath the top sheet once more. "Kakarot…"
It is barely more than a breath, and then his body relaxes, giving into the demand for rest.
(dream)
Breaking the kiss, I pull away from him completely, and move to stretch out in a patch of sun. Dark eyes glazed with passion and desire watch me as I make myself comfortable, slowly shift to an expression of abandonment as I don't move. I watch him, his body stiff with wanton desire, eyes becoming bright with anger. His hair begins to lift, and I speak. "Transform, and all your dreams end."
I stretch, cat-like, watch as his eyes focus on me again, his lust once again taking over. I sit, slowly pulling off my boots. Still clad in the skin-tight pants I favor, I walk closer. I turn, leaning against him as I pull the pants off, rubbing my body against his. The pants are kicked aside to join the rest of our clothing before I turn to him again.
Our bodies press together as I run my hands down his sides, lift his thighs. His eyes widen as I position myself; he screams as I enter. I am not gentle, it is hard and fast, and I don't give him any time to adjust. It feels good. Better than good. I continue thrusting, taking a half-step back and shifting him slightly. He howls, his eyes closing. His legs lock behind my waist as I pound him into the cliff, adjusting my hold on him so that I can go harder and faster. His hands clench, muscles bulge, and he starts screaming my name.
Euphoria. Sheer euphoria. I have beaten him, completely. He is mine, body and soul, to take anytime I wish. And right now, I certainly wish to. I press him back against the rocks, my hand fisting in his hair and pulling him against the binding at his throat. I kiss him savagely, drawing more blood, his breath coming in shocky gasps in part because of the pressure on his throat. Releasing his hair, I increase my tempo, laughing maniacally when he begins to plead for the release he can't have. My own is short-lived, his passionate, pleading voice is husky with desire and enflames me.
(and yes, Dark Serapha's picture was the focus of this particular scene. I just… won't be posting the link. It's not R-rated. Also, I have found my essays & must do those awhile. Eh, the heck with them.)
He is disorientated when he wakes, his body firmly pressed against the warmth of another, yet he distinctly remembers having been standing. His fingers trail over the strong back, lips pressing against the chest his head rests against. A strange sensation against his loins brings him slowly to reality.
Vegeta sits, cursing himself quietly, unsurprised to find Kakarot's tail firmly wrapped around his thigh again. His chizzari knows to whom he belongs, and even drugged tries to express it. The fluttering sensation touches him again; his eyes rounding in awe as he realizes it is the feel of the twins moving. He has not felt them move before, has felt only their wispy energies.
Gentle fingers trail over the slight mound of Kakarot's abdomen, his faded energy reaching to touch and feed his young. They accept the meager offering eagerly, feelings of affection washing over him. His eyes close as he accepts that touch. Quickly, he sends a surge of acceptance and caring, then pulls his hand away.
The noise finally penetrates his sleep-muddled, ki-deprived brain. He levers himself clumsily off the bed, wavering as he makes his way back to the machine. The read-out is much as he'd expected after seeing the first one. Dull eyes read through the reports of the finished tests that Bulma has never given the ill Saiyan.
His mind returns to the woman, her anger as she stormed from the room. He had given his chizzari and his cubs into her keeping, fully expecting her to do all in her power to keep them all alive. He himself has endured months of angry glances and silence, badly cooked meals he has prepared himself, a distain and hatred so similar to what he endured under Frieza that he has had nightmares of his times aboard the lizard's ship, all to ensure that Kakarot would have the support and help of those he considered his friends and loved ones. And none, not even the woman, his best friend, have done anything to ensure his health, or that of his cubs.
It is very plain. Kakarot has not just been ill. He's been dying, and his friends have been aiding him in his death wish, albeit most unknowingly. In Vegeta's opinion, Bulma has no excuse. She has been pregnant. She knew tests were required for her. Tests should have been run on her very pregnant, very alien, and very sick male friend.
Vegeta draws a deep breath, turning from the screen to face the fallen hero on the bed. "Kakarot… if the cub had not failed just then… while I was with you…he would be dead…" he turned back to the screen, one finger lifting to run down a column of results, his voice barely even a whisper when he continued, "the other also now… and your own death imminent."
Still somewhat unsteady, he makes his way back to the other, stroking one finger along the too-pale jaw. "I should have seen, Kakarot… should have known. I have no excuse that I can make. I do not know why I had forgotten I had made you my own. I do not know why I would forget what my dreams have shown.
"I should not have forgotten something so important." He frowns, swaying slightly. "What happened between us, Kakarot? What secret is it that my dreams have not revealed to me? Why do I only remember the wish - the need - to destroy you?"
He pauses, leaning heavily against the rail for a moment before crawling in to spoon against the other. "I can feel one of them, now. That is… Yamcha. He won't come on his own, not against me, not even for you. I just… need to… rest…"