Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Wanderlust ❯ Wanderlust ( Chapter 1 )

Title: Wanderlust

 

Authors: Ryuuko and Megami

 

E-mail: nakasawa_ryuuko@yahoo.com

 

Archive: Just ask for permission please. E-mail listed above.

 

Disclaimer: The bishounen and bishoujo that appear in this story are property of Akira Toriyama, Bird Studios and Funimation. Though why do we really give Funimation any credit? The bastards.

 

Warnings: A/U. This is Dragon Ball and its affiliates, thus violence, blood and gore. I am writing it, thus mild to overtly bad language. And since I firmly believe that sex between two people of any sex is not a bad thing, het, yaoi and yuri…lots of het, yaoi and yuri goodness. You have been warned. Flamers will be publicly flogged.

 

Complaints: I know there won't be any because the only people that exist in the world are open minded, intelligent, and tolerant. Megami: *eyes Ryuuko* Um, what have you been smoking? Ryuuko: *grins* Why, you want some? Megami *shakes her head* Ryuuko: Anyway, if you gots problems with me e-mail is listed above.

 

Reference: It's in the attached file (if applicable.)

 

Inspired by: My 'word of the day' e-mails. o_O

 

Pairing(s): Who do you think? ^___^

 

Summary: After three years of being happily mated (as Gokuu would say, "like marriage but without all the screaming and pan bashing,") Gokuu begins to get those urges again.

 

Authors' Note: …Heh. Well, I just thought this word applied to Gokuu so well. This plot bunnies been biting my ankles for two weeks now, so, now that my crappy tests and papers are out of the way, I figured I'd give in. Hopefully this is only going to be a one-shot. Maybe a follow up. I duuno. O_o Megami: Please don't make more work for us Ryuuko. Ryuuko: ^__^

 

Feedback: Yes, please! Again, e-mail above!

 

 

 

 

…thoughts…

 

"…speech…"

 

<…telepathic communication…>

 

 

 

 

 

 

wanderlust \WAHN-der-lust\ noun : strong longing for or impulse towards wandering

 

Example sentence: Less than a year after Bob moved to New England, wanderlust set in again, and he decided to pack up his things and head out to the Southwest.

 

 

 

 

It started as it always did: a tingling, a tightness in his chest that was only assuaged (Megami: Ooo… Big word. Guess those e-mails are helping. Ryuuko: *SMACK!!!* Megami: x_x) by his mate. He'd then spent more time with his prince, trying to keep that damned feeling away. Perhaps Vegeta knew what he was doing, because he never said anything, never complained about needing privacy.

 

But eventually that wasn't enough and that damned urge was back again. It was the urge that had made it ok to die, the urge that had kept him away from his children and wife all those years, the urge that was going to take him away from his mate.

 

Wanderlust.

 

Vegeta would probably laugh at him, tell him he had to be reading the dictionary again because there was no way that Gokuu was intelligent enough to know that word on his own. (Actually Gohan had used that word to describe him years ago, but Gokuu wasn't going to tell anyone that.) He didn't think that Vegeta actually thought he was stupid, but that was what Vegeta did. (Find something that's a sore spot and then poke at if mercilessly.) It's not like he'd ever had any schooling, damn it. And the first few years of his life all he'd had to talk to was his grandpa and the suushinchuu until Buruma showed up. So why did people keep expecting him to know anything?

 

Not like it mattered. They were probably better off thinking he was a moron who couldn't figure out how to kill them. Probably they'd run screaming or try to get rid of him if they knew that he actually had a decent IQ. He wasn't a genius, but he damned sure wasn't stupid.

 

Well, maybe he was stupid. 'Cause here he was, contemplating leaving his mate to satisfy whatever deficient gene he'd inherited that made the urge to go explore the galaxy so strong he couldn't resist it. He, the strongest being in the galaxy (oh, Vegeta wouldn't like that thinking) couldn't defeat the urge to go wander.

 

It wasn't that he didn't love his mate enough. Vegeta was the best thing that had ever happened to him (including the birth of his sons, though if he was talking to them it was the other way around.) He'd loved Chichi and his children, but Vegeta completed him on a level no one else ever had. If there was such a thing as a soul mate, the prince was his. They were two sides of the same coin, yin and yang, bread and butter. (It always came back to food didn't it?)

 

He remember that day three years ago, two months after his son (the littlest one) made the wish to return the saiyajin's tails and the moon (Goten had apparently wanted to go about a mating with Piccolo and without those things it was never going to happen) when Vegeta had challenged him for a claim. Vegeta, as the initiator, was burdened with defeating Gokuu for the right to claim him, and the right to the dominant position. But (and how unusual was this really) Gokuu had won. He'd had the choice of rejecting the claim, or being the dominant partner to Vegeta. And really, what kind of choice was that?

 

So that had lead to Vegeta being sweaty and writhing under him and, kami, there was no better feeling than that. The prince was so different from Chichi in every respect. She'd been soft and fragile, and the prince was neither soft nor fragile and if you insinuated either, mate or no, he'd tear out your tongue and feed it back to you. (Ouch.)

 

Come to think of it, Vegeta had never seemed that unhappy with their situation. That next morning, after the night of sweaty sex and claiming, he'd fully expected the prince to kill him for daring to touch him in any such manner. But Vegeta hadn't and three years later, after many more nights of sweaty sex and claiming, he still hadn't. Part of Gokuu was convinced that Vegeta had only challenged him to awaken his intincts and make him claim the prince (because Gokuu surely would never have thought of that himself.)

 

So, why was he here now, sitting at the edge of a forest, on this cliff, staring out over the ocean not far from their home, contemplating annoying Buruma until she gave him a space ship so he could leave this planet and mate. Why? It made absolutely no sense, and yet he couldn't stop the feeling that this is what he needed to do. This is what he had to do because he was wasting away on this blue and green and perfect planet that gave him absolutely no challenges and that's what he needed! A challenge, something to let him know that he was alive, that he was still strong. He didn't care what it was, how dangerous it was, he needed something! Because here, surrounded by family and friends and people that adored him he was dying. A little more each day, not enough for anyone to notice, but his soul was disparing and he had to do something to stop that. Even if that meant leave his mate.

 

With a decisive nod, he stood and was prepared to go to Capsule Corp to implement his plan when a voice sounded from behind him.

 

"So here you are."

 

Just the person he didn't want to see, the person that would doubt everything he believed, everything he planned on doing. He looked over his shoulder at the small prince that was standing at the edge of the forest, arms crossed and a bored look on his face. "Hai, here I am."

 

Vegeta snorted and walked towards him. "What are you doing here?"

 

"Watching the ocean."

 

They stared at each other for a few moments in silence. Gokuu wondered why he'd come. Probably Vegeta had felt something, something through the bond had tipped the prince off to what he was about to do.

 

"Of course baka." Vegeta smirked. "You were so easy to read before and now with this…" The prince tapped his head.

 

Gokuu smiled, knowing that all that was true. He'd been foolish to think he could leave without his mate knowing, without his mate coming to -

 

"Where are you planning on going?"

 

Why didn't Vegeta sound angry about this? They could have been talking about the weather for what Vegeta's tone suggested. Gokuu shrugged. "That's the beauty of it, Vegeta. I don't know."

 

"Hn. And how long will you be gone?"

 

"I don't know that either."

 

Vegeta uncrossed his arms and Gokuu flinched. This is where it comes. This is where he curses and yells and demands why I'd leave him.

 

The prince snorted. "Baka. When were you going to ask me?"

 

Gokuu couldn't make that leap and did what kept reinforcing his stupidity to everyone. "…huh?"

 

"Kakarotto, what reinforces your stupidity is your thoughtlessness. Why didn't you ask me to go along?"

 

"You…" Now he was really confused. Chichi never would have gone with him. She wouldn't have left her home, her life, her sons.

 

"I keep telling you, Rotto, to not compare me to that woman. I am not her and it's insulting."

 

"But…what about Trunks?"

 

"What about Goten and Gohan?" Before Gokuu could say anything the prince continued. "They are all full grown, with their own mates and children. This planet is well protected. They don't have need for us."

 

Gokuu tilted his head, looking at his mate. "You - you'd really go with me?"

 

Vegeta smirked. "Of course, baka. You are my mate."

 

And Gokuu grinned.

 

 

 

 

Owari

 

 

 

 

Woot! Short and sweet. ^___^ I hope everyone liked. This was written all in one sitting. *thinks it flows so much better when that's the case* So, yay. Review please. ^__^

 

 

 

 

Vegeta: Hey, where's the lemon?

Ryuuko: What lemon?

Gokuu: There's always a lemon! Where is it?

Ryuuko: …No. No lemon for you.

Gokuu: *sobs*

Vegeta: Oh now look what you've done.

Ryuuko: o_o; Gokuu-chan I'm sorry! I'll make it up to you I swear!

Gokuu: *grins* Ok!

Megami: Oye.