Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Watching ❯ The Choice ( Chapter 7 )

Watching
By Pixelgoddess

Vegeta and Yamcha are fooling around, but the one Vegeta really wants is Goku. Yamcha agrees to help the prince, but when three hearts are involved things get complicated.
Pairings – Mix, match and shuffle – if seme/uke is important to you, you’re in trouble. Vegeta, Yamcha, and Goku.
Warnings – Sex. Condoms. Lube. Fuck-buddies. NC-17.
For the purpose of this story, the kids aren’t around or even thought of – maybe they don’t exist, maybe they are off boinking each other, maybe they’ve left the planet…imagine whatever makes you happy, but they won’t be showing up.

Chapter 7 – The Choice

Goku leaned back against a tree and let out a long sigh. He knew he had to go home soon – Yamcha was probably worried and blaming himself. He hated that he had run away, but he couldn’t bear to see the expression on Vegeta’s face when he realized exactly how Goku felt about him. There was no way he could have hidden it much longer; if he had stayed there another minute all of his hard-won resolve would have crumpled and he would have blurted out everything. It took every ounce of willpower to break the kiss and pull out of his arms.

And now that he was away from Vegeta’s influence he was torn again – he didn’t know what to do.

He couldn’t deny he liked Vegeta – heck, he had fallen for the prince years ago when he was still bad. And Yamcha was right; Vegeta had changed. Some of the changes were for the better although Goku wasn’t sure he liked all of them. There had been something stimulating about Vegeta’s constant rage that had driven Goku to excel – he’d never decided if it was to piss the prince off more or to make him proud.

The kiss, awkward as it had ended, was amazing. He had wanted to do that for years and when it had finally happened like a fool he had run away. Maybe he was the idiot people said he was; he knew he could handle fighting and strategy, but when it came to relationships he was clumsy and completely out of his depth. Yamcha was easy – he knew him and had trusted him with his heart a long time ago without realizing it. But where Yamcha gave him a sense quiet happiness, Vegeta ignited him with passion and fire. He could still taste Vegeta, remembering how his lips moved and the way his body felt. Even if he never touched Vegeta again he knew that memory would never fade – and would never stop haunting him.

Everything about Vegeta haunted him – he was so intense and unforgettable. He’d made so many decisions and drafted so many plans thinking of how the prince would react, wondering what he’d do if he knew how much he inspired Goku. He even thought of divorcing Chichi way back then for Vegeta’s sake. He thought he’d be free to be with the prince if he did. Vegeta didn’t know that; no one did, not even Chichi. When he finally did ask for a divorce, she hadn’t objected, which had hurt him as well, but he realized he couldn’t stop dreaming about Vegeta – she would find out his secret eventually.

He’d been so stupid then. Vegeta had seemed content with Bulma, and if anything had happened it would have hurt her – something he never wanted to do. And he had no idea if the prince would even be interested in him because he was a guy. He’d used that reasoning to help lock away his interest in Vegeta; when he learned the prince was seeing Yamcha he’d experienced a heart-wrenching moment of hope and jealousy that seemed to take forever to get under control. It was all so painful and it embarrassed him so much he couldn’t bear to talk about it with anyone, including Yamcha.

He realized now how foolish he had been back then. What did he think was going to happen? Goku sighed. He knew what he had fantasized happening – Vegeta accepting his declaration and admitting he had long felt the same. And then they would–

Goku felt his cheeks heat up again as he envisioned their passionate love-making. But that hadn’t happened of course. He’d given up then and run away. Sulked, if he was honest with himself. He didn’t want to be honest with himself though, because whenever he was he felt as stupid as people said he was. And stupid Goku had done it again – but this time it was worse. He was closer than ever to fulfilling his fantasy – Vegeta had said and done all the right things. And when success was in his grasp he ran away like a coward.

No wonder Vegeta had always thought he was a fool.

Vegeta had said he didn’t feel that way anymore, so why did it seem like Goku was becoming more and more foolish as time went on? He liked having Vegeta’s time and attention, especially since the prince really seemed to be trying to be nice. Vegeta was smart and good-looking and had a biting sense of humor that always surprised Goku. If this had been a few years ago Vegeta would have swept him off his feet with ease, not caring about vows or friendship.

The problem wasn’t that he couldn’t trust Vegeta; the problem was he couldn’t trust himself. All those years ago, Vegeta hadn’t done or said anything different than he’d done hundreds of times before. The source of the problem wasn’t the prince – it was himself. He was the one who had changed – and when he realized how much he had changed and how vulnerable it made him he’d gotten scared. So he had run.

And now that he realized what a fool he’d been everything had changed again. Vegeta seemed to feel the same way about him – or at least was willing to try. Things were different, so why couldn’t he accept the prince at face value the way he did everyone else? What was the absolute worst thing that could happen? A broken heart? No one died of a broken heart…they just wanted to.

And years ago, he had wanted to. It had hurt to realize just how badly he had misjudged both Chichi and Vegeta; he’d begun to doubt himself. And worse yet, he couldn’t explain it to anyone – besides the embarrassment he didn’t believe they would understand. A few minutes more and he would have made such a fool of himself; he cringed everyday with the thought of just how much Vegeta would have laughed at him. He couldn’t help but think it would have hurt worse than the beating and insults he did take. He just couldn’t accept that rage and hatred was real and directed vehemently at him, but that event forced him to open his eyes to how much Vegeta despised him. Had his judgment been so wrong? He’d been so used to seeing the good in people he began to wonder if he had imagined it in the prince.

And now that Vegeta had changed he just couldn’t figure out why. What would have motivated such a dramatic turnaround? Hell, this Vegeta never would have killed people just for the fun of it. Although he had to keep reminding himself he had never seen evidence of the prince actually doing that except when he was Majin – and that wasn’t his fault. Maybe Vegeta wasn’t as bad as he said he was.

But what if he was – or had been? This was just the kind of situation ‘bad’ Vegeta would use – a diabolically cruel strategy – the best method for defeating Goku at last. How could he be sure this wasn’t some kind of trick or trap? Would Vegeta do something like that – wait until he was trusting and vulnerable and then do…what? What would he do?

Goku groaned out loud. Had he really refused to see the good in Vegeta just because of a broken heart? He didn’t believe he was that bad when he was ‘bad’, why would he believe he was that bad when he seemed to be ‘good’? Just when had he become so suspicious of anyone, let alone someone like Vegeta who had proven himself to have good qualities? As far as he knew Vegeta had never done anything like that to Bulma. And Yamcha didn’t seem worried about it. Was he wrong? Was he right to reject the prince just because things hadn’t happened the way Goku wanted them to? Was he being fair? Should he give Vegeta a real chance?

He didn’t know. He didn’t even know when he’d become such a coward. He knew this wasn’t Vegeta’s problem, it was his – all it would take was one little leap of faith and he would either have what he wanted, or know if his heart would be crushed. This would be so much easier if he knew how Vegeta felt and wasn’t so dependent on his word.

The thing was, he knew what he wanted – and the kiss had forcefully reminded him just how much he wanted it. The better he got to know Vegeta, the more difficult it had become to remain rational and cautious whenever he thought about the prince. He couldn’t help imagine what it would be like to touch Vegeta again – to actually have time to study that amazing body. He’d fought the urge to even think about it in the past, but lately he visualized it more and more.

He thought he should feel guilty for wanting to be with Vegeta, but he liked him for more than just his body. He was fascinated by his mind and his unique way of thinking – sometimes Vegeta was so eye-opening logical and other times he was ruthlessly calculating with an eye to the final result regardless of the process needed to accomplish it. He was a brilliant businessman; Capsule Corp had nearly doubled in size since Bulma’s death under his guidance. It was a power Goku had never really paid attention to before and watching Vegeta conduct business when he was around made him proud and jealous of the people who could hold the prince’s attention if only for a moment.

He tossed a pebble across the stream, wincing a little when it skipped too many times, burrowing a hole through a tree on the opposite shore. He really should go home. He’d finally checked his phone a few hours ago. As expected, there were calls and messages from Yamcha apologizing and asking if Goku was okay. More surprising were two from Vegeta. The first time he had called, he’d hung up without leaving a message. The second time, the prince just said, “Kakarott” then there was a long pause as if he was going to say more before hanging up. Goku had listened to that message several times, trying to interpret Vegeta’s intent in that single word.

He pulled out his phone and listened to the message again, imagining the prince touching him as he said “Kakarott” over and over. Goku snapped the phone closed as a shudder of desire ran through him. He had to end this – one way or the other he had to end this constant doubt. He flipped the phone back open and called home.

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Goku checked himself in the mirror – clean, groomed, and as neatly dressed as he could be under the circumstances, outwardly displaying a confidence he didn’t really feel. He sighed; this was it – all in, cards on the table. He didn’t know if Vegeta would fold, but Goku was going to push it as far as it would go – the rest was up to the prince.

Goku closed his eyes, concentrated on Vegeta, and vanished.

He reappeared in his own living room; Yamcha was sitting on the couch, Vegeta was standing in the pass-through from the bedrooms. They’d had sex recently – there was no way to mask that scent; he realized at that moment that Vegeta had known about Yamcha and him all along. Goku’s eyes met Vegeta’s and he swallowed feeling an unreasoning flush of embarrassment. He almost glanced away from the prince’s intense gaze but he steeled himself; he had to stop running away and avoiding Vegeta. They were Saiyans with too much shared history; there was no escaping him and it was about time he faced that. They were stuck with each other, whether as friends, enemies, rivals … or lovers that traitorous voice in his head added. There was no way he was going to look away.

“Kakarott,” Vegeta said, acknowledging him with a nod, breaking eye contact first.

“Are you ready?” Goku asked. Vegeta was dressed simply in a black silky t-shirt style top and tight black jeans. As usual, Goku couldn’t help but notice how good he looked – he really wanted to trace the muscles that were emphasized, not hidden, by the clinging fabric.

“Yes.”

Goku was surprised to realize Vegeta was very tense. Was this…dating really that important to him? Was he really that concerned with what Goku did or felt? Was it possible that the prince was worried?

He moved a little closer and put his hand on Vegeta’s arm. “I’ll take us there, okay?” Again Vegeta surprised him, starting at the contact. They’d been touching lately without any visible reaction – had one awkward kiss changed things so completely?

“Fine.” Vegeta looked at him and Goku was struck by the urge to tell him it would be okay – the prince almost looked like he had resigned himself to Goku ending whatever this was between them.

Goku stared at the dark, pained eyes of the prince and knew he had made the right decision of where to go. Hopefully Vegeta would agree. He concentrated and they reappeared in the middle of a desert they both knew much too well.

He smiled to himself and looked over Vegeta’s shoulder at the distant plateaus. Vegeta noticed the direction of his gaze and turned around to look as well. He heard the surprised intake of breath as Vegeta recognized their location. This was where they had first met, their intense battle redefining the landscape in one of the most exciting fights Goku had ever been in. Vegeta’s arrival – his strength and skill – had completely changed his life, giving him a new goal and focus. Without Vegeta, he doubted he’d have ever reached the levels of strength he’d attained over the years. His favorite sparring matches had been here has well, even though – or maybe because – they’d both ended up beaten and bloody. He just felt so much more alive after matches like that. Years ago this was where he had been planning on telling Vegeta how he felt. It was also where he had made the decision not to speak to the prince anymore. And hopefully this would be the place where his life would change again and he would let Vegeta know his decision.

“You’re never going to forgive me, are you?” Vegeta said, facing off into the distance, his voice a barely heard rumble. “It doesn’t matter what I say or do. You’ve made up your mind and nothing I can do will change it.”

“Vegeta,” Goku said pleadingly, not wanting to be the cause of the pain he heard in Vegeta’s voice. Did the prince really care so much – enough that he wouldn’t try to disguise his feelings?

“I know I’m an ass – I’ve been one the entire time you’ve known me. You had accepted it before – what changed that day? What did I do that was so bad that I lost every chance of even being your friend?” He snapped his head to the side, glaring at a crater they had created long ago. “It doesn’t matter anyway, does it? Even if you told me what it was, I couldn’t undo it.” Vegeta turned to face him and Goku was struck by the angry grief in his eyes. “Damn it Kakarott, I could have loved you if you would have let me. I just needed more time.”

Vegeta… Vegeta said love? Could Goku have been so terribly wrong?

“Vegeta,” Goku repeated, putting a hand on his shoulder. Was he imagining the charge that ran through his hand or was it real? They’d touched in passing lately, but nothing had felt like this. “Stop.”

He was surprised when Vegeta did stop, closing his mouth in sullen compliance.

Goku tipped his head and lightly brushed his lips over Vegeta’s. He quickly drew back and gazed at the strong planes of Vegeta’s face, marveling at the confused emotions seeming to flash through his dark eyes as fast as thought.

“I don’t want to end this,” Goku said softly. “I don’t think I could go through that again. But…” He trailed off, wanting nothing more than to take Vegeta in his arms and really touch and hold him. How had he resisted for so long?

“But?” Vegeta asked. He looked as confused as Goku felt. Goku didn’t blame him – he felt like he was about to cross a huge chasm with no idea how far he would fall if he slipped.

He took a deep breath – he was going to have to tell Vegeta. Make him understand. And if it left him exposed and vulnerable…well, it wouldn’t be the first time.

“Vegeta…your coming to Earth…it was one of the best things that had happened to me.” Vegeta raised a doubtful eyebrow but let him continue. “I mean it – you were so different from everyone else I knew and I felt…well…drawn to you. I looked forward to seeing you. I remember all of our spars. See over there?” Goku said, pointing. “That’s where we first sparred as Super Saiyans. You were brilliant.”

He almost said how proud he had been of Vegeta – he’d reached that level completely on his own after all. There hadn’t been the death of a friend to help push him over the edge. Just Vegeta and that stubborn determination of his that pushed him to achieve the impossible no matter what. But he didn’t – he doubted the prince would see it as the compliment he meant it to be.

“No one else challenges me the way you do. Even the way you always used to insult me and call me names didn’t matter – I was sure you didn’t really mean it – it was just your way of keeping people from getting too close.”

“Kakarott…” Vegeta began, shaking his head.

Goku ignored him – he had started and if he hesitated he knew he’d lose his nerve. “And over time I fell in love with you.”

“Then?” Vegeta really looked shocked. “Back then? How? Why?”

Goku shrugged – he didn’t know if he could explain it any more than that and still sound intelligent and coherent. Saying things like heat, fire, flash, punch, flow, sharp…that was just a quick and easy way to sound insane. He hadn’t planned it - it just happened. “I just did.

“But I didn’t know how you felt. I mean, you said horrible things but I thought it was just talk. I didn’t believe that was how you really felt.” He knew he was babbling now – talking too much but he couldn’t seem to help himself. He just wanted Vegeta to understand him. “I have only been able to feel what kind of person you are only once, but that memory stuck with me. I knew you were basically a good person no matter what you said. Bulma liked you and she was hardly ever wrong.”

Vegeta snorted in disbelief. “She was wrong plenty of times, Kakarott.”

He was getting the shakes and he hoped Vegeta wouldn’t notice. In all the time he’d known the prince he didn’t think he had ever said so much. The more he said, the more nervous he got – he was feeling so exposed and if Vegeta took this wrong… “Not about you. She was never wrong about you…”

He fell silent, watching Vegeta watch him. He tried to read Vegeta, or at least interpret his expression right now. He wasn’t mad – he didn’t think he was mad. Was Vegeta really interested in him? “I wish I could understand you as well as she did,” Goku finally said regretfully.

“Sometimes I think she didn’t understand – she just tolerated me,” Vegeta said before glancing away. Goku was sorry he’d brought up Bulma – she was a painful and happy memory, especially for Vegeta.

“I wanted to be your friend and I was always afraid I’d disappoint you. I always thought – hoped – if I did or said just the right thing you would admit that you liked me. It didn’t happen, of course,” he added ruefully.

“And that day… I knew I was risking losing everything. I didn’t care; I was willing to give it all up. My wife, my friends, even Bulma for the chance to be with you. I was going to tell you Vegeta – tell you how I really felt. I was hoping…”

“You were hoping I would love you in return? Then?” Vegeta breathed, staring at the crater they made that day.

“Yes,” Goku said, feeling a huge surge of relief as well as a spike of fear. What now? Nothing had changed – yet – but at least Vegeta knew. It was kind of sad to realize Vegeta didn’t think anyone could love him back when he first arrived; he wondered if that had anything to do with why he had changed so much.

“I would have destroyed you, Kakarott,” Vegeta whispered, turning back to Goku, his expression one of horror. “I would have seen your emotions as a weakness…I would have taken advantage. Used you and hurt you… You never would have trusted me again – if either of us had survived.”

Goku shrugged. “I never considered that a possibility. But I knew it would change everything, so I was nervous… I kept getting distracted while we sparred.” Between wondering what Vegeta’s reaction would be and imagining actually succeeding with the prince he had kept dropping his guard.

“I remember now,” Vegeta said, shaking his head. If it had been anyone else, Goku would have said he was sad, but with Vegeta it was hard to tell. “I kept asking you what was wrong and demanding you improve, but you just kept getting worse. Your distraction made me angry because I knew you weren’t trying your best. I wasn’t the only thing on your mind – as if you didn’t need all your attention to fight me. Yeah - I remember being so pissed I beat the hell out of you and even more pissed because you hardly fought back.”

“I know,” Goku sighed. ”I didn’t want to anymore. While you were hitting me, I felt you. For the first time in years I knew how you felt. And you hated me. You hadn’t been lying – you despised me. You just left me there broken and bleeding and I halfway wished you had killed me.” He swallowed hard – this was the first time he’d told anyone, let alone Vegeta, and it hurt. “You broke my heart Vegeta. I swore I wouldn’t have any more to do with you even though I couldn’t stop loving you. I just couldn’t put myself through that again.”

Vegeta let out a frustrated breath and hid his face behind his hands. Goku wondered what he was thinking; did he still think Goku was a useless third class? Had he just exposed himself for nothing?

“Kakarott, that was years ago,” he finally said, turning back to face him. Goku was surprised to see his expression wasn’t his usual arrogant one – instead he looked kind of sad. “I’ve changed.”

“I know you have, but how much? How do I know you aren’t doing all of this because you still hate me and you’ve found a new way to hurt me?” Goku pleaded. He didn’t want it to be true. He didn’t want Vegeta to hate him because he still loved Vegeta no matter what. One kind word, one true sign of caring and Goku knew he would not be able to resist the prince.

Vegeta shook his head sadly. “You were too soon, Kakarott. I wasn’t ready. It took years before I realized my mistake.”

“But how do I know?” he repeated, a little desperately.

Vegeta sighed. “I can’t prove it Kakarott – you just have to believe me.”

Goku studied Vegeta for a long time – at least it felt long to him. He looked sincere; he sounded sincere…he wanted to believe. He knew he was risking being hurt again, but maybe the risk was worth it. Hell, he’d died – painfully. How could this be any worse than that?

“You have no idea how much I want to trust you,” he said, touching Vegeta’s arm a moment before letting his hand fall.

“Give me another chance Kakarott. I want this to work.”

“So do I,” Goku whispered. “I just… please don’t lie to me. Do you still hate me?” He dropped his head, embarrassed at having blurted out his biggest fear.

Vegeta’s fingertips stroked his cheek, turning Goku’s head to face him. “No Kakarott,” Vegeta said in a soft voice, “I do not hate you anymore. I am not planning on using your affection against you.” He leaned closer, just enough to press their lips together in a short, much-too-chaste kiss.

He was drawing away when Goku impulsively curled a hand around the back of Vegeta’s neck, pulling him close for another kiss. It wasn’t long, but in those few seconds their tongues touched and tasted, sending waves of desire and memory passing through him.

He touched fingertips to the prince’s cheek. Vegeta’s eyes began to flutter closed before opening and meeting his own gaze with a challenge. “I don’t want to end it,” Goku said. “That’s not why I brought you here. I was hoping…” He hesitated and felt his cheeks warm. He’d never given up on Vegeta and since he’d exposed so much of himself and hadn’t been ridiculed maybe there was a chance. And it was time for him to risk it. “This is where I want to start it.”

Vegeta’s expression was wonderful; a heady mixture of shock, amazement, doubt, relief, and – Goku was sure he read this right – joy. This time, when he pressed his lips to Vegeta’s they parted without hesitation giving Goku permission to kiss him in ways he’d only dreamed of. It was soft and hesitant but driven by hunger he’d felt and tried to suppress for years. After all this time he hadn’t forgotten the taste of the prince – it was such an addiction, how could he?

They broke apart and met each other’s eyes – Goku wondered if Vegeta was suffering from the same doubts. His barely heard breath of ‘Kakarott’ seemed to be a question and a sigh of relief.

Goku was about to kiss him again when Vegeta drew back and looked at him with a quirked eyebrow before putting his hands on Goku’s hips, drawing him closer. “Are you sure about this?” Vegeta asked.

Goku blushed and let Vegeta touch him with relief. “Yes,” he said, mind made up. “I want to try.” Vegeta had changed. Maybe they could work something out. Vegeta was actually smiling at him – something he didn’t think he’d ever see. He let his hand drift down from Vegeta’s shoulder to his chest, acutely aware of the prince’s hands still resting on his hips. Just being this close to the prince, touching him and breathing his scent was doing things to him. He realized with some degree of guilt that he was having very impure thoughts about Vegeta which became more impure the longer they touched. He started to wonder if it was possible to get something he’d fantasized about many times over the years. He should have asked Yamcha if Vegeta had given any clue – for all he knew it was an impossible dream. And even if it was possible, he was probably pushing things.

Problem was, he could feel his face heat up as he thought about it, and based on Vegeta’s grin and the tightening of his hands pulling their bodies closer the prince had noticed.

“Kakarott,” he said with a purr, “Are you thinking about sex?

He wished he didn’t blush so much – some people thought it was cute but he sure didn’t. “Yes,” he whispered, positive his face was scarlet.

Vegeta quirked a brow and purred again. “And?”

Goku nearly groaned at the sound – combined with their bodies pressed together like this he could feel himself hardening. He was losing control in front of the prince and didn’t think there was any way to hide it. But should he admit what he’d been thinking of? What would Vegeta say? Oh the hell with it – he couldn’t screw things up anymore. “Iwanttomakelovetoyou,” he blurted before he could lose his nerve.

“Really,” Vegeta said, drawing the word out. He didn’t seem upset – in fact Goku could have sworn he was interested. Was that really Vegeta he was feeling pressing against him? “What did you have in mind?”

Goku blinked, opened his mouth and closed it again. This was so easy with Yamcha; all he had to do was say, or even hint what he wanted. But with Vegeta he suddenly felt so awkward – how could he match that smooth confidence the prince had? “I want to…. I want to be – be in—” There was no hope for it – his face was on fire. It had to be. And Vegeta’s expression made him blush even more.

Vegeta was smirking now, as if he enjoyed how embarrassed Goku was at having to actually say what he wanted. But at least he took some pity on him and said what Goku had been fumbling so awkwardly with.

“Kakarott – am I understanding you correctly? You want to have sex with me and you want to be top?”

“Ummm…yeah.” It was hopeless – he was so red-faced he swore he would spontaneously combust.

“Why not?” Vegeta grinned.

“I thought maybe you wouldn’t….” He didn’t just agree did he? Vegeta agreed? Now all Goku had to do was shut up so he wouldn’t accidentally talk the prince out of it. Although the erection that had definitely sprung to life against his implied that wasn’t going to happen.

“Do you have condoms? Lube?” Vegeta asked, one of his hands curling around the curve of Goku’s ass and squeezing. His brain shut completely down for a moment and he had to take a few deep breaths before he could answer. Fortunately for his mental capacity Vegeta’s hands returned to his waist, but he really, really wanted them back on his ass.

“Yeah,” he whispered, hoping Vegeta wouldn’t tease him for his wishful thinking. He had put the capsule in his pocket when he was still struggling to make up his mind.

“And where were you planning on this momentous event taking place?”

Goku looked closer at Vegeta, trying to interpret his expression. The prince’s hands implied he approved since they had slid further around Goku’s waist and were making a tortuously slow slide down his ass.

“Ummm…over there,” he said, tilting his head in the direction of a shady niche in the rock formations.

“So you trust me,” Vegeta said, coaxing Goku closer to his chosen location with the press of his body. Goku felt a surge of excitement and a little fear as he realized this could really happen.

“I’m going to try,” he said softly, letting his own hands mirror Vegeta’s.

“Good,” Vegeta said with another one of his rare smiles. The prince’s hands started tugging at Goku’s pants, trying to unbutton them, but Goku captured his wrists in a loose hold.

“No, I want to do this,” Goku said.

Vegeta smirked and relaxed. “Very well, Kakarott; you’re in charge - this time.”

Goku looked at him in surprise before smiling back; he’d never expected it to be this easy. Vegeta agreed… oh my god – Vegeta agreed . He could… Goku leaned closer, meeting Vegeta’s mouth with his own, lips already parted. It was different than their other kisses – better because now they were exploring each other rather than testing. Vegeta’s body was brazenly pressed against his and he could feel how excited the prince already was.

When they finally separated, Vegeta’s eyes remained closed a moment. Goku was surprised; he wore a blissful smile on his face and he actually looked happy.”

“I’ve waited a long time for that, Kakarott.”

Goku smiled back and started to tease the prince’s shirt out of his waistband, exposing a line of skin. “Not as long as I have.”

“Do you have any concept how difficult it is right now for me to resist the temptation to rip those clothes off you?”

Goku smirked and raised the shirt a little higher, smoothing his palms over the sculpted abdomen, sending his fingers even higher to trace the powerful muscles. “Keep resisting.”

Vegeta continued to resist although Goku could hear him muttering to himself as Goku worked the shirt up and over his head. He never realized how enticing it would be to trace each muscle, following the firm lines with his fingertips. He found a spot between Vegeta’s ribs that made the prince reach out and clench Goku’s shoulders or risk collapse.

And hot – he couldn’t believe how hot Vegeta’s skin was to the touch. He wanted to experience more of it and pulled off his own shirt, dropping it to the ground beside them. Vegeta must have felt it too, because he was instantly pressed against him, chest to chest, mouth open and demanding. Goku let him take charge of this kiss because he wanted it as well. Skin to skin was even better, like his nerve endings were reaching out and grabbing what they needed, absorbing the sense of Vegeta right into his body.

He was panting when the kiss broke this time, suddenly feeling if Vegeta was around no amount of oxygen would be enough.

“Stop teasing me, Kakarott,” Vegeta gasped. “I need to get out of these damned pants.”

Goku glanced down; they did look much too tight, the prince’s erection obviously trapped and straining against the denim fabric. He decided to take pity on Vegeta, because he really, really wanted to see what he looked like.

Unbuttoning the jeans took all of his attention; he was afraid Vegeta would see his hands shaking in his eagerness. He was close to his goal when he felt Vegeta’s hands on his face, tipping it up to meet his dark gaze. Goku couldn’t hide his embarrassment under Vegeta’s intense scrutiny.

“How long have you been thinking of this, Kakarott?” Vegeta gently asked, apparently amused.

Goku flushed, and then smiled at him; he was getting what he wanted, after all. “Almost ten years,” he said softly.

Vegeta shook his head. “I don’t know how or why, Kakarott. But you win; it has been longer for you,” he said before leaning close for another kiss.

They separated and Goku looked into Vegeta’s eyes with bemusement. This shouldn’t be happening – in a rational universe they never would have gotten to this point. Logically, he never should have fallen for Vegeta. And Vegeta – with all his rage and hatred – never would have allowed things to progress even this far. The idea he was allowed to touch the prince like this… He thanked Kami, Dende and the Kais as well as any other gods he might not have met yet for the opportunity.

“Pants, Kakarott.”

Goku shook himself at Vegeta’s playful growl, surprised to realize he’d allowed himself to get distracted. It only took him a few more moments to finish unbuttoning Vegeta’s jeans and begin pushing them down over his hips.

As more and more of Vegeta’s flesh was revealed he realized he was staring again – and this time he didn’t intend to stop. He’d dreamed about this – fantasized about this – for years. Now that it was finally happening he wanted to remember every moment.

He lowered to his knees, hardly paying attention to what his hands did as he helped Vegeta finish getting undressed. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight of Vegeta’s erection; Goku impulsively touched the tip of his tongue to the tip of his cock, tasting the prince’s strong flavor. His senses were being overwhelmed by the prince; Vegeta’s scent was so much more powerful here – heat and musk that was already an addiction.

Goku knew what he wanted – he’d dreamed about it often enough – and there was no reason not to. He opened his mouth and took the length of Vegeta inside, reveling in the cries and groans of pleasure coming from the prince. The taste, the feel, the fulfillment of his fantasy was almost more than he could stand; he nearly came just from that. He did everything he wanted to – licked and sucked, feeling Vegeta’s flesh against his tongue and under his fingertips, the reality even better than his imagination. Vegeta didn’t resist, shifting his legs to make it easier for Goku to press a moistened finger to his entrance. His entire world became Vegeta – his texture, his scent, his sounds. Vegeta’s fingers in his hair and clenching his shoulder, the uncontrollable movement of the prince’s hips seeking even more pleasure – it felt so right. Vegeta’s cry when he came, the rich taste trickling over his tongue and down his throat was a gift – a reward for all the years of denial.

Vegeta was barely standing on his own – his clenching hands, as well as Goku’s own arms around the prince’s waist were all that held him up. Goku remained this way for long minutes, listening to Vegeta get his breathing under control, his cheek pressed against the prince’s groin, enjoying the feel and breathing in his scent. This was what he had wanted – what he had craved for so long. And maybe that was part of what he was afraid of – the realization he could lose himself so completely in Vegeta if he allowed himself.

“Kakarott,” Vegeta rasped, his fingers no longer tight in his hair but carding through it gently. Goku felt the ki growing in Vegeta’s hand, but couldn’t make himself care enough to move. If he had been wrong – if Vegeta did hate him and intended to hurt him for this…at least he’d have one good memory to hold on to.

Vegeta didn’t do anything to him though. Goku opened his eyes and watched as Vegeta used his ki to blast the loose sand away from the shaded rock.

“I’d like to keep the sand up my ass to an absolute minimum,” Vegeta said with a chuckle to his unspoken question. Goku grinned to himself and held Vegeta tighter. “Kakarott – this might work better if you release me,” Vegeta said, his voice telling Goku he was pleased and amused. “While it can be done standing, I personally find fucking to be more enjoyable when both parties are relatively horizontal.”

Goku blushed again. He knew it was stupid – after all, he’d just had Vegeta’s dick down his throat. But the thought of being inside the prince, able to watch his reactions and Vegeta able to watch his made him turn scarlet with the realization of just how much he wanted it. He took a deep breath, memorizing the scent of just this moment, and released his hold.

Vegeta stepped back and turned, gracefully lowering himself to the rock. Goku watched him, reminded as always of a powerful cat – sleek, swift and deadly. Vegeta stretched out on his back, propping himself up on his elbows to make it easier for him to watch Goku in return.

“It works better without the pants, you know.”

Goku smiled awkwardly and started to remove his jeans, remembering and fumbling in his pocket rather belatedly for the capsule containing the condoms and lube. The tight-fitting pants were probably the only thing that kept him from coming when Vegeta did, but they certainly became even more uncomfortable. It took him a full minute to skin them off, acutely aware of Vegeta’s eyes on him the entire time.

“Very nice, Kakarott,” Vegeta said appreciatively.

“You’ve seen me naked before,” Goku said, blushing again – would he ever get over that? “Lots of people have.” Strange he had never managed to see Vegeta unclothed in person before – it was a distracting sight, especially as he realized Vegeta was getting hard again just by looking at him.

“Perhaps…but not like this.” Vegeta held out his hand and it took Goku a moment to realize he was asking for the capsule Goku was still holding. Goku handed it to him and was about to lower himself between Vegeta’s legs when the prince told him to wait a second.

“Is something wrong?” Goku asked, worried he’d somehow screwed up in the past few minutes.

“Nothing at all,” Vegeta said, smirking as he sat up and opened the capsule. “I want to put the condom on you.”

He was going to set on fire – he was sure of it; his face was going to spontaneously combust. One of the necessary tasks of sex had suddenly become highly erotic foreplay just by Vegeta mentioning it. He watched, open-mouthed and already breathing hard, as Vegeta guided the little packet to his mouth, tearing it open with a tooth-baring grin. He was surprised when the prince slipped the condom into his mouth, but he actually gasped when he realized why. Vegeta took his cock in his mouth, letting it slide in deeper and deeper as he used his tongue and lips to roll the condom over his length. He groaned, his own hands clutching Vegeta’s shoulders as he fought not to come right then.

He almost complained when Vegeta released him, but all thought vanished again when Vegeta’s hand curled around him, stroking his erection as he slicked the condom with lube. He’d always done this for himself – he never imagined in any of his fantasies that Vegeta would be the one to do this. Vegeta’s other hand cupped and fondled Goku’s balls as he prepared him, bringing him nearly to the brink before easing off enough for Goku to lower himself to the ground.

Vegeta leaned back, grinning up at him and wrapped his legs around Goku’s waist, pulling him close. Goku hesitated – he usually spent much longer preparing Yamcha; he didn’t want to hurt Vegeta.

“Don’t you want more…?” He trailed off at Vegeta’s smirk as the prince blatantly rubbed himself against Goku.

“No, Kakarott. I want to be fucked. Now,” he said, punctuating his reply with a thrust of his hips.

Goku grinned; if that was what the prince wanted, that was what he would get. He curled his hands around Vegeta’s hips, moving him into position. He inhaled deeply and slid into the prince with a shaky exhalation that immediately became a gasp of pleasure. Vegeta threw his head back and groaned his approval, his legs clenching tightly around Goku, his heels rubbing against Goku’s tailspot.

Goku leaned closer, demanding a kiss, his tongue moving against the prince’s, echoing the movement of his hips as he drove deeper into Vegeta’s body. He couldn’t believe how much heat Vegeta gave off – it was like embracing a furnace.

He had wanted his first time with Vegeta to be long and slow and leisurely, but it just wasn’t possible. He’d held back too long. The sounds, the scent, the feel, and the way the prince’s eyes pierced him as they moved together quickly pushed him over the edge. His arousal was too powerful to contain and he came with a triumphant shout, Vegeta coming mere moments later.

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