Broken In Pieces [Discontinued]
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Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult +
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13
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Cannot Be Parted
Broken In Pieces
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“They are joined one to another; they stick together and cannot be parted.”
(Job 41:17)
Chapter Eleven
Vegeta moved as smoothly as possible. The action would be easier if his body was not utterly restricted by a certain mass lying against him. Kakarrot lay asleep against his chest with a hand clutching possessively on his upper arm. He was sure a bruise would reveal itself later, but Vegeta could care less at the moment.
Kakarrot was in his arms. He was pressed near enough to Vegeta so that he could take in his scent – something Vegeta had sorely missed. When he arrived in Other World, Kakarrot’s face stayed tucked behind his eyes every time he closed them. But, his smell. His mind remembered it, yet his nose could not completely translate the dull information.
The whole idea made Vegeta think of the smells of food. His mind was imprinted with their memory, but until their heavenly scent filled him anew, he had not come to truly appreciate their disappearance or their reappearance. Kakarrot’s return stabbed Vegeta with such intense emotions as to blind him from reality. He had forgotten about training with King Kai and the fact that he was technically dead. The one thing that mattered to him was the Kakarrot’s soft face as his chest rose and dived in his quiet sleep.
Vegeta willed a finger to stroke Kakarrot’s thin face. ‘Was it this thin before?’ Vegeta wondered. He decided to remedy that later. Vegeta knew Kakarrot must have been through a great deal. He did not let his mind wander back to his own death lightly. He let himself shrink back to that day in small segments, dealing with the scenes in short bursts.
He could not imagine what his body must have looked like – bloody and cold. Vegeta drew back his hand from Kakarrot’s face to cover his mouth. He breathed heavily through his nose. He was glad that he did not become sick. It would have been most inconvenient in his current situation with Kakarrot so near and beneath him.
The first time Vegeta recalled his own death he had indeed vomited. A part of his mind had marveled at his ability to throw up, considering the fact the he was dead and that he had nothing in his system. Calming his mind, Vegeta replaced his hand back on Kakarrot’s face. Another thing he had missed was his lover’s warmth. Though he was presently reminded of his physical warmth, Vegeta’s drew back to memory of his warm smiles. He loved that about Kakarrot.
‘Love?’ He thought. The word seemed so inadequate. After all they had been through and every thing they would have to endure to be happy and whole, Vegeta knew there was so much more between Kakarrot and himself than that little word, but for some reason, Vegeta clung to it.
It was all he had right now. He had his love for Kakarrot. He did not have his father, his home, or his title anymore, and somehow it was enough for him. “Kakarrot is enough.” He whispered.
Vegeta and Kakarrot lay against the tree on King Kai’s planet for an undetermined amount of time. Vegeta refused to move until Kakarrot was ready. He had to be Kakarrot’s anchor. Judging from Kakarrot’s appearance and his reaction to seeing Vegeta again, Vegeta was sure that Kakarrot had suffered greatly. He had to repair some of that hurt now. He knew some of it would never completely fade. He knew that like bitter scars there would always be a trace of Vegeta’s death in Kakarrot’s mind and heart. He accepted this and prayed to protect Kakarrot against all the heartache he could in their future life together.
Vegeta titled his head to peer down at Kakarrot’s neck. ‘Our future life,’ he thought. His fingers ghosted over Kakarrot’s face and hovered just above where his mate mark should go. ‘What would stop us now?’ Vegeta wondered. ‘There’s no need for restraint anymore. The crown is already lost to me.’ Vegeta fingered Kakarrot’s neck softly. ‘Even if there was a chance at the crown, what do I care about upholding my father’s traditions? He sent me to be killed.’ Vegeta grimaced. That particular thought had caused him much grief since his arrival in Other World.
As he ran along Snake Way, he had wept. He had also blasted the path out of rage. He wanted to convince himself that he hated his father, but he could not. He wished he did hate him. ‘It would be easier.’ Vegeta looked away from Kakarrot as the anger and sadness rippled through him. ‘When did every thing have to be so complicated?’ Vegeta sighed, recalling the short, but powerful history between himself and Kakarrot.
He rubbed Kakarrot’s cheek. ‘I guess nothing will come simply now.’
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After what seemed like days, Kakarrot awoke. Vegeta dragged him inside and nearly shouted at King Kai for food for Kakarrot. King Kai snorted at him, but had obliged them. Vegeta gave up on being polite rather quickly and began shoveling food into Kakarrot’s reluctant mouth. When Vegeta was satisfied with Kakarrot’s progress, he led Kakarrot to the room King Kai allowed him to use while training.
With the door shut, Vegeta undressed. Left now only in his boxers, he motioned for Kakarrot to follow his lead. Vegeta climbed on top of the bed and rested his back against the headboard. Kakarrot slowly reacted, stripped down to his underwear, and crawled next to Vegeta. Vegeta threw an arm around Kakarrot’s shoulders. “How are you feeling?” He smiled.
“I’m alright. I still can’t believe this is real. I know I’m going to wake up from it and be back on Yardrat without you.” Kakarrot’s voice was hollow.
“I’m here, Kakarrot. It is real.” Vegeta kissed Kakarrot’s cheek.
“I know.” Kakarrot moved a shaky hand to rest on Vegeta’s muscular chest. He felt Vegeta’s warmth, his heartbeat. He sighed. “I’ve missed you so much, Vegeta. You have no idea how badly I’ve missed you.”
“We will have time to talk about all of that later, Kakarrot.” Vegeta’s hand gripped Kakarrot’s shoulder, pulling him closer.
Kakarrot turned his eyes from Vegeta’s chest to stare into his eyes. “Vegeta, may I have a kiss?”
Vegeta smiled lovingly at Kakarrot. “Of course.” Vegeta leaned towards Kakarrot.
Kakarrot leaned forward, and for just a moment their lips hovered next to each other, not touching. Then, Kakarrot pressed his lips to Vegeta’s.
The taste of Vegeta’s lips against Kakarrot’s caused him to shiver. Vegeta swore he forgot how to breathe. Their hands found one another despite their eyes being closed. Kakarrot and Vegeta were finally together, and both men swore they would never be torn apart again.
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To Be Continued.
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“They are joined one to another; they stick together and cannot be parted.”
(Job 41:17)
Chapter Eleven
Vegeta moved as smoothly as possible. The action would be easier if his body was not utterly restricted by a certain mass lying against him. Kakarrot lay asleep against his chest with a hand clutching possessively on his upper arm. He was sure a bruise would reveal itself later, but Vegeta could care less at the moment.
Kakarrot was in his arms. He was pressed near enough to Vegeta so that he could take in his scent – something Vegeta had sorely missed. When he arrived in Other World, Kakarrot’s face stayed tucked behind his eyes every time he closed them. But, his smell. His mind remembered it, yet his nose could not completely translate the dull information.
The whole idea made Vegeta think of the smells of food. His mind was imprinted with their memory, but until their heavenly scent filled him anew, he had not come to truly appreciate their disappearance or their reappearance. Kakarrot’s return stabbed Vegeta with such intense emotions as to blind him from reality. He had forgotten about training with King Kai and the fact that he was technically dead. The one thing that mattered to him was the Kakarrot’s soft face as his chest rose and dived in his quiet sleep.
Vegeta willed a finger to stroke Kakarrot’s thin face. ‘Was it this thin before?’ Vegeta wondered. He decided to remedy that later. Vegeta knew Kakarrot must have been through a great deal. He did not let his mind wander back to his own death lightly. He let himself shrink back to that day in small segments, dealing with the scenes in short bursts.
He could not imagine what his body must have looked like – bloody and cold. Vegeta drew back his hand from Kakarrot’s face to cover his mouth. He breathed heavily through his nose. He was glad that he did not become sick. It would have been most inconvenient in his current situation with Kakarrot so near and beneath him.
The first time Vegeta recalled his own death he had indeed vomited. A part of his mind had marveled at his ability to throw up, considering the fact the he was dead and that he had nothing in his system. Calming his mind, Vegeta replaced his hand back on Kakarrot’s face. Another thing he had missed was his lover’s warmth. Though he was presently reminded of his physical warmth, Vegeta’s drew back to memory of his warm smiles. He loved that about Kakarrot.
‘Love?’ He thought. The word seemed so inadequate. After all they had been through and every thing they would have to endure to be happy and whole, Vegeta knew there was so much more between Kakarrot and himself than that little word, but for some reason, Vegeta clung to it.
It was all he had right now. He had his love for Kakarrot. He did not have his father, his home, or his title anymore, and somehow it was enough for him. “Kakarrot is enough.” He whispered.
Vegeta and Kakarrot lay against the tree on King Kai’s planet for an undetermined amount of time. Vegeta refused to move until Kakarrot was ready. He had to be Kakarrot’s anchor. Judging from Kakarrot’s appearance and his reaction to seeing Vegeta again, Vegeta was sure that Kakarrot had suffered greatly. He had to repair some of that hurt now. He knew some of it would never completely fade. He knew that like bitter scars there would always be a trace of Vegeta’s death in Kakarrot’s mind and heart. He accepted this and prayed to protect Kakarrot against all the heartache he could in their future life together.
Vegeta titled his head to peer down at Kakarrot’s neck. ‘Our future life,’ he thought. His fingers ghosted over Kakarrot’s face and hovered just above where his mate mark should go. ‘What would stop us now?’ Vegeta wondered. ‘There’s no need for restraint anymore. The crown is already lost to me.’ Vegeta fingered Kakarrot’s neck softly. ‘Even if there was a chance at the crown, what do I care about upholding my father’s traditions? He sent me to be killed.’ Vegeta grimaced. That particular thought had caused him much grief since his arrival in Other World.
As he ran along Snake Way, he had wept. He had also blasted the path out of rage. He wanted to convince himself that he hated his father, but he could not. He wished he did hate him. ‘It would be easier.’ Vegeta looked away from Kakarrot as the anger and sadness rippled through him. ‘When did every thing have to be so complicated?’ Vegeta sighed, recalling the short, but powerful history between himself and Kakarrot.
He rubbed Kakarrot’s cheek. ‘I guess nothing will come simply now.’
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After what seemed like days, Kakarrot awoke. Vegeta dragged him inside and nearly shouted at King Kai for food for Kakarrot. King Kai snorted at him, but had obliged them. Vegeta gave up on being polite rather quickly and began shoveling food into Kakarrot’s reluctant mouth. When Vegeta was satisfied with Kakarrot’s progress, he led Kakarrot to the room King Kai allowed him to use while training.
With the door shut, Vegeta undressed. Left now only in his boxers, he motioned for Kakarrot to follow his lead. Vegeta climbed on top of the bed and rested his back against the headboard. Kakarrot slowly reacted, stripped down to his underwear, and crawled next to Vegeta. Vegeta threw an arm around Kakarrot’s shoulders. “How are you feeling?” He smiled.
“I’m alright. I still can’t believe this is real. I know I’m going to wake up from it and be back on Yardrat without you.” Kakarrot’s voice was hollow.
“I’m here, Kakarrot. It is real.” Vegeta kissed Kakarrot’s cheek.
“I know.” Kakarrot moved a shaky hand to rest on Vegeta’s muscular chest. He felt Vegeta’s warmth, his heartbeat. He sighed. “I’ve missed you so much, Vegeta. You have no idea how badly I’ve missed you.”
“We will have time to talk about all of that later, Kakarrot.” Vegeta’s hand gripped Kakarrot’s shoulder, pulling him closer.
Kakarrot turned his eyes from Vegeta’s chest to stare into his eyes. “Vegeta, may I have a kiss?”
Vegeta smiled lovingly at Kakarrot. “Of course.” Vegeta leaned towards Kakarrot.
Kakarrot leaned forward, and for just a moment their lips hovered next to each other, not touching. Then, Kakarrot pressed his lips to Vegeta’s.
The taste of Vegeta’s lips against Kakarrot’s caused him to shiver. Vegeta swore he forgot how to breathe. Their hands found one another despite their eyes being closed. Kakarrot and Vegeta were finally together, and both men swore they would never be torn apart again.
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To Be Continued.