In Your Dreams

Title: In Your Dreams
Pairings: Vegeta x Goku
Author: CrimsonTide

Warnings - Lemon! I know you're all excited ^.^


CHAPTER 16

Patience was never one of Bulma’s virtues, so after sitting around for nearly three hours waiting for some kind of word from Vegeta, she was just about ready to tear her own hair out. She’d already gnawed all of her previously manicured nails down to nothing and now she was busy drumming her fingers on the table top.

Trunks had arrived nearly twenty minutes prior, and after observing his mother’s agitated behavior, he had asked what was going on. Bulma had explained that Goku had been taken back to a new hideout and that Vegeta had been baited into retrieving him on his own. It was an obvious trap that was unlikely to result in the prince walking out with Goku, but the older Saiyajin had gone regardless. He knew what he was getting himself into and he was fully prepared to accept the consequences. Problem was, Bulma was not.

“What about the dragonballs?” Trunks asked. “You already have most of them here, so why not gather the remaining ones and wish them back here? It won’t take long to find the others.”

Bulma huffed in frustration and shook her head. “It won’t work. Shortly after I found him, Goku told me that there were two conditions concerning the deal he made with Shenlong. One was, of course, that he would give up all his ki to restore the dragonballs’ power. The second was that no one who had any current knowledge of the balls, or have used them in the past could use them again. It was to insure they wouldn’t be abused again.”

Trunks blinked in astonishment. “So we can never use the dragonballs again? Ever?”

“No. Even if we gathered them all together and summoned Shenlong, he wouldn’t respond. The dragonballs would just scatter.”

Mother and son sat in silence for awhile. The only sound was the steady tic-tock of the clock as time slowly ticked away.

“So what happens now? You said father has been gone for hours. Don’t you think he would have been back by now if everything was ok?”

“I don’t know!” Bulma suddenly shouted, causing the demi-Saiyajin seated across from her to jump in surprise at her sudden outburst. She ran her fingers through her hair in frustration and settled back into her seat. “I have no idea what’s going on! For all I know he hasn’t even been taken to Goku yet. I don’t want to risk calling his cell phone in case he’s hiding it.”

Trunks raised an eyebrow. “Father has a cell phone?”

The older woman nodded, not really looking at him. “Yeah, I asked him to take it with him.”

“Well, isn’t there a tracking chip in all our phones? Why not find the signal and see if it’s still moving?”

Bulma’s blue eyes suddenly lit up, and she nearly hit herself in the forehead for not thinking about something so obvious in the first place. She really didn’t think well under pressure. “I can’t believe I didn’t think of that sooner! Ugh, I’m such an idiot!”

Trunks smiled at the suddenly excited woman as she dashed off to find her computer.

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Perhaps telling Kakarotto about Villa’s plans wasn’t the wisest thing to do after all. No sooner had Vegeta revealed the human’s intentions, the younger Saiyajin had shooed him out of the bathroom as if he expected the prince to jump him right there and then. Needless to say, Vegeta was a little insulted that the other man thought so little of his self-control. Had he been lacking in that department he would have ravished Kakarotto quite some time ago.

So now Vegeta had been sitting on the bed for the past ten minutes waiting for the other man to emerge from the bathroom. When he finally did, Kakarotto came out fully dressed in loose fitting pants and a turban styled shirt that he secured at the waist with a sash. Aside from the royal blue sash, the entire outfit was white, making the younger Saiyajin look like quite the virgin.

The thought brought a smirk to Vegeta lips, and Goku looked at him oddly as he rubbed a towel over his head in order to dry his hair. A blue-black tail snapped back and forth behind its’ owner; an obvious sign that the other was on edge.

“Kakarotto, relax. I have no intention of knocking you up, so stop acting as if you expect me to jump you at any second.”

A light blush crept over the other’s cheeks as he chuckled nervously and tossed the damp towel he’d been using aside. He turned away from the older Saiyajin and ran his fingers through his hair to smooth down the unruly locks into their normal disarray of spikes. Vegeta could tell that Kakarotto was unsure of what to do with himself by the way he paced around the table on the other side of the room; but it was obvious he was tired based on his continuous attempts to stifle yawns.

The prince stood up from the bed and moved closer to the bathroom. He could use a shower himself. After having so many hands on him today, he felt grimy.

“It’s late. You should sleep.”

Goku turned and waited until the older man had disappeared inside the bathroom. A few seconds later he could hear the shower running. The younger Saiyajin’s tail finally stilled behind him and he sighed as he moved toward the bed. He felt guilty about how he’d reacted to Vegeta’s news. It wasn’t that he expected the older man to rape him; he’d just been shocked. And what MALE wouldn’t be shocked to learn that they could apparently carry a child?

He also knew that Dr. Villa didn’t have any boundaries when it came to science. Even if Vegeta had no intention of participating in this next experiment, the human would make sure he did, no matter what it took.

Goku shivered as a chill worked its way up his spine. He climbed into the bed and scooted over to the far side closest to the wall before pulling the blankets around his self and curling up. The younger Saiyajin had hoped he’d never see this place again, and he honestly wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take before he broke completely.

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“Any luck?” Trunks asked as he leaned over his mother’s shoulder and peered at the computer screen.

Bulma chewed on her already destroyed thumbnail as she studied the data in front of her. It seemed as if the tracking chip had been damaged somehow. It was still transmitting a signal, but it was weak and it wasn’t exact. Their search had been narrowed down to a twenty five mile radius. It was better than nothing, but it would take awhile to find Vegeta and Goku’s exact location.

“Well, if he still has the phone on him, then this is where they are right now. But we’ll be searching a large area. We need to gather the others in order to find them as quickly as possible. I don’t have a good feeling about this...”

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By the time Vegeta had finished with his shower and redressed in his original outfit, (he refused to wear what had been set out for them), Goku was asleep. The prince peered down at the younger Saiyajin, taking in his boyish features. He was certainly an attractive man, and by far the most ‘beautiful’ Saiyajin he’d ever seen. Vegeta could only imagine what their children, should they ever have any, would look like. He had no doubt they’d be powerful beyond comprehension.

The prince’s lip quirked into a small grin. Full-Blooded Saiyajins. The very idea sent a chill of excitement down his spine. Their people didn’t have to die out with them; they could rebuild their race. Vegeta’s could feel his already strong feelings for Kakarotto grow, as well as his desire to protect the younger man.

The prince was careful not to jostle the bed as he climbed in and pulled the other Saiyajin against his chest. He felt the smaller body tense for only a moment before those muscles relaxed once again, and Vegeta buried his nose in Goku’s hair before closing his eyes and letting sleep take him away.

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The Next Morning –

Morning came all too soon, and though there were no windows to let in the sunlight, the bustling lab around him alerted him to its presence.

Vegeta grumbled under his breath as he stretched out his sore muscles and pinched the bridge of his nose. He had a headache. His sleep had not been a peaceful one. All night long he’d been tormented by nightmares depicting what was to come, and needless to say, his mood was not a positive one.

The prince blinked open his eyes when he realized that there was no warm body beside him, and he quickly sat up as a surge of panic swept over him.

Much to his relief, however, Goku was sitting at the table eating what looked like a rather normal breakfast. At least the humans fed their lab rats well.

The younger Saiyajin smiled when he noticed the elder man was awake, and he waved him over and gestured to the food he’d left untouched. Vegeta frowned as he threw his legs over the side of the bed and he sat there for a moment as he rubbed his temples in an attempt to calm the pounding pressure that he felt building up inside his head. He didn’t get headaches very often, so he felt rather put off by this one.

Goku had been watching the prince since he’d first woken up, and the fact Vegeta seemed to be in pain didn’t go unnoticed. After swallowing his last bite of food and wiping off his hands, the younger Saiyajin got up from his chair and moved across the room, settling himself on the bed behind Vegeta.

The older man hadn’t noticed the other’s movement, so he was caught off guard when two hands settled on his shoulders from behind. His initial reaction was to attack the person touching him, but he could easily tell by scent alone that it was Kakarotto who was behind him. Vegeta turned his head with the intention of asking what the other Saiyajin thought he was doing, but Goku only clucked his tongue and pushed on one shoulder until he faced forward again.

Now Vegeta didn’t like being told what to do, but before he could express his irritation, the other’s hands began to kneed and massage the tension from his shoulders. The prince could feel the fur on his tail stand on end as Goku’s hands worked their magic, gradually moving from his shoulders, to his neck, and finally into his hair. Kami, Bulma had tried to give him a massage before, but she’d never been strong enough for it to really feel good. THIS was almost better than sex.... Almost.

Before Vegeta could stop it, a purr erupted from deep within his chest, and Goku chuckled behind him when he heard the rumbling noise. The older man didn’t like purring in front of most people because they tended to think it was ‘cute’. He didn’t like that word, especially when it was used to describe him; but he didn’t mind purring for Kakarotto. He probably couldn’t stop even if he did mind though.

Somewhere along the line Vegeta’s body had turned to mush, and he had slumped back against Goku’s chest into a reclined position. The younger man didn’t seem to mind as he continued to weave his fingers through the prince’s hair, and if not for the sudden interruption that followed next, they probably would have been content in staying that way for the majority of the day.

“Ah, it’s nice to see you’re both getting along so well. That should help things progress smoothly today.”

The fingers in his hair stilled and Vegeta’s eyes snapped open as he quickly sat up and glared at Dr. Villa on the other side of the glass wall the separated them. He was smiling that obnoxious smile of his as he stood in front of the intercom system he was using to speak to them.

The scientists’ eyes moved to the table and he seemed overly pleased when he noticed Goku’s portion had been eaten. Vegeta felt the sudden urge to block the man’s view of the younger Saiyajin when those beady eyes turned back to them.

“I’m glad you had an appetite this morning, Goku. How do you feel now?”

Alarm bells went off in Vegeta’s head as his eyes darted from the empty plates, to Dr. Villa, and then to Goku, who was suddenly looking very pale and clammy.

“Kakarotto?” He moved forward to place his hands on the other’s face, and he hissed as the other flinched away from him and scooted away until his back was against the wall. Though their contact had been brief, the older man had felt a fever building.

Vegeta growled and spun back around to face Dr. Villa. “Kisama! You drugged his food?!”

The human nodded as if he were proud of himself. “Not to worry. It’s only an aphrodisiac; though it is a powerful one. I assumed you two would refuse to cooperate, so I thought I’d help things along. I’ve triggered an artificial heat in Goku that will leave him feeling very uncomfortable for the next several hours. It’s your choice whether or not you choose to ‘help’ him in his time of need, but I can assure you that the process will be painful for the both of you if you choose not to.”

Vegeta’s hands clenched into fists as he growled low in his chest. The urge to tear the man in front of him limb from limb was too strong to ignore, but he had no way of getting to him. “Fucking bastard!” he shouted before turning back to Goku. Villa would have to wait.

The drug seemed to be kicking in quickly now, and the younger man was panting and had curled up against the wall. His eyes were half-lidded and he was sweating; though his entire body trembled as if he were cold.

Vegeta nearly sneezed as a powerful and intoxicating scent suddenly engulfed him, and his knees went weak as a result. He could feel his body reacting to that inviting smell, and his own hands began to tremble as he fought to control himself.

The prince knelt on the bed and raised a tentative hand toward the younger man. “Kakarotto...”

Large black eyes snapped up to meet his own, and Vegeta could feel his throat constrict at the pleading expression he saw there. He could tell Goku was fighting this forced heat as best he could, but it was a losing battle. Pain was beginning to wrack his system as he denied his body what it was screaming out for, and a strangled whimper left the younger man’s lips as he fought for control.

A cold sweat broke out over Vegeta’s forehead as he watched the other Saiyajin twist to one side in an attempt to make himself more comfortable, but it was futile. He wouldn’t be comfortable until he was sexually satiated; but the older man couldn’t bring himself to give him what he needed. He couldn’t help Kakarotto like this.

“Kakarotto, tell me what you want me to do!”

Goku breathed heavily through his mouth as he looked at the prince through watery eyes, but he shook his head a moment later before banging it back against the wall he leaned against.

“Stop! Just... trust me!”

Before the younger Saiyajin could react, Vegeta had moved forward and pinned Goku between his body and the wall. He thrashed violently against his capture, but when the prince’s strong arms wound around him and held him close, he found himself unable to fight it. The contact of another Saiyajin body instantly soothed most the pain he’d felt building within him, and Goku soon found himself clutching at Vegeta for support. The younger man subconsciously moved his legs apart in order to allow the prince to settle between them, thus bringing them even closer than before.

Vegeta held the other tightly, hoping that this might be enough to help Kakarotto get through the drugs’ effects, but when the smaller man’s body began to tremble against his own again he knew it would not be enough.

Goku squeezed his eyes shut when another wave of heat washed over his body, and he arched against the prince as he dug his fingers into the other’s clothed shoulder blades. Unshed tears finally escaped and trickled down his cheeks as his frustration grew. He didn’t want to make Vegeta do this, but it was so painful! He just wished the older man would kill him and be done with it, but he knew that wouldn’t happen. This was worse than all the other tortures he’d been put through; mainly because Vegeta was forced to participate. Goku had grown so close to the older man in the past couple of months, and he was sure their friendship would be over after this. That more than anything filled Goku with a sense of despair.

The younger Saiyajin was brought back to reality when Vegeta spoke into his ear.

“Forgive me, Kakarotto, but I can’t watch this.”

A moment later Goku felt the other’s tongue flick over his neck, and he involuntarily arched his head back to grant the other better access. His body hummed pleasantly with each lick, nip, and suck from the other’s mouth, and Goku was torn between pulling away and pushing himself closer.

Vegeta’s hands began to wander over his body, and they eventually worked their way down to the sash around his waist. With the flick of a wrist the material was gone and Goku’s shirt fell open to reveal his toned chest and stomach. The prince bit back a moan as his eyes fell upon the glistening flesh and he bent forward to take a pink nipple into his mouth. The younger man’s breaths became raspy as he arched his back and buried of own fingers in Vegeta’s hair. His thighs squeezed the older man’s sides as he struggled to gain control over his body, but it was a losing battle. The other’s touch proved to be the only thing that could soothe him and keep the overwhelming heat that scorched his insides at bay. Without it he felt like he would burn up.

Vegeta wasn’t fairing much better. Though the smell, feel, sight, and taste of the other man was like a drug to his system, he couldn’t help but feel an intense sense of guilt over what he was doing. He could tell Kakarotto was fighting him just as much as he was encouraging him, and to know that even the tiniest part of the younger man didn’t want this was tearing him apart. This wasn’t how the prince wanted their first time to be; and now this may very well be their last time.

Vegeta struggled to keep his emotions in check as he continued to lavish the other’s body with his attentions. He ran his tongue over every inch of Goku’s exposed flesh and he explored every bit with his hands and fingers. But, like before, it soon wasn’t enough to satisfy the younger man’s need. Soon Kakarotto was whimpering again and clutching at him as he pressed his body against his own. The pain began to build up, and the prince could literally feel the intense heat that radiated off of the other Saiyajin’s flesh.

With a small amount of hesitance and another whispered apology, Vegeta slipped his fingers beneath the waistband of Goku’s pants and slowly pushed them down. He maneuvered himself in order to slip the material completely off the other’s body before he once again settled between those muscled legs.

Goku hid his face in the crook of his elbow and fisted his other hand into his own hair. Vegeta flinched when a strangled sob escaped through the younger man’s clenched teeth, and he sighed as he pulled him away from the wall and gently laid him back on the bed. The prince pulled the covers up around them in order to block the view of the cameras that he knew were recording their every move. He’d preserve what he could of Kakarotto’s dignity, as well as his own.

Vegeta crouched over top of Goku in an attempt to make the other Saiyajin feel more secure and protected from the lab around them, and he placed a gentle kiss beside the other’s mouth. The gestures seemed to help to some extent because the intense trembling seemed to subside. Goku slowly lowered the arm that hid his eyes and he settled his gaze on the older man as if to apologize for this entire mess. The prince only grinned and placed his lips on the other Saiyajin’s forehead.

“You have no reason to apologize.”
With that Vegeta reached down and ran the tip of his finger over Goku’s throbbing member, electing a sharp gasp that turned into a hiss. The younger man shifted below him as the prince manually stimulated him, but much to his frustration, it wasn’t enough to calm his raging hormones.

Vegeta paused when a low keening noise began to flow from Goku’s throat, and he pulled back enough to look into the other’s eyes. He was confused by the blush that suddenly began to glow across the Saiyajin’s cheeks, but when he felt Kakarotto bring his knees up a little, he understood.

“You... you need me to...?”

Goku could only give him a quick nod before he tore his eyes away from the older man, instead choosing to focus on the arm that was braced beside his head. Vegeta took a deep breath, once again feeling an overwhelming desire for the other man as that scent hit him again. He moved his hand down a little and brushed his fingers over the younger man’s already lubricated opening. A low moan came from Goku’s throat as he shifted his legs apart even more to grant the elder better access.

Vegeta watched the other’s face closely for any signs that he should stop as he slowly pushed one digit inside Kakarotto’s body. The younger man’s hands came up and he wrapped his arms around the prince’s neck, pulling him down on top of him. Vegeta couldn’t stop his own moan from leaving his lips as his arousal strained against the confines of his pants. As much as he wanted to see to his own pleasure, he would not go that far with the other Saiyajin if he didn’t have to.

Goku suddenly bucked his hips upward, and Vegeta took that as a sign to continue. He pressed a second finger inside the other’s entrance and quickly followed with a third, pausing only when the younger man grunted in pain. He waited patiently for Goku to adjust to the invasion, and soon enough, he felt a gentle nip at his ear; a sign to continue.

The prince began to suck at Kakarotto’s arched neck as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out of his lover’s body. Lover? Yes. Kakarotto was Vegeta’s lover. He had intended him to become his mate before they were brought to this place, and he still intended for him to be when they left. When they were free Vegeta would take the time to properly court the younger Saiyajin before mating him. As far as he was concerned, this didn’t count.

Several minutes passed by, and though Vegeta thought this manual stimulation might do the trick, Goku soon began to show signs that it was no longer enough. The prince was at a loss as to what to do next when the younger man’s tail suddenly came up and wrapped tightly around his thigh.

His tail.

Vegeta slowly withdrew his fingers and shifted his weight to the side. He hooked one arm beneath Goku’s knee and lifted that leg out and to the side in order to make room for his tail to move in between their bodies. The prince circled the tip of his chestnut tail around the younger Saiyajin’s entrance, and his partner squirmed and licked at his neck in response. Encouraged by the positive reaction, Vegeta slowly eased the now slick appendage inside the tight ring of muscle. The girth of his tail exceeded that of his fingers, and Goku tensed below him and tightened his grip on the older man as he was stretched wider than before. It wasn’t long, however, before his pained grunts turned into a steady rumbling purr.

Vegeta thrust his hips against the younger man’s in time with the movement of his tail, and their bodies rocked together in a steady tempo of pleasure. He not only moved his tail in and out of Goku’s body, but he also twirled the furry tip around, stroking him from the inside and setting his nerve endings ablaze. The other Saiyajin arched and squirmed beneath him, and his hands clutched at anything they could reach.

The older man licked his lips as his own body screamed for release, and he thrust his tail inside his lover a little further than he had before, electing a sharp yelp from the other Saiyajin. Vegeta paused, thinking he might have hurt him, but Goku rocked his hips up hard to repeat the movement a moment later, and it became clear that the prince had found his pleasure spot. With an almost wicked grin Vegeta set a new pace, continually thrusting and stroking with this tail while grinding their hips together in a gradually increasing rhythm.

It wasn’t long after that when Goku’s body arched like a bow and he nearly howled with pleasure as he reached his climax. The sight alone was enough to make the prince reach his own completion, but he forced himself to remain under control. He wouldn’t allow himself the pleasure after forcing this on the younger man.

Vegeta felt the other Saiyajin go limp beneath him, and he bit his lip as he slowly eased his tail out of Goku’s body. He used the sheets to clean up the now sleeping man before he tossed them aside and retrieved the white pants he’d discarded earlier. After redressing the younger Saiyajin and securing the sash around his slim waist, Vegeta retreated to the bathroom to compose himself as he struggled to deal with the sudden wave of guilt that washed over him.


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TBC

A/N - Thank you all again for your wonderful reviews ^.^ You were all so patient during my absence, but you still let me know you missed the story and were itching for more. I appreciate that more than you'll ever know!