Past To future

Don\'t own anything, just thought I\'d let you all know that before we get started. Now a word from Vegeta....Vegeta?
*The Prince has Goku pinned on the floor, an evil grin on his face.* Shut up woman, can\'t you see I\'m busy....

ON WITH THE STORY!

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There came a hard, pounding knock at the door, and Goku jumped in fright, his face going red from embarrassment. He had almost forgotten where he was, almost. The person knocked again and he pushed Vegeta away once more, trying to catch his breath. “Go, go take care of yourself…We’ve got to go shopping.” Running a none-too-steady hand through his hair, he tried to calm down. It would not do him any good to walk out with a raging hardon while wearing such tight pants. “Don’t look at me like that…”

Vegeta looked completely pissed but did as he was told simply because the knocking at the door was beginning to annoy him. “HEY! We’ll be out in a few!” Vegeta growled, turning to the toilet, his hand disappearing into his pants. Resting his other hand against the cold tile of the wall, he pulled his hard shaft free of his clothing. He could feel Goku’s eyes on him and he tried to ignore it, concentrating on what he was stroking. His raging hormones couldn’t take it if he even looked at the over grown baka right now.

“HEY! I’VE GOTTA GO, CAN’T YOU HURRY IT UP!”

Goku could tell that the Prince was about to fly off the handle and start shouting just by the way Vegeta‘s shoulders tensed and his hand clenched against the wall. Wincing, he took a step back. When Vegeta gave a satisfied moan he felt himself relax marginally, tuning out the sounds of splashing water, he heard the soft curses of the man on the other side of the door.

“Done…for now…“ Vegeta purred after washing his dirty hands.

“Come on then…“ Going to the door, Goku unlocked it and marched his friend out. The stranger on the other side of the door greeted him a dirty look, but Goku ignored it.

This man’s mind was easer for Goku to read than most people and he could hear the stranger’s thoughts as if the other were talking to him. ~That pervert…was probably molesting that kid. ~ Suppressing a snarl, he pushed past the man and back out to the lounge. Stopping at the vendor, he got Vegeta the cookies he had been looking at earlier. “Now come on, we’ve got to go shopping. He reminded the prince, taking the other’s hand.

He didn’t know how he could act normal after what Vegeta had done in the bathroom, but he somehow managed. Maybe it was because he knew that it was not right to feel this way towards the other, or maybe it was because he was still trying hard to convince himself that he wasn’t deeply attracted to the other. Maybe it was even the fact that he’d always preferred to have sex outside, away from this dirty city—Goku gave a little prayer to Kami Sama after that though. What ever it was, he found the willpower not to think about Vegeta’s flushed face and lust filled eyes…or his plump lips…his firm body, that hard length…he had been stroking while he leaned over the toilet.

~W-what…~ Goku’s mind raced over the last few moments, realizing what Vegeta had done while he stood so close. Groaning mentally, he forced his lust back down. Just thinking about Vegeta doing something so…taboo…mmmmmm….

“Kakkarot!” Vegeta demanded attention and Goku snapped out of his trance like haze. “What the HELL is that?”

Goku looked towards the sign that Vegeta pointed at and grinned down at his friend, “It’s exactly what we were looking for, a clothing store. Come on. Let’s find you something better to wear.” Goku said, escorting Vegeta at once across the street and into the cool, air-conditioned interior.

“Clothes,” Vegeta said duly, “I’d rather be naked.”

He felt his face blaze deep crimson once more, an image of Vegeta’s naked body popping into his head. Something deep and primal within him stirred and he found himself wanting that wild creature that he was fantasizing about. “Uh…” He shook his head trying to dislodge the tempting image in his mind. “Yeah, you sort of…can’t just run around naked. I’m sure Napa and Raditzu wouldn’t like it much.”

Vegeta made an irritated sound in the back of his throat, “They’re too busy fucking each other to notice us…or me.” There was a spike of pain in his voice that Goku could feel it in his own heart and he felt saddened that Vegeta thought that about his brother and that tall bald guy who seemed so loveable.

“Well…I’d like to see you in some clothing then…so we can go out to town and get sweets more often.” Goku said, only getting a shrug from the other. Sighing, “If you let me buy you clothes, I’ll buy you some more sweets.”

“Fine.” Vegeta agreed at last, picking at a rack of shirts he stood before while munching on his cookies.

“No…no, those are shirts meant for girls…” Goku said, pulling the other towards the back of the store. Looking around for a few seconds, he starts to grab up blue jeans and a few collared shirts. “I wonder what size you are…” They were in the children’s department and he was sure that they were on the right track. Vegeta was, after all, about the size of a child.

“Size?” Vegeta said crossing his arms over his cotton clad chest. He looked rather mad, “I do not measure that…how self conscious do you think I am? Pervert!”

Goku stared at Vegeta for what felt like an eternity before what the other had said sunk in and he began to blush from head to toe. “No…no no! I mean…clothing comes in sizes…depending on your weight and height! And…and…and I want to get clothes that fit you…and…and…” He spluttered, his imagination providing him with images of a long, thick erection, plenty big for Goku to feast on. “Dear Kami.”

Turning away from his Prince, he finished picking out a wardrobe for the other, trying so hard to forget what he had heard. “Well, we’ll make sure these fit…you’ll try them on in that room over there…” He said, pointing towards the dressing rooms. Vegeta looked over his shoulder to where Goku was pointing and growled in irritation, apparently his sweets were too important to him right now and he wasn‘t about to go any where.

Letting Vegeta finish eating his last cookie, Goku lead the way back to a pleasant looking female attendant, “Excuse me, Ma’am. Could I get a room?” The lady led Vegeta and Goku to the back of the row of doors and unlocked one, watching Vegeta and Goku go in, a frown on her face. “Thank you.”

Once the door had closed, Goku’s eyes were on Vegeta, “Go on…take those off I want to see you in these.” Goku said, patting the stack of clothing he still carried.

“Oh, so now you want me naked…before you pushed me away, saying ‘we’ve gotta go shopping,’ Or something idiotic like that.” Vegeta barked, glowering up at his friend who appeared to be blushing again. “Make up your damned mind…do you want me…or not…”

Just like in the rest room, Goku found a hot, passionate prince pressing against him. Stumbling backwards, he tripped and fell, landing hard on the spacious dressing room floor. In a heart beat, Vegeta was on top of Goku, gazing down at him with hunger as if the younger man were a very tasty dissert. “Do you want me to kiss you?” He whispered his voice thick and dangerous.

“Y-yes,” He heard himself say and he kicked himself for saying something he didn’t mean. They were friends, he couldn’t…no, he wouldn’t feel this way about his friend. All thought of amending his previous statement flew out of his head when he felt incredibly soft lips on his. Vegeta tasted even better than Goku had thought he would and when that velvety tongue brushed over his lips, he let it in, sucking tenderly on the slick invader.

This was even better than the kiss at the carnival. Slowly moving his arms around the prince’s waist, he sighed into that wonderful mouth. This may be wrong, Vegeta may be a man, but this was the best kiss he’d ever had.

Vegeta pulled away, a knowing grin on his face, his small hands roaming down over Goku’s broad chest. They headed south over a muscular stomach and well defined hips to a certain aching, neglected region. “I know you want me…why do you keep insisting that this is wrong?” Vegeta breathed, eyes lighting up with amusement while he watched Goku arched like a bow, pleasure splashing over his flushed features.

The Earth raised Saiyan slapped the prince’s hands away just before they could slip into his pants. With shaky fingers, he undid the restraints, pulling himself free. Groaning, he began to stroke himself, not believing he was doing this. He needed relief from these intense feelings however, and he trusted that the Prince would understand and give him his space. After all…he had given the Prince HIS space while he…

Vegeta gave the blushing man a lurid grin, a single, leather clad finger tracing up over the engorged flesh. “Let’s go home…” He breathed, scooting off of Goku’s lap so he could kiss and nip at the tip of this large man‘s length. “I want to fuck you blind, Kakkarot.” He moved Goku’s hands out of the way and took that length in, treating it like a wonderful lollypop.

Those mere words, combined with that hot, slick tongue and wickedly clever mouth was all it took for him to orgasm. Hissing, he fisted his hand in the other’s hair, giving up his seed to an all too eager mouth.

“Damned, Kakkarot…how long has it been since you’ve had sex?” Vegeta groaned licking his lips in the most sensual display Goku’s ever seen before. His seed dribbled over tender lips and down the Prince’s chin and throat. There was so much of it…

“Uh…um…why?” He whispered, still trying to catch his breath.

“You came so damned fast…and you gave me such a LARGE treat…I guess I’m going to have to exercise you…my pet.” Vegeta purred, rumbling these dirty, forbidden words in Goku’s ear. Feeling the other shiver, Vegeta chuckled. “But you’re right…we need to shop…let me try on these clothes.” Meticulous to clean himself up, he leveled a smoldering look to the earth Raised Saiyan.

Goku couldn’t even push himself up from the cold hard floor. He stayed where he was, watching the sexy prince slowly pull off his shirt, then his pants. He was quite ridged again, and he sighed his defeat. Vegeta was too tempting to ignore even when he began to try on the various pants and shirts that Goku had picked out for him.

“Well, are you going to get up off of that filthy floor, or am I going to have to punish you for being lazy?” Vegeta said, turning to face Goku in one of his new outfits. It fit beautifully, showing off all the right muscles and curves.

Finally struggling back to his feet, he righted his own clothes. “You look good…do you like them?” Goku said, trying to act casual despite the fact that he was quite painfully aroused.

“Yes, I will have them.” Vegeta purred, “But we’ll have to cut a hole for my tail…” He said, indicating the swaying appendage that stuck out of the top of the pant’s waist band.

“That’s no problem,” Goku said, watching Vegeta try on several other pieces of clothing, all of which looked as if they were made for the petite prince. Satisfied with what they had picked out, Goku helped his prince redress then went and checked out. Leaving the store, Goku tried to put the events of the dressing room out of mind just as he had tried so hard to do with the ones of the bathroom. It was all a mistake, a terrible mistake, or that was what he tired to tell himself. Goku tried so hard to convince himself that he had been thinking about the gorgeous girl behind the counter or about his wife when he came, but he knew deep down that that wasn’t the case.

Goku was about to escort the other into an alleyway so they could take off for home, when the prince suddenly dashed across the street, dodging cars by hoping right over them. Nearly dropping the bags he carried, Goku sprinted after the prince, making it across the street safely, and without drawing as much attention to himself as the Prince had.

“What the hell’s wrong with you, Vegeta?” Goku exploded, glowering down at the man who seemed distracted, his brow furrowed as he tried to read something. “You could’ve gotten hurt! Worst of all, everyone saw you hoping over cars like they’re nothing to you! You know how many people are going to be talking about that? People are STILL staring at you like some freak!”

“Shut up,” Vegeta said, those soft words all that were needed to hush the ranting man up. “What does this sign say….I can not read these characters.”

Goku sighed in frustration, glancing to the sign that Vegeta had been staring at. “Otona, Adult.” He said, his curiosity being spiked. He’d never seen this store here before, if it were a store at all. The windows were blacked out and he could not see inside…

“Let’s go in.” Vegeta ordered, Shoving Goku through the door. The larger Saiyan nearly fell before he caught his balance, looking back at the prince who was smirking at him cruelly. “What the hell is all this stuff?”

Goku looked around at once, curious to where they were. His eyes bugged out and his face was redder than red. “We’re leaving!” He said in a high pitched voice that was so unlike him.

“Oh…I get it now…this is a sex store…they sell ADULT toys,” Vegeta said in amusement, picking up a whip from one of the display racks. “I thought that humans were unsophisticated…and here they go and prove me wrong…I wonder if Raditzu knows this is here….he loves toys.”

It was a bit of information that Goku did not need to hear, groaning, he clapped his hands over his ears. “Let’s go!” He whined to the prince who was looking at handcuffs with an evil smile on his face.

“No, I want to get some things to play with…” He declared, “Or…do you not want me…any more…I can do so much more than what happened in the clothing store.” He closed in on the blushing man, leaning up to kiss him passionately.

Goku practically melted, his knees going week with the emotions that filtered through his lust filled mind. “O-okay…fine…you can get a few things…but only a few…” Goku said, a little worried by the things Vegeta was looking at and the thoughts that were running through the other‘s mind. He was leading Vegeta on…wasn’t he? Letting the prince think he felt…that…way about him.

“Oh, what’s this back here?” He asked with great amusement in his voice. Following his curiosity, he found himself in a dark room with booths standing against the walls. He went to one and opened it finding it empty. There was a screen on the wall and a menu posted on the door. Vegeta didn’t need Goku to read what was on the poster he knew what this room was used for. “Come here, Kakkarot.”

Sheepish, and worried, Goku followed his prince into the room. “Now look, Vegeta…we shouldn’t be in here…it’s wrong! And…and…uh…we should be getting home…and cooking dinner…and…we can’t do this! Its WRONG.” He squeaked, forced to sit on the bench at the back of the booth. The bags full of clothing were set aside and Goku glanced to them as if they were his last line of protection.

“Shut up…I’m in heat…and you’re very warm…and very tempting…and…damned it Kakkarot,” He growled, climbing into the other’s lap, his tail waving behind him, filling he air with the sweet scent of his musk. “Don’t you feel it in your blood? This…you and me…its just right…we were made for each other…besides. I‘m getting tired of fucking Raditzu every time I go into heat…he has a MATE for crying out loud! I‘ve should‘ve already been bonded, I‘m OLD…”

“And you’re ranting,” Goku squeaked, gulping when Vegeta leveled an angry glare at him. Whispering an apology, he tried to turn his head away, but two gloved hands forced him to stay put. “Kakkarot…” His voice purred those soft lips on Goku’s once more. Goku could taste himself on those lips, a sweet but salty essence.

“Not here.” He struggled with his emotions and instincts, trying desperately not to let this happen again, trying hard not to let himself become aroused when he had just barely managed to get back to normal. “Let’s go home…please.”

“Why not right here? What a perfect place…surrounded by the filth of sex…” Vegeta said, flashes of anger and frustration running through his mind.

“What if someone walks in on us? The doors don’t lock.” Goku cried, but Vegeta would hear no arguments. His hands were already running under Goku’s shirt, tracing firm muscles and old scars.

“Then let them watch.” Vegeta whispered, his lips trailing over that wonderful smooth skin he had already fallen in love with. Scrapping his teeth gently over the area where bond marks were made, he felt Goku tense and sighed. “I don’t often say this….Kakkarot, so listen up. Please, I’ve been alone most of my life…with no one but my nurse maid and my bodyguard for company…and they are bonded to each other. I find you here on a back water mud ball, the only other Saiyan I‘ve ever seen since I was very young. You may be an idiot, but you’re so handsome and kind…and…and, Kakkarot, I think I may be falling in love with you. This heat, it’s finally brought me to an understanding. There IS no one else out there for me and even though you annoy the shit out of me, our bodies, our minds, and even our souls are so compatible with each other. There is nothing else in this miserable world for me, without you…I‘ve no life…you‘re my soul mate. Genetics can be a bitch…but this time they played out in OUR favor, Kakkarot…why can‘t you accept that? You must be lonely too…you grew up with no one else like you around…”

“Vegeta,” Goku whispered, eyes locking with the young prince’s. There were emotions swirling in those deep chocolate brown orbs that Vegeta didn’t understand, but he could feel them in his own heart and knew that the earth raised baka felt the same on some level. He was just denying it all whole heartedly. “Lets just get out of this store and go home…it goes against everything I‘ve ever been taught.”

The prince gave a sigh of defeat and got up off of the idiot, why did Goku have to be such a damned…ningen? “Fine, then lets go.” He barked, pushing his way out of the booth, nearly breaking the door in his anger.

“Wait, Vegeta,” Goku said, reaching out and grabbing the other’s shoulder while he shifted the weight of their shopping bags around. “Pick out a few things from in here, my gift to you…to say I’m sorry. I know there has to be another…er…man out there for you...no matter what you say. Use my gifts to show him that you love him when the time comes…here‘s the money…you know how it works…right?”

“Shut up. How many times do I have to tell you to SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Vegeta growled to his counterpart, shrugging that hand off, ignoring the big idiot but taking his money anyways, he disappeared around a rack of dirty movies. “Wait for me outside.”

Goku nodded solemnly, doing as he was told. Somehow he felt bad, that telepathic link they seemed to have shared for most of the morning was starting to fade, leaving Goku feeling empty inside. Was it because he had made the prince angry and Vegeta had shut him out, or was it because Vegeta was right…and the fact that he was denying their compatibility was getting in the way of that glorious connection they had created between themselves.

Sliding down the white walls of the Adult store, Goku’s mind wondered over the events of the day. The game of tail tag, the encounter in the bathroom, then the almost mind blowing pleasure of Vegeta’s mouth. “Oh Kami,” Goku whispered in silent prayer, eyes fixed upon the five large bags from the clothing store that sat at his feet. “Give me guidance, I don’t know what is right or wrong any more.”

“Who the fuck are you talking to?”

The earth raised Saiyan nearly yelped in fright, Vegeta had snuck right up on him. Standing once more, he looked down at his prince. He was still angry, he could tell by the way his eyebrows were tilted down and the vein was throbbing in Vegeta’s temple. “No one…Vegeta, come on…Let’s go home. I‘ll make you something to eat.” Picking up the clothing bags, he turned to face Vegeta once more.

Vegeta grunted, tossing the black bag he carried to the other. “Fine let’s go…mule”

It took less time to get home than it took to get to the large city, and maybe it was because Vegeta was trying his hardest to loose the other Saiyan, but Goku wouldn’t dare to let Vegeta out of his sight. Setting down in the clearing outside his mountain house, Goku watched the other storm into the small cottage.

He knew what he had to do. Looking down to the small gold band he had always worn on his finger to represent his bond with Chichi, he sighed. What was the point of keeping such beliefs any longer? Everything he knew…every ‘nice’ or ’polite’ thing he knew how to do, it had all been drilled into his head by a woman who didn’t give a shit about him. Slipping the warm gold band off, he tossed it carelessly into the fire pit. That ring was not him, it was not a SAIYAN thing, and he couldn’t pretend he was human any more when it was so painfully obvious that he was a Saiyan. Besides, what meaning did that cheep piece of jewelry hold for him any more? He despised Chichi, he despised that life he had led for so long and he despised the way Chichi had forced him to act when it was so obviously against who he was. Looking to the sky above, he offered up one last prayer to Kami, “I hope this is the right path…and even if it isn’t…Kami, I’m a good person, I just can’t ignore what feels so right. I love that man.” Before walking into the Cottage as well.

The prince was lying on his stomach, something in his hands. Even from his position in the old, weather worn, doorframe, Goku could feel his heart beginning to race.