Past To future

“Vegeta, what are you thinking?” Furiza said, running his be-clawed hand over Vegeta’s bare neck. “Are you thinking about your pathetic home planet? Do you want to go back and see your people?”

Vegeta controlled himself and the violent shiver that wanted to rip through him. “Lord Furiza, I mean no disrespect when I say this, but…you are so wrong. I am very grateful that you took me away from that hell hole.” He lied through his teeth. He was getting very good at that. Glancing to the clock on the wall, he felt nervousness rise up in him.

He had been in Furiza’s privet chambers for the last few days, he was feeling battered, worn and dirty. He had promised Furiza that he would stay here as long as the lord wanted him, in return…his friends would have the week alone in their room without duty to separate them. Raditzu was in heat once more, and like a few months prior, he obliged the lizard for their safety. But The hours were wearing on and he knew that soon his lord would want to do something physical with him once more.

“You’re time is almost run down. What shall I do with you?” Furiza said with a sigh, examining the scratches, the grim and blood on his slave’s body. “I am too tired to use you to your full extent any more…”

Vegeta thanked what ever god was out there for that. No threat of sex now.

“Maybe I will let my men have their fun…but…” Furiza frowned, petting the prince’s hair. “I don’t think I would like that as much as they would. Heaven forbid if my men have more fun than I, right?”

“Yes my lord.” Vegeta said in that flat, droning voice he always took when he was feeling afraid. He was glad that Furiza never took the toneless sound of his voice as boredom, or he would be severally beaten.

“I have been wondering though…about the full extent of the healing powers found within the regain tank.” Furiza stepped before Vegeta, obliterating his view out of the room’s only window “But I’ve never had a volunteer…”

He tried to control his breathing, he was truly frightened now. “Lord, if I may volunteer for this task?” Vegeta said, licking his lips which had suddenly gone dry. There was no other option, he had to ask for this. It would make the beating less severe.

“Really, you would do that for me?”

“Of course, for you Lord furiza, I would do anything.” He said, lying through his teeth again and with convincing emotion in his voice.

“Is that all I am to you?” Furiza asked, a mock pout pulling at his ugly lips. “Your lord?”

“No sire…you are also my mate, and I would do anything for my mate.” Vegeta said, knowing that if he looked away from the other at that precise moment that Furiza would know he was lying, but he couldn’t help it. He felt tears stinging his eyes He hated this beast and he hated the way the lizard made him talk, but he could stand those insults. What he could not stand, what he WOULD not stand for was his people’s ritual bonding being mocked and mistreated. ~When I find a mate, I will treat him like gold, I will never make him cry and I will do everything in my power to protect that person from this beast.~ He thought, feeling that cold hand on his cheek, forcing him to look back up.

“Why the tears? Did you want me to fuck you instead?” Furiza asked, trying to trap the prince in words. Vegeta was smarter than he looked.

“Of course…I love it when you throw me over the table and…”

“Shhh…” Furiza said putting his finger to Vegeta’s lips. “Don’t you dare lie to me or I will make this worse then has to be.” He slowly moved his finger away, cutting Vegeta’s lip open with his fingernail. Leaning forward, he sucked on it, his cold, cruel tongue pushing into the wound.

Fisting his hands at his side, he tried not to cry out, tried not to hiss at the pain of sharp fangs piercing his flesh. “You’re blood,” Fruzia whispered, pulling back to reveal his lips and chin were indeed covered in the Royal’s blood. “Has always been so sweet.”

“I am glad I could bring you some pleasure.” Vegeta almost chanted, knowing exactly what lines he should say and when. It was almost a well rehearsed play to him. When three claws dug into his cheek, he smiled, eyes closing tight. He was to show no pain, he was always to act as if he truly enjoyed this. “Please my lord, please show me more.”

Vegeta felt sick to his stomach, how he hated the way he sounded. Furzia had a hold of his tail now and his nails pricked painfully at the flesh. He knew he was going to scream when the lizard used those claws on him. “You know…I love it when you say that…”

“AHHHHHHHHHH!!!” Vegeta screamed, birds taking to the sky in a thunder of beating wings and outraged cries.

Gasping, Goku jerked back, hand coming to his gapping mouth. “A-are you okay?” Goku asked, watching Vegeta look around with wide eyes.. “You were gazing off into space…”

“I’m FINE,” Vegeta growled , pushing Goku out of his face. Watching his mate loose his balance and fall onto his ass, he grunted. “What are you doing back so soon?”

“So…soon?” He asked, brows furrowing.

“You just left a few moments ago, bakayaro!”

“No I didn’t. I’ve been gone for three hours! I was sort of afraid to come back, but when you didn’t come looking for me I though you didn’t care…and I was about to find you and give you a piece of my mind…but here I find you, eyes glazed over, lips trembling…you scared me.” Goku said, eyes narrowing. He was starting to get a little annoyed with Vegeta. “I can’t believe you Vegeta! You have the nerve to call me BAKAYARO, when I’m concerned over your well-being! When I‘m frightened at what I feel in your mind!”

“I scared you!” Vegeta growled, rising to his knees. “YOU ALMOST MADE ME CRAP MYSELF!”

Growling, he slapped Vegeta hard, “DON’T SCREAM AT ME!”

Snarling, he punched Goku square in the face, “WELL DON’T SCREAM AT ME!”

Goku felt rage fill him to almost bursting, buoying his ki to great heights. Bringing a single finger up to the blood Vegeta had drawn, he smeared it over his filter and to his lip. “You go and hit me, after I thought so long and hard about how great it feels to be in your arms…after I fought to come up with the words to express how warm I feel when you’re near. I’m so bad with expressing myself that my own WIFE abuses me because I can not show her the love she wants or needs…and I battered myself black and blue to come up with the perfect way to express exactly how much you mean to me.” Goku said, voice trembling, lips thin against his sharp teeth. He could feel the tears in his eyes but he would not cry, not in front of Vegeta, not over this insult. “You want to know what I came up with? I was going to tell you that you are a scared, fragile angel trapped in battered flesh, that you may act rough with me but deep down you’re really a beautiful, kind man. You want to know what else? I was going to tell you that I’ve never met another like you, that ever ache and ever pain you feel, I want to kiss away and make better…but you yell at me, you hit me…WHY DO I EVEN BOTHER WITH YOU!!”

“Just shut up, Bakarot!” Vegeta seethed, tears welling up in his eyes, “You’re a childish, annoying Ningen wanna be, you know that! I don’t know why I don’t beat the shit out of you! I think the only reason why I even put up with your bullshit is because you’re a damned sexy piece of tail! I can’t believe I feel safe around an idiot like you, I can’t even understand how I can trust you so thoroughly when you probably have no idea what the fuck I’m talking about half the time. You want to know why I hit you! It wasn’t all because of that damned slap! Its because I’m scared that I may be in love with you! I’m afraid when you kiss me and I find myself melting into your arms! I‘m afraid when I have flashbacks…that you are seeing what the beast did to me…and that you’ll hate me for being so weak! I‘m afraid that you‘ll hate me when I cry because I hurt so much inside!” He couldn’t hold the tears back any more and he began to sob, trying hard to hide his face from Goku. He hated himself so much when he broke down like this. “And I’m so disgusted with myself when I find myself becoming aroused while you’re shouting at me and when you’re fighting with me…”

“Vegeta…” Goku whispered, reaching out to touch Vegeta’s damp cheek. “Don’t cry, please don’t cry. I‘m sorry Vegeta…I take back all the mean things I said about you…”

Sniffling, Vegeta tried to laugh, “We just said our vows…” He said, drying his eyes on his own shirt. “More like shouted them at each other without even realizing it.”

“Yeah…I guess we did,” He said, laughing himself. “Now what?”

“Now…” Vegeta sighed, nipping at Goku’s throat before standing and moving to kneel behind Goku. Taking his mate’s hands into his, he concentrated his ki into his fingertip. Running it over Goku’s upturned palm he sliced into the delicate skin.

“OW!” Why did you do that for?” He cried, watching the blood well up from the cut. He was about to turn around and belt Vegeta good when he realized that his mate was doing the same thing to his own hand. “What on earth…”

“Hush.” Vegeta whispered in Goku’s ear, clasping hands with Goku, their blood mixing together. “Para me’cuthra Marata, Kakkarotto, Me’cuth ereba a’en noctsun. Me’cuth ereba a’en o’mausau fath euchre Marata. Me’cuth ereba a’en sha re’covic, Me’cuthra sha Kakkarotto. Vegeta A Kakkarotto, A‘en”

Goku shivered lightly, feeling his lover’s energy flowing through him and into his hands. He watched a redish-blue beam of energy shoot from Vegeta’s outstretched finger and into the tree that grew from the earth before them. Before his eyes strange characters formed in the bark. Then, as corny as it seemed, a heart traced itself around the letters. He found, despite his curiosity, that he couldn’t open his mouth to voice his question until the beam of energy flickered and died out.

“With my mate, Kakkarto, I will forever lay. I will forever think of my mate. I will forever love you, My Kakkarot. Vegeta and Kakkarot Forever.” Vegeta repeated his Saiyango words once more in English for Goku. “That is what will forever be upon this tree’s flesh for all Saiyan eyes to read, and…I mean every word of it.”

“How…sweet,” Goku whispered, leaning back into Vegeta who had wrapped his arms around Goku’s waist. Silence fell over them and Goku didn’t mind, it felt comfortable. Vegeta’s soft lips pressed against his neck and he sighed trying to commit this moment to memory.

“Enough of this mush and sap, come on, we’ve got to find replacement gloves.” Vegeta said, moving to stand. Pulling Goku to his feet, he brushed his hands off before turning his back on the other. “Where should we go?”

“Do you NEED gloves?” Goku asked, taking his lover’s hand in his. “Can’t you just forgive yourself for what happened? It was not your fault. Furiza…”

“NOT MY FAULT!” Vegeta howled, chest heaving, “I RIPPED HIS THROAT OUT WITH MY DAMNED TEETH! HOW WAS THAT NOT MY FAULT!”

Goku yanked his prince to him, silencing the outburst with a loving kiss. When he felt Vegeta relax, then begin to kiss him back, he smiled against those soft lips. “Better?” He asked, bringing Vegeta’s hand to his mouth to sooth his lover further with gentle kisses over his palm.

“N-no…you will never be able to wash away all the blood that these hands have spilled.” Vegeta whispered, pulling away his hand as politely as he could. He didn’t want to start another fight when his mate had tried so hard to appease him. “I’m not telling you again. Lets go.”

“Okay,” Goku said, sounding a bit sad. Taking to the air, he spared their tree one last look knowing that he would visit this location again. He could already tell that he was in love with the landscape. Sailing through the air he found the nearest village and began to ask around. Before long they had found their way to a fine leather store.

If it were up to Goku, he would have demanded that Vegeta would not wear anything over his beautiful, silky smooth flesh. He loved the feeling of Vegeta’s hands against his skin, not to mention the other areas those fingers had touched…when Vegeta had picked out an expensive looking pare that matched his current outfit, he sighed deeply. Purchasing them for his prince, he watched the black glossy leather cover those pale digits. What a crying shame.

They left the store in silence and ducked into an ally to take to the sky once more. Flying over the darkening fields and forests, they headed in some general direction. Goku was not paying any mind to where they went. He just tried to enjoy the sun set and his seemingly calm Prince.

“Cheer up, Kakkarot.” Vegeta said suddenly and Goku glanced to his prince. “This is going to be our first date after becoming bond mates…” He glanced to the other, a smile on his face.

Goku finally realized where they were heading, the bright lights already shimmering upon the horizon. The day was quickly disappearing as they flew towards the east, but Goku was grateful, that meant fireworks, maybe even some romance in his future. “The Carnival!” He exclaimed, his child like glee coming back with a true smile. As they set down once more, Goku nearly jumped in excitement even though they were blocks from the fair grounds. “What do you want to ride first!”

“I thought that we’d get something to eat first. That fight we had really created a hunger in me.” Vegeta said, “Where is a there a place to eat around here?”

“I don’t know…I only go to the fair to eat the food there…I’ve never looked around this part of town to find places to eat. Lets go to the carnival and eat Ice cream till we get sick!”

Vegeta’s eye twitched with annoyance but he forced that down with a heavy sigh. “Okay, then lets walk to the fair grounds and if we find a place in between, we’ll stop.” He ground out between clenched teeth, sounding more annoyed now than he really felt.

“Sounds great!” Goku cheered, grasping Vegeta’s hand in his he lead the way down the dark street.

“Got the time?” Someone asked, stepping out of a shadowy side street.

The couple paused, glancing to each other before Vegeta spat out the words, “No, now move.” He yanked his mate closer to him, not liking the cut of this man who moved to block their way. Suddenly there was a flash of steal and a knife blade made it’s appearance.

“Not a bright idea, Mr.” Goku said, looking worried.

“Give me all your money, and I won’t slit your fagoty little throats!” The stranger growled.

“That’s it. Can I Kakkarot?” Vegeta asked, his eyes never leaving the human’s features.

“Don’t hurt him too bad…” Goku warned.

“SHUT UP AND GIVE ME ALL YOUR DAMNED CASH NOW!”

“I won’t,” Before the human could make another threat or even move a step closer, Vegeta had hammered the stranger’s head into the pavement and tossed the knife over a nearby wall. “Wonder If he has any money on him?” He began to prod through the filthy clothes their would be robber wore. Chuckling, he stood back up with a hand full of cash that couldn’t have been under three hundred dollars all together.

“Stealing’s wrong…” Goku chided, crossing his arms over his chest and glowering at his mate.

“Thanks, but I don’t need you to play conscious with me. This money probably isn‘t even his, more than likely he stole it from some other poor couple.” Vegeta said, stuffing the rolled bills into his pant’s pocket. “Besides…I want to treat you to our evening meal, and I haven’t the money to do so.” Glancing from his mate to the well lit group of buildings across the street, something caught the Prince’s eye.

“Vegeta…” Goku asked, wondering what was so damned interesting over there.

“I think I’ve found us a place to eat.” Vegeta said, taking Goku’s hand once more to drag the other across the street.

“B-but WAIT…that’s a MEXICAN restaurant!” Goku whined, trying to free himself from the prince’s tight grip.

“What the hell is a Mexican? And stop your damned whining Kakkarot, you’re starting to piss me off.” Goku was about to cut his prince off and inform him of exactly what they were about to walk into, but that last statement silenced him.

“Sorry, ‘Geta…I didn’t mean to…I mean…its just that it’s spicy food and it just doesn’t…sit well…if you know what I mean.” Goku began to blush, but he couldn’t seem to bring himself to state exactly WHAT he meant by that.

“You’re afraid of a little spicy food? Is THAT it? Don’t tell me that that is it, Kakkarot.” Vegeta sneered, looking up to his mate with disbelief in his eyes. He had clearly thought that his mate was made of stronger stuff than that.

“N-no, it isn’t that at all!” Goku cried.

“Then we’re eating here!” Vegeta declared, yanking Goku in through the front door. They were greeted at once by a perky, slightly pudgy woman.

“Hello and welcome to Calima’s Family Café,” The woman declared. “Today’s special is the Kamakazi, how many in your party?”

“What?” Vegeta asked, no patience in his voice.

“Two…” Goku interrupted before his mate could get angry and begin to rant.

“Very well,” The woman said with a smile, leading the prince and his mate back to a booth. She handed them two greasy menus and disappeared back to her post at the front door.

“I’ve never heard of such foods…” Vegeta said, reading over the list, “But it sounds tasty…better than the crap I got served on ship.” He began to read the menu out loud. “Quesadilla, Tacito, burrito, nacho el grande….muerte de calinte. Is this some foreign language? What the hell is a La Vaka Est Gorda y el pollo est loco?”

“It’s Spanish…” Goku informed, grimacing at the description of each dish the menu gave. It ALL had beans or some FORM of beans in it. “I can’t eat any of this stuff…” He grumbled tossing the menu down with disgust before realizing that he could find his dinner in the junk food down at the fair grounds. “Oh well…”

“EXCUSE ME!” Vegeta barked, snagging a waitress by her wrist. “I’m ready to order now.”

“Vegeta!” Goku declared, anger filling his voice. “You don’t treat people like that!”

“It’s okay sir…” The woman said, taking out a pad of paper and a pencil. “What will you have…”

“What’s the spiciest item you have?” Vegeta asked, throwing down the menu—obviously he didn’t trust it. “I’ll have four of your spiciest items.”

“That would be our Kamikaze, which also happens to be our special for today! Now with our daily special, you get…”

“Four of the daily specials, now shut your mouth and go do your job.” Vegeta said tossing the menu at the woman. He paid no further attention to the girl who scurried off about her duties looking decidedly hurt. “What’s wrong with YOU, Bakarot.”

“First off, start treating people better or I’ll leave you and go back home! Second of all…A Kamikaze! Kamikaze is a form of suicide in Japan, Vegeta! You understand how hot it has to be to be labeled with a moniker such as that? I can’t EAT that sort of thing! My STOMACH” He whined his cheeks coloring, turning his nervous fidgeting onto an innocent napkin. Tearing at the paper, he tried to keep his eyes away from Vegeta’s intense glower. It wasn’t that he couldn’t stand spicy food, he LOVED spicy food, but it was the fact that the Kamikaze was a BEAN burrito. Nothing but beans!

“You’re just a wussy, a kami whatchamacallit, can’t be THAT hot…you’re a Saiyan! You know how spicy some of our food gets?!” Vegeta was lecturing, and Goku tuned it out as best as he could. He hated it when Vegeta got this way with him.

“Here you go sir…four Kamikaze, extra hot sauce.” Goku’s stomach chose that moment to grumble and remind the Earth Raised Saiyan that he was STARVING. Okay, food was food to a starving Saiyan.

“Thank you…sorry about Vegeta…uh,“ He read the name tape the woman was wearing, “April, he has no manners…but I’m trying to teach him…“ Without further delay, Goku grabbed his plate, he began to scarf down the burritos his mate had bought for him.

“Too hot for you?” Vegeta asked, his voice filled with amusement.

“The only thing in THIS place that is too hot for me…” Goku realized what he was about to say and stopped himself, turning his attention back to the food before him. He didn’t notice the frown his mate gave him, or the irritation in Vegeta’s thoughts. It surely wasn’t proper to growl sexual remarks to your mate in a public place…

The rest of the meal was spent in silence, and seconds were ordered shortly after the first order of food disappeared. Goku had to admit, despite the fire it lit in his mouth, the food was amazingly delicious. Giving a satisfied belch after his sixth burrito, he announced that he was finished with his meal.

Vegeta paid the tab and they left the restaurant hand in hand. “You’ve room for those carnival sweets you love so much?” Vegeta asked, striking up a conversation once more.

“Oh no, no more room!” Goku said with a chuckle, patting his stomach. Yanking his mate out of the light of the street lamps quite suddenly, he pressed the royal against the side of a condemned building. “I’ve room for a spicy sort of treat though.” He purred, paying his mate’s claim mark close attention with his tongue and teeth.

“K-Kakkarot…” Vegeta groaned, curling his hands into Goku’s hair holding his mate there. Sharp canines pricked his skin and he gasped, arching into Goku’s body. He could feel his lover’s erection and knew what was about to happen. “N-no! N-not here!”

Goku broke away, a clever smile on his face. “Lets go to the carnival.” Goku said, floating up into the air, yanking Vegeta up with him.

“I know you’re just trying to get under my skin,” Vegeta grunted, sparing Kakkarot a fierce glare. “And it isn’t going to work.”

“What? I don’t know what you’re talking about…” Goku said, scratching the back of his head. “Honestly Vegeta, why do you think I’m out to get you? I was just trying to make up for all my whining earlier. So…what do you say? Am I forgiven?”

They were setting down again after a short, uneventful flight. Landing behind a large candy striped tent, their feet crunching over fresh sawdust and stale peanut shells.. Vegeta spared a quick look around before he grabbed Goku and kissed him quite roughly, his tongue delving into a hot, eager mouth. “You’re forgiven…” Vegeta growled after pulling back, a dark smirk on his face when he observed his mate’s half lidded eyes and flushed cheeks. “Down boy…down.” He chided, pulling his mate from around the tent and onto the brightly lit boardwalk.

Walking in happy silence, Goku pondered a few of the various thoughts that had been bothering him since Vegeta had first arrived on the planet. How far had the other Saiyans come? What was their planet like? Would Vegeta have grown up to be so moody if he hadn’t been tortured the way he had? Why did Vegeta appear to be so emotionally weak, and yet could be so much stronger physically? Was it part of their bond that had Vegeta as happy as he was now? Why was Vegeta so happy, he had hardly snapped at all since the sun had set. Was it because he was finally accepting the fact that they were bond mates? There surely had been a complete change in the man’s behavior, towards him at least. Goku couldn’t say much about the prince’s behavior towards other.

“What’s wrong with you, Bakarot? We just walked in a circle around this place…don’t you want your junk food…don’t you want to ride any of these crappy machines?” Vegeta asked, glancing up at Goku. “You are…okay? Aren’t you?”

Was that concern?

“I’m fine…I was just thinking of the games I wanted to play.” Goku said, covering up easily enough.

“What, you mean those?” Vegeta asked, pointing towards a line of booths that were flashing bright lights and displaying large stuffed toys.

“Those? Yeah, those are the games…” Goku said watching the prince hurry towards one with great interest.

“We have no games like this upon Vegeta Sei…I want to play one.” Vegeta said, already stopping in front of a stall that displayed large stuffed pandas as the prize. The object was to throw balls into the cans at the back of the booth to win a prize. “Maybe I’ll win one of those dumb stuffed animals for you, Kakkarot.” Vegeta said, smirking to his lover.

“No, come on Vegeta, these things are rigged.” Goku said, his mind racing to come up with something else to amuse his prince. He had an idea of how the ‘Vegeta playing games’ scenario would end…disaster. An idea struck him, “How about we go get something sweet to eat?!”

“Shut up!” Vegeta growled—so much for the happy, grump free prince—he had already paying the man at the booth for three balls. Goku just shook his head and stepped back to watch. Vegeta took a ball into his hand, slowly bouncing it against his palm, as if he were weighing it. Rearing back, he through the ball, missing miserably. The next ball was a miss and the ball after that.

“DAMNED IT!” Vegeta growled, paying for another game. He missed every single shot once more, growling, “What the HELL!”

“Vegeta…please?” Goku said, and he could already see that his predictions where accurate. He knew exactly where this was going.

“One more game,” Vegeta snarled, slamming down another dollar. Goku prayed that at least ONE of those balls would make it, he would hate to have to wrestle Vegeta off of a destroyed game booth. Goku watched with bated breath as the first ball flew through the air...and missed just like all the other balls. Vegeta slammed his fist down and the booth shook minutely under his power. Goku sighed, the second ball missing, and then the third.

“SON OF A BITCH!” Vegeta howled, and Goku leaped forward to wrap his arms around the Prince’s waist.

“No you don’t!” Goku growled wrestling Vegeta away from the game booths. “Come with me, we’re going to go!”

The prince struggled free and turned on his mate, “THEY HUMILIATED ME!” Vegeta growled. “We are not leaving until I win a damned game!”

“Well then…” Goku panted, tired from the exertion put forth to keep his mate in check. Keeping a hand on Vegeta’s shoulder he looked around, finding the answer at once. “Come over here.” He motioned his mate and he took off for the games that tested your strength.

“What do I do,” Vegeta said, crossing his arms over his chest, still looking pissed. Goku simply took a mallet from a rack and paid the attendant, handing the instrument to Vegeta.

“Hit that peddle there with that mallet, if it reaches the top and rings the bell…you win.” Goku explained, knowing there was no way that Vegeta could loose at this game. He himself had won this game numerous times when he had come here by himself. Watching Vegeta heave the lifted wooden mallet up over his head with one hand alone. He was showing off.

“This one if for you…Me‘cuthra Sha.” Vegeta said, a smug smile coming over his face as he noticed the crowed that was beginning to gather around them.

Sighing, Goku wrapped his arms around himself. He felt something like pride fill his heart for that showboating mate of his and he couldn‘t help but smile. “Vegeta…”

The prince smashed the peddle and the marker shot up to collide with bell. “WE’VE GOT OURSELVES A WINNER!” Vegeta smirked, looking around at the people who had been watching his display with open mouths and round eyes. Setting the mallet back, he accepted the retarded looking frog doll.

“Happy now?” Goku asked putting his arm around the other’s waist. Slowly steering his prince towards the next attraction he wanted Vegeta to experience, he squeezed the Prince‘s shoulder.

“Hn,” Vegeta snorted, “Carry this retarded thing.”

Goku rolled his eyes, taking the toy from Vegeta he handed it to a passing child knowing that the prince would never miss it. “Where are we going now, baka?” Vegeta asked, realizing that the crowds were getting thinner. “We aren’t leaving, are we?”

“Oh, I was just a bit distracted, but I’m ready for some junk food now! Lets turn around, we‘re going in the wrong direction” He exclaimed, dragging the prince to the nearest ice cream stand. Purchasing two cones, he tried to hand Vegeta the pink strawberry ice cream, only to have the blueberry flavored cone stolen from his hand. Laughing, he put his arm back around Vegeta’s waist. “You’re so cute some times…”

“Shut up,” Vegeta barked. Rolling his eyes, Goku looked around wondering what he could take his mate on. He remembered clearly what had happened after taking the prince on a roller coaster. He dared not to repeat that mistake.

“How about that….” He pointed at a boat like ride that had no line. “Not only is it slow…but it is fun and can be educational.” He said, already dragging his mate over to the gates weather the other wanted to ride the large swan boats or not.

The conductor of the ride gave them both an odd look, but didn’t say a word. Goku was grateful for that, he didn’t want to have to explain to Vegeta WHY he felt the urge to take him on this particular ride. Nor did he want to have to drag an angry prince off of a dead human. “Get in, ‘Geta.” Goku said, helping Vegeta into a boat. Once the prince was settled, he climbed in next to him, taking his hand once more. Nibbling on his melting treat, he smirked at Vegeta as they started to drift towards the semi dark tunnel.

“I know what this is,” Vegeta declared quite suddenly, turning towards the other Saiyan. “This is a MAKE OUT RIDE!”

“What gives you THAT idea?” Goku asked nervously, how had Vegeta caught on so fast? He felt his cheeks beginning to turn red.

“We have rides like this on Vegetasie…Raditzu described them to me. Wait…how could this possibly be ‘Educational‘? Never mind…I don‘t want to know…” Vegeta said, a small grin spreading over his face. “If you wanted to make out with me in a dark tunnel, you should just‘ve said…”

Again Goku had to wonder what had brought on this change in his Prince’s demeanor. He could understand Vegeta’s eagerness to kiss, touch, and fuck when he had been in heat, but what was his reason for wanting this now? Leaning in, he smirked, he could already tasting those sweet lips. When he felt something cold and wet smash into his face, he yelped and pulled back, not surprised when he saw that the ice cream cone was the cold and wet something. “That wasn’t nice!”

Vegeta was laughing too hard to respond.

“If that’s how you want to play it…” Goku growled, folding his arms over his chest in a Vegetaesq fashion. When he felt cool leather against his cheek, and a warm tongue on his lips, his anger melted. “Vegeta…”

“I’m sorry…I was only joking…Baka.” Vegeta said, carefully cleaning the mess he had made on Goku’s face. “Hmmmm this tastes better on your face then on a cone.”

Groaning, Goku shared a heated kiss with his mate just before they exited the tunnel and had to separate. “Are there any more rides like this, I liked it…” Vegeta purred, lapping at his cone quickly finishing it and earning a sharp ice cream headache for his eagerness for the cold treat.

“Maybe…” Goku said, a ghost of a smile coming over his face. He knew where he wanted to go next, “You want some cotton candy?” He had finished his own ice cream as they walked back across the fair grounds. The ride that Goku wanted to take Vegeta on was at the other side of the park.

“As long as it’s not cold.” Vegeta said, rubbing his aching head. “I don’t know WHY I like that eyes scream stuff…”

“That’s Ice cream, Vegeta.” Goku said with a laugh, loving the innocence Vegeta possessed about the human world. “Have you ever heard of a house of mirrors?”

Vegeta shook his head, a questioning look in his dark eyes. “What the hell is that?” He asked, spotting another food vendor. Hauling Goku towards the line, he read the sign posted above the window.

“You’ll see…” Goku said, loving the annoying growl Vegeta gave. Vegeta purchased the cotton candy and two small drinks and they set off together once more.

“You’ll tell me, or I’ll kick your ass, Bakarot.” Vegeta snarled, taking a large bite out of the candy. Grimacing, he looked at it. “I must have been really close to my heat to like this last time…this stuff is too fucking sweet…”

“That’s okay, let me have it then.” Goku gave Vegeta a pleading pout when it appeared that Vegeta might not comply.

“Feh,” He spat, handing his mate the spun sugar. Whipping his mouth on the back of his sleeve, his eyes traveled over the park. Gulping the ice water in his cup, he glowered at a woman who dared to look at Goku too long. The crowds seemed to be thinning out, however—thank kami, no one to gaze at Goku with appreciative eyes. “Where the hell are you taking me?”

“Here,” He said pointing up at an old, worn down building that looked like a reject from the Victorian era. “This is a house of mirrors…”

“Where are the mirrors?” He asked, looking slightly puzzled once more.

“Inside…come on Vegeta, it’s really lots of fun!” Goku said, spotting a trash can, he threw their empty drink cups away. Taking a bite from the candy he held, he leaned in, claiming Vegeta’s lips for his own. Growling possessively, he drew the prince closer. “Too sweet for you now?” He panted when they finally pulled apart.

Vegeta could only shake his head, his legs trembling. Backing away slowly, he watched the other with weary eyes. He had never been kissed like that before, Goku’s taste was almost mind numbing with the sweetness of the sugar on his lips and tongue. “A-aren’t you going to show me…the house of mirrors.” He whispered, eyes growing large when his mate stalked up to him once more.

“Yeah, come on.” He said, the predatory gleam that had dominated his eyes before had completely disappeared, replaced by a friendly brightness. The idiot quickly finished his sugar and threw away the cone before tugging his mate up a set of weather worn stone steps. Vegeta relaxed, letting the other lead him through doors that had been painted black.

“W-what the…hell…” Vegeta gasped, looking around at the thousands of reflections bouncing back at him. “Kakkarot…what is the meaning of this?” Turning, he meant to shove Goku roughly for hyping something that was so utterly ridiculous. He had been in such buildings before, they were meant for kids who were trying to scare each other, not for adults like them. When his hand passed through nothing but air, he blinked in surprise.

“Kakkarot?” He realized the doors had been closed behind them, and that the backs of said doors were paneled with mirrors as well. No Kakkarot there, turning back towards the hall, he saw the idiot smirking back before him. Charging towards his mate, he intended on beating on him until he the idiot got it through his thick scull that neither of them were children any more.

BAM

He fell flat on his ass, his nose and face aching. “A…mirror…” He growled scrambling to his feet. He was about to blast it.

But wait…

Vegeta noticed the reflection in it, eyes going wide. Goku was doing the most interesting of things…he was taking his shirt off oh so slowly, his hips swaying from side to side. A fluffy brown tail joined the dance his hips had started—oh he loved that tail.

Vegeta felt his mouth beginning to water. He may still dislike Kakkarot to a certain degree, but he had to admit to himself that there was no way he couldn’t be in love with that body. Perfection was chiseled into every muscle, every line of that wonderful body. Raditzu couldn’t even begin to compare. Turning down another hall, he chased after the reflections, wishing there was a way to tell them apart from the real thing. The floor and ceiling were even mirrors, and it was making him dizzy to move as fast as he was through the mind twisting environment. Growling, he skidded to a stop, eyes washing over every inch of the walls around him. He could almost hear him breathing.

That enticing reflection had begun to remove his pants, those strong hips wiggling once more, beckoning Vegeta to come and slap it. “KAKKAROT! THAT ISN’T FAIR!” Vegeta howled, feeling his cheeks heat up. He was becoming aroused from this little display his mate was putting on for him, the proof was in the bulge he sported.

“Then come get me…come…teach me a lesson…” Vegeta watched, mouth agape as Goku smacked himself on the rump.

“Oh…” He groaned, biting his lower lip. If he didn’t find Goku soon, he would surely dirty his underwear. Vegeta stumbled around a corner, finding himself in a dead end. He could see the other’s reflection, hundreds of them, all standing around him as if to mock him. Goku was wearing nothing now but an erection, holding his clothing under an arm.

“Wrong way…” A voice purred to him, echoing off the walls. Goku was taunting him! HIM, THE PRINCE OF ALL SAIYANS!

“GET YOUR TAIL OVER HERE NOW, BEFORE I START BLASTING!” Vegeta howled, bristling with agitation, if there was one thing he could not stand, it was being teased. Charging an energy blast in his hand, he was about to take aim at the nearest mirror when he felt warm arms wrap around him from behind.

“No…don’t Vegeta….please?” Vegeta groaned, feeling a ridged length pressed against his back.

“Only if…you strip me…” He said, a smirk flashing over his sharp features. He knew that even though Goku was standing behind him, the Saiyan could see that look on the face of every reflection that watched them.

“What ever you desire…My Prince…” Goku purred in a deep, lust filled voice. Stroking Vegeta’s arms, he persuaded the prince to lift them above his head so he could pull the other’s shirt off. Running his hands up over a washboard stomach, he inched the fabric ever higher. Teasingly he rubbed his palms over the prince’s pecks, making sure not to ignore the pert nipples. Moments latter, the shirt was finally discarded to the floor. “You want to know why…I chose this place?”

“Shut up…” Vegeta groaned, turning to face his mate he crushed their lips together. Growling, he raped Goku’s slack mouth. He hadn’t been this hungry for this idiot’s touch since his heat. Wrapping his arms around Goku’s strong neck, he pressed his half nude body against that broad chest he couldn’t wait to tease.

Goku broke away from his prince, “Stop…”He breathed, putting his fingers to Vegeta’s lips, “I want to tell you something…”

Vegeta growled, showing he had no patience for this game.

“I brought you here…because I’ve always had this fantasy…” He said, his cheeks becoming shaded with a light pink. “You see…I…”

“What?” Vegeta hadn’t been expecting such words to slip from his mate’s lips and they knocked him off his guard. “What sort of fantasy?”

“I’ve always wanted….to do it in front of a mirror…to watch the expression on my face…” Goku said, his cheeks becoming even more flushed when his eyes met with Vegeta’s. “That’s why…”

“Why you…narcissistic bastard…” Vegeta said, amusement clear in his voice. “And I’ve been wondering why I like you…”

“Well…I love you, Vegeta, and I’m going to show you just how much.“ Goku purred, loving to hear such words spill from Vegeta’s lips. Leaning down, he kissed a trail over Vegeta’s broad shoulders, nipping playfully at the nipples he had been teasing moments prior. Slowly sinking to his knees, he focused his attention on finishing the task Vegeta had demanded of him. Unbuttoning the Prince’s jeans, he slowly pulled them down with the black silk boxers he had picked out for his mate. Watching Vegeta’s hardon spring free, he licked his lips. Another fantasy he had started to have…he wanted to taste his prince’s flesh. Every INCH of him.

“Kakkarot…” Vegeta moaned softly, watching through lidded eyes as Goku licked and nipped at him. It felt wonderful. Curling his gloved hands into that silken hair, he bucked his hips forward, begging the shy man to take him into that hot mouth.

Purring, he parted his lips and the next thrust of the Prince’s hips, he found that full length entering his inexperienced mouth. Groaning, he tried to remember how Chichi had done this—not that she had done it very well. He began to suck, his tongue wrapping around the Prince’s heated flesh. Holding Vegeta’s quivering hips, he bobbed his head slowly.

“Uhhh…no…don’t tease…” Vegeta panted, eyes closed now.

Goku whimpered, Vegeta’s fingers were tightening in his hair, becoming almost painful. Gliding his hands over Vegeta’s hips, he slid them back to grasp a firm, muscular ass. Slapping that tight ass, he listened to Vegeta’s gasp. He would have chuckled if his mouth wasn’t so busy.

Growling, Vegeta began to thrust roughly into his lover’s mouth. “Fuck…“ Vegeta cursed loudly.

Moaning and groaning around his mate’s length Goku tried to keep up with the beat Vegeta had set. Whimpering, Goku looked up at his Prince. Seeing the flushed, pleasured look on that beautiful face…those dark eyes staring down at him, shifting slowly upwards to watch their reflections in the mirrors. Oh kami, Goku felt himself aching, throbbing for his prince’s touch. He couldn’t stand the longing that was crashing through his body.

Vegeta growled, “KAKKAROT! Don‘t you DARE!”

Goku couldn’t obey his prince, no matter how much he wanted to. He had to, he had to touch himself, had to alleviate this pain, this longing. Goku fondled his aching hardon, the taste of his prince adding to his pleasure. Kami, Vegeta tasted better than his favorite foods did after days of starvation. How did he live before this?

Vegeta watched his mate’s reflection, watched as Goku stroke himself, and he groaned. It was too much for his senses too much to withstand. Tossing his head, he howled his mate’s name. Pulling back from that tender mouth, he erupted in Goku’s flushed face. “Kakkarot….“ Gasping and panting, he collapsed to the mirror that served as their floor.

“Vegetaaaahhhhh….” Goku groaned, licking the thick juices from his lips.

“That’ll teach you to disobey me…” Vegeta chuckled. Smirking like the devil himself, he pulled his gloves off of his hands. Tossing them to the pile that were his clothing, he leaned in and kissed his mate’s trembling lips before he began to clean up the mess he had made on the other‘s face. Running his hands up the Earth Raised Saiyan’s back, he listened to Goku moan and pant.

“Vegeta, please…I need you…”

“I don’t know…you seem to be enjoying yourself plenty.” Vegeta whispered in his mate’s ear. Pulling back, he let his eyes trail down over Goku’s perfect chest, over his quivering stomach, towards that thick length that enticed him so. “You got to watch ME masturbate while I was in heat…I think it is only fare that I get to watch YOU.”

Goku groaned, his head tilting back, his tail coming to curl around his straining need as well. If his Prince wanted to watch, he’d sure have one hell of a show—while it lasted. Massaging the head of his penis with his thumb, he let his tail stroke over the rest of his length. Cracking open an eye, he watched the prince’s face loving the hunger he saw in them. Reaching out with his free hand, he dragged the royal close enough to claim those lushes lips. Groaning into Vegeta’s deliciously spiced lips, he crawled into the Prince’s lap.

“You’re being…cruel…” Goku panted in Vegeta’s ear, feeling his lover shiver against him. I need you so much….why won’t you…I know you need me…I want to come on your stomach…Geta….”

Vegeta snarled, shoving Goku to the floor, he pinned him. Leaning in, he nipped and sucking at his mate’s lips. “Get on you hands and knees…” He ordered, letting up and Goku complied eagerly.

Licking his lips, Vegeta ran his hands over a perfect ass. He could smell the musk of sex heavy on the air around them, and he could smell the scent of his mate like rich, wet earth. It made Vegeta want to ram home into that tight, hot ass over and over again until he finally came. How could he have thought that Goku’s little show would be enough for him. His mate was right, they needed to feel each other…to find completion together. Leaning forward slowly, he breathed in the scent of his mate, it radiated from every pour on the Saiyan’s body but it was strongest around his tail. Nipping at the base of the furry appendage, he took the time to moisten his fingers. Bringing his digits to Goku’s puckered opening, he slipped one in.

“Mmmmm”

Vegeta grunted, feeling himself throb at that breathy sigh. He couldn’t wait. Shoving another finger into that tight heat, he quickly stretched his mate.

“Ahhhhmmmmm, yesssss.…” Goku whimpered, arching his back, his tail brushing over Vegeta’s face.

Inhaling that sharp scent, he groaned himself—perfect, even his scent was perfect. Pulling his fingers out, he ran his hands up over that tail as he moved closer. Positioning himself, he rubbed the head of his erection against Goku’s entrance. “You want it…don’t you?”

“Uhhhuh.” Goku gave a shuddering gasp, feeling his prince’s thick shaft sinking rapidly into him. This is what he had been craving, more than food, more than sweets, he had wanted to feel his prince inside of him. Bucking back against his prince’s thrusts, he begged for more. He could never have enough.

Vegeta leaned forward, sucking on Goku’s fuzzy tail as he slammed roughly home over and over again. This was heaven. Digging his fingernails into the burning flesh below him, he growled. “K-kakkkaaaaroootttt….” Forcing his eyes open, he focused hazy eyes upon the multitude of reflections before them. “You look so beautiful,” He breathed, burying his face in between Goku’s trembling shoulders.

Goku could only cry out, his hands fisting in the discarded clothing below his sweat slicked body. He had long since hid his face in one of Vegeta’s articles of clothing. All his senses were consumed by his prince’s fiery aroma, he never heard a word his lover uttered.

“Look at yourself…” Vegeta grunted in between harsh pants and gasps, yanking Goku closer to his chest he tilted Goku’s head back. Chuckling into the crook of his mate’s throat he observed those lust filled eyes locked on their reflection. “See how beautiful you are?” He slowed his thrusts, wanting this to last, wanting Kakkarot to KNOW just how much his prince treasured him.

“I love you Kakkarot…” Vegeta breathed, lapping at a bead of sweat that threatened to fall from the divot Goku’s shoulder blades created. Running his hand down from Goku’s chin, over a trembling chest and stomach to a weeping erection. Stroking his lover’s length, he began to pound into him again needing completion.

“V-VEGETAH!” Goku screamed, eyes closing once more, face returning to the pile of clothing under his hands. Wrapping his tail around Vegeta’s waist, he tried to hold on never wanting this to end. “Oh…oh KAMI!”

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“Come on Kakkarot…we can’t stay here…” Vegeta growled, shaking Goku’s shoulder roughly. He had already pulled his pants back on, but his mate still clutched at his shirt. “Some one might come along.”

Goku gave an unintelligible mumble, his tail flopping limping off of his back to the floor beside him. “Come on, get your lazy ass up!” Vegeta snarled, slapping Goku’s ass harder than he had to.

Gasping, Goku struggled back to his hands and knees. He looked disoriented and confused, but managed to pull on his pants and shirt at least. “’Geta?” He mumbled, a wicked smile suddenly coming to his face. “That was incredible…I mean…I blacked out!”

“Shhhh…” Vegeta hissed, leaning in, he stole a tender kiss. “Save your praise, you won’t be loving my skill in the morning when your in too much pain to walk…” Vegeta’s face broke in a gloating smile. Slipping on his gloves and his boots, he waited impatiently for his mate to finish trying to fix his hair and clothing.

“We made a mess…” He said, sounding embarrassed as he pointed to the smeared splashes of seamen on the floor.

“So, come on…I’m not through with you yet.” Vegeta said, almost dragging Goku towards the exit sign he saw.

“W-what? N-not done!?” Goku stammered, “B-but, ‘Geta! I’m tired!” He whined, finding himself pushed through the rear exit. There appeared to be no one around as they took to the air. It must have been late, most of the lights amongst the fair grounds were off, and there were few if any people still around. “Can’t we just go home and go to bed?”

“We’ve got to do things right…I’ve got to take you under our tree to make our pact strong.” Vegeta said.

“Why couldn’t we’ve done that EARLIER?”

“Has to be around midnight.” Vegeta said, getting tired very quickly with these stupid questions. Taking Goku’s hand, ~Be quite, baka.~ he thought to his mate. They flew in silence until they reached the forest.

“I’ve one more question,” Goku asked, afraid to speak after the demanding, harsh tones in that thought his mate had sent to him.

“Hm?” Vegeta asked, leading the way to ground.

“Why is there so many rituals surrounding this? We are already bonded…why all the formalities?” Goku asked, touching down next to Vegeta who had turned to face the tree they had vandalized earlier.

“The ‘formalities,’ as you call them, were created for mates such as. Mates who know nothing of each other before they bond. It’s designed to bring them closer together. Also…it is for the dominating mate to learn what roles he must provide for his submissive mate…care taker, decision maker…hunter. Those sorts of things. Also, it’s for the mates who know each other and have spent most of their lives together before bonding. They must decide how their lives are going to move on from now on…”

“Oh…I see…” Goku said, watching his mate closely as he knelt before the tree. “It has…brought us closer together, I guess…”

“Come here, Kakkarot.” Vegeta beckoned the other over.

Goku complied reluctantly, sitting next to the prince. “How does this ritual work…”

Vegeta growled, almost pouncing on the man next to him. “How do you THINK it works…” He smirked as he wrestled the other to the ground, pinning him there. “Sex…until we’re both too tired to go on.”

Blushing like mad, Goku sat up with his prince. Helping the royal with his clothing, he lavished his mate in kisses and teasing pets.

GRRRRR

“What was that noise…” Vegeta paused, his hands resting on Goku’s broad shoulders.

“Uh…my stomach…“ He laughed nervously when his bowels gave anther ominous growl. ~Uh oh~ he thought, trying to ignore the growing rumblings.

“Hmm….don’t tell me you’re hungry again…” Vegeta purred, stripping the last article of clothing from his mate’s trim body. “You can eat when we’re done. I’ll catch you something.”

There was no time for further conversation, Vegeta was already forcing Goku on his hands and knees. “V-Vegeta…” Goku stammered, looking back at his mate.

“Mmmm?” Vegeta sighed, trailing soft kisses over his mate’s muscular ass. Spreading Goku’s cheeks, he slowly lapped at the puckered muscle there. “You taste so good.”

“I-I…Vegetahhhh!” Goku’s breath hitched, a hot tongue pressing into him. “Oh…oh that feels good…” He groaned, his fingers digging into the moist earth below. “N…NO, Vegeta…we can‘t…not right now…please…” He gasped, trying to squirm away, his stomach gurgling again.

Vegeta growled, holding Goku in place, lapping at his slick crack. His hand coming up to tease a perfect, fluffy tail.

“GAAAAHHHHHH!” They prince’s sudden cry startled the wild creatures of the forest and they scattered in all directions, rushing to escape the prince and the rancid smell that had begun to fill the air. “KAKKAROT!”

“Vegeta…”

“BY THE GODS!” Vegeta cried again from where he sat on his ass. His hands had come up to cover his nose.

Goku blushed, “I…I’m sorry! I…I didn’t want to…f-fart…in your face!” Goku watched with guilt and embarrassment as his prince whipped at his streaming eyes. “But I TOLD you…what Mexican food does to me! It’s the beans…I…they don’t agree with me! And…Uh….”

“You IDIOT, Kakkarot!” Vegeta barked, scrambling to his feet. “Why didn’t you say anything!?”

“I DID!” Goku cried in defense. “I tried to get away from you! YOU WOULDN’T LET ME!”

“Well the mood is ruined now…put your damned clothes on. We’re going home!” He said, pulling his shirt on. “And if you think you’re going to sleep in the same bed as me…you’ve another thing coming! You’re sleeping outside until…until you stop smelling so fucking bad.” He was still holding his nose as he leapt into the air.

“Don’t be so damned MEAN!” Goku growled, his embarrassment suddenly becoming anger. Why was he always letting his prince push him around like this? Grabbing his clothes off of the ground, he dressed quickly, following his mate towards home. “HEY! WAIT FOR ME!”

Vegeta glanced to the other who had started to fly next to him. “Keep behind me, Kakkarot. I don’t wish my nose to fall off when it partakes of your stench once more.” He growled, speeding up to get ahead of the other, ignoring the hurt he felt along their bond.

They landed upon the front lawn. “Come on ‘Geta.” Goku pleaded with his upset mate. “Why are you being so…uh…” He blushed, “Excuse me…” The breeze had shifted and the Prince yelped at the smell that reached his nose. It was worse than Furiza’s stench, it was worse than anything the young Prince had smelt before.

“NO!” Vegeta snapped. Turning on his heals, he stormed into the house, slamming the door behind him.

Goku stood in the moonlight, his tail drooping to the ground, his sadness evident by the slump of his shoulders. When the door opened quite suddenly, Goku looked up with hope in his eyes. When a heavy quilt hit him in the face, he was bewildered, until he heard the door slam shut once more.

“Oh…” He sighed, pulling the blanket off of his head. Looking down at the ground, he plopped down and curled up where he stood, pulling the blanket over his frame.

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~Napa…~

“I hope he gets eaten out there…” Vegeta grumbled.

~I know, Raditzu…I heard and I know, you don’t have to rub it in. I’ll have a talk with them both ~ The mates watched Vegeta tromp to the only other bed and throw himself onto it. They watched their prince strip off his clothes, then watched silently as he rolled onto his side and began to masturbate.

“Stupid…Baaahhh…baka…Kakkarottttooohhhh….” He grumbled into his pillow, even as he inhaled his mate’s heady scent and groaned. “HN!”

~And we have to get a larger place to live in.~