Much Like Suffocating
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Much Like Suffocating
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WARNINGS AND DISCLAIMERS:
instead of just reading it? (Insert
standard disclaimer here: I don’t own
Vegeta, Goku, (any other characters mentioned herein) or the show they came
from DBZ DBGT or just plain DB.)
ALL RIGHTY. *rubs hands
together and looks up terms for the list of warnings: *
already screaming. You can read
it. I swear It’ll be chocked full of
lemony goodness. LEMONS (Not talking
about the fruit here, either. I’m
talking about the sex o alt although how did it come to be a ‘lemon’
anyway?) Homosexuality (er…duh.)
Gasp): bondage, shady professions, and
graphic descriptions. (Hopefully
graphic anywho.) Also, dirty language
doubtlessly. DARK.
As always I strive to keepk ink in character even when they are not
‘themselves’ in the canon-sense. If
you’re reading this and you’re like they are so not in character, give it a
chappie or two and see if you still think that.
I tried very hard not to write this.
bunny (the plot bunny) until it went away.
And you see how far that got me.
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Krillin—serving
as the Prince’s lackey, since he did pledge his life to the service of
Vegeta—brought out buckets of water.
Bulma sat outside the mouth of the cave, watched, but couldn’t help
because Chichi had threatened to tear her limb from limb if she got up before
she was fully healed. Regeneration
tanks could only do so much, and the Spider-bitch was very insistent that her
kitten do as she was told.
So
Krillin brought buckets of the ice cold water outside, and Vegeta stood and
watched as Goku dumped the water over himself, watched the red water drain off
his large body and down into the ground.
This process, to rinse away all the blood until the water ran cold and
clear, took nearly a full hour.
Vegeta
watched it with a vindictive sneer, smirked with every bucket that washed
Freiza’s blood into the ground, watched Goku stand on it and thought that that
was the only way it was ever meant to be.
Freiza was filth, he was dirt and now all that remained of him was in
that ground and wrapped up in a piece of the clothe and suspended from the
ceiling of the cave. (Thanks to Chichi
who made a web especially for that things’ head. Freiza was nothing, and now he was less than it.
Whatever
knowledge that white thing had of Vegeta was gone, and there was nobody left in
this world that knew what had been except the people here with him and
Bardock. Bardock would be dead soon,
and these that stood with him, they wouldn’t speak of that horror.
History
was written by the victorious, and he would be victorious.
see his father, return to his throne and when his father passed, he would be
king and there wouldn’t be a soul left alive in the universe that knew the
truth of what he had been. Because it
was becoming more and more irrelevant.
The real monster wasn’t Vegeta who had been enslaved and mind-controlled
into dancing for and fucking whoever came to buy him, but Bardock, who had sold
his Prince. That is what history would
say. Bardock was the evil, who had
tried to kill his Prince and had died.
Death
to traitors. Death to scum. Death to Bardock and anyone who knew of him.
mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'> Goku
shook his head, sent water flying everywhere and shivered from head to foot in
the wind that blew across his soaking body, so that Vegeta huffed, crossed the
open space between them and motioned toward the cave. Didn’t touch Goku, not out here where there were eyes to see, but
made him follow. Into the cave and up
the stairs that were etched into the wall, up to the room that had been the
mindreader’s once and was now his.
Turned and looked at Goku as he shook and shivered, and dripped water
everywhere.
With
the exception of the bruised hands, there was nothing on him to say that he had
just fought a battle that had killed countless. Vegeta stepped forward, pulled loose the ties that held Goku’s
pants on and pushed them down, rolled them down his wet skin until they were
trapped around his ankles and then pulled off the soaked shoes and Goku stepped
out of the last of his clothing, shook harder and stared at Vegeta like he was
still a lost child.
“Lay
down and cover up,” Vegeta said.
Goku
just shook his head and stepped up next to him, wrapped his arms around him and
shook there, holding onto him until Vegeta sighed, hugged the big naked one
back and pushed him back to the pile of furs and blankets.
mound of warm furs over them.
“He’s
really dead,” Goku whispered.
“Yes,
he is.”
“Vegeta,”
Goku said, very lowly, tiny little voice that seemed strange coming from such a
large person. And Vegeta ran his hands
over the damp skin, focused his energy to the surface of his skin and warmed
them both, pressed his hands on Goku’s skin everywhere he reached until the
taller Saiyan whimpered a little and shifted uncomfortably.
Vegeta
thought of how he had looked when he first showed, how alive with power he had
been and bearing the blood of the disgusting on him, bearing the blood that
proved their nightmare had died and Goku had lived. Vegeta kissed him, pressed his warm lips to Goku’s cool ones,
felt the lips part under his and slid his clothed leg between Goku’s naked
ones. Rubbed his thigh against him
until he felt the stirring and the hardening.
Goku
pulled away and panted a little, used his bruised hands to pull Vegeta’s
clotehs off his body and then covered all his skin with those hands, callused
and rough from fighting. Vegeta parted
his legs around Goku’s and pulled him overtop of him, looked up at the larger
Saiyan and didn’t say anything with his voice that wasn’t already said with his
body. Trusted this man, trusted him the
same way Goku trusted.
Fingers
ran down his chest, drew blazing designs on his hips u he he was gasping for
breath and then Goku kissed him again.
Just a little kiss, a quick press of lips together and the larger Saiyan
shifted, reached for the oil and ran his fingers in the slippery scented lubricant.
pressed his mouth to Vegeta’s shoulder and whimpered with every press of his
fingers inside the Prince.
Whimpered
because they were killing the last of the nightmare, whimpered because Goku
would never have asked for what was being given to him, and Vegeta opened his
legs wide, wrapped them around the slim hips above him and used his own hand to
pull the tall one into his body. Felt
the stretch and the slide and arched into it.
Accepted it, and wrapped his whole body around Goku.
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Goten
righted himself, stood in the middle of the stream (blessed by some Earth
person to be a stream of healing, and strangely enough it really
hea
heal.) Looked at him, and then down at
his hands and the cloth he had wrapped around his own fingers to keep from
touching Goten and sucking them both into a fight to keep their
personalities. Watched Goten as he
wrapped his pale hands around Trunks’ wrists and pulled the cloth off, first
one hand and then the other until his palms were pressed to bare skin.
“I
believe I promised you something,” Goten whispered. Lifted himself up and kissed Trunks, pressed his scarred body to
Trunks’ and ran his hands under the shirt to touch Trunks’ skin wherever he
could and his leg slid against Trunks’ until he was aching from the touch of
it.
Scarred
or not, Goten’s skin was smooth and soft and usually warm.
delicate, but he wasn’t. The mental
power he possessed far outreached his physical abilities, but Goten had been
the one to teach him how to wield a sword and those that underestimated the
mind-reader often paid for it with blood.
They
were killers, him and Goten, but they were good at it, beautiful with it.
only those born for this fate could claim, and when they touched each other,
slid against each other, it was with that same single-mindedness.
couple of well-placed telekinetic thoughts and they were lying on the grassy
bank with Goten arching under him, opening his legs and giving Trunks the space
to lay against him. Kissing, clashing
together the way only they could.
Trunks
ran his fingers down the soft skinned chest, over his belly and followed his
hands with his mouth, pausing to suck spots onto his skin, raise blood but not
draw it out, and left a trail of his marks to the belly button, kissed it,
looked up at Goten and saw him watching, dark eyes glittering and mouth
panting. He moved down, closed his
mouth around Goten’s erection and hummed against him. Felt the cubby in his mind where Goten’ resided twist in sudden
pleasure.
Sucked
on him, took in tasttaste and smell and feel of his love—really, Goten was the
only thing he loved except his brother—again for the first time in over a
year. Felt hands in his hair and
telekinetic fingers pressing into his body, rubbing his prostate even as he
sucked on Goten and that was hardly fair, considering he had no such powers.
would, pulled him back up to kiss him again, pushed his legs open with that
same non-physical pressure, wrapped his smaller hands around Trunks’ waist and
turned them over. Trunks felt the cool
grass against his back and pulled his knees up, felt the non-physical fingers
inside of him massaging him with accuracy that made his stomach clench and
quiver and his erection was heavy and painful.
Goten raised his hand and grabbed something—one of those many things
about having a super-powerful-minded lover that was good—and he felt real
fingers against his opening, slipping in with something cool and slick and he
spared a moment to wonder what it was—decided it wasn’t worth the effort—and
pushed back against the real fingers that replaced the telekinetic ones.
“Ready?”
Goten asked.
And
Trunks nodded, held his breath when Goten pushed into him and felt the kisses
against his collarbone as Goten whined deep down in his chest.
bruises and when the minder-reader was buried inside of him, they both panted
to catch their lost breath, looked at one another and began this dance all over
again.
Goten
dug his knees into the ground and thrust into him with calculated abandon, his
tail wagged wildly behind him as he moved deeper and faster and clawed at
Trunks’ skin anywhere he could get a grip.
Panted and gasped and sucked on his collarbone, and Trunks arched under
him, held his legs wide open and wrapped his own hand around his painfully
erect arousal. Jerked his hand on
himself until he was barely able to stand it, and breathed only because his
lungs burned and his eyes leaked false tears.
Felt Goten battering him from the inside out, making electricity run
through his body with every stroke against his prostate until he couldn’t take
it. Never could, felt like he was going
to break and was suddenly terrified that when he did he would never get put
back together. Wrapped his hands around
Goten’s shoulders whimpered and begged for the release, felt the insane
tightening, felt the hardness buried in him, the presence in his mind and bit
his own tongue.
Goten
surged deep into him again, curled his body and covered Trunks’ mouth with his
own, forced his mouth open and sucked on the blood, pressed two finger against
his forehead and dropped the other hand between them to grip his erection.
something that was inescapable, and Trunks panted and felt that he was falling
down, hard and it exploded all through him, through Goten and he heard his own
yell like a foreign sound as Goten tore his mouth back and grit his teeth as
he, too, released.
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YEAH!
Goku:
Hey! I wasn’t the uke!
Vegeta: This
should not surprise you.
Goten: Well,
it shocks the hell out of me.
Trunks:
*rolls eyes *
Goten: What?
Goku: Why is
the creepy kid thinking about my sex life?
Vegeta:
Because everyone should think about your sex life.
Jaygoose:
Yeah,
poor Gohan and his poor dead frog.
*rolls eyes and ignores this trauma *
Its not odd that you feel better about Vegeta not having a choice.
side-plot point so I can’t.)
Macha:
Not
‘often’ but ‘occasionally’ enough that it seems like ‘often.’
ERG! Darnit, another side-plot
point. It’ll get explained soon, why it
is they force these ‘dreams’ on folk.
Lol.
past few chapters. But don’t worry bout
them too much, they’ve got their 15 minutes of fame coming up.