Shattered Night

Summary: Set somewhere after GT. Sort of… Goten and Trunks are in college at 19 and 20 years of age. Pan and Bra are in middle school at 13 and 14. So yeah…The boys are younger than they should be. Goku has returned from his adventure with Shenron and has been wished back to his correct age using the Namekian Dragon Balls. Vegeta has almost completely closed the gap in power between himself and Goku and can transform into SS4 at will.

Warnings: M/M, MPREG

Pairings: Goku/Vegeta, Goten/Trunks

Author's Note: Perspective is kinda weird. The first four chapters are in Goku's perspective and then the rest so far aren't, so just letting everyone know I'm not consistent with perspective, but it's not to the point where you don't know what's going on.

On with the fic. Enjoy.

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Shattered Night: Chapter 5 – Tricks and Truths


Without warning Piccolo barged into the room carrying Vegeta in his arms. Dende rushed to his side thinking maybe Vegeta was injured and needed to be healed only to find Vegeta in perfect health. “Ask Mr. Popo if he has anything that can keep a person asleep,” he ordered as he placed Vegeta on the bed.

Dende looked at him questioningly, silently asking, ‘what for?’ Piccolo shot him a look that sent the younger Namek on his way without further hesitation.

Dende returned a short time later with an odd looking incense burner and small sack of something. Piccolo assumed it was incense. Dende put the burner on the nightstand beside the bed, opened the sack and poured a handful of sand onto a tray in the burner, then lit the burner. Wisps of pinkish purple smoke emerged from the sand as it began to burn. “Incense sleeping sand,” Dende said sensing that Piccolo was arching a hairless brow at him, “but whatever is in this pouch is all there is.”

Piccolo took a step back when the pink-purple smoke got too close. “Is that going to put us to sleep as well?”

“No. Mr. Popo told me Nameks are not affected by the smell, but Saiyans should be since they are biologically similar to Humans.”

“Convenient…” Piccolo thought out loud. Mr. Popo always had some sort of rare item or mystical remedy for everything.

“So why are we keeping him asleep?”

“Some mess Goku is in. I don’t know the details, but Vegeta wants to kill Goku and Goku wants him asleep for a while so he can have time to sort things out,” Piccolo sighed. ‘Why does Goku always have to place such odd requests on me?’ he thought.

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-An hour later-

“We’re running low on sleeping sand,” Dende reminded him again for the 30th time in the last 5 minutes.

Piccolo growled; his left eye twitching in annoyance.

“Oh, god…he’s going to wake up and kill me!” Dende squealed.

“Be quiet!” Piccolo clenched and unclenched his fists.

“Oh man…what did I ever do to deserve this? I’m a good guardian. I repair the ozone layer…”

“Will you shut up!?” Piccolo snapped.

“What are we going to do when the sand runs out?”

“I know what I’m going to do. I’m going to shove you in his general direction and lock the door behind me on the way out! Now SHUT UP!” Piccolo exhaled a long labored breath as he tried to rein his anger and keep himself from throttling the younger Namek. It was getting to be too much to take. Every 15 seconds Dende felt compelled to remind them of how much sand they had left in supply or whine about impending death in the case of Vegeta’s awakening.

“Oh my god, he’s waking up!” Dende shrieked as Vegeta turned to his side in his sleep.

‘Don’t do it,’ Piccolo told himself. Ki crackled around his hands. ‘He’s Earth’s guardian. Don’t do it.’

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After leaving Capsule Corp., I’d headed home for that shower I wanted earlier and changed into fresh clothes. I also dipped into my stash of senzu beans to put myself back in top form; wouldn’t want Vegeta to come at me again while I’m at a lack of energy. For the most part I was stalling; trying to think of what I would say to Vegeta. What way could I explain things to him without pissing him off or hurting him? I kept coming up blank. Hell, I still didn’t know what Bulma showed him, so it was really just my word against her “proof”. I sighed. I decided to just be as direct as I could with him and hope for the best. I sighed again. ‘Time to stop delaying the inevitable,’ I thought just before locking onto Piccolo’s ki and IT’ing my way back to the lookout.

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The room I appeared in was dimly lit, but from what I could make out of the barren room there was a nightstand and bed in the corner and three figures; one on the bed and two standing beside it; one of the standing figures flailing its arms spastically.

“He’s waking up,” Dende exclaimed with a rather panicked gesture as Vegeta shuffled again in his sleep.

“Well, then put some more of that sand on the burner.”

“We’re out of the sand!”

Piccolo growled, “Fine, then I’ll just beat him back to unconsciousness!” He drew back a fist, but stopped as he felt another presence in the room.

I put a hand on Piccolo’s shoulder. “Uh...that won’t be necessary, Piccolo.”

“GOKU! What took you…you know what, I don’t even care. Just take him,” Piccolo pointed to Vegeta, “before Dende’s panic attack sends me into a nervous breakdown!”

“Hurry up,” Dende chimed in.

“Shut up! Just shut the fuck up!” Piccolo ordered. “If I hear anymore of your whining that Vegeta’s going to wake up and kill you, then I’M going to kill you.”

‘Apparently, I was gone a little too long for their sanity’s sake,’ I thought to myself with an inward nervous chuckle. I stepped beside the bed and looked down at Vegeta’s sleeping form. “Thanks, Piccolo,” I said over my shoulder, and then gently, I placed my hand on Vegeta’s and IT’ed us back to my house.

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I laid Vegeta on my bed and sat down in a chair beside him, watching him. He shifted a lot in his sleep, like he was fighting something as he tried to get more comfortable. I watched his movements and couldn’t help imagining scenarios I knew I shouldn’t.
In my mind I saw myself sliding my tongue across his collarbone, making a wet trail to his neck. I saw myself kissing him while I pressed my body to his; grinding against him. I felt my breathing get heavier. Just lying there, he was so tempting and it was taking every ounce of willpower I could muster not to climb atop him and act out my desires. I felt my body temperature rising and my face flush as a certain part of my lower body began to react. I leaned back in my chair, taking deep breaths as I tried to relax my body and will my growing erection back down.

Vegeta twitched lightly before snapping his eyes open and sitting up abruptly. As soon as he realized where he was, he was instantly furious; his anger seeming almost tangible around him. “Why am I here?” he demanded in a low threatening voice.

‘God he’s sexy!’ I thought to myself, still leaning back in my chair. I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself as best I could before speaking. “You’re here because we need to talk,” I said.

“I have nothing to discuss with you,” he spat. He wrapped his tail around his waist protectively and moved to exit the room, only to have me stand and block the way.

“Yes, you do,” I countered assertively. “I don’t know what Bulma has “shown” you, but that night I told Bulma…”

“I DON’T WANT TO HEAR YOUR BULLSHIT!” Vegeta cut in as he slammed me into the wall, his forearm pressing into my throat.

I matched his glare with my own and powered up straight to Super Saiyan 4 with a flare of my ki, effectively pushing Vegeta back. He stumbled back a bit until the back of his legs hit the bed. I took advantage of his moment of off balance and pushed him down onto the bed; restrained him beneath me, holding myself up just inches from his face. He jerked wildly trying to free himself growling viciously, promising death with his eyes. “I told Bulma…,” I continued, “…that I was in love with you.” There it was. I said it and there was no taking it back.

Vegeta ceased his thrashing and stared at me, perplexed as he tried to process this new information. “What?” he half whispered then narrowed his eyes; his tone of voice becoming sinisterly icy, “don’t try to fucking deceive me, Kakarott!”

Watching his lips move this close to my own… “I would never lie to you, my prince,” I whispered as I caved into my longing. I let my lips descend onto his and slid my tongue in when he gasped in surprise. I was delighted and disappointed. While he didn’t try to move me away, he didn’t kiss back either.

I pulled back and stared into his onyx colored eyes. He seemed to be struggling with his thoughts, so I decided to give him a little more incentive. I released his arms and raked my fingers through the fur of his tail, smiling as my prince shivered slightly and the furry appendage uncoiled from his waist and moved to lay beside him in response to the stimulus I’d administered. I slid my hands under his red tank top, moving the fabric up; exposing his abdomen, gripped his waist with my hands, and leaned down to nip at the skin just below his ribs.

Vegeta’s breath hitched, his body tensing up at the contact. He was watching me now, suspiciously; scrutinizing me for any sign of falsity. Not quite the reaction I was hoping for, but not the worst either. Changing strategies, I moved up, caressed and cupped the right side of his face with one hand, giving him a chaste kiss on the lips before moving to suck on his left earlobe while stroking my right hand up and down his side. He gasped at the sensation; a light blush tinting his cheeks. I continued until I felt his body relax under mine. ‘Much better…now let’s try this again,’ I thought to myself. I ran my thumb over his lips, parting them slightly, and kissed him hungrily. To my rapture, Vegeta’s eyes fluttered closed and he kissed back this time. Our tongues entwined together, gliding over one another, fully tasting each other; Vegeta even moaned a little into the kiss, one of his hands coming up, entangling into my hair; the other hand moved to rest on my shoulders. This was my fantasy come true.

I broke the kiss and gave him a lecherous grin. After that delicious kiss I was very motivated to realize a few of my other fantasies right now. I dipped back down and kissed the juncture between his shoulder and neck, sucking hard and bringing the blood to the surface of the skin. Vegeta’s breathing became quick shallow pants and both of my hands were at his sides, stroking and massaging him. A small growl escaped my throat as I grazed my teeth over the hickey I just made and felt Vegeta flinch just a split second before his hands were on my shoulders pushing me up and away from him. I gave him a curious look, wondering what I did to alarm him. He scowled in reply.

“Maybe he just needs a little more coaxing.’ My body; however, reacted more aggressively than I intended. I snatched up his hands in mine and forced them down over his head. Vegeta looked both outraged and excited. There was even a little confusion thrown into the mix; maybe over which he felt more strongly of.

I leaned in to pick up were I left off, determined not to be deterred, but the Prince apparently wasn’t going to concede either. He jerked and thrashed, managing to maneuver one of his knees between us. I blinked in surprise at the knee pressed up against my chest. I frowned and tried to overpower him, but his knee was successfully keeping us apart.

A loud snarl escaped my throat, my tail began lashing out behind me, and my instincts roared for me to regain control. Without thinking, I grasped his knee to constrain it, only to be shoved to the side and off the bed by the hand I had accidentally released. I hit the floor ungracefully; not quite understanding how I had wound up there, being it happened all too quickly.

Vegeta sat up, a light blush still painted across his cheeks. He glanced over to me as I powered down out of super Saiyan 4 utterly defeated. I sighed and moved to sit, leaning on my arms. I looked down at the tent in my pants and groaned at how achingly hard I had become and I know he noticed it. ‘Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to rush Vegeta’s decisions after all, but then again…’ I smiled to myself. ‘To kiss my Prince was well worth it no matter what the outcome may be,’ I decided. He did seem to enjoy some of it, so maybe Vegeta isn’t as unattainable as I had previously thought him to be.

He gave an exasperated huff and folded his arms across his chest. “And just what are you smiling about?” He looked me in the eyes, glowering, silently demanding an explanation to my actions. I smiled wider in response and shrugged.

“Hn.” Vegeta’s glower became nonchalant. “You’re more in touch with your Saiyan instincts than I thought, Kakarott.” He rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling, his tail now carefully wrapped about his waist.

“Um... Vegeta?”

“Quiet. I need to think.” Vegeta closed his eyes. I waited silently for Vegeta to sort out his thoughts. It didn’t look like he was getting anywhere though, but at least it gave me enough time to will my erection down. After several long minutes, Vegeta opened his eyes again and moved toward the door.

“Vegeta, wait…” In a panic I was instantly up and caught his wrist as he moved to leave. I pulled him into my embrace with his back to my chest, my tail overlapping his own around his waist, resting my head on his shoulder. “I meant what I said, Vegeta,” I whispered into his ear, my arms tightening around him. “I love you. I love you so much…please…” I nipped at his ear. I exhaled slowly finding the hickey I had left on his neck, softly kissing it, feeling my prince quiver slightly in my arms at the sensation. I spun him to face me, kissing him almost fiercely; desperately.

My prince reciprocated with an equal amount of fervor, but soon shoved me back, breaking away from the kiss. He looked down at the floor, confusion and anger once again crossing his features as he lightly panted, trying to catch his breath.

“Vegeta… I want to be with you. I’ve wanted to for so long.”

“And what about Bulma?”

“Leave her,” I replied bluntly and coldly. “She lied to you and tried to trick you into killing me.”

“And what about you? If you would have answered me when I asked you what the hell was going on then you could have avoided that, AND I STILL don’t know what happened.”

I snickered at my own oversight. Everything that’s been going on and I still hadn’t told him. “You’re right, give me your hand.” Vegeta eyed me suspiciously as he cautiously placed his hand in mine. I closed my eyes and focused on the memories of me accidentally confessing my feelings for Vegeta to Bulma and my later confrontation with her after Vegeta tried to kill me. I focused on sending the images to my prince hoping he would receive them and understand. In the past I’ve done the occasional mind reading, but this is the first time I’ve tried to transmit my memories to someone else. “Did you see?”

Vegeta nodded as he contemplated the new information. “That’s what happened?”

“I can’t alter my memories, Vegeta,” I assured him. I put a hand on his shoulder and IT’ed him to his room in Capsule Corp. “Take your time, Vegeta, just know that for you, my offer is always open,” I said just before I stole a quick kiss, backed away, and IT’ed myself back home before he had time to react.

My mind filled with many things I could have done or done differently at which point I promptly climbed back into bed, deciding hindsight sucks, and snuggled into my blanket, feeling comforted by Vegeta’s lingering scent. “Just like caramel,” I mumbled to myself letting my mind drift into sleep, hoping I would dream of my prince.

T.B.C…
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Authors Note: I have returned to the world of the living. Yay! Now dance with me everyone… I said DANCE.
Or throw things at me for taking so long to update. *gets down on knees* Forgive me, pretty please!?

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Reviewers: I’m especially sorry to all my reviewers for having taken forever and a day with this update. I still love you guys.