My Love

My Love
Chapter 5: My True Love part B

Goten groaned, he could taste blood on the back of his throat, his blood. With the discovery he forced his eyes open and took a look around. His body hurt, stiff and sore after battle. His eyes landed on Vegeta who was sitting a few paces away under the shade of a tree, a deep spring full of clean clear water to his side.

"Vegeta-san," said Goten unable to keep some of the pain out of his voice. He turned his head to the other side away from the saiyan prince.

"Nothing is broken," said Vegeta in a neutral voice. "You’ll be a little sore for awhile, but that will fade fast enough."

"Is… is it over? Who won?" asked Goten still looking to the side.

Vegeta sighed. "No it’s not over, we’re having a break so Kakarot can recover his strength." There was amusement in his voice when he spoke again. "You gave him a few good knocks, he’s still licking his wounds."

Goten gave a small laugh at that, but stopped as it twitched some area in his chest that hurt. Wincing he sat up. "I guess I should have put in some more training, then maybe I’d have won."

"Maybe," said Vegeta. "Your father has nearly twice as much fighting experience as you, I’m surprised you got past his defenses half as many times as you did."

"It felt… good," said Goten more to himself then Vegeta. "Fighting against him like that, not the actually pain part, but the battle itself. I… I miss fighting him, sparing like I use to…. I don’t know why I ever gave it up, especially for silly girls I could never truly give myself to." He hung his head suddenly looking quite miserable.

Vegeta stared at his defeated form for several moments. "Why don’t you start sparing with me?"

"Huh?" said Goten lifting his head and looking at him.

Vegeta coughed and turned to the side to look over the water. "I prefer sparring with a partner over solitary training. I think Trunks might agree to join us when he’s home, if you want to that is."

Goten stared at him for a long time, then his eyes softened and he nodded. "Hai, Vegeta-san I’d like that very much."

"Good," said Vegeta still not looking at him. "I’m sure I can get both you and Trunks to level three if I push you hard enough. Ever thought about having your tail regenerated?" he asked finally looking over at him. "Perhaps one day you two could go level four, or maybe if you fuse you could if one of you has a tail-" Vegeta stopped and frowned slightly at the look on Goten’s face.

Goten couldn’t help it he smiled softly trying to hold back tears, memories of years long gone played back before his watering eyes. He was young and naive back then, a boy laughing and playing with his best friend: Trunks. He could remember in detail the day Trunks had excitedly told him his father had promised to take him to an amusement park and wanted him to go too. It had been one of the funniest days of his life going on the rides, laughing with Trunks, watching Vegeta’s losing battle to keep them under control. The saiyan prince had never looked so fluttered as he did that day though he’d caught the man secretly smiling at them a few times.

He could remember many different times the saiyan prince had gone though the trouble of putting up with Kakarot’s brat as he’d been so dubbed. Vegeta had a lot of bark, but no bite when it came to him. Goten had always been fond of him for that and the sudden realization of what he felt, had always felt for the man, made the tears threaten to spill even more.

I love you Vegeta-san, but not in the way I thought. You were there when my father was gone and you didn’t push me away. Maybe you did it just for Trunks’ sake, but it meant a lot to me. You always kept an eye on us and even now you’re still doing it. He sniffed and turned his head away, wiping at his face hoping Vegeta wasn’t watching him cry though he didn’t see how the man could miss it. He stopped as he felt a hand on his shoulder and looked at Vegeta.

He held up a capsule and dropped it in Goten’s hand. "You’re a bloody mess, kid. Why don’t you wash off."

Goten made another small sniff and quickly wiped off his cheeks. "Hai, I think I will, Vegeta-san," he said getting up to his feet. "Thanks," he said softly, moving over to find a clearing he could expand the CC house in.

Vegeta watched him go and once he heard the boom of the CC building he leaned back and blew out a long sigh. "What am I going to do about that boy?" His back straightened and he snapped his head around as he heard someone clapping their hands.

"I’m so moved," smiled Juunanagou still clapping his hands. "I didn’t know you were such a softie Vegeta."

"You-!" said Vegeta as if it were a curse. "How long have you been hiding back there?!"

"Long enough," grinned the android moving over to stand next to him.

"Hn, nosy tin can," muttered Vegeta to himself.

Juunanagou laughed softly and turned to look at the spot Vegeta had picked out. "Hmm, nice place," he bent down and began untying his shoes laces.

Vegeta raised an eyebrow at him but didn’t say anything as the android began to strip. He watched as 17 tossed his pants aside and walked right into the cold water in only his boxers. The android bent down and scooped up some water to splash it over his face. He tossed his head back and glanced at Vegeta.

"Enjoying yourself?" he asked with a wink.

"Hn," smiled Vegeta. "Why are you bugging me android?" he said watching with some admiration as the water traced down the ridges of pale flesh.

"Me? I’m just hot," smirked Junanagou and Vegeta snorted again at his double meaning. Juunanagou laughed. "Just consider his your bachelor party and me the stripper. You will, I guess, be a married man after today." Juunanagou waded over to the bank and leaned on it. He rested his hand under his chin and reached out his other to run it softly over Vegeta’s tail that was draped loosely in front of the saiyan, watching as a shiver ran down Vegeta’s spine. "Maybe you should enjoy yourself a little before you’re tied down again. I’ve always been curious about your kind," he said continuing to stroke the soft fur with his fingertips.
"Hn," smiled Vegeta. "Tempting, but dangerous for you."

"Oh? Are you that wild?"

Vegeta laughed. "Yes, and if you survived you’d have to deal with two others who currently have an interest in me."

Juunanagou quirked his head to the side, "it might be fun to ‘deal’ with those others as well."

The two of them laughed softly. Vegeta glanced down at the android, he’d never gotten a change to get to know 17, but he could already tell he wasn’t half-bad.

"Hmm…" purred Vegeta black eyes gleaming in the sunlight.

"Huh?" said Juunanagou looking up at him.

"Tell me android, you’re basically the same as a human are you not?"

"Basically," said 17.

"What’s the way humans go about finding partners then?" he asked.

"Human?" said Juunanagou. "Human’s are a crazy species. There’s no one way. My personal favorite is strip two people bare and lock them into a small room together. That always seems to work," he lifted an eyebrow at Vegeta suggestively.

Vegeta black eyes gleamed even darker in the light and a wicket grin spread on his lips as he looked down at Juunanagou.

Juunanagou’s skin suddenly got a lot paler, those didn’t look like any bedroom eyes he’d ever seen.

"Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!"

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Goten rinsed the rest of the shampoo out of his hair and turned the water off. He gave his head a little toss and opened the shower door to hunt for a towel. He found one and raised it up to begin rubbing at his hair, but stopped as he heard someone call his name. Quickly he wrapped the towel around his waist and stepped out of the bathroom and into the joining bedroom just as Vegeta stepped in dragging an unconscious android.

"Juunanagou?" said Goten stepping over to help Vegeta. "What happen?" he asked in concern.

"He had an… unfortunate accident in the spring," said Vegeta. For some reason to Goten Vegeta didn’t quite sound sincere.

He helped the saiyan dragged the out cold android up on the bed and suddenly realized 17 didn’t have any clothes on but his underwear.

"What did-" started Goten but was cut off as Vegeta walked off into the bathroom he’d just showered in. "Vegeta-san?" He could have sworn he show a brief flash from in there and wondered if something was burning as the smell drifted back out with Vegeta.

"Vegeta-san?" asked Goten.

"We’ve still got an hour before the next round. "See if you can wake him before then."

"Um… sure," said Goten as Vegeta walked through the door and closed it behind him.

Goten wandered over to Juunanagou and looked him over. He titled the android’s head to the side and fingered a slight bump on his head. "Ouch, how’d you ever hit your head ‘that’ hard?" he asked the unconscious android. He glanced down his pale, almost nude, form and blushed suddenly realizing he wasn’t much better. "Um… yah, I think I should… finish getting dressed before I wake him up." He hurried back to the bathroom to get dressed but…

"Where are my clothes?!"

After several minutes of fruitless searching Goten exited the bathroom. He moved towards the door intending to see if he could find some extra clothes in one of the other rooms. He gripped the doorknob and turned.

"Huh?!" He turned it from side to side each time with a louder Huh. "It’s stuck! Or locked…" he muttered softly.

"Aw, my head."

Goten froze and turned around to see Juunanagou sitting up and rubbing his head. The android stopped and looked at him, his eyes wondered down to the towel around Goten’s waist.

"Now wait, it’s not want it looks like," said Goten blushing.

"Oh?" said Juunanagou swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. "And just what does it look like?" he asked with a sexy grin.

Goten gulped and felt all his blood rush to his face. "Um… well… I" he stepped back into the door as Juunanagou marched over to be nose to nose with him.
"Well you’re not a full blooded saiyan," he said. A little smirk spread on his face. "But you are quite cute."

"Eh? Ahh!" cried out Goten as his towel went flying and he suddenly found himself on the floor one sexy slender android pressing their lips together. He briefly thought about shoving Juunanagou off, but paused with his hands on the other man’s shoulders. Push him off? Why? He’s even more ageless than me; powerful, intriguing, mysterious, and one sexy bitch! Realizing he’d just had the answer to all his prays literally dropped on his lap he moved his arms up to wrap them around 17’s waist and gently kissed back.

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Vegeta wore a little smile on his face as if he were unusually pleased about something as he rejoined the rest of their little group. He walked over and sat down right next to a mediating Piccolo since picking one or both of the two remaining Sons to sit by was just asking for trouble. His scent wasn’t as powerful as it had been, but that didn’t mean it’d gone back to normal yet, not to mention he was still very much in the mood for some action: Damn hormones!

"You seem happy about something," said Piccolo not even opening his eyes.

"I have my reasons," said Vegeta letting his hormones ease him into a pleasant mood. He flopped back, folded his arms behind his head, and closed his eyes. He was starting to regret not taking Juunanagou up on his offer, but then the android wouldn’t be cheering Goten up right now if he had. He laughed softly out-loud at that. He didn’t know if 17 was at all interested in a long-term relationship, but Goten was interested enough for them both. In the end the boy would probably end up ‘convincing’ Juunanagou otherwise, he did have that stubborn saiyan streak in him. His smile lessened a little as he could feel someone’s burning gaze on him. With a sigh he opened one eye and looked at Piccolo.

The namek wasn’t fast enough to mask his contempt of the smaller saiyan; Vegeta got a good look at his unspoken anger before Piccolo turned his head to the side. Vegeta smirked. "Something wrong Piccolo-san?" he asked.

Piccolo turned his head back with a snarl. Vegeta never addressed anyone with such respect, the san was meant to mock. Vegeta’s smirk turned into a grin at the look on Piccolo’s face, showing lots of pearly whites that just make the namek want to punch the bastard.

"Look here Vegeta, I’ve never been particularly fond of you and I’m not here for your benefit," growled the namek.

Vegeta closed his eyes again and lifted a hand to wave it in an unconcerned fashion at Piccolo. "No need to say it namek, I know why you’re here more than you do."

"What?!" demanded Piccolo reaching down to fist a hand in Vegeta’s shirt and hauled the saiyan up into a seated position. "Care to explain that?!" he growled.

"Now, now, none of that," said Vegeta brushing Piccolo’s hands off. He smoothed his shirt down and pointed over one shoulder, "you don’t want to upset the natives."

Piccolo glanced over Vegeta’s shoulder to see that Goku and Gohan were both giving him dangerous looks.

"Not wise to put your hands on a saiyan who’s being fought over in a tournament," smirked Vegeta. "Unless you want to compete yourself."

Piccolo looked taken-aback by that and went so far as to scoot a little away from the saiyan prince. "What’s that suppose to mean, I’m a namekian, why would I have any interest in such things let alone you?" he demanded.

"The scent I’m giving off also draws non-saiyans," said Vegeta, his smirk widened remembering Juunanagou. Guess I shouldn’t have been standing so close to him during Kakarot’s and Goten’s fight. He had to fight hard not to laugh at that. Grinning at Piccolo he lifted an arm and held it under Piccolo’s nose. "Take a whiff, does it do anything to you namek?" he asked eyes dancing with amusement.

Piccolo’s eyes widened then he snorted and shoved the arm away. "Of course, not," he growled crossing his arms. "My kind are asexual."

Vegeta studied him, then smirked, and lifted a hand to cup the namek’s crotch.

Piccolo hissed and skidded back away from him as Vegeta roared with laughed.

"You-you damn dirty ape!" raged Piccolo blushing a fierce purple.

"I’m a dirty ape?" said Vegeta lifting an eyebrow. "You lied namek, asexual my ass, and it would appear you’re not 100% immune to my scent if you go by the reaction in your pants."

If possible Piccolo turned a darker shade of purple, he turned his head to the side and muttered in a low tone. "We are asexual, that’s how we reproduce. We’re just equipped that way, probably how we evolved." He turned back to Vegeta with a glare, "Anyway it’s none of your BUSINESS!"

Vegeta clicked his tongue. "Touchy. I’ve never heard of any namekian women before, you all seemed to have masculine frames." He smiled evilly at the namek. "I doubt your kind would just ignore something like that, does that mean you’re all…" He gave Piccolo a meaningful look.

Piccolo’s slowly returning to green skin color suddenly returned to dark purple giving Vegeta all the answer he needed.

Vegeta throw back his head and roared with laughter again.

"Shut up! You’re hardly one to speak!" screamed Piccolo.

Vegeta rolled on his side than onto his belly. "Oh… it hurts," he gasped between giggles. "I knew you were… I but I did- heheheh - didn’t think your whole bloody… race was!"

"Shhhhh!!!!!" hissed Piccolo down at him giving nervous glancing to Goku and Gohan who were staring off in their direction with confused, curious looks. "Stop that you’re not any better, what right do you have to judge me, especially in your current position with the Son family," growled Piccolo.

After a few more seconds of laughing, then a few more to get his breath back, Vegeta rolled over on his back, chest heaving and a wide smile on his face. "Forgive me namek, hormones, they make you feel unusually good," he grinned at Piccolo who didn’t seem to share his good mood. "And as for your statement, I’m bisexual not homosexual. Remember I have two offspring of my own, there’s a difference."

Piccolo snorted and looked away, muttering about stupid saiyans under his breath.

Vegeta continued to grin at him till he closed his eyes and sighed. "I won’t be too concerned namek, we both know how this will end."

Piccolo stopped his muttering and looked down at the saiyan who was no longer smiling.

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The two-hour time limit ended and both Juunanagou and Goten appeared right on the dot. Goten had found some of Trunks’ spare clothes that had been tucked in one of the capsule rooms, a pair of tan khakis and a plain white muscle-shirt with the CC logo and name printed across the front. Vegeta couldn’t stop himself from grinning as he eyed the cigarette in Goten’s mouth, he knew Goten didn’t smoke on a regular basis. When the demi-saiyan’s eyes met Vegeta’s knowing ones, a lovely shade of red crossed Goten’s cheeks.

Juunanagou also seemed to be in a good mood, for once those icy blue eyes held some life in them.

"Here comes the happy new couple," said Vegeta too low for Gohan and Goku to hear, but loud enough for 17, Piccolo, and Goten.

Piccolo frowned down at Vegeta and looked at the two walking their way, Goten was now blushing up a storm while Juunanagou still seemed calm and cool though Piccolo did notice the lively light in the android’s eyes. "What are you hinting at saiyan?" questioned Piccolo looked back down at Vegeta.

"Hinting? I thought it was obvious," said Vegeta. "Saiyan enough for you Juunanagou?"

Juunanagou smirked a naughty type of smile and draped an arm around the still blushing Goten’s shoulders. "Well I wouldn’t know about saiyan standards, but I’m pleased to say he can keep up with me for a while anyway."

"Juunanagou," squeaked Goten doing a good impression of a cherry red tomato.

"Don’t worry pet I mean that in the highest respect for your skills, I’ve yet to mean anyone that came close to you," he leaned over and gave the demi-saiyan a kiss on the cheek. "I am an android I don’t get tired remember? I can put the energizer bunny to same."

"Juunanagou!" cried Goten somehow managing a deeper shade of red.

Juunanagou smiled and leaned into Goten wrapped his arm around the totally embarrassed youth’s waist who was trying to hide his face and glancing at his brother and father who particularly had question marks flashing around their heads. "How cute," purred 17. "If you follow me home I might have to keep you."

Vegeta laughed softly at that and glanced over at Piccolo who was staring at the two, eyes wide and jaw to the ground. Vegeta smirked and lifted a hand to shut his mouth for him.

"What’s going on?! I thought you both had a thing for each other, don’t tell me saiyans are that fickle," said Piccolo looking between Goten and Vegeta.

"Fickle, well yes and no. We take as many partners as we please till we find a mate then we’re loyal for life. On Vegeta-sei a healthy young saiyan would move from one partner to the next if there were an abundant supply of them in season, he’d only stop when he ran out of partners or found a life mate. Goten’s behavior in not uncommon at all."

"Stop talking about me as if I weren’t here," moaned Goten hiding his face.

"So… you have no problems at all that he’s already jumped into someone else arms?" said Piccolo to Vegeta in a disbelieving voice.

"No, should I?" asked Vegeta looking at the two in front of them. "If Goten likes him then what right do I have to interfere, he’s no brat of mine?"

"What about Gohan and Goku?!" demanded Piccolo. "You’re not going to give a damn about the loser? You’ll act like it never happened even if the loser continues to hold some affection for you though you’re mated to someone else?!"

Vegeta glanced at him. "Yes, my affections go to the winner that is the point of this tournament. Saiyans don’t give themselves fully till they’ve mentally linked, I have no link with any of them and won’t allow one till a winner emerges. When a saiyan mentally ties himself to someone it makes his or her interests in others on a sexual level drop, so when one of them bonds with me I probably won’t think twice about the loser as far as sexual relationships go."

"You don’t care if you hurt Goku or Gohan do you," growled Piccolo.

"Goku," said Vegeta a frown replaced his good-humored smile, "No. Gohan on the other hand is a different matter. He’s too emotional like a human and losing would probably hurt him far more than his father, but my own customs and ways prevent me from doing much about it. If he loses there is very little ‘I’ can do for him."

Piccolo stared at the saiyan prince with a mix of surprise, shock, and disbelief. "If you care about Gohan, then why don’t you stop all this non-sense and chose him over his father?" he asked.

Vegeta smirked. "Hmm, why don’t I chose him? That’s a funny question coming from you."

"What?! What’s that suppose to mean?" demanded Piccolo.

"Ah!" said Vegeta stretching and standing up. "I suppose we should get this show on the road, any objections Juunanagou? Piccolo-san?" he asked turned to smirk at Piccolo as he said his name.

Piccolo clenched his hands into fists and glared at the saiyan prince.

"Fine with me," said Juunanagou casually. "The sooner we get this over with, the sooner I get to have some fun of my own." As he said that he grabbed Goten’s arm and dragged him over to his side of the ring to watch with him.

Vegeta walked off to his own side away from everyone else.

"Ne Piccolo-san," called Gohan walking over to him. "What was that all about? What were you guys talking about?" he asked.

Piccolo stared at him trying to decide what to say. He gave up and decided there wasn’t anything in there that Gohan really needed to know right now. "Nothing Gohan. It’s your match now... good luck and be careful," he added after a moment of hesitation.

"I will and thanks Piccolo-san," smiled Gohan running over and jumping up on the ring.

He looks so alive, so happy right now thought Piccolo almost sadly. He hasn’t been the same since Videl died, not like this… I want him to win yet at the same time I don’t….
Goku smiled and jumped up to stand in the middle of the ring facing his oldest son. Both Sons wore matching smiles, both eager to begin.

"Give me the best you’ve got Gohan," said Goku sliding into a fighting stance.

"I will tou-san," said Gohan moving into his own stance.

A thick tension filled the air as they waited, bodies coiled to leap into action.

Juunanagou raised a hand. "Hajime!" shouted the android cutting his hand down.

No sooner had the word left his mouth then the two were engaged in combat.

Goku and Gohan leapt into the air and interlocked hands both leaning in to growl softly at the other. Still locked together, they began raining down strikes with their knees and legs. Gohan’s knee aimed in for Goku’s gut, the other saiyan pulled his knee up and blocked the move, twisting to the side he brought his other leg up to strike at Gohan’s side, but his son twisted around too and caught the kick with his own. The two exchanged kicks for several rounds seeming to dancing on air as they fought to land a good hit.

Gohan blocked another knee aimed at his middle then hissed, seeing they weren’t getting anywhere. He gripped Goku’s hands hard and leaned back.

Goku huffed as Gohan did a back flip in mid air and nailed him under the chin with both feet, making stars dance around his head. Dazed he loosened his hold on Gohan’s hands and the demi-saiyan broke free to grab one of his arms in both of his and start swinging him around in a wide circle. He was sent flying off over the land, breaking tall trees that blocked his path.

On the ground Piccolo, Vegeta, 17, and Goten hurried after them.

Several miles and six trees later Goku was finally able to halt his flight only to be met by a speeding Son Gohan who barreled into him. The two’s voices joined together as they yelled and grunted punching, kicking, ducking, and dodging each other’s moves. At the same time the two turned in roundhouse kicks, Goku’s up high Gohan’s down low, both missing each other.

Gohan let out a growl and twisted his whole body into his next move. One Leg lifted and kicked for Goku’s mid section, predictable the kick was blocked as both Goku’s arms came up and stopped the blow skidding back in the air at the sheer force Gohan had put into the kick.

Gohan smirked as he glanced over his side as his father and continued the twist, whipping his other leg around and nailing his father solidly on the side of the head. Goku began his own twist though it was from Gohan’s powerful blow that sent him twirling in mid air. Gohan saw his chance and moved in expanding his ki to the surrounding air around them. The atmosphere around Goku seemed to grow thick and heavy, he almost felt like it was turning into jell-o around him. Goku arched and cried out as he was crushed on all sides by his son’s intense ki. The world turned into another wheel of color as Gohan began to spin around his tripped father keeping a firm hold on him with his powers. Goku spun like a top, to his eyes Gohan was everywhere at once as the teen turned around him making him spin faster and faster with every rotation. Goku’s hands went up to hold his head, dizziness hit and hit hard, he was completely disoriented as Gohan stopped his spin leaving Goku to levitate wobbly in the air wondering which way was up and which was down. He was easy pickings for Gohan who swooped down like a hawk and played wolf tactics jumping in, slashing, and jumping back.

Goku cried out as red lines of blood made their ways down his body. He curled into himself and fought both against the sickening dizzy spell and Gohan’s lightening quick strikes. At his rate Gohan will win for sure he thought. I’m going to lose… I’m going to lose…? I’m going to LOSE?! "I can’t lose!" shouted Goku uncurling and catching his son by the throat as Gohan moved in for another strike.

A spatter of blood erupted from Gohan’s nose as Goku slammed his fist into it. Hits struck him everywhere as Goku slaughtered his defenses and landed blow after blow. Gohan nearly blacked out under the rain of pain, the worlds swam by on seas of black and Gohan almost didn’t realize he was falling till tree branches were scrapping his shoulders and back. With a gasp he grasped hold of consciousness and a thick three-branch. The leaves and twigs along the branch rubbed and slashed his palms as his momentum continued to carry him down, making the branch bend and him slide down its length. His feet came within a yard of the forest floor before the branch snapped up like a rubber band flinging him back into the air.

"Tou-san!" he roared fist slamming into the side of his shocked father’s face. Goku drew back and slowly turned his head towards his son, shock still written on his face, a line of crimson flowed down the corner of his mouth.

"I can’t lose you say?" growled Gohan. "Can’t lose!" he screamed power gathered in his hands, casting golden light across his body. "You can lose Tou-san! You can and you will!" he shouted hurling the gathered energy at the saiyan.

Goku struck the blast away and the next, and the next, and so on as Gohan kept up the volley. An angry snarl was on the demi-saiyan’s face and Goku knew he was in trouble: Gohan was angry and when Gohan was angry he was near impossible to defeat. The volley ended and then Gohan was in his face, the heel of one palm nailed Goku under the chin, a fist landed on his gut, a leg struck his ribs, and a foot landed square on his cheek sending him flying back. The taste of blood once more filled Goku’s mouth and he barely managed to catch Gohan’s next kick as he continued to sail over the clouds. His eyebrows pulled down and he matched Gohan’s deadly look with one of his own. Now he was angry.

Nails raked across flesh, cloth tore and turned into tattered ragged on the two’s forms, blows landed with enough force to sound like the crack of thunder, screams rang continuously like one long howl. When the two finally calmed some-what they were both bloody messes, looking like two savages panting and snarling at each other.

Gohan spat blood out of his mouth and the corner of his lip turned up ever so slightly. He closed his eyes in concentration and growled, ki glowing around his form. There was a liquid like sound then Gohan split into three.

Goku’s eyes widened and he took a step back in mid air.

All three Gohan’s smiled. "You didn’t think I knew this technique did you Tou-san? Well Piccolo-san taught me a few more tricks while you were gone!" they shouted and charged at the saiyan.

Soon Goku was spinning in a mass of kicking and punching limbs, there was no opportunities for him to strike back all his efforts were going to keeping the other three at bay. The tri-form technique was Tein’s greatest move, but it did have its throwbacks. Each copy only held a third of the original’s strength. If he could get past one then… Bingo!

One of Goku’s fists nailed one Gohan right in the face that Gohan drew back and then it was over in four moves.

Goku grabbed hold of a second Gohan, spun once and released him at the dazed one. They crashed back into one body and were sent flying towards the ground. Gohan managed to halt himself before he could hit ground, but he was met they the third Gohan who had a powerful ki blast pushing him down. The last Gohan fused, his back slammed into the ground, and the ki blast exploded.

Goku slowly levitated down and landed a few yards away from the crater, clouds of dust billowing out of it. Moments later Gohan stepped of the dust cover, looking dirty and bruised, but not majority hurt.

The demi-saiyan slid back into a fighting stance and tensed to charge.

"Hold it!" shouted Juunanagou causing both Gohan and Goku to snap their heads over to look at him.

"What? Don’t interfere Juunanagou!" shouted Gohan.

"Gohan," said a soft voice before a hand landed on his shoulder from behind making Gohan’s back stiffen. He turned his head and looked at his sensei. "You touched ground first Gohan… it’s over," said the namek softly, almost apologetically.

Gohan’s eyes widened and his head snapped down to looked at his grounded feet. His mouth dropped open. "No…I-I’ve, no…. NOOOO!!!!" he screamed tossing back his head.

"Gohan," called Goku taking a step forward, but stopping and wincing, reaching up a hand to hold one of the numerous injuries covering his body.

Gohan sank to the ground, hands fisting into his own raven-black hair as he shook his head from side to side in denial.

Goten sniffed, his throat tightening as he watched crystal clear tears start to slid down his brother’s dirty cheeks. He made a small hiccup and then failed totally to hide his sympathy and pain for his brother. He turned to Juunanagou and buried his face against the side of the android’s neck, wrapping his arms around the more slender figure in a desperate hug, craving comfort as his brother’s sobs reached his ears. Juunanagou wordlessly wrapped an arm around Goten’s waist and rubbed his back, though his icy blue eyes remained on the sobbing figure before them.

Gohan tried desperately to stop the tears, but once started he couldn’t. He wiped at his face, smearing more dirt across his pale cheeks. He glanced up past his father, brother, and Juunanagou to look at Vegeta. The saiyan prince looked back with sad eyes that seemed to say they were sorry. Gohan’s hands wondered up to cover his nose and mouth, trying to muffle his hiccups and sobs. Gomen Vegeta-san, I wasn’t strong enough…

"Gohan!" shouted Piccolo as the demi-saiyan stood up and ran several steps before blasting off into the sky. The namek didn’t waste words on them just took off after him.
Goku sat down hard on his rear and looked in the direction the two had flown off. "Gohan…" he said softly, sadness in his black eyes. Once again a shadow fell over his shoulder and he didn’t need to look to know it was Vegeta. "Are you going to mock me again Vegeta?" he asked feeling miserable.

"You all knew it would come down to this, that only one of you could win," said Vegeta, his voice held some regret in it. "He’ll be alright."

Goku snapped his head back to look at Vegeta who still looked off in the direction Gohan had gone. "Vegeta?"

"He’ll be alright, Kakarot, the namek is with him. Your son is strong… like you, he’ll live."

"Vegeta." For some reason that made him feel much better. The saiyan no ouji’s gaze never wavered, there was no doubt in it.

"I’ll give you an hour to try and patch your hid back together, Kakarot," said Vegeta never taking his eyes off the direction Gohan had gone. "Then we will fight," the total lack of emotion in Vegeta’s voice when he said that made an icy chill run down Goku’s spine. He watched as Vegeta gave him his back. "You two," he said addressing Juunanagou and Goten. "You can leave now."

"But," said Goten rubbing at his eye, "what if Piccolo and Gohan come back?"

"They won’t," said Vegeta before walking off without another word.

"Tou-san?" called Goten questionable.

"Go ahead Goten, don’t worry about us," he stood up and gave his youngest a warm smile. "Vegeta’s right, Gohan will be fine, I know he will be. You should go, me and Vegeta don’t need your help any more we can handle the rest ourselves."

"Alright if you say so," said Goten. "You’ll call me and tell me how it ends and if you hear anything about Gohan?"

Goku smiled more warmly and nodded his head. "I will."

"Okay, good bye dad. Let’s go Juunanagou."

The android nodded and levitated slowly up into the air, Goten followed suit and soon the two were nothing but specks in the sky.

Goku slowly pulled himself up to his feet. "Vegeta, you really are clever," he said wincing as sore muscles ached. "When did you learn to read us so well?" he asked the sky which was slowly beginning to change in preparation for night. "Piccolo… take care of him."

* * * * * * * * * * *

Gohan didn’t care where he was, where he was going. He just wanted to find some place he could curl up in a ball and cry. Cry till there weren’t any more tears to cry, till they ran dry. Then I’ll never cry again, he promised himself.

He didn’t know where he was now nor did he care, he levitated towards the ground knowing that it was someplace disserted, someplace he could express his pain alone.

He landed and staggered weakly over to a large bolder to kneel and brace his arms on it. He was exhausted, his body throbbed all over with a dull ache, he was cold as the rags he now wore did little against the coming night, and he hurt a deep kind of hurt that had nothing to do with physical pain.

Alone… I’ll always be alone he thought curling his arms around his head and leaning against the bolder, feeling the sting of new tears in his eyes. Videl… Vegeta… "Piccolo-san…."

Warm arms wrapped his form pulling him back against a tall frame, soft white cloth draped over his skin as he found himself in his sensei’s embrace.

"Gohan," called that familiar deep voice as a green hand brushed through his hair.

"Pi…colo…san," said Gohan his voice breaking as he buried his face against the namek’s chest and cried, cried hard, cried long. The namek continued to pet his hair comforting without saying a word. Long minutes past, minutes of silence broken only by soft weeping.

"Piccolo-san."

"Yes, Gohan?"

"Do you think… I can stay… with you for a little while… like I did when Videl died?" he asked softly. "I don’t want to bother you, but… I don’t want to be alone…" his voice held a desperate tone to it. "I don’t want to be alone any more, I don’t want to be alone!" he cried into the namek’s chest.

"Gohan," called Piccolo using one large hand to tilt the demi-saiyan’s face back. "You’re not alone," he said reaching up to wipe one salty trail off his cheek. "I’ve always been there for you and I always will be, you’ll never be alone," he promised leaning down to press their lips together in a chaste kiss that spoke of feelings long hidden and not completely understood, but there none-the-less.

Gohan twitched back at first then stilled and let the tender contact continue. It didn’t hurt so much anymore, that deep hollow feeling in his chest. Slowly, ever so slowly, his hands slid up Piccolo’s shoulders to hook behind his neck and gently, oh so gently, he kissed back.

When they parted it did not seem cold any more, nor did his body ache as it had, everything seemed to suddenly feel a whole lot better. He watched as Piccolo favored him with a soft caring smile that made him feel warmer and better still. He smiled back and lay his head against the namek’s broad chest. New tears came to his eyes, but this time they weren’t sad. Gohan closed his eyes and smiled into his sensei chest.

Piccolo gave a small-amused smile when Gohan’s breathing turned deep and even, signaling the demi-saiyan had cried himself to sleep, though judging by the smile on Gohan’s lips that wasn’t a bad thing. He shifted wrapping both his arms around the smaller figure and leaned his head back against the bolder Gohan had chosen. His eyes slid close and it wasn’t long before he joined Gohan in the arms of sleep.

* * * * * * * * * * *

The sky had turned a rusty red, threaded through with tints of pink and yellow a sunset, night was coming. Two men stood opposite each other on a square of stone blocks, eyeing one other, looking for weakness. At first glance you might have missed their non-human features, but not at a second glance. Both had wild hair, sticking out and standing up in spiky riots on their heads, defying the laws of gravity that stated what goes up must come down. If this didn’t convince you there was something very not human about them, the lashing lengths of reddish and light brown fur surely would have made you suspicious. And if that still didn’t tip you off that here was something very wrong with his picture then one look in either of their black eyes would have convinced you: animal eyes shiny with all the intensity of a wolf eyeing a rabbit, hungry animal eyes.

Goku’s eyes devoured the creature before him a pleasant ripple ran through him remembering their coupling. Only one more fight, Vegeta, one more and you let me in, and once I’m in your head you’re never going to be able to get me out. Another ripple ran through him, but his one didn’t have anything to do with pleasure, it was the dull ache of a battered body. He’d taken quite a beating and now he was looking at another, Vegeta wasn’t going to be an easy catch, far from it. The prince had taken extra steps to insure the battle was in his favor. Gohan, Goten, Vegeta had known he would win over them and tipped the match in his own favor by having Goku tier himself out with fighting them both. Goku bit his lip lightly, why Vegeta? Why do you resist me so hard? Do I need to prove myself worthy or do… you really not want me?

Rejection… the word rang though his head once more, leaving behind a numb feeling, a sense of emptiness. As he stood there feelings lost and uncertain he almost didn’t sense the saiyan moving till the prince’s finger tips brushed the tip of his nose a narrow miss, Goku had barely saved himself by yanking his head back.

You really are a Baka! He mentally shouted to himself dodged several more lighting fast strikes from the saiyan no ouji. Don’t let your guard down! Don’t give him any more of an advantage then he already holds!

Vegeta leaned in, arm and fingers straight intending to cut Goku’s throat as surely as a knife would. Goku snapped up a hand and caught the saiyan’s wrist. Vegeta’s other hand snapped out, a tight layer of ki around it, same as the other, to slice anything it came in contact with. Goku jerked his head to the side as the tight hand buzzed by his cheek cutting a thin line in its passing. The momentum of Vegeta’s moved carried him foreword to crash bodily against Goku who used his free arm to snag him around the waist trying to push him backward to the ground in the hopes of pinning him, but Vegeta fought back.

The two strained against each other, still pressed front to front, Vegeta’s cheek pressed to Goku’s collarbone and Goku’s head resting on Vegeta’s shoulder. They shifted and fought for footing and leverage against each other, Vegeta used his one good hand to claw down Goku’s back in the hope of distracting him with pain, but the taller saiyan ignored the pain to focus more on trying to kick Vegeta’s legs out from under him. Vegeta hissed at one good whack to his ankle and retaliated by fisting his free hand in Goku’s hair and pull for all he was worth. It was Goku’s turn to hiss as his head was snapped back, several strains of this thick black hair were pulled out. The pulling also made his back arch and because he had such a good hold on Vegeta the prince was dragged up on his toes, almost completely off the floor, fitting them snug now from chests to groins.

Vegeta let out a snarl and began struggling and hitting with his free hand. Goku dodged as best he could grappling along Vegeta’s back till he found the saiyan’s tail. Soon grunts filled the air, both not getting anywhere in their attacks as far as defeating the other went. They looked quite silly actually as they yanked and pulled on each other, too close and evenly matched to do much more then sway back and forth. Small ouches and hisses of pain soon joined the grunts as they both started using dirty tricks trying to knock each other down, going so far as to using pitching and poking in their attempts. Their swaying and groping was also causing some embarrassing results between them that caused both of them to blush red. Both their breaths turned ragged and heavy as they fought for control over themselves and each other.

"Damn it… Kakarot!" hissed Vegeta as he was once again rocked up on his toes. "You’re rubbing against me on purpose aren’t you, you Hentai!" he growl squirming wildly and kicking his feet to get his footing more secure under him.

"I am not," panted Goku yanking hard to the right and then hard to the left try to swing the smaller man off his feet. "You’re the one rubbing against me!"

"I’m not rubbing against you! I’m trying to keep you from rubbing against me!" snarled Vegeta, hissing and opening his mouth to sink his teeth deep into the fleshy area right between the neck and shoulder. Of course, Vegeta didn’t know the affects biting had on Goku.

"Ah! Don’t do that Vegeta! You’re making it worst!" said Goku as waves of heat washed over his loins created by the, to him, very kinky move.

Vegeta spat out some warm blood and hissed. "You horny bastard! Get your hand off my ass!"

"It’s not on your ass!"

"Yes it is!"

"No, it’s on your tail!"

"Which is right above my ass!" shouted Vegeta hissing and pushing against Goku’s shoulder with his one free arm. "Damn it this isn’t a fight! You’re just using this opportunity to molest me!"

"I’m not that dishonest!" protested Goku.

"You’re not that innocent either!" roared Vegeta.

"Look this is obviously not working so why don’t we call truce and both let go?" suggested Goku.

"I don’t trust you to let go," growled Vegeta. "You’re probably trying to trick me!"

"I am not!" shouted Goku. More squirming and rubbing passed as the two ‘fought’; their breaths turned to labored pants and low moans.

"Okay… Let’s let go at the same time," said Vegeta voice several tones deeper causing a shiver to run down Goku’s spine.

"I’m… not sure… I want to let go… now…" panted Goku breathlessly, a low moan left him at how painfully aroused he currently was, not that Vegeta was any better judging by what he could feel pressed to his thigh.

"Let go. Let go! LET GO!" raged Vegeta thrashing from side to side and leaning back.

Goku lost his balance with the move and both went tumbling, Goku landing hard on top of Vegeta.

"You did that on purpose," wheezed Vegeta, the air had been knocked out of his lungs.

"I did not, I tripped!" protested Goku. "But, maybe I can use it to my advantage," grunted the taller saiyan as he moved his hands to try and catch Vegeta’s wrists.

Vegeta hissed and snapped his hands down then wrapped them around Goku’s waist out of the younger saiyan’s reach.

"Hey! Now you’re the one grabbing my butt!" shouted Goku.

"I am not!"

"Are to!"

"Uh! Stop dry humping me you sicko!"

"I am not and that still doesn’t change the fact that you’re grabbing my butt!"

"Why would I want to touch your dirty butt?! Stop bucking your hips between my legs you pervert!"

"Ah! You’re ripping my pants!"

"That’s because you’re moving your hips so much you sex fiend!" shouted Vegeta.

"Stop it, you’re shredding them!"

"Stop grinding your hips between my legs then!"

"Fine, if you can rip my clothes then-!" Goku stop his unsuccessful attempt to grab Vegeta’s wrists and instead fisted them in Vegeta’s shirt.

"Wait a minute, Kaka-"

Too late. "Rrriiiipppp!"

"Ahh! You-you-you-!" shouted Vegeta both in anger and embarrassment. His eyes narrowed dangerously causing Goku to gulp.

"Wait Vegeta, I didn’t mean-"

Also too late. "Rrrriiipppp!"

"Eek!" squeaked Goku as he felt a cold draft run along his now bare bottom and thighs. "How am I going to get home naked!" he screamed.

"Serves you right, you-" Vegeta froze and paled considerable under the hard look Goku was now giving him.

"Any eye for an eye-" Goku’s hands skimming down to Vegeta’s pants.

"No, no, no, no, no!!!" shouted Vegeta thrashing, kicking, and hitting wildly. He seceded in half squirming out from under Goku causing the taller saiyan’s head to line up with his navel and giving him a good view of the other man gripping his pants and pulling on them.

"Rrrriiiiipppp!"

"Shit!" cried Vegeta as the black material ripped to ribbons all the way down his legs.

"And a pair of pants for a part of pants," finished Goku tossing the two fistfuls of black material away.

Naked save some boots, a pair of gloves, and some wristbands the two saiyans paused, eyes widening. Both suddenly wondered how they’d ended up like. They silently blamed the other for their current condition and looked at each other, uncertain what they should do next.

Vegeta sat half lied-back, bracing himself up with his elbows. What to do, what to do? One side said ‘jump him!’ the other said ‘punch his lights out!’ Vegeta figured one was hormones the other was his pride. The two were duking out who got their way in his head threatening to give Vegeta one major headache.

Goku watched inner conflict flash across Vegeta’s eyes. He held his breath at the implication that suggested. It appeared that Vegeta was thinking about forgetting the fight and agreeing to a ‘roll in the hay’. This could mean two things. One, Vegeta was fighting instincts that had nothing to do with what he really wanted. Two, Vegeta was battling his pride that wouldn’t let him submit to a third-class saiyan even if he really wanted to. Goku was hoping for the second choice, that there was more there just instinct driven hormones making him appealing to Vegeta, that it was only Vegeta’s stubborn pride getting in the way.

Goku licked his lips and decided on a course of action. He slid up Vegeta’s body more, causing the once distracted saiyan to snap his attention back to him, lightly he reached up his hands and braced them on Vegeta’s shoulders to lean down and kiss the smaller man softly on the lips. He felt a shuttered run through Vegeta and then he heard a small moan that didn’t sound at all like a protest. Taking that as a good sign, Goku let his weight down on the smaller figure and used his tongue to ravage the saiyan no ouji’s mouth.

Vegeta suddenly seemed to realize what he was doing or letting Goku do and reached up to push on the taller saiyan’s shoulders, forcing Goku back. "What the hell do you think you’re doing?! You haven’t won!"

"Yet," purred Goku sliding his hands from Vegeta’s shoulders to his neck to lightly caress the skin there.

"Damn it, get the hell off of me!" shouted Vegeta.

Goku smiled, there was that wonderful pride of Vegeta’s, that pride that made the prince such a challenge to him. "During the other matches you pit Gohan and Goten against me to wear me down before our fight," stated Goku. He smiled, "are you afraid of me ouji-sama?"

Vegeta bared his teeth and hissed at him. "I have no intention of being yours. I’d rather have one of your sons if I had to pick."

Goku’s eyes narrowed. "If that’s so why didn’t you pick Gohan or Goten? Why did you go out of your way to toss them at someone else?" Goku smiled a secretive smile. "I think it’s because you picked me Vegeta."

"Picked you," growled Vegeta. "A third class idiot, a mindless dolt that wonders away from home and gets lost for years at a time, a saiyan pretending to be a human!" shouted Vegeta. "I have better taste, Kakarot, don’t flatter yourself."

"You’re so stubborn Vegeta, I think you almost believe that now." He removed his hands and laced one with Vegeta’s pressing the saiyan no ouji’s hand back to the floor, he leaned forward till he was nose to nose with the smaller saiyan. "How many times did you have to say that to yourself before you started believing it was the truth and not your pride trying to mask what you feel? Would it really wound you so to be with me Vegeta?" he whispered affectionately.

"Shut your mouth!" shouted the saiyan prince, raising up his free fist and punching Goku in the face. His fist remained pressed to the side of Goku’s face as he continued, "I’m the saiyan no ouji, you dog! What gives you the right to even think of us in that way?!"

Goku’s eyes turned back to look at Vegeta and slowly a knowing smile spread on the taller saiyan’s face. He reached up his other hand and grabbed Vegeta’s, taking his eyes off the smaller saiyan for a moment he leaned in and kissed the prince on the palm before inter lacing his fingers with Vegeta’s to press that one down too.

Vegeta cursed and thrashed under him. "I hate you!" screamed the prince tossing back his head as Goku slid up and down the length of him, causing them both to rub sensually together, touching erotic areas to erotic areas.

"Liar," breathed Goku in a teasing voice, leaning down to brush his nose across Vegeta’s hair, breathing in deeply. "Did you forget? You already told me you didn’t hate me anymore," Goku breathed huskily in Vegeta’s ear obviously very aroused by their current position.

"Damn you," breathed Vegeta back, sounding just as aroused as the taller saiyan. "Damn you," he whispered softly as if it were praise and not a curse, arching slightly as Goku moved his mouth down to suck softly on the graceful curve of his throat. Vegeta’s hands tightened on Goku’s as if they wanted to make sure the other saiyan didn’t try and get away or as if they wanted to toss the other man off him. Knowing Vegeta it was probably both and would probably always be like that. Goku smiled against the other saiyan, anytime, anyplace, Vegeta. I will always expect a challenge from you. His jaws opened and he set his teeth to bite down on the saiyan’s throat, careful not to tear anything important. Vegeta gasped and arched against him again, the sweet taste of blood filled the taller saiyan’s mouth. Purring Goku closed his eyes and enjoyed the rich flavor. His hips began an insistent grind between the other man’s legs, drawing deep intakes of air from Vegeta. The saiyan prince pulled at his hands obviously wanting to free them, but Goku only tightened his hold and slid down the other man’s chest more nipping at Vegeta’s collarbone as he did.

"Let go… Kakarot," breathed Vegeta in a deep sexy tone.

"No," purred Goku slowly letting his tongue run over the bumps of Vegeta’s ribcage. He paused and leaned back up to bit softly at the other saiyan’s breast. "You said I hadn’t won… your right Vegeta… aren’t you going to fight me?" he purred voice sounding overly amused.

Vegeta hissed under his breath whither from frustration or anger Goku couldn’t be sure. The prince did pull hard at his hands trying to unlace their fingers but finding it impossible to do since Goku had such a good hold. He cursed softly and twisted under Goku as the taller saiyan slowly made his way down.

Goku reached Vegeta’s navel and stopped panting lightly against the other saiyan’s darker skin. "I suppose… there is no count since we never agreed on one," hot air tickled Vegeta’s skin with his every word. "So…" he said sticking out with his tongue running is slowly from Vegeta’s navel to his side, "I guess I have to keep you pinned till you admit."

"I’ll never admit defeat to you!" growled Vegeta sitting up slightly and thrusting his knee up into Goku’s side only it wasn’t with as much force as he’d have liked since the heavy saiyan had been lying on it at the time.

Goku grunted slightly with the move and shifted so that he lay snug between the smaller saiyan’s thighs and not on top of them. "Oh… I never said I wanted you to admit defeat to me Vegeta," said Goku against him moving farther down to bit at the saiyan’s hip. He was getting far too close for Vegeta’s comfort.

"Damn it! Then what do you want?!" growled Vegeta shifting under him testing for breaks in Goku’s hold.

"I want…" breathed Goku softly nudging one of Vegeta’s thighs wider with the side of his face, "you. I want you to admit there is an us… admit that you want this too, that you want me." He ended his sentence by nipping at the red bit marks still visible on Vegeta’s thigh from last night.

"And if I refuse?" growled Vegeta twisting his wrists to try and break Goku’s hold while glaring at the other saiyan.

Goku smirked, a smug smirk not all that different from Vegeta’s own. "Then I’ll have to pound it out of you, now won’t I." The dark light in his eyes danced at what he was implying.

Vegeta bared his teeth and growled. He swung a leg up intending to smack the other man in the head.

Goku caught Vegeta’s thigh between his shoulder and neck, pinning it there as one would hold a phone while their hands were busy. The little smirk never left Goku’s face as he moved up more, forcing Vegeta flat on his back. The taller saiyan’s tail snaked out to snag Vegeta’s other thigh and dragged the smaller man more against him, keeping Vegeta bent up with his thigh over Goku’s shoulder.

Vegeta hissed as the vulnerable wide-open position he was now in, once again pulling at their interlaced hands. "Horny bastard," cursed Vegeta under his breath as Goku’s tail released his thigh to curl around Vegeta’s waist and forced the saiyan prince to arch his back.

"The fighting doesn’t stop till you admit Vegeta," purred Goku moving his head south again. "Just say it and I’ll happily stop in favor of a much funnier activity."
"You call this fighting?!" snarled Vegeta.

"Hai, how long can you stand this kind of an attack, ouji-sama?" grinned Goku right before sticking out his tongue to lap lightly as the other man’s erect length.
Vegeta made a small gasp for air and titled back his head. "You fight… dirty, Kakarot," he growled through clenched teeth.

Goku didn’t answer only laughed softly as he moved down more, his spiky locks of hair brushing along Vegeta’s inner thighs as his tongue went to work.

It wasn’t long before Vegeta was chewing his lower lip lightly, trying to keep quiet. Goku could feel the smaller man’s thighs trembling slightly as he moved, he couldn’t tell now if Vegeta’s thrashing were due to his administration or if the saiyan no ouji was still trying to get loose. He peered up through dark lashes, never stopping in his work, to look at Vegeta’s face.

The smaller saiyan’s chest was heaving roughly and a small line of blood ran down the corner of his mouth where his canines had slices into his lip. Vegeta’s dark eyes were half-lidded and glazed as he stared blankly up. The ouji’s eyes closed all the way and he groaned low in his throat, titling his head to the side. Sweat glistened off the darker saiyan’s skin in a thin layer of perspiration.

How much more can you take before you break, Vegeta? He wondered to himself before moving to engulf the saiyan’s length in his mouth.

Vegeta arched even more, mouth opening in a breathless cry. His fingers shot out from where they’d been grasping Goku’s, all taunt with the warm wetness he felt around him. His thighs tightened their hold: the calf over Goku’s back crossed more over his broad shoulder blades and the one pressed to Goku’s side pressed harder into his ribs.

Goku swiftly reversed his hold on Vegeta’s hands lacing his fingers over the back of the ouji’s open hands and gripping tight. He worked slowly, long wet strokes and tight suction. Slowly he began dragging their interlace hand down, running their hands up and down Vegeta’s stomach and sides, making the prince’s fingers slide over his own muscles, feeling the slight curves himself as they went.

He glanced up once more to see what the affects were and took in the breathless dazed look on Vegeta’s face. It won’t do if I tease you senseless thought Goku to himself. He wanted Vegeta’s surrender and he wanted it now.

Vegeta cried out as a sharp pain strung his thigh once more. He shakily raised his head some and watched as Goku bled him once again. Biting appeared to be a real turn on for the tall bastard. His whole body was shaking now in aching want. His mouth dropped open he was too close. Too close for Goku to stop where he had, he tugged once more at his hands and thrashed weakly with his legs. Goku only tightened his hold on his hands and growled around Vegeta’s thigh when the prince tried to shake him off. Vegeta let out a sound that was suspiciously close to a whimper, he then went slack and shut his eyes again. "Kakarot."

The pressing jaws let up and Vegeta didn’t need to look to know Goku was now standing over him looking down.

"Vegeta?"

"No more," said Vegeta softly, reluctantly, almost shamefully. He turned his head to the side as if he didn’t want to look at the other man even thought his eyes were still closed.

Vegeta’s eyes opened half way when he felt Goku let go with his hands, and opened all the way to glance out of the corner of his eye at the taller saiyan who was now cupping the side of his face.

"What do you want Vegeta?"

Vegeta paused then looked away. "You to finish it."

Goku frowned, that was not the answer he wanted to hear but it was a good enough start. He settled back between Vegeta’s thighs, pushing them wide apart to allow him more room and did as Vegeta requested.

Vegeta huffed loudly and his now free hands moved down to tangle in Goku’s black locks as the taller saiyan moved to deep throat him. He couldn’t hold back his groans and cries of pleasure and voiced them rather loudly. He could feel his partner was purring between his thighs thoroughly enjoying himself. His tail snaked down to wrap loosely around Goku’s throat petting softly and urging the other man on. Vegeta let out a startled gasp and blinked his eyes rapidly as something suddenly forced passage into him. He blushed and tossed back his head as Goku found his pleasure zone and stroked it with surprisingly skilled fingers, when had he learned to do that so well he wondered ideally while panting lightly for breath.

Suddenly Goku reached up and pulled Vegeta’s hands out of his hair, then he stopped his play all together much to Vegeta’s protests. The taller saiyan pulled back more and Vegeta could see a small white trail of precum running down the corner of his mouth. He swallowed as Goku took his hand and slid it down his stomach so he could feel how aroused the taller saiyan was. Goku wordlessly slid up Vegeta’s body till he was nose to nose with the other saiyan. His hand closed more around Vegeta’s making the slighter saiyan grip and hold his arousal more tightly. "What do you want, Vegeta?" breathed Goku softly, hot air tickling the prince’s cheek. Goku’s hips rocked foreword making his arousal brush along Vegeta’s thigh.

Vegeta let out a lustful sigh and looked at the other man through half-lidded eyes. He let go to lace his fingers together behind Goku’s head and rested his forehead against the other saiyan’s. "You."

Goku smiled brightly and leaned in, sticking out his tongue to trace it over the line of blood up to the corner of Vegeta’s mouth. Vegeta gave a little snort and did like-wise running over the white trail on Goku’s chin and mouth with his own tongue, tasting his flavor mixed with the salty taste of Goku’s skin. Their tongues meet to battle the two opened their mouths to deepen combat. Either seemed able to defeat the other as they groan into each other’s mouths.

Vegeta gave a startled groan and for a moment forgot about the tongue war as Goku moved his hips foreword more and roughly pushed them between the ouji’s wide spread ones. For a brief moment Goku was able to pin Vegeta’s tongue with his own as his arousal was slowly pushed into the other man, who groaned in mixed pain pleasure, but Goku too forgot about their previous battle as he slowly sheathed himself in Vegeta's warm tight heat. He groaned louder then Vegeta as his hips stilled, holding still and savoring the wonderful fit. Too good, it feels too good he thought to himself resting his head against Vegeta’s shoulder, feeling how well they fit, not just ‘there’, but how their bodies lay against each other seeming so snug and comfortably.

Vegeta’s hands slid up Goku’s bare back. One tangled in his hair once more the other moved back down to tangle in the long length of light brown fur lashing behind Goku.

Goku lifted his head with a deep purr. "Hmm… like that," he said, words a vibrated purr of their own.

Vegeta smirked and slid his fingers up and down the section of tail he held, watching as Goku shivered. "I’d say you do," said Vegeta, voice laughing with humor as Goku kicked at the ground with one leg like a dog that had been scratched in just the right place.

As Vegeta’s slender fingers toyed with his tail, Goku’s purr increased and his hips unconsciously between a slow rock. He wasn’t aware his hips were moving till it they had a steady rhythm and Vegeta was letting out his own groan/purrs. Goku grinned down at him and added some strength and force to his thrusts, trying to remember what Vegeta had liked the other time. He hadn’t been as considerate as he should have been the first time and it was time to make up for that.

Vegeta purred and let go of Goku’s hair to move his hand down to Goku’s waist. He pulled slightly on Goku’s hips angling them, making them both groan. "Hmm… like that," said Vegeta said softly, thighs gripping Goku’s tighter.

Goku grinned hooking his hands under Vegeta’s knees and angling more. Vegeta gasped in open pleasure tossing back his head. Goku laughed softly. "I’d say you do."

Vegeta gave him a half meant slap on the rear for the remark.

Goku laughed while he bit at Vegeta’s neck, hips beginning a more insistent pace. "Punish me, ouji-sama," he called as he moved up to bite Vegeta on the ear.

Vegeta snorted. "Maybe I should."

"Hm?"

No sooner had Goku finished the little questioning sound then he found himself rolling, then Vegeta on top, looking down at him with a smug smirk. The pace was suddenly much harder and powerful.

"You always let down your defenses too easily," purred Vegeta.

Goku smiled and pulled, rolling Vegeta under him again. "What was that about defenses?" asked Goku pulling his hips back and thrusting them foreword hard enough to make Vegeta cry out.

Vegeta bared his teeth and let out a growl that sounded more like a purr than anything else and soon the two were rolling across the ring continuously, both moving against each other in a wild sway of powerful hips. They groped and grappled with each other trying to get on top and stay there. Both let out surprised cries as they rolled right off the stone ring and landed hard on the ground with Goku on the bottom.

Vegeta smirked at the taller saiyan and braced his hands on Goku’s shoulders. "Gotacha," he purred leaning down to nip at his nose.

Goku smiled and slowly ran his hands up the other man’s sides to his back. "No you don’t!" he shouted before rolling to the side again.

Vegeta huffed in shock as his back slammed into the stone blocks of the ring. He blinked his eyes as he was suddenly pinned tightly between the hard stone and equally unmovable saiyan who was now thrusting for all he was worth between his legs. Vegeta tested to see if there was any way of rolling Goku over and regaining some control, but all he got of his efforts was a low growl of warning and harder thrusts from the taller saiyan. Seeing that the situation was hopeless Vegeta laid back and enjoyed himself. He cried out loudly as Goku grabbed his top leg, forced it up high, and began to ride him as if there were no tomorrow. The other saiyan’s hand gripped the side of Vegeta’s neck, Goku’s face pressed into the other side as he strained for completion, his hips keeping Vegeta just as pinned as the rest of him did if not more so. His tail coiled around Vegeta’s raised thigh while the smaller saiyan’s reddish length coiled around his partner’s waist. Vegeta’s hands went down to lay across the curves of Goku’s rear, small sounds of pleasure reached Goku’s ear as the friction between them also drove Vegeta close.

Goku let out several short grunts then thrust his hips foreword hard, driving as deep as he could and holding Vegeta in places as climax swam over him. One more long low moan left him as pleasure thread through his body bring with it exhaustion and a sense of complete satisfaction.

Vegeta let out a cry as his hips were thrust down across Goku’s lap and held there. The move gave one final long rub along Goku’s wash board stomach that sent climax crashing down on him just as surely Goku’s own. His mouth opened, but no sound came out as he went as taunt as a rub band stretched to its limit. A small weak sound finally left him with his release, his whole body suddenly went boneless against Goku’s. Tired now that the act was over he allowed himself to rest his chin on Goku’s shoulder, eyes closing halfway as pleasant waves continued to roll over him, bring light pleasure after the intense rush.

Goku let out a pleased sigh and rolled over pulling Vegeta with him till the smaller man lay across his front instead of pinned to the hard uncomfortable stone. He lazily wrapped his arms around Vegeta’s waist and moved his head to once again breathe in the scent of Vegeta’s flame like locks. "Vegeta."

"Hmm?" groaned Vegeta trailing his fingertips over Goku’s biceps in a lazy fashion.

"The next time I see something shiny on the other side of the galaxy… will you come with me to look at it?"

Vegeta stopped his tracing of the other man’s arm muscles and rolled so they were stomach to stomach. He folded his hands on top of Goku’s chest and rested his chin on them, studying his face.

"Vegeta?" called Goku feeling nervous since Vegeta hadn’t answer him right away.

"Hn," smiled Vegeta lifting a hand and cupping the back of Goku’s head. "Maybe I will, baka," he purred moving up to kiss him on the lips. "Maybe I will," he repeated softly as the other man smiled and wrapped his arms more tightly around Vegeta’s waist to lean up and kiss him back.

The End.