SIN

Well, well, well....it's been a while, has it not? Life sure can get in the way. I wrote this so VERY long ago...have I matured? Possibly, has my writing improved? Doubtful. 

I think most everyone found their way to ao3 by now, some wattpad...

I must say though, I had forgotten ENTIRELY  about this fic, until, I found some of my old journals. The one's I used to write all my fanfics in. My kids are grown now. My youngest will be an adult soon. My, where the time goes.

Anywhoooo.....I have been thinking about getting back into writing. But as a 42yr old Marketing Manager, do I have the time...or really just the strength of will to put out some fics, or update old ones? I dunno. Honestly, I do miss writing. I miss creating, sometimes I miss the depravity of writing a fic like this....

Well....on with the fic I guess....

Chapter 7

Vegeta PoV

"Kakarot when I get my god damn hands on you!" I say into the wind seething...it's in the middle of the night and here I am flying out to the middle of god damned nowhere. He made me hurt my Bulma. Made me lose control inside her...I mader her cry. 

I need to put my anger somewhere, and no place other than someone who  can take the beating...is what i rationalize to myself.

I can feel him there, waiting for me...using my rage as an excuse to draw me out. I know it's what he wants. What i want.

My pride won't allow me to admit this out loud. To confess that all I want is to pound into him, but not with my fists...but it's my fists that will have to suffice.

I will not betray Bulma. The one person who saw the ugly in me and decided i was worth keeping around, who made me a father...

No this meeting is to end this, whatever this is. 

I see him in the distance. Standing there, shirtless. His tattoos on full display. His power emanating from his being. 

As I approach he turns and looks over at me. It's only when I land, he turns to fully face me.

"Vegeta" he practically purrs at me, a low tone unlike his former self used to used. Lower. Deliberate. Saiyan. 

"Kakarot." I answer. "Cut the shit" I state. Wanting to get this over.

"My my. So hostile" he has the audacity to chuckle.

"Fuck off Kakarot." I say walking up to him. The air is charged with something tangible, something i don't want to name.

"Fuck, we could, Vegeta...but I sense, something else is why you've come all the way out here." He smirks. Has the fucking audacity to smirk at me.

"You know damn well that's not why I'm here Kakarot." I practically bark at him.

"Oh I know." he adds without an ounce of shame. "You've come for a fight. Let me guess, you were left unsatisfied yesterday."

My fists clench at his remark. He knows damn well I almost lost complete control....

"Enough Kakarot." I seeth "Enough of these games. Enough of whatever it is you're playing at."

He smiles at me. Not that stupid, silly grin the old 'Goku' had, but something darker....

"Now Vegeta, why the fuck would I do that?" He stalks forward, standing over me. His question, rhetorical. 

"I am warning you Kakarot, i have no patience for whatever games you have planned. I will not betray my wife. My family." Determination set across my features.

"So loyal." He mocks. The fucking audacity to mock me....

I start powering up. 

"We're ending this Kakarot. Right now." The tension coiling underneath my skin. 

"Yes, one way or another, Vegeta, tonight, we're ending this." His smile, not gentle but, almost fond.

"Dare to mock me Kakarot?"

He laughs. The fucker laughs.

"No Vegeta. But tonight, you either give in, or one of us dies. That's what you want, right? An ending." It's a statement. A fact. He's ready to end this even if it means dying. Something the old Kakarot was set on. Either you fought and won, or died. 

"You'd really die for this?" I ask him.

"Possibly, if you have what it takes to kill me..." He sounds almost sad.

I look at him. Really look at him for the first time in a long time. He's still youthful, Saiyan blood keeping him younger than he is. But there's something else there...a weariness? 

"You already know, Kakarot, what I would do to protect my family." I brace myself in front of him, taking a stance to show that I'm serious about this. "You were the same way once."

He smiles at that.

"I was, wasn't I, My Prince." And there it is, the sadness that was just below the surface. "But, maybe it's the Saiyan blood, or maybe I've just repressed so much of myself that it's now manifested into delving into depravity." He suddenly takes his stance.

"Either way, you said it ends tonight." And then he's launching himself at me. His speed, his power, holding back making sure I could take his first strike. The hit is powerful. But nothing compared to how we used to spar. It's full of intention though, every hit, every kick, full of deeper meaning.

It's gradual, the build up. We're both slowly putting more power behind every move. The ground begins, shaking, cracking, scarring with the force of the blows. 

There's something primal now, something Saiyan. And as I land a sickening punch against his jaw, Kakarot smiles, all blood and teeth. This is what he wanted, truthfully what I wanted....

He powers up again, going straight to Super. I match him, we haven't left the ground yet, our match has become more grappling as the tension builds...

I can practically smell it on him...the sexual want. His chest glimmers with sweat, and those tattoos that mark his perfect body...I can feel myself wanting to give in. 

"You feel it don't you My Prince..." He whispers huskily. "The desire. The primal want to release, to let go...to give into something more. Something distinctly Saiyan."

He's right. I hate that he's right. I want to. I want to pound him into the ground leaving craters with each force of my thrusts. To break him beneath me. 

It scares me. 

I thought i had let go of that part of myself long ago. Thought it was gone the day I gave up on that last part of me that thirsted for blood.

"I want that too." He says "His eyes holding mine. "I'm tired Vegeta. Tired of holding back. Of repressing my wants. My desires. I want to give in to depravity."

We're still going blow for blow, but his touches linger, become more sensual. It's foreplay, I realize. We're both wanting. The arousal is palpable.

And in that moment of distraction, he's behind me, got me in a head lock, and i can feel it. He doesn't grind against me. He just presses into me, breathing heavy into my ear. 

"Look what you do to me, My Prince. What you've been doing to me." Was his lingering comment. My own arousal stirring. Threatening to spring forth. 

"Kakarot." I warn.

"Prince Vegeta." He answers...my control almost snaps as he addresses me by my formal title, long forgotten. The bulge now in my pants, rock hard as I struggle to maintain my breathing. "I've fucked quite a few men My Prince, but no man has ever fucked me...that privilege is for you alone."

And it there it is, the sound of my last shred of will snapping.

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I think I'll end things here. You know leave them wanting more and all that.

It's been so long. So tell me readers do you think Our Prince will give in? Do you WANT him too?

Later you bastards

Jnell