It started on a Sunday with strange emotions arising. It ended with life changing events that neither Goku or Vegeta thought would happen.
Deathfic
01 It Started On Sunday
It was yet another one of those inane earth rituals; one where the idiots amassed in a single place and consumed large amounts of food. (Kakarot naturally, consuming more than the other twenty some people there—combined.) He agreed not to kill the assembled crowd on the condition that he was not expected to participate in the eating session. The whole thing was a waste of time anyway. The planet-destroying androids were supposed to show up in less than a year and they were sitting around on their fat asses eating. It disgusted him to a certain degree. The blatant waste of their time. The weakness of his own will that the simple woman had managed to coax a promise from him and as a Prince he was honor bound to keep his word. It had been foolish of him.
"Vegeta! You could at least try to have fun. I know its against your beliefs, but fun can be...fun."
Bulma had the bright-eyed look she got when she was determined to get her way. He'd seen the look before, become almost fond of it. She was a very pushy woman when she was convinced of her own infallibility. Almost like a saiyan woman—without the war screeching and attempted disembowelment. He said nothing.
"Alright—fine! If you don't want to have fun than you don't have to, but I'm going to." With that she thrust the infant child she had cradled against her chest at him. His son gave him a sort of dispassionate look then reached both his pudgy arms out for his mother and began to sob with enthusiasm. Bulma ignored him and waited for Vegeta to take the boy. He frowned. Held out his hand and took the baby when she dropped it into his grip. The woman stayed only long enough to make sure he wasn't going to drop the kid to the ground, then decided that her only child was safe in his hand and ran away back to the party. This was another thing that separated her from the female of the Saiyan species. A saiyan mother would not--even in her drunkest or weakest--abandoned her child.
Trunks wriggled in his father's hand and tried to turn his head to find his mother, seemed to realize that she had high-tailed it back to the food and opened his mouth to screech out his displeasure at this lack of maternal presence. Vegeta gave his son one look and the boy's tiny mouth shut.
"Hey, Vegeta!"
Upon hearing the voice of the idiot, the child screamed again. "Oh, sorry. Was he sleeping? Man, Chichi used to hate it when I woke Gohan up when he was sleeping." Kakarot stood there expectantly. Though what he was expecting was a mystery to Vegeta. He ignored both the child trying to wriggle its way out of his grasp and the idiot just standing there waiting for whatever he was waiting for.
"So... You know--maybe you should...rock him. Baby's like to be rocked."
"Saiyan's don't."
"Of course they do! And besides, he's half human. Half-human baby's love being rocked." At that, Kakarot plucked his--Vegeta's, the Prince of All Saiyan's--child out of his hand and cradled it against his chest. Rocked the baby back and forth. "See?"
Vegeta glared at him, tightened his now empty hand into a fist and put no effort into controlling the surge of sheer blind anger that surged up out of his stomach. He felt the spike of energy as every muscle in his body tightened down. Kakarot looked at him with a 'what did I do' clueless look. Then he chuckled uneasily and took a step back.
"Gee...uh--Vegeta...maybe we should--"
"IDIOT!" Vegeta roared.
Kakarot's eyebrows came down and that 'gee-shucks-I'm-the-village-idiot' expression was completely absent from his eyes. Even with the now drowsy baby against his chest, even rocking back and forth on his feet like he was, even with this ridiculous hair--Kakarot looked completely pissed off. He curled his lip up away from his teeth and sneered at him.
"I'm not the idiot that doesn't know how to hold a baby, Vegeta."
The idiot ducked when Vegeta tried to hit him. He flew past him, had the gall to laugh at him and turned around so Vegeta could see him wave and hear his mocking little: "Catch me if you can!" right before the smirking bastard sped out of eyesight. ~~~*** Goku put Trunks in the inside of a mostly hollow tree. It looked like it had been the nest of one of the forest's dragons, but since the city sprung up, the little dragons had moved on to better (less populated) areas. It was smooth and dark inside the tree, with no bugs or animals or anything. So he figured Trunks would be fine to sleep inside until he got Vegeta to calm down. If it was even possible to get Vegeta to calm down.
"Sleep tight," Goku mumbled to Trunks and covered him up with his blue shirt.
He pulled the gi back up and slipped his arms back inside the orange sleeves. The material was scratchy and annoying on his shoulders and against his chest, but he didn't want to leave Trunks without something to cover up with--especially if this fight lasted a while. It was going to be getting cooler soon, spring or not. He flew out of the forest, back to the stretch of grassland next to the pond and waited for Vegeta to find him. Started to think maybe Vegeta wasn't even following him. Ducked when Vegeta came flying out of the sky at him. Spun around and looked at the enraged little Saiyan Prince. Thought--and not for the first time--that Vegeta looked particularly ridiculous when he was pissed off. All the clenching and huffing and screaming. It wasn't a pretty picture. It half-reminded him of Frieza. Vein-popping and all. Not that he felt he was a particularly impressive sight when he was trying to power up anyway. Chichi liked to remind him that he was very (as she put it) breathtaking when he was being possessive. Bulma told him once that when he lost the clueless look and started looking serious that she would have been glad to 'jump him' had he not been married already.
But Vegeta... Vegeta was always pissed off about something. So he went from pissed off to veiny and Kakarot just didn't think that it was all that attractive a quality to have.
Goku realized, just seconds before Vegeta started screaming at him again, that he had been standing there thinking--scratching the back of his head--the whole time that Vegeta had been trying to get him to fight. He chuckled uneasily and dropped his arm back down to his side.
"So--do you really want to fight, Vegeta? Can't we just--"
His answer came in the form of a kick to the gut. Conversation was ignored for the sake of the fight. One of those pond-destroying, earth-denting, grass-burning, tree-shredding super fights. They came to a stand still when Goku grabbed Vegeta by the thigh and threw him into the ground, following him down so he was kneeling on Vegeta's knees, one hand shoving one of Vegeta's hands over his head. Vegeta's free hand was fisted up in his hair, pulling his head down, bowing his body so his face was only a little breath away from the other mans. In the midst of a fight this position seemed almost entirely natural--quiet and unmoving like they were now--it seemed...
Uncomfortable.
Strange-thought-provoking. Especially with his hand all that way up on Vegeta's thigh like it was. So close to the apex of hip and thigh, and his white-knuckled grip on his hand, and the spread of Vegeta's legs. And the fact that he had been training for almost a solid year and it had been a ridiculously long time since he had gotten laid. Or even really put thought into getting laid.
Vegeta was glaring at him, not so hatefully as he was before. Not with the bulging-vein glare, but the tireder hate glare. Ever so slightly, Vegeta's body relaxed. Just enough that it threw off Goku, made his own hand relax. He ended up on his back with black-washed vision and a very smug Prince straddling his thighs for that error in judgment.
"You will learn, Kakarot." Vegeta grabbed his hands when he lifted him up out of the dent he had just put in the ground, shoved them both up over his head--leaned over him so they were that close again. Or closer, since Vegeta was a lot shorter. They were just a ghost away from touching from groin to mouth.
"You sure are a sore loser," Goku retorted.
"I didn't lose!"
Goku smirked rather than give a verbal denial. Because he knew it would make Vegeta angry, because he knew that Vegeta did things that didn't really seem to make sense when he got angry. He thought Vegeta would let him go--maybe punch him.
Didn't expect the nonreaction he got. The tightening of Vegeta's fingers on his wrists and the thoughtful anger in Vegeta's glare. "I know what you're doing, Kakarot."
The feeling rolling out of Vegeta was strange. It was almost mind numbing with the intensity of it. Denial and hate and rage and want and need and loneliness.
Loneliness?
Goku felt his mouth hang open at that last one. Knew Vegeta knew he was sensing his emotions. Saw the flash of rage in his eyes. Felt the hand come off his wrists and the sharp impact of a fist across his face. Didn't really care, because he sat up in the next second and grabbed Vegeta with both arms. (Realized they were now hugging only as a secondary thought.)
"You're a disgrace!" Vegeta screamed at him. "Stupid earthling!"
Caught in that tide of irrationality--Goku did the very stupidest thing he had ever done in all his life. He caught Vegeta's head in his hand, curled his arm around the Prince's slim waist and kissed him. Didn't kiss him the way that he kissed Chichi--he didn't love Vegeta. He kissed him the way he felt his emotions. Raw and hungry and brutal. Matched the burning fury of Vegeta's aura with the pressure of his mouth on the Prince. Knew without knowing why that Vegeta wanted this. Or needed it. Contact with the only other Saiyan alive. Felt the frigid wall of pride rising up in Vegeta's emotions and shoved it back. Pushed Vegeta back on the ground and forced him to be part of this kiss. Felt his mouth open, felt his teeth, felt his rage, felt the tilt of his head as the Prince fought back.
Goku had bruises on his shoulders from Vegeta's fingers, knew his hair was caught between the fingers of Vegeta's gloves, knew that if he let go of Vegeta too soon the pride would come back and this chance he had to help would be gone. So he moved his hand, down from Vegeta's face, down over his chest, scratching his nails against the skin tight clothes, feeling the rips from being shoved through the earth at high velocities and down, down to his hips. Pushed his hand inside the skin-tight pants. Rubbed his whole palm over Vegeta.
The kiss ended with a curse, bruises on Goku's arms now from the death grip the Prince had on him. His shoulders felt naked, Vegeta yanked on his clothes. Both hands ripping at the gi, pulling it down, pushing it out of his way. Goku felt Vegeta's eyes on him but didn't look at him. Didn't know what it would mean if he did. Let Vegeta strip him enough so the Prince's gloved hand could curl around his own arousal. Gasped into the air when he felt the grip. Tore Vegeta's pants away from his hips, pushed them down off him to get more room to move. They rubbed together, stroking the other, panting. Vegeta grabbed him that time, pulled him by the hair until they were kissing again. Sucking in breath through each other's mouths. Light headed and heavy. He pulled his hand away from Vegeta's erection, slid it up his stomach, dragging the fabric up with his hand, rolled his palm over his chest and rocked his hips against the Prince's. Felt the drag of friction in the way they rubbed together. Vegeta pulled his head away, let it fall back into the dirt, eyes closed, flushed and sweating. Teeth bared and groaning. He parted his legs farther, dug his heels into the dirt and pushed back against each of Goku's downward thrusts.
Goku reached between them when his belly started to ache, curled his hand around both of them and felt his eyes roll into the back of his head at the added friction. The pace was frantic, almost violent. Vegeta had both his hands in Goku's hair again. Goku had his hand dug into the dirt, supporting his weight, dragging his movements. His vision was going yellow, his senses were heightened and then blanking out. Everything made no sense again as he drove himself mindlessly toward the single goal. Vegeta reached it first, scratching his fingers down Goku's neck hard enough to leave livid red marks. When he fell to the side, exhausted and confused--naturally confused--Vegeta looked at him. For a moment there was the sense of contentment, satisfaction, almost pleasure emananting from Vegeta. Then the cold stab of pride was back and Vegeta sneered at him again, pushed himself up to his feet and pulled his clothes back in order as best as he could.
Looked at Goku like he would rather have spit on him. "Idiot!" Then he was gone.
Goku rubbed his neck, felt the slight dampness of the scratches running down from his hair. Felt the unpleasant stickiness of his thighs and stomach and wished that they hadn't destroyed the pond during the course of their fight. A swim would be good right about now. He laid there until his stomach growled with hunger and he remembered the cookout, remembered Trunks sleeping alone in the forest, remembered Chichi and Gohan waiting for him--and then got up and fixed his clothes. Ran both his hands through his sweaty, dirty hair and told himself that his appearance didn't look so bad. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*** Goku: Oh, thank ye muses! *bows down to muses* Muses: *preen* Vegeta: You're all bastards and whores! Muses: *glare* Goku: ...uh, Vegeta...I don't think that was a good idea. Vegeta: *doesn't care.* Yes, you may be amazed.
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