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It was only supposed to have been a simple sparring session; something to keep them busy during the time between lunch and dinner, but as usual, Vegeta's temper had gotten the best of him and the 'friendly' match had turned into an all out brawl.

It had all been over some stupid comment Goku had made. In all honesty Vegeta couldn't even remember what the younger man had said. It had been a teasing remark, nothing more than a little ribbing meant to rile him up and give him the burst of energy he'd needed to gain his second wind.

Well, it had worked. It had worked a little too well, as a matter of fact.

It hadn't taken Goku long to realize that their sparring match had turned into an actual fight. The younger Saiyajin had seen the change in the prince's eyes, the way his body had snapped into a more aggressive stance, and felt the power and murderous intent behind the fists that impacted his body. Vegeta had stopped all verbal attacks, which he was famous for throwing out during their spars in an attempt to ruffle Goku's feathers, and instead focused all his aggression into his physical blows.

The prince, though not as physically strong as his fellow Saiyajin, was more experienced and faster. When his mind was focused on a goal, there was nothing anyone could do that could prevent the older man from achieving what he set out to do, and today he was going to bring Goku to his knees.

And that is exactly what he did.

Hours into their fight, just as the sun was setting behind the horizon, two bodies smashed violently into the ground. Dirt and debris flew into the air as the Saiyajins tumbled across the terrain. Limbs locked together as each attempted to get the upper hand on the other, and with their ki all but drained, the two seasoned warriors soon found themselves reduced to grappling on the ground.

This was when Vegeta discovered he had an advantage over his opponent. Spending a good portion of his life aboard a spaceship had made the prince an expert in the art of close combat. He knew how to manipulate someone into submission using only his body's physical strength, and he called on these long dormant skills to force Kakarotto to bend to his will.

A low growl rumbled deep in Goku's chest as he twisted under the older man in an attempt to pull himself from beneath Vegeta, but a gloved hand managed to sweep his arms out from under his body, and he instead found himself gasping for air as his chest was forcibly shoved against the rocky ground. His breath kicked up a cloud of dust that nearly made him sneeze when he drew in a lungful of air in response to the sharp pain that coursed through his shoulders when the older Saiyajin twisted his arms behind his back and pinned them at an awkward angle with a single gloved hand. Goku's struggles immediately ceased when he found that any movement on his part only made the pain worse, and he was in no hurry to have his shoulders dislocated.

So rather than fight Goku took the opportunity to rest for the first time in hours. The younger Saiyajin's eyes drooped as the exhaustion finally caught up with him, and he turned his head to the side and rested his cheek against the dusty ground. He drew in steady breaths for several moments, wincing only when the heavy body atop his own shifted. Vegeta's knee, which had previous been digging into his lower back, finally moved and instead found purchase somewhere beside him, leaving the older man straddling him instead. Clawed fingers remained enclosed around his trapped wrists, however, and the prince seemed very unwilling to relinquish any of the control he'd gained over the other Saiyajin; not that Goku expected him to. This was Vegeta, after all.

However, as the bright oranges the setting sun cast over the land slowly began to fade into deeper hues of purple and blue and Goku's arms steadily lost all feeling, the younger man's patience with Vegeta's ego began to wane. He was more than willing to let the older man enjoy his victory, but enough was enough. Besides, he was hungry.

''Vegeta... I give. Let me up.''

Goku winced again when another sharp pain lanced through his shoulder blades when the other shifted again. Well, at least he hadn't lost 'all' feeling in his arms. He might even be able to move them tomorrow... maybe. Rather than release him though, the older man's grip seemed to tighten, and Goku suddenly became very aware of the prince's close proximity when his hot breath ghosted across his cheek. Black eyes shifted to the side, and the younger Saiyajin was only just barely able to see Vegeta's face very close to his own. He furrowed his brow in confusion, and he was just about to question the other man when the feeling of the prince's tongue dragging itself across his bloodied temple made him choke on his words.

Goku instinctively moved to jerk away, and a sharp cry of pain tumbled from his lips as the abrupt motion made his shoulders scream in agony. A low growl from Vegeta made him freeze, and the younger Saiyajin could feel the small hairs on the back of his neck stand on end when the older man again lowered his face beside Goku's. The prince's nostrils flared as he took in the other's scent, and his lips curled back in a feral grin, reminding Goku very much of a pleased predator who had managed to catch his prey.

Alarm bells went off in the younger man's head, and despite the pain his movement caused, he thrashed beneath Vegeta, surprising the other Saiyajin long enough to get his knees beneath him and shove himself in a semi-upright position. The older man recovered quickly, however, and he twisted Goku's arms into a tighter arm bar hold and forced his weight forward on the other Saiyajin, bending him back toward the ground.

Goku hissed and defiantly tossed his head back, successfully smashing the back of his skull into Vegeta's nose. He heard the other Saiyajin grunt in pain and felt the fingers around his wrists loosen by a fraction, and that was all he needed to wrench his arms free of the painful hold that had kept him immobile for so long. The stiffness in his shoulders made his movements sluggish, however, giving the older Saiyajin the seconds he needed to recover. A gloved hand buried itself in Goku's thick hair and he yanked his head back, delighting in the cry of pain his actions pulled from the other's throat.

Vegeta quickly wrapped his free arm around Kakarotto's exposed neck, smirking when the other Saiyajin's obviously numb hands clumsily rose to grip his forearm, tugging uselessly in an attempt to free himself. It was a pointless, if not amusing endeavor, and the prince chuckled darkly at the man's efforts. He wouldn't be able to stop him. Not now. He'd tasted the younger man's blood, and that had triggered an intense reaction in himself. It'd been so long since his last blood lust that Vegeta had almost forgotten such a thing existed in a Saiyajin. But now, now that he'd given into that urge to taste the stream of fresh blood he'd watched trickle down Goku's temple, his senses were screaming at him for more. He was consumed with everything that was Kakarotto.

The taste, scent, feel, sight, and even the sound of the other man was suddenly driving him wild. He needed more. And he would have it.

Ignoring the other's struggles to remove himself from his iron grip, Vegeta pressed himself more fully to Goku's back and bit down on the younger man's ear. The other Saiyajin screamed in a mixture of surprise and pain, and the prince could feel the body he held become rigid in his arms.

The older man's nostrils flared as the scent of fresh blood permeated the air, and his tongue snaked out to taste the coppery liquid. His arousal became more obvious as he listened to Goku's labored breathing. He couldn't wait any longer.

Using the grip he had on Kakarotto's hair to his advantage, Vegeta side stepped from behind the younger man and forced him onto his back. Goku's eyes squeezed shut as his body was forced back to the ground, which he hit with enough impact to once again drive the air from his lungs. He snapped his eyes back open the instant he was released, and he struggled to draw in a breath as he watched Vegeta re-position himself above his splayed out body.

His mouth opened to protest when gloved hands tore away his shirt, but his words caught in his throat when the older man tugged away the blue sash at his waist. For a brief moment their eyes met, and for the first time Goku was able to see the crazed and unfocused expression on the other's face. A wave of fear washed over the younger man as comprehension finally dawned on him, and the knowing smirk that curled across the prince's lips only confirmed his thoughts.

''VEGE---''

In a flash a sharp set of teeth enclosed around his windpipe, and Goku's words became gargled as his eyes widened in shock. He froze instinctively as the other's canines grazed his vulnerable flesh, and he could only whimper pathetically as the cooling air caressed his newly exposed flesh when his pants where forcibly torn from his body and tossed aside. All that remained were his boots, and Vegeta didn't seem interested in taking the time to remove them.

Still hesitant to move, Goku could only shift his eyes to the side when he saw a bundle of blue cloth flutter to the ground somewhere beside him. It didn't take a genius to figure out they were Vegeta's pants. The thought of being so exposed to the prince had Goku drawing his legs up and closer together, but the passively defiant movement drew a growl from Vegeta and the younger man gasped and froze when the teeth clamped down on his throat tightened a fraction. A warning. One he would heed.

Goku turned his eyes to the darkened sky as his legs were roughly pushed apart by what felt like Vegeta's knee, and he tried to distract himself as the older man shifted to settle himself between them. His mind, however, had become blank, able to only focus on what was happening right then. His body had become ultra sensitive, and he could feel every little touch against his skin, even the tickle of a blade of grass against his side as the wind made it sway back and forth.

What caught his attention though, was the feel of hot and hard flesh pressing against his entrance. His heart leapt into his throat as panic coursed through his veins. He momentarily forgot about the teeth at his throat and dug his heels into the ground, finding the purchase he needed to heave his body away from the threat. He didn't even feel the soft flesh tear as canines scraped across his windpipe, leaving angry shallow cuts that immediately began to trickle over with blood.
Vegeta was on him in a second, and he screamed as his wrists were caught and gathered in one hand again, then pressed to his chest. Large black eyes stared up at the prince, who panted above him and peered back with unseeing eyes. The younger man's blood trickled down the Saiyajin's chin, making him appear, to Goku, like a crazed animal. He'd never truly felt afraid of Vegeta until that second. The realization made a shiver course through his beaten body.

With another snarl the prince once again positioned himself between Goku's legs. The younger man shook his head as he struggled to free his hands from the older Saiyajin's seemingly unbreakable grip. He choked out broken words of protest, but his pleas went unheard as he was roughly entered.

Goku's back arched as the splitting pain made him howl in agony, and he thrashed uselessly against his captor. His head whipped from side to side as if he were in denial that Vegeta, a man he'd considered a friend, was really violating him in such a brutal way. His body was rocked as the older man's hips pumped violently, impaling him repeatedly and tearing delicate tissues.

A strangled sob bubbled up from within Goku's throat, and he screwed his eyes shut when he felt Vegeta's tongue sweep across the still bleeding wound on his neck. Tears swelled from beneath closed lids and flowed down his face. The tongue that had been at his throat was suddenly on his face, and Goku shuddered as the saline trails were cleaned from his skin.

And then, everything stopped.

The movement of Vegeta's hips came to a halt, though the younger Saiyajin could still feel the other's pulsing flesh buried within him. Everything fell silent, save for Goku's labored breathing and the sound of his own heart pounding in his ears.

Goku refused to open his eyes though, fearing what he might see. He was content to simply lay there and deny any of this was actually happening, and as the silence drew on, his fantasy became easier to obtain... until...

''Kakarotto....''

Goku visibly flinched as the other choked out his name, but it wasn't until his wrists were released that he chanced opening his eyes. The first thing he saw were Vegeta's eyes. They weren't clouded over anymore. They were focused and clear... and horrified.

For some reason this made Goku angry, and his face twisted into a feral snarl as he drew his fist back and then brought it across Vegeta's jaw. The older man's head snapped to the side from the impact, but his expression did not change. It only made Goku angrier.

''What are you waiting for?!'' the younger Saiyajin suddenly screamed. Vegeta flinched and slowly turned his head back toward the other man. His expression shifted to one of confusion, followed quickly by guilt.

''No!'' Goku shouted. ''Don't you dare look at me like that! Finish it, you bastard!''

He wasn't sure why he was so angry all of the sudden. He wasn't sure why he was so furious that Vegeta looked so sorry now. He wasn't allowed to be sorry, not now. That made things too complicated. He was supposed to be enjoying what he was doing! He was supposed to be mocking him, teasing him, laughing at him! That's what Vegeta did! Vegeta was not... sorry. EVER! Goku didn't know how to deal with this. It would have been fine if Vegeta had just finished what he started and left him there to bleed. That he could deal with. But the look in the older man's eyes now... It wasn't fair!

''Kakarotto, I'm sor---''

''No!'' Goku repeated. His voice was no more than a harsh whisper. ''This isn't fair, Vegeta! I want to hate you...''

Vegeta frowned as the other's voice cracked and trailed off. He understood though. If he'd just raped Kakarotto and left him it would have been easy for the younger man to hate him for it; to write him off and never feel the need to look at him again. But now... Now things were more difficult. He'd come back to his senses, and the younger man had seen the regret in his eyes. It was not in Kakarotto's nature to hate someone who was truly remorseful, truly sorry for something they had done.

He should just put on an act and finish what he started. It'd be easier for them both. He couldn't do that though. It wouldn't be fair to either of them. Not now.

With a sigh Vegeta gently ran his fingers through Goku's hair. He leaned forward, and despite the other Saiyajin's feeble attempts to resist him, the prince pressed his lips to the younger man's and kissed him gently, muffling the anguished sobs from the one below him.

He slowly began to move his hips again, using his free hand to slowly trace his fingers along the contours of the other's body, all the while deepening the kiss that Goku was now responding to. Tears steadily fell from the younger man's eyes as the resistance faded from his body. He was unable to ignore the gentle touches, the steady rhythm of Vegeta's hips, which were now angled in just the right way to send sparks of pleasure coursing through his body each time the older man thrust back inside him, or the lips that seemed to find each hurt and soothe it away.

Goku wanted to be angry when his body responded positively to the other man's touch. He wanted to scream, to fight, and to use every colorful curse he'd ever heard; but the pleasure that was thrumming through his every fiber diminished his will to fight and left him emotionally numb. His eyes focused on Vegeta, whose mouth was still traveling across every bit of flesh it could find, leaving gentle kisses on every cut and bruise. The older man seemed to be murmuring something under his breath as he went, but Goku couldn't hear what he was saying. He probably didn't want to. He wasn't even sure anymore.

His eyes slipped closed again when with one final thrust Vegeta climaxed, filling him with his hot seed. Goku's brow furrowed when his body responded with its own answering climax, and he shuddered as he came silently.

For a moment neither of them moved, and it wasn't until the prince slowly withdrew himself that Goku released the breath he hadn't known he'd been holding. He stared up at the star filled sky as the other Saiyajin cleaned them off, most likely with his shirt, and then lay down beside him, wrapping an arm around him and pulling him close until Goku's cheek rested against his chest.

The sound of crickets and Vegeta's heartbeat against his ear were all the younger Saiyajin could hear, and he closed his eyes and sighed deeply.

''Why can't I hate you?''

Vegeta was silent for a long moment.

''...Because you're Kakarotto.''

END