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► Possessions 1     Possessions 2     Possessions 3     Possessions 4     Possessions 5     Possessions 6     Possessions 7     Possessions 8     Possessions 9     Possessions 10 ''What happened?''

That was a question Goku found himself asking himself frequently lately; and Vegeta was always the subject on his mind. The prince had been the object of his affections for years, and so, when Goku learned that Vegeta had similar feelings for him, he was sure he'd died and gone back to the Other World.

Things had been perfect for the first few months. The two Saiyajins had left their wives, who were each seeing other men anyway, and had moved into a Capsule house they set up within the forest. Their days were spent doing what they loved the most.

They ate.

They sparred.

They ate more.

And then they moved on to another type of 'sparring'.

But things had changed. Vegeta had changed to be more specific.

On a night when the moon had been full, the two Saiyajins had found themselves in a particularly violent spar. Their blood had boiled in their veins and their senses had been ultra sensitive. They had fought harder than they had back in the days of Majin Buu. There was no explaining it; something just screamed at them to take it to the next level.

And then, both Goku and Vegeta had simultaneously found themselves in the most immense pain they'd ever felt in their lives. It started at the base of the spine and radiated throughout the rest of their bodies. White-hot agony had left both Saiyajins defenseless, as the pain had left them paralyzed and vulnerable.

And then, when it all became too much to handle, they'd lost consciousness.

The next morning, the reason for their pain became clear.

Their tails had regenerated.

That was a month ago.

Since then, Vegeta had acted differently. His possessiveness toward his last living subject became far more obvious. His aggression increased as well--- so much so that even Goku found himself on edge the prince when the older Saiyajin's mood became foul.

But worst of all was the change in Vegeta's attitude toward his mate. He'd become almost paranoid. The prince was constantly keeping tabs on Goku; always wanting to know where he was going, why, and how long he'd be gone. His patience ran thin as well. The younger Saiyajin began finding that being himself around his mate could be a dangerous thing. If he did something Vegeta didn't like, or said something 'stupid', Goku would often find himself with a black eye.

It was one thing to inflict cuts and bruises during a spar; random abuse was another thing.

At first Goku brushed the changes off as perhaps as series of the bad mood swings the prince was famous for, but things didn't change. In fact, they continued to worsen.

The change in body chemistry due to their newly regenerated tails was to blame according to Bulma, who had monitored the older Saiyajin's behavior. Her tests showed a drastic increase in Vegeta's testosterone levels. This chemical was responsible for the increased sex drive, strength, aggressiveness, temper, and even the paranoia. Oddly enough, tests run on Goku revealed that very little had changed with his body chemistry. This could have been due to the fact he'd originally lost his tail before reaching adulthood, whereas Vegeta had reached maturity long before his was lost.

With his new tail, the prince's behavior reverted back to the way it had been when he'd first arrived on Earth; and the new threat was obvious to everyone, especially Goku.

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''Vegeta, I'm back!'' Goku called as he stepped into the house and kicked the door shut behind him with his foot. His arms were currently full of bags containing boxes of food he'd picked up on the way home. He couldn't cook, and he knew Vegeta hated making meals large enough for two hungry Saiyajins, and so he'd stopped by their favorite restaurant instead.

The Saiyajin paused when he spotted Vegeta standing in the living room doorway, a scowl set on his face.

''Something wrong?''

''Baka. You're late!'' the prince snapped.

Goku smiled and continued into the kitchen to set down his burden.
''Aw, you know how it is when I visit the boys. And besides, I picked dinner up.''

Vegeta's glare followed the other Saiyajin as he moved past him. ''Did I ask you to do that?''

Goku blinked and turned back to the prince, tilting his head slightly. ''Did you have to?''

The older Saiyajin was silent for a moment before grunting in reply and taking a few of the bags from his mate, who was withholding a sigh of relief as the prince continued into the kitchen.

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Goku eyed his mate as he stripped himself of all clothing, save his boxers. The prince was currently lying in their bed with his back toward the younger Saiyajin; seemingly well on his way to sleep. The only visible movement was the slight twitch of his tail, which meant one of two things:

He was annoyed.

Or he was horny.

Goku considered the options for only a second before smirking and sliding into bed behind the prince, leaning over to nuzzle Vegeta's neck and shoulders. He slowly ran his hand down the smooth flesh of the older Saiyajin's back, but before he could get to the royal tail, he was roughly shoved back and pressed into the mattress.

''Wha?''

''Not tonight, Kakarotto.'' Vegeta snapped as he removed his hand from the other's chest.

''But, Ve---''

A low growl silenced Goku and a sharp glare informed him that the conversation was over.

''I expect a decent spar tomorrow morning, so you need sleep. Your recent efforts have not been to my satisfaction.''

With that, the prince once again turned away from his mate and pulled the covers up as he clicked off the light beside the bed, bathing the room in complete darkness. Goku continued to stare at the lump beside him, just barely making out the outline of the prince. It seemed whenever he was the one to initiate anything, he'd be turned down, and being rejected so often was beginning to sting.

The younger Saiyajin sighed and turned his back to his mate, staring silently into the dark room. Several quiet minutes ticked by before a muscled arm suddenly wrapped around his waist, pulling him back against a hard chest. Vegeta's warm breath rolled over his neck and a strong tail wound its way around his thigh.

''Sleep.''

Goku squirmed slightly in order to get more comfortable, but the prince's grip only tightened around him, a silent order. And so without further argument, the younger Saiyajin closed his eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep.

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A week later.

''This place is surprisingly clean considering who lives here.'' Bulma jokingly commented as her eyes roamed the living room she and the others were gathered in.

ChiChi snorted and nodded. ''Yeah. If I'd known Goku was capable of cleaning, I wouldn't have busted my ass so hard to keep the house in order.''

Most of the Z senshi had gathered at the home of the two Saiyajins to enjoy a much-needed get together. Goku had been the one to set it all up, even though Vegeta was less than thrilled with the idea of his home becoming 'infested' with ningens and puny green aliens (Piccolo). However, the younger Saiyajin had been quick to point out that these people were family and friends, and it was either they come here for one visit, or they make several visits to each one of them.

And so, a very pissed prince reluctantly agreed not to blast anyone who dared step foot onto his property.

Things were going well for the first couple of hours. Conversation was flourishing, the food was great, and even a few friendly spars were taking place outside. But all chat ceased when a loud crash and some angry shouts erupted from the kitchen, where the two Saiyajin hosts were currently situated.

Before anyone even had the chance to question the outburst, Vegeta stormed out of the kitchen. ''Party's over! Everyone get out of my house! I expect you all to be gone by the time I get back!''

The prince cast the group a deadly glare before exiting the house, slamming the door with such force pictures fell from the walls in three separate rooms.

''What was that about?'' ChiChi asked with a frown. The others shrugged.

Gohan was the first to remember that there was another Saiyajin to wonder about. ''Wasn't Dad in there too?''

Everyone exchanged glances before moving to the kitchen.

Goku sat with his back turned to them in the middle of what used to be the kitchen table. Now it was no more than broken pieces of wood. The Saiyajin's shoulders were slumped in dejection and one hand was raised to cover his cheek.

''Goku? Are you ok?'' Bulma asked as she took a step toward the man, her eyes roaming the destroyed remains of the table.

The Saiyajin's breath hitched for a moment before he turned his head slightly toward the several onlookers. He forced a smile onto his lips. ''I'm fine. Sorry about Vegeta... I suppose he's had enough."

''It's alright. We'll get going then.'' Yamcha said.

ChiChu huffed and placed her hands on her hips. ''Well that's just rude! The party isn't supposed to end for another two hours.''

''Mom,'' Gohan started.

Piccolo cut him off. ''What's wrong with your face, Son?''

Everyone's attention turned back to Goku, who was still hiding the right side of his face with his palm. ''Nothing... Just a scratch.''

With a snort, the Namek grabbed the Saiyajin's wrist and pulled his hand away, revealing the injury that he was trying to hide. Everyone fell silent.

Nearly the entire right side of Goku's face was swollen and covered in mixed shades of blue and black--- the obvious result of a harsh and unexpected strike; and a powerful one considering the rabid development of the bruises.

''Kami, Goku! What happened?'' Bulma asked as she moved forward to inspect the injury. In reality, she already knew who was responsible.

The Saiyajin shied away from her touch and promptly re-covered his cheek with his hand.

''Did Vegeta do that?'' Gohan asked with a slight growl.

Goku sighed and looked down at the floor, absently fiddling with a broken piece of wood. ''He didn't mean to.''

''Bullshit.'' Piccolo snapped.

The Saiyajin was silent for a moment before smiling and rubbing the back of his head in a nervous gesture. ''Ah, come on. It's nothing I can't handle.''

Bulma folded her arms with a frown. ''He shouldn't hit you like that.''

''I was just caught off guard. It's nothing compared to our sparring matches.''

''You weren't sparring.'' the woman countered.

Goku was silent for a moment, becoming increasingly aware of the disapproving stares he was receiving. He could feel their eyes on him, and it made him very uncomfortable. He finally spoke up.

''You should all go before Vegeta gets back.''

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Night had fallen and Goku was still waiting for his mate to return home. The Saiyajin was sitting in bed, fully clothed, and nervously fiddling with the soft fur at the tip of his tail. He'd been there since everyone left earlier that day, and so the room was dark, as he didn't bother turning on any lights.

Saiyajins had the ability to see fairly well in the dark anyway.

Goku silently pondered the events of that day. He'd known Vegeta was irritable due to the party, but he still wasn't sure what had set the prince off. All he remembered was hearing a low growl before the fist sailed at his face.

The Saiyajin was suddenly drawn from his thoughts when the front door opened and slammed shut. He listened to the steady click of boots on the stairs as Vegeta ascended to their bedroom. Even though he tried to fight it, the younger man's entire body tensed as the door swung open, revealing his mate's silhouette.

The two men watched each other for a few quiet seconds before Vegeta silently stalked toward the bed. The prince didn't even hesitate as he placed a knee on the mattress and leaned toward Goku, swiftly wrapping his hand around the younger Saiyajin's throat before pushing him down into the sheets.

''Ve---''

''Quiet. No more parties. I don't like sharing you.''

Goku looked into the prince's angry eyes in confusion. ''Share me? Vegeta. They're my friends and family!''

The fingers around his throat tightened slightly as the older man emitted a low growl. ''I don't give a damn who they are! They don't like you being with me and they're trying to steal you from me!''

A hint of what might have been insanity flashed across the prince's eyes, sending a shiver down the other Saiyajin's spine. ''You're being unreasonable. They jus---"

A swift slap across his already bruised face rung a startled and pained yelp from Goku's throat. ''I said quiet! You aren't to bring anyone into this house! And unless I'm with you, you won't be leaving either!''

The younger Saiyajin's brow furrowed before he swiftly pushed the hand around his neck away and sat up.

''You can't do that!! What's wrong with you?!'' he cried angrily.

Vegeta snarled before grabbing a fistful of Goku's hair, forcing the younger man back down onto the mattress with a surprising amount of strength and speed. The prince quickly moved to straddle his mate's stomach, bringing his nose down only inches from the man's beneath him.

''Wrong with me? What's wrong with ME?! Baka! I can do whatever I wish with you! I am your prince and you are a third class! Do you understand? I OWN you!'' Vegeta's eyes narrowed as his voice lowered. "You've been such an obedient pet up until now. You only step out of line when those 'friends' of yours are around to influence you."

Goku squeezed his eyes shut as tears threatened to spill down his cheeks. Vegeta's words were so cold and uncaring; like he was property rather than a lover--- Something to use and throw away whenever he wished without a second thought. Not even ChiChi had been so cruel.

The fingers in his hair suddenly tightened, causing the younger Saiyajin to grit his teeth against the pain. ''Answer my question!''

''What?'' Goku asked.

''Baka.'' Vegeta snorted. ''Do. You. Understand?!''

The younger Saiyajin opened his eyes, full of unshed tears, and looked up at his prince, who was glaring down at him, pinning him in place with his gaze.

''I understand perfectly." he spat, suddenly hating his mate for his cold words.

Vegeta's eyes bore into Goku's for another moment before he released his grip on the ebony locks.

''Good.'' he said as he climbed off the bed and headed for the bathroom. ''Sometimes I wonder if you're good for anything besides a decent fuck.''

Goku flinched as the painful words tore through him like a jagged dagger.

The prince paused and glanced back at his mate. ''Speaking of which- I'm in the mood. Be ready by the time I get back.''

The younger Saiyajin listened as the door slammed shut and the sound of running water reached his ears before he allowed a few stray tears to fall down his cheeks. Drawing a shaky breath into his lungs, Goku slowly began to remove his clothes, using the fabric of his shirt to wipe away the saline trails that streaked his face. He knew Vegeta hated it when he cried; said it was a sign of weakness.

If that was true, then he was weak, and Vegeta was the reason behind his weakness.

Goku snorted and smiled without humor at his damp shirt before he tossed it aside and sat on the bed to kick off his boots. His eyes flickered to the open window across the room. He could just leave, but the other Saiyajin would just come after him. Goku could only imagine how pissed the prince would be then.

Vegeta emerged from the bathroom just as the younger man was slipping out of the last of his clothes. He smirked as he flashed a pair of handcuffs.

''Don't plan on sleeping anytime soon, Kakarotto.''

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Two weeks later

Goku sighed and smiled as he collapsed onto the couch, completely worn out from his most recent spar with Vegeta. The prince had returned to his normal self since the night of the party. He was the man he fell in love with again, and he couldn't be happier. Perhaps this meant Vegeta's body was finally adjusting to the rush of hormones his tail released.

A grin spread onto the Saiyajin's lips as two strong arms wrapped around him from behind the couch, and he tilted his head back just in time to catch his prince's lips with his own. Twin moans echoed throughout the room as their tongues dueled and caressed one another before breaking apart.

''I need to go into town. You stay here.'' Vegeta said, waiting for his mate to nod before leaving the house.

No sooner had Vegeta's ki faded into the distance, there was a knock at the door. Goku blinked and rose from the couch, quickly moving to the front of the house where the insistent knocking could still be heard.

He pulled open the door and peered into the sunlight.

''Piccolo?''

''We need to talk.''

Goku shifted nervously as Vegeta's 'rules' echoed through his head. Things had been going so well and he didn't want to screw it up now. ''Uh, Now really isn't the best time!''

''It's the perfect time. He's not here, right?'' the Namek countered, frowning at the expression on the Saiyajin's face. ''Why are you letting him control you, Son?''

Goku brow furrowed and folded his arms as his eyes locked on the empty space just behind the Namekian. ''He isn't controlling me. Why would you think that?"

Piccolo snorted. ''You're a terrible liar. Everyone knows he won't let you leave the house unless he's with you. We've been monitoring your kis to confirm it.''

The shorter man nervously ran his fingers through his hair as he searched for Vegeta's energy, hoping to pinpoint exactly where his possessive mate was at the moment. He gasped when he realized the prince was heading back to the house, and quickly.

''Piccolo, you need to go!''

''Why? Because he's coming back? It's because he knows I'm here. You're breaking a rule, right? No visitors without his permission?''

Piccolo was silent for a moment as he observed the Saiyajin's nervous behavior. The other man had one hand fisted in his thick hair and he was constantly shifting, as if he were torn between backing into the house or tearing off into the forest.

''Hn. I think you should come with me. You can't live like this, Son. You're a wreck.''

Before Goku had a chance to protest, the Namekian had grabbed his wrist and pulled him from the house.

''Pic---''

''Kakarotto!''

Both paused and looked over at Vegeta, who, judging from the ki that still flared around him, had just arrived. The prince's eyes narrowed as they moved between them.

''Take your claw off my mate.'' he barked as he approached the Namekian.

Piccolo's eyes narrowed. ''I think he could use some fresh air.''

''Mind your own business, Green Bean!'' Vegeta snarled as he pulled Goku away from the larger man, who growled in response. ''Get back in the house, Kakarotto!''

The younger Saiyajin hesitated, casting a worried glance at his friend. ''But, Vegeta-''

''NOW!''

Piccolo frowned when Goku cringed and quickly moved back into the house, disappearing into the shadows within. His attention turned back to the prince, who was glaring at him angrily as ki crackled around his body dangerously.

''Stay away, Namek. Kakarotto is none of your concern.''

''You're wrong about that. We will not allow this to continue.''

Thick silence floated in the air. And then, Vegeta turned and moved back to the house, casting Piccolo one last glare before slamming the door behind him. It was obvious to anyone with a brain that the prince would not hesitate to kill anyone who threatened to take what was his.

This would not be easy.

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Vegeta's eyes narrowed angrily as he stormed through the house, finally finding Goku sitting on the living room couch.

The younger Saiyajin didn't have to turn around to know that his mate was there and furious. His mouth became dry as he stared at the floor. ''Vegeta, there's no need to be so upset.''

''Oh, really?'' the prince snarled.

Goku frowned and snapped his head to the side in order to settle his glare on the other man. ''Really! If anyone should be pissed off right now it should be me! I obeyed your stupid rules for awhile so you could cool down from the tantrum you pulled at the party, but I've had enough! I think you really have lost your mind!"

The younger Saiyajin stood and began walking toward the front door, but he was abruptly brought to a halt when Vegeta roughly grabbed a hold of his arm.

''Where do you think you're going?!''

''OUT!'' Goku shouted as he tore his arm from the other's grasp. He only made it a few more steps before he became paralyzed with pain. The Saiyajin's mouth opened in a silent scream as he glanced behind him, only to see that Vegeta was grasping his tail firmly within his fist.

''You brought this on yourself.'' the prince snarled before giving Goku's tail another harsh squeeze. The younger man's entire body convulsed as a delicate bone audibly snapped within the abused appendage, and before the pain could even fully register, he'd blacked out. ► Possessions 1     Possessions 2     Possessions 3     Possessions 4     Possessions 5     Possessions 6     Possessions 7     Possessions 8     Possessions 9     Possessions 10