Welcome to DBZ Love Garden

Goku’s POV.

It’s been 3 weeks since I’ve seen him, but that night, I could never forget. For years I’ve admired that prince…he never quits, never gave up, and though he was always hard and uncaring, I could see it in his eyes, his rare smiles, there was a passionate side to him. That really explains trunks. Then I finally get to see it, get to experience the lust he carries inside of him, finally get to see the true prince beneath that hard outer shell. Kame…why did you have to make it stop?

It started out as all of our fights do. I brought Goten over to Capsule Corp to spend the night, and Bulma asked me to stay for dinner. Hey, who am I to say no to a free meal? Dinner was….well dinner! I ate, everyone else ate, somehow. Chi chi still cooks better than Bulma’s machines, but it was still good. I think I said something while I was eating, I didn’t know at the time, but Vegeta just got very cross. If it hadn’t been for everyone else there, and the fact he was eating, I swore he was going to try and kill me there. Well, after Dinner, I was about to head home, but Vegeta whistled at me…Not that kind of whistle! Just one to get my attention. So I walked over to him.

“Hey Geta! What’s up? Hey, listen, I know I said something stupid at dinner and I wanted to say sorry, ok?”

And what did he do? He grunted and told me to never call him that again. I still do no matter how many times he says that, mainly cause I forget, but anyway. What was I saying? Oh right! He says he wanted to fight and for me to fallow him. Well, I just ate, full of energy, at that point a fight sounded like a good idea!

So off we flew! And we flew, and we flew…I was pretty use to this by now. For some strange reason, Vegeta always wanted to spar with me out in the middle of nowhere. Not that I complained, no one to get hurt, and no buildings to be worried about…well there was that one time with the pyramids, but we put them back together, and by we I mean me!

Well anyways, we made our way to a large field out in the middle of nowhere. The afternoon sky was crystal clear! The colors the setting sun was starting to spread were so cool! It was an amazing sight, but the sight of Vegeta’s fist nearing my nose snapped me out of that momentary lapse. And yes I do know what the sentence means, I’m not That stupid. Just a little spacey, Anyways back to the fight.

Vegeta was throwing everything into his punches and kicks, like he always did. But something was different. Not only was it cause he was overpowering me, but there was something in his punches, something in his eyes, an unreadable emotion. I soon found out what that was. We continued to fight, matching punch for punch, kick for kick, never slowing. We soon went super saiyan, slowly working our way up to the higher levels. This wasn’t different. Vegeta always tried to tire me out, dragging the fight on, hoping the sheer length would give him an advantage. Usually it did. He had endurance out the wazoo! Wait is that the right word? Oh well, Never mind.

I soon had to go Super saiyan to keep up with him. To say I was enjoying the fight was an understatement. I started to over power him, but he went Super Saiyan, and we were at it again. We matched attacks, dodging Ki blasts, and that horrible Big bang attack. Why does he have to be so fast? I managed to get him with an instant transition Kamehameka wave, and he got me with a Final flash. May I just say, that thing Hurts!

I was knocked out of the air from his Final Flash, and landed on my back, panting, about to get up and counter attack. All I could do though was stare wide eyed as Vegeta’s fist landed, inches from my ear. He was on top of me, panting, covered in sweat and blood. Now that I think about it, I think I was blushing. He was so close to me, I could smell the sweat on him, and something else. Some strange arousing scent. I think it was coming off of me as well.

I was so hard, just having him hovering on top of me, I wanted so bad to just feel him touch me. I looked up at him, my eyes pleading for the touch, but more they pleaded for him to not hate me. Surprisingly, I saw the same look in his eyes. He grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head. We kissed, and boy did we kiss. I admit, I started it. He he he! But he returned it. Our mouths locked, tongues fighting their own battle, but he won. Again he won. I’m starting to think he never cared for me that way, it was just he was in heat and I happened to be there. He won the fight, and I was just the spoils of war. There for him to use as he pleased, and use he did.

He moved from my mouth down, biting along my neck. I had bruises there for days after. There wasn’t much of my shirt left ,so he just tore it off, his hands releasing my wrists as they explored my chest. He has, amazingly gentle hands…when he wants to. I returned the favor, tearing the last part of his shirt off, I tossed it off somewhere. Before he could shred all of my clothes, I wiggled out of my pants and boxers, tossing them a short distance away, before rolling us over, quickly removing Vegeta’s before he got me on my back again. I feel sorry for Bulma, having to go through these spurts with him. I have a higher respect for her now. Though I think he has more self control around her. With me, I think he just needed to let lose, and get it all out of his system. He was just using me…

He has, the most passionate kisses. Bruising kisses, but the emotion in them would just drive you wild! Also, may just say this now, looking him over, HOLY FUCK! I didn’t think he’d ever be able to slam that cock of his inside of me. And I thought I was big, damn. Well enter me he did, and let me say this. I’ve been through pain, have had nearly every bone broken, but this pain…a pain that mixed with pleasure. I can’t begin to describe it! It hurt so bad, but I wanted more of it. Honestly I never knew I was like that. I couldn’t get enough.

He was so gentle, and ferocious at the same time! Just replaying the scene in my head once more makes me hard. That hard shaft of his, pressing against my hole, forcing itself deep into me, before pulling out, only to slam in once more. Over and over again, with more than bruising force. I had tears in my eyes as I fought down my power level, gripping onto his shoulders for dear life. I spread my legs, offering myself to him, to my prince, and he took all that was offered, and more.

My entire body jerked from the strength of his thrusts, pain and pleasure mixing into one. I needed release so badly. His thick cock literally throbbed inside of me. The feeling was so good, I couldn’t think of any way it could get even better. I moaned his full name, not just the Geta I teased him with, but the full sensual Vegeta. As usual, He found a way to surprise me. He gripped onto my cock, and started to pump.

I still can’t figure that out. Did he actually care if I came? Or did he know that my climax meant I would tighten around him, causing his own? At that point I didn’t care. I think my voice actually cracked as I shouted his name, cumming all over myself, and him. He came as well. There is no feeling as satisfying as feeling someone dear to you, filling you with his essence. So warm, and thick. Oops…oh well no one can see me here, a hard on is the least of my worries.

I felt him collapse onto my chest, and I think, he purred. If he didn’t I know I did. And I held him, gently, smiling, wincing as I felt him pull out of me. Sighing softly, I fell asleep with him in my arms. And I woke…I woke the next day washed and dressed, laying on the bank of a lake…did he clean and care for me? Or did I do it myself without realizing? I don’t know, and I don’t think I care. I was so sore the next day. I have tried to talk with him for weeks now, but he’s avoiding me. Does he hate me? Does he think he’s too good to be around me anymore because of what we did? Does he feel guilty?

I remember, I saw him the other day, and the first time in weeks we locked eyes. It was brief, merely a breath long, but I could see his eyes. They were tired, warn, pained, and I think, sad. It was too short before he walked off to train again. I talked with Bulma for a while not long ago, Vegeta’s changed, become reclusive. He won’t even sleep in the same room as Bulma anymore. Don’t ask why she tells me these things. I think it’s cause I actually listen. She’s worried about him. Honestly, I am as well. Bulma told me he hasn’t eaten like he use to in a while. He barely eats anymore. I think he’s punishing himself. He’s always too hard on himself.

Bulma figured it out on her own that Vegeta had something for me a while ago, they never got married, and for a good reason. As much a family as they are, Vegeta’s never really loved her, and the same goes for her. They love Trunks though, and they understand each other. I guess they really are married, just not in the human sense. He just needs a different way of releasing his tension. And well, me and Chi chi haven’t been on the best of terms since Goten was born. We split up a while ago. The boys understood, both use to me not being there anyway so it wasn’t very hard. I still live there, mainly cause it was my house to begin with.

Bulma came up with a plan to get me to knock some sense back into Vegeta…Kame…I know I’ve asked a lot…but please. Help me help him…I can’t stop thinking about him. And it actually pains me to hear what he is doing to himself. I feel closer to him than I ever did Chi chi. I know it’s wrong, but I think I actually love him.

Kame, watch out for me, but most of all, watch out for him. It’s time…here I go…wish me luck.