Welcome to DBZ Love Garden

Do you know how long I’ve loved you, Vegeta? I guess it’s not actually fair to ask since I’m not really sure myself. Our families both died long ago, their genes not strong enough to stand the test of time. I was all alone. You were alone. But we could be alone together. And during all those spars we had and all the time we spent together, the line between friendship and something more blurred. I wasn’t sure how or why it was happening, but I didn’t really care too much to question it. I took it for granted that this sort of thing happened all the time, no reason to agonize over why it was happening between us now. I would look at you and feel something. I wasn’t sure what it was at first, it was more of a tightening in my chest, and the longing to be with you.

I’m sure it probably annoyed you at first, but after awhile, you didn’t seem to mind as much. That made me glad. I liked it when you allowed me to be near you. Almost like you approved of me. Validated me. Made me feel accepted, if not needed and wanted. I liked that feeling, Vegeta. I liked you.

I love you.

I figured it out one day. I looked at you and knew. There were no more doubts. It was a fact. I, Son Goku, was in love with Vegeta, the Prince of all Saiyans. I didn’t think you noticed. I thought I was careful to hide it. Sure, it was natural for me to love you, but was it natural for you to love me? I wasn’t sure how you felt on the matter of two men together. So I decided to take my time. You would call me names and fight dirty, but sometimes I thought I could see a longing in your eyes. A longing to drop all pretenses and be together.

But maybe I was really as stupid as you claimed me to be. Maybe I was just making those things up because I wanted to see them. It was so simple before. I liked you, maybe more, but I didn’t expect you to act on my feelings. I didn’t think too much about whether you liked me or not.

But I love you.

Now it was different. Not only did I have feelings for you, but I wanted you to have feelings for me. I craved, longed, and wished for those feelings to be reciprocated by you. But would you? Could you look at me the way I look at you? Would you devote your heart to me? Could you see me as something more than a friend? I was nervous, cautious, scared. You’re like a mountain, Vegeta. Harsh. Enduring. Dangerous. Unmoving. I could easily use my natural power to carve my name into any actual mountain; but could I use my feelings for you to carve my name into your heart? I hoped so.

I tried to be subtle and perhaps warm you up to the idea that I was in love with you. But you’re very clever, Vegeta. Too clever to be fooled by my coy games. You saw straight through me. Figured me out. Saw my real intentions and called me out on them.

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“Kakarot, why are you constantly staring at me with that sickening expression on your face?” Vegeta asked with irritation evident in his voice. Blushing, Goku put his hand behind his head and chuckled.

“Sorry, Vegeta, I was only thinking,” he answered shyly. Vegeta raised an eyebrow in disbelief.

“You? Thinking? Hmph, I guess what these humans say about miracles happening is really true,” the surly Saiyan retorted. Goku turned the corners of his mouth down into a pouting frown and crossed his arms over his chest defensively.

“I’m not as stupid as you think I am, Vegeta,” he said in a hurt voice.

“Tch, then use whatever brains you have in that big head of yours and stop thinking that I’m as clueless as you believe me to be!” the prideful warrior snapped. Goku’s mouth fell open and the color blanched from his face.

“What do you mean by that? I never thought you were clueless,” the burly man answered.

“Oh please, you must if you think that I don’t catch you staring at me all the time. I know your little secret,” Vegeta said with a predatory grin. If Goku had been nervous before, there weren’t words to describe the dread he was currently feeling.

“What-what secret, Vegeta?” he gulped with trepidation. The small and lithe Saiyan walked over to Goku. Grabbing the front of his orange gi, Vegeta pulled him down until they were eye level.

“As Bulma would have said, you have a crush on me, Kakarot,” he smirked, “don’t you?” The taller of the two turned a deep crimson and sputtered for an answer.

“C-crush?! Of-of course not, Vegeta!” he said as he tried to pull away from Vegeta’s iron grip. Vegeta closed his eyes briefly and scowled in annoyance. Opening them again, Goku could see a burning in them, the burning that Vegeta had hidden all along. The burning for another. Goku’s mouth hung open at the thought of what this could mean. Did Vegeta really want him? His cheeks flamed at the mental image of the other Saiyan moving against him and he hoped Vegeta wouldn’t notice his slightly growing erection.

“Don’t insult my intelligence, Kakarot. I know you want me. You just have to admit it and you can have what you wish,” Vegeta purred lowly, with the hint of danger in his deep voice. Goku’s eyes almost bulged right out of their sockets at the sultry invitation.

“You mean you knew all along? And it didn’t bother you?” he asked cautiously, still wary of a trap.

“Bother me? The thought of two men? Locked together in the most passionate manner possible? Moving against each other in a lust-filled frenzy? Stroking each other to a sweet and torturous completion? What about that would bother me, Kakarot? It was a natural thing on our home planet. It is only unnatural here, with all your simpleton taboos and such,” Vegeta snorted in disgust.

“So-so you mean...that you...want me?” asked Goku as he thought his face couldn’t get any redder. Vegeta smirked and flicked a pink tongue across his luscious-looking lips.

“You are the only Saiyan left. The only one remotely worthy of me. Even a Prince needs sex, Kakarot. Saiyans are needy creatures, I’m sure you felt the burn yourself. Am I wrong?” he asked mockingly. Finding the dusty ground suddenly very interesting, Goku couldn’t meet Vegeta’s questing eyes as he whispered a small, nervous affirmative.

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So you knew all along, Vegeta. You were just letting me continue with my little delusions. You don’t miss anything, do you? I did think you were clueless, I guess. I didn’t think you knew. And here you were offering yourself to me. I thought it would be hard to get to you, but you made it simple. You told me straightforward you wanted me. But what did I really expect? You’ve always been a straightforward person. Always saying what you really thought. Never caring what others thought about you. Different from me. But they say opposites attract, don’t they? And so you are the side of me that I lost long ago when I hit my head. You complete me, Vegeta.

That’s why I love you.

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“You want it and I want it, Kakarot. Why should we resist the calling of blood to blood? There is no one else left for us now, our mates have been gone for a long time. Even our children and grandchildren have left us. It is natural for us to want each other,” Vegeta purred as he licked along Goku’s jaw line.

Goku shivered from the tickling feeling. It was so sudden. He had never expected it to happen like this, he wasn’t sure what to do now.

“V-Vegeta...,” he breathed out shakily. The older Saiyan stopped his ministrations with a light nip on Goku’s earlobe.

“What, Kakarot? Don’t tell me that you’re having second thoughts now,” he half growled and half purred.

“No, it’s just that I wasn’t expecting this to really happen...,” he said nervously, feeling stupid for even mentioning anything.

“Nervous? Kakarot, the savior of the universe?” Vegeta said sarcastically. He fisted a hand in the course fabric of the taller man’s gi and pulled it roughly until both shirts tore off. Now presented with a bare chest, Vegeta set to work to reassure the fears of Goku with his tongue. The muscle-bound savior gasped at the feeling of cool wind following the course of a warm tongue, burning and freezing at the same time.

He felt those gloved hands moving across his chest and stomach, tracing along his sides and around his back. He was being touched by someone who wanted him. It had been so long. Too long. Had Chi-Chi ever touched him like this? Had she ever pushed him to the brink of madness? Did she ever really pleasure him? Goku couldn’t remember, but it was trivial. Vegeta was here now. Vegeta was pleasuring him. Vegeta wanted him. And he wanted Vegeta.

Vegeta removed his white gloves to feel the searing skin beneath his fingertips; he wanted to feel the muscles twitch under his practiced touch. He could hear the breath hitch in the throat of the strongest being in the universe. The other Saiyan may have more sheer power than Vegeta, but right now he was a slave to Vegeta. And Vegeta liked it like that. He wanted to dominate the Earth-raised Saiyan, but there was no doubt that he would enjoy this. It wasn’t all about control. He had wanted Goku for a long time. The power and toned physique of his rival had caught his eye and he lusted to hear his name screamed from that strong neck.

Rubbing his thigh against the bulge in Goku’s orange pants, he smirked at the whines that Goku was trying hard to keep silent. Yes, he was going to enjoy this immensely. He had spent too many nights alone and this would be the perfect distraction to keep him occupied.

Feeling those hands, that were remarkably soft considering Vegeta’s life of battles, go down the front of his pants, Goku shut his eyes and felt his knees weaken. The former destroyer of worlds was creating stars in Goku’s vision with his teasing touches. Strong hands were pumping along his needy cock and it felt so good. Grabbing onto Vegeta’s shoulders to hold himself up, he was suddenly released, much to his displeasure. He let out a keening moan at the lack of stimulation. Looking into Vegeta’s deep eyes, he knew that this was far from over. He knew Vegeta would satisfy him as Chi-Chi never had. He had faith in Vegeta. Vegeta wouldn’t disappoint.

Pulling off Goku’s restricting pants, and divesting himself of his own clothing, Vegeta grinned ferally at his soon to be lover. Placing a hand on top of Goku’s head, he began to push the other man down. Resisting at first, but soon complying, the tall Saiyan allowed himself to be brought to his knees. Eye level with Vegeta’s swollen cock, already dripping and begging for attention. Never having done this before, Goku was nervous and hesitant.

With a little more insistence from Vegeta, he leaned forward and tentatively ran his tongue along the bottom of the turgid shaft. Feeling Vegeta’s grip on his head tighten, he gained more confidence and took the tip into his mouth. Swirling his tongue around the salty skin and taking occasional sucks, he could hear Vegeta moan. Looking up, he saw the Prince’s head lolled back and his breath coming in hitching pants. He took as much of Vegeta’s cock into his mouth as he could and began to suck harder. Vegeta grit his teeth and hissed before roughly pushing Goku back. Staring at the man he loved with wide-eyes and wondering what he did wrong, Goku sat stark still. Cheeks flushed and chest heaving, Vegeta gave him a smoldering look that could have come straight from Goku’s dreams.

“Now, Kakarot, is the best part,” he said as he tried to regain his breath. He rolled Goku over onto his stomach and pulled him up to his hands and knees. Spreading lightly-colored legs wide, Vegeta positioned himself behind Goku and pushed in slowly. Goku’s eyes clenched shut in pain and a trembling hiss of pain escaped his lips. Vegeta did not still to let the warrior adjust to this new feeling, instead setting a deep and easy rhythm. The pain was overwhelming Goku, it was unlike anything else he had felt before, he dug his hands into the dirt and fought back the stinging in his eyes.

He was getting dizzy, but soon there was another overwhelming presence. This time not pain, but indescribable gratification coursing through his body. He turned his head to see Vegeta rubbing a thumb over his tail spot, but that wasn’t the only thing. The other source of this pleasure was internal. He wasn’t sure what Vegeta was doing, but if it felt this good, he could do it as long as he liked. He couldn’t hold back the moans that were bursting from his throat. But it didn’t matter. They were for Vegeta.

Feeling the intensity of the power and heat around him, Vegeta couldn’t help but to throw his head back and scream to the heavens. It felt so breathtaking. To be with another being after so many sleepless nights in a cold bed. What he felt, what he saw, what he heard, they were all driving him closer to that sweet release. He needed it. Now. Pushing himself harder and deeper, he reveled in each sweet noise that tumbled from his former enemies swollen lips.

Goku was struggling to hold himself up under the hard thrusts of his partner. Each one deeper and harder than he thought possible for his body to withstand. His lips were trembling, along with all the muscles in his body, as he felt himself being stroked on the inside. Each time Vegeta pulled back and shoved back in, was like a shock to his system. It was driving him crazy. He had to relieve this tension now. Needed to. His body began to quiver and his back arched like a bow as his muscles clenched. Just when he thought he would die if this didn’t end, a tidal wave of pleasure washed over him. He came hard, spraying hot liquid onto the dusty ground. Behind him, he felt Vegeta drive in hard and still as he came also. Goku could feel the warm cum fill him inside and drip down the back of his thighs as they both collapsed into an exhausted heap.

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It was wonderful, Vegeta. I had never felt anything as powerful as that before. It was so intense. Primal. Natural. Right. I should have expected it from you. You are intense in everything you do. You never do something halfway. Your determination is incredible, Vegeta. It flows around you. Draws people to you. You have sheer presence that is unrivaled in this universe. Everywhere you go you demand respect. And people give it to you without hesitation. They know you deserve it. They can see it in your eyes. You truly are a Prince. Worthy of respect and worship.

I worship you.

I love you.

You gave me a new definition of pleasure and I was grateful. I didn’t think sex could ever feel like that. Compared to our tryst, I might as well have been a virgin before. You erased any notions I had about love-making before and replaced them with that frenzied coupling. I was having sex with the man I loved. What more could I ask for? Well, Vegeta? I had everything I needed, didn’t I? I had you, Vegeta.

And I love you.

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As his vision cleared, Goku saw Vegeta stand slowly and attempt to clean himself off. He sat up and blinked as the other man dressed himself as well as he could in his torn clothing.

“Vegeta?” he asked nervously, not sure how to act now.

“What, Kakarot?” Vegeta asked back as he pulled on a pristine boot.

“Um, where are you going?” Goku inquired, feeling very childish. Vegeta snorted and finished dressing.

“I’m going home. Do you have a problem with that?” he sneered as he turned his back.

“But, I thought...,” the naked man mumbled.

“You thought what? That I was going to stay and ‘cuddle?’ I have more important things to do right now than spend time listening to your moronic sap,” Vegeta said as he was beginning to become angered. Angry that a third-class had the nerve to ask him to stay.

“But, we just...didn’t that mean anything to you, Vegeta?” Goku asked as he began to feel used and dirty.

“What was it supposed to mean? It was just a good fuck, Kakarot. Nothing more. A mutual partaking of satisfaction without messy attachments,” the Prince snorted.

Goku’s face fell and his cheeks burned in embarrassment. Vegeta stared at him sitting there, the very picture of a broken man, and began to snicker. Goku’s head shot up at the derisive sound and watched as Vegeta threw his head back in roaring laughter. Wiping a small tear from his eye, Vegeta met eyes with the other Saiyan.

“Why so glum, Kakarot? You look absolutely dismal. Don’t tell me you had some petty notions about this being meaningful,” he mocked as he stood in front of Goku and sneered at him. Goku couldn’t look into Vegeta’s eyes as he stood there. He only felt shame. Shame for hoping for something more. Shame for finally proving to Vegeta that he really was an idiotic child.

“I...I love you, Vegeta,” he whispered, so low that the other man almost didn’t hear it.

“What was that, Kakarot? It sounded like you said you loved me,” Vegeta said in mock pity. Getting no response from Goku, he sharply slapped him across the cheek, sending Goku flying to the ground.

“You told me that you weren’t a fool. But this proves it, Kakarot. How can you sit there and say you love me? There is no such thing to a Saiyan. It’s some pretty notion made up by weak humans in an attempt to validate their miserable existence. There is not a word for ‘love’ in the Saiyan language. We only feel lust. We see what we want and we take it. Nothing more,” he said as he spat on the ground next to Goku’s head.

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Why, Vegeta? Why were you saying those words to me? This couldn’t have been the Vegeta I fell in love with. No. This was false. This was wrong. I wasn’t hearing this. You weren’t saying these things to me. Stop it. You have to stop. This isn’t happening. This is a nightmare. I have to wake up. There is love, Vegeta. I know. I KNOW. Why? How can I be so sure?

Because I love you.

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“You’re wrong, Vegeta!” Goku shouted as he stood up shakily. “There is such a thing as love, because I love you!” Vegeta growled and punched him again, making him stumble backwards.

“No, Kakarot. You don’t love me. You are brain-damaged. You have let these humans influence you too much. They have made you soft. You are only buying into their lies,” Vegeta stated lowly as he glared at the heartbroken man. Goku shook his head and grabbed Vegeta’s shoulders in an attempt to make him understand.

“Vegeta, I do love you. It’s not something they made up! I can’t live without you!” he said as burning tears began to run down his cheeks. He had to make Vegeta believe him. He had to. He needed Vegeta. He had to have Vegeta. There was no other choice. “Please, Vegeta, just say that you could love me!” he pleaded desperately. Driving a fist into Goku’s stomach, the Prince hurled the other man away from him.

“Stop acting like the damn moron you are! I told you that I want nothing to do with your love!” he powered up to Super Saiyan and began to punch the other man to make his point.

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No. No. NO. NO!

I LOVE YOU.

I LOVE YOU, VEGETA!

I LOVE YOU!

AND YOU HAVE TO LOVE ME TOO!

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Goku suddenly jumped to Super Saiyan 3 and grabbed Vegeta. Twisting his arm into a position it was never meant to be in, he held the other man tightly.

“Tell me you love me, Vegeta! You have to! I know that you can love me!” he yelled in frustration. Vegeta grunted in pain and powered up to his highest, which still fell far short of Goku’s power at the moment.

“Let me go, Kakarot! I’m not going to say that I love you!” he spat out between gritted teeth. Struggling to get away, he only managed to get Goku to twist his arm more until it snapped with a sickening crack. Eyes going wide, he struggled harder to get away, scared of what Goku was going to do.

“Say you love me, Vegeta. We could be happy together. I love you,” Goku whispered low into the Prince’s ear. Driving his heel with as much force as he could muster into Goku’s groin, Vegeta managed to break free. Flying as fast as he could from the crazed man, he swore a blue streak over his broken arm.

Goku watched the other man fly away with a cold gleam in his eyes.

“Fly as fast as you can, Vegeta. It’s not going to help you, you can never leave me. I love you,” he said with a small chuckle. Taking off after his prey, he had no trouble catching up with the wounded man. Bringing his fists together, he hit Vegeta on the back of the head and knocked him out of the sky.

Vegeta hit the ground with a tremendous impact and felt blood flooding through his mouth. Letting the red fluid seep out of his lips, he looked up at Goku still floating above him. He wiped the blood from his face with his glove and spat out what was pooling in his mouth. He stood up slowly and wondered what to do now.

He wasn’t sure what Goku was going to do, he had never seen the gentle warrior act like this before. There was a strange gleam in his eyes, the same soulless look that he was used to seeing in Frieza’s eyes. It sent shivers down Vegeta’s spine, and he shuddered at this unexpected turn of events. He watched as the other man slowly descended to earth, almost like the angel of death himself. With each step Goku took forward, he took two back. The other Saiyan wasn’t stable at the moment. He needed some time alone. Far away from Vegeta.

“Vegeta.”

Just the dead tone in his voice was enough to send Vegeta flying off. Narrowing his eyes at the back of the retreating form, Goku cupped his hands to his side. A blue glow began to emanate between his hands and the ground around him began to shake as he harnessed a huge and terrible power.

“Ka...me...ha...me...HA!” he shouted and let his tremendous blast fly.

He saw Vegeta look over his shoulder as he felt the blast approach him.

He saw Vegeta’s eyes widen in horror when he realized what it was.

He saw Vegeta’s body be engulfed in the blazing beam.

He saw Vegeta’s smoking body hit the ground with a thud.

Casually flying towards him, Goku saw signs of lingering life. Yes, Vegeta was alive. But not for long. It was a powerful blast. No one could have stood up to it without being severely damaged. Finally coming to a halt next to Vegeta’s still form, he looked down and shook his head in disapproval.

“It didn’t have to be like this, Vegeta. You should have loved me. I loved you,” he said as he folded his arms over his chest. Bending down, he knelt beside Vegeta and poked his smoldering shoulder. Vegeta’s eyes cracked open and gazed around unfocused at the blob in front of him.

“Kkkk...,” he barely rasped out, causing him to succumb to a coughing fit. Goku stroked his singed hair lovingly and smiled.

“It’s okay, Vegeta. I know what you want to say. I forgive you. I love you, too,” he said softly.

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See, Vegeta? That wasn’t so hard was it? I knew you loved me. You just had a hard time admitting it. I know you don’t like to show your feelings, so I made it where you could. I let you show your real feelings. I knew what you said about not knowing love wasn’t real. I knew I had to show you. I had to show you so you would know the truth.

I really do love you.

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Goku scooped the fragile form into his eyes and wiped the dirt from Vegeta’s pale face. Vegeta’s mouth opened, but no sound came out. Vegeta blinked his eyes rapidly, desperate to focus on something, but he knew it was too late. His vision was rapidly fading to pitch black and it was getting hard to keep breathing. It was so hard. He was so tired. The black was welcoming. It was home. It was where he belonged. Giving up a pointless struggle, he let himself just slip away. It felt better in oblivion.

Watching with a smile as Vegeta took his last breath, Goku placed a small kiss on his lips and flew off to his house in the mountains. Digging a grave underneath his favorite tree, he lovingly placed Vegeta’s still form inside and began to cover him with dirt.

“Now you can stay here with me forever, Vegeta. I’ll come and tell you what’s happening everyday. You’ll like it here, it’s peaceful,” he said as he patted the ground level with his shovel. Using his ki, he carved Vegeta’s name into the trunk of the tree above his grave. And underneath that, he wrote:

Loved by Son Goku.

The End