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A crash. “Son Goku! I told Goten that he had to finish his school work before he could leave with Trunks…now he tells me YOU told him it was ok for him to go! Do you see what you’ve done? It’s obvious he’ll listen to your word over mine, and after all these long years of struggling to be a good mother and wife, this is what I get!? My own son doesn’t listen to me?? I am SO sick of this!” Chichi screeched loudly, her arms flailing in the air, face red with rage.

Goku blinked, rubbing the back of his head. “Ah…sorry Chichi, I was just…”

“Just what, Goku?” Chichi slammed her fist on the table. “Go! Get out! Shoo!” She hissed, waving him out the door. “Heaven forbid you miss your sparring today.” She said with disgust before slamming the door in Goku’s shocked face. He stood there for a few brief moments, his brows slowly knitting together in a scowl. His home life had gone from tolerable to less than hellish the past year, and he wasn’t sure what to do about it. Chichi just didn’t seem to even like him anymore; everything he did was wrong. Sighing, he shot into the air , heading straight for Capsule Corp, his only getaway during the week.

He arrived, touching down lightly on the neatly manicured lawn and heading straight to the gravity room, where he knew Vegeta would be waiting for him. He knocked once on the door and stood back, stepping inside immediately as it was opened.

Vegeta watched the taller saiyan enter and frowned. Lately the man had been moody and silent; totally opposite of the saiyan’s normal happy goofiness. The prince had overheard Goku’s youngest son complaining to his own son, Trunks, that there were problems at home lately. Vegeta snorted softly and shook his head, his eyes narrowed at Goku’s back.

Goku stared off into space, his mind fuzzy from his confusion and anger; he jumped slightly at the sound of Vegeta’s voice behind him.

“Kakarotto, why do you let that woman get to you? Why let a mere human woman get under your skin…look at you. You’re nothing like you used to be…you are a shell of your former self. It’s disgusting.” Vegeta added, crossing his arms over his chest. Goku’s head lowered, his eyes downcast. After a few seconds, he looked up.

“I thought you didn’t like the way I act, anyway, Vegeta. Why should you be any more disgusted with me now than you were before?” Goku asked quietly.

So taken back by Goku’s words, Vegeta’s arms dropped, his jaw going slightly slack. The man had a point, but Vegeta hadn’t expected him to be so blunt about it. Vegeta studied Goku, his arms snaking their way back to their regular position upon his chest. “Hn. No, I like you better the way you were. At least then, you were Kakarotto, no matter how stupid you acted sometimes. Now, you have an aura about you that I have never before seen; one that I never wanted to see. You, Kakarotto, are a defeated man.” Vegeta said, his chin raising slightly as Goku flinched at the words.

Vegeta was right, of course. He was defeated. But he didn’t really care; he wasn’t happy with his life anymore, and the only time it seemed he truly enjoyed was his time with Vegeta. Now, his personal problems seemed to have invaded that, too. He growled softly. “Look Vegeta, I came here to get away from all that shit, I don’t really want to talk about it. Fight me.” He demanded, crossing the room to take position.

Vegeta’s brows rose high on his forehead at Goku’s words; he smirked, then shrugged. “Fine by me. Lets go.”

Both saiyan’s dove for each other, simultaneously throwing punches, their clenched fists clashing together, power flaring outwards in waves at the impact. Vegeta quickly lifted his leg, kneeing Goku in the stomach then spinning, landing a kick to Goku’s chin as he doubled over. Goku flew through the air, catching himself before he hit the opposite wall; with a growl, he disappeared and reappeared in front of the smaller saiyan, shoving his hands forward and delivering a ki blast to his midsection.

The fight went on like that for hours, but gradually, Vegeta noticed Goku’s mind seemed elsewhere, his moves becoming slow and sloppy. Vegeta scowled each time Goku would fuck up, and finally he stiffened, letting out a growl of impatience. “Dammit Kakarotto, if you’re going to fight, fight! This shit you call fighting is hardly a challenge, as the past hour you haven’t gotten one good hit in!” Vegeta shook his head, once again disgusted. However, he knew that his little lecture would snap the other saiyan out of his rut…the man always seemed to feel the need to impress him, for some reason. What happened next completely threw the saiyan prince off guard. Goku started to cry.

Goku’s shoulders slumped, his head hanging loosely from his bent neck; as his shoulders began to shake with silent sobs, his knees gave out and he fell to the ground, both knees popping under the sudden pressure as they were slammed against the hard floor with the man’s full weight. Vegeta blinked, thinking Goku was hurt in some way; he started forward, then froze at the small sob that came from the man. One sob led to more, and before long, he was sobbing loudly, his hands raised to cup his face. Vegeta gawked openly, not prepared for this turn of events; he couldn’t remember ever seeing the man cry before, and witnessing it was more than upsetting. It was downright wrong. To make matters worse, Vegeta was never good at consoling…nor had he ever really felt the need to, though on a few occasions he had done the fatherly thing and done his share of consoling his children when it was needed. But that was different…this was Kakarotto for fuck’s sake!

His brow creased as he continued forward, stopping when he came to stand directly in front of the kneeling man, just inches away. What could he do? This was no child he could simply pick up and hold in his arms. He began to panic as the sobs grew louder, and hesitantly, he stretched forth his hand, running it lightly over Goku’s soft mane of ebony locks. His neck twisted so he could look towards the window, hoping no one would witness this, for both their sakes. Why the hell should I care what anyone thinks? He thought to himself, stepping closer so that Goku’s forehead rested against his stomach, one arm linking around a broad shoulder as the other continued to stroke the untamed nest of hair. “Shhh…Kakarotto, why are you crying?” He asked as softly as he could, trying in vain to keep the harshness out of his voice.

Goku was surprised to feel the warm hand stroking his hair, knowing the touch to be Vegeta’s. He always knew Vegeta’s touch, even if he couldn’t feel the ki, or smell the scent of the prince. His face was suddenly pressed against something soft and warm, Vegeta’s scent filling his nose, completely overwhelming any other scent in the room. He paused in his sobbing, a low whimper straining in his throat at the question asked above him. How weak he must look right now! Sniffing loudly, he pulled away from Vegeta’s body slightly, looking up with tear-filled eyes.

“I…I’m so unhappy, Vegeta.” He whispered, his lower lip trembling slightly.

Vegeta frowned even as his face softened. “Why? All because of that woman?”

Goku began to nod, then shook his head. “No, I suppose not.” He sniffed again. “But that’s the main problem. I just feel…tired…and alone. Don’t you ever feel that way?” Goku asked softly, his hands twisting nervously in front of him.

Vegeta stared downwards, his head tilting to the side slightly. He could suddenly recognize the pain and loneliness in Goku’s eyes. Why hadn’t he seen that before? He lazily ran his thumb down Goku’s cheek, tracing a silvery trail of tears down to his jaw. Goku’s eyes fluttered shut, his lips parting slightly as he leaned forward into the touch. Vegeta blinked, pulling his hand away quickly, his eyes wide with confusion. What the hell? He wasn’t only baffled by his own actions, but by Goku’s. Goku’s eyes stayed closed for a few seconds after he had removed his finger, then fluttered back open to slowly crawl up his stomach, chest, neck and finally stopping to peer into Vegeta’s shocked eyes.

Vegeta swallowed. “Kakarotto…” He fumbled for words, not even sure what he had planned to say. Fresh tears spilled from Goku’s eyes to trail down his cheeks, and Vegeta found himself being drawn in by those dark never ending pools of ebon that held more emotion than Vegeta was capable of ever showing. One hand still softly stroked Goku’s obsidian spikes, his fingers raking through the surprisingly soft strands. Goku’s head tilted downwards, his face nuzzling into Vegeta’s stomach, his hands lifting to grasp Vegeta’s hips.

Vegeta shuddered softly, a small gasp parting his lips as Goku lowered himself closer to the ground, his face moving down the prince’s stomach. Both hands were now in Goku’s hair, gripping softly as his mind spun at the sudden erotic move made by the taller saiyan.

Goku’s mouth opened as he slid down Vegeta’s stomach, his lips resting against the hard knob at Vegeta’s groin; a soft moan from above him encouraged him, and soon he was running his lips up and down the hardened length still encased in Vegeta’s tight pants.

“Kakarotto….no…” Vegeta finally managed, hesitantly pushing the man’s face away from his crotch. He took a deep breath and squared his shoulders slightly. “You are tired…confused. You don’t want this, believe me. It’s better this stops now, understood?” He forced out, abandoning the softness he had used earlier for his normal hardened tone. Goku stared up at him, eyes narrowing; the tears were gone now, and Vegeta was almost disappointed. He had looked so beautiful with the shiny trails down his cheeks…What the fuck am I thinking?! I was right to stop this…it has gone too far, it’s beginning to make me think strangely. He watched in silence as Goku stood slowly, and nodded to himself as he noticed Goku’s form straight and tall rather than slumped as it had been earlier. Making the first move, he walked over to the door and opened it, then stood, holding it open as a hint for the man to leave. Goku stood with his back to him for what seemed like minutes before he turned, his face blank. Slowly he walked forward, pausing in the doorway, his hand lifting to rest on the lip of the door. Vegeta waited, thinking he was about to say something, when the door was suddenly ripped from Vegeta’s fingers as it slammed shut.

Goku turned towards him, reaching over to lock the door, his eyes meeting Vegeta’s and holding them. After recovering from his confusion, Vegeta scowled. “What the hell are you doing, Kakarotto? Can’t you take a hint?” He growled, reaching for the lock. Goku’s hand was quicker, and caught it before it reached the door.

“Yes. I can, Vegeta. That’s why I’m doing this.” Goku said softly, yanking him forward by his hand so that he crashed head long into Goku’s chest; Before he could recover, a hand lifted his chin, Goku’s face descending quickly to capture Vegeta’s lips with his own. Vegeta’s eyes grew wide, nearly crossing at the closeness of his rival’s face; soft fleshy lips moved softly against his own, a hint of wetness brushing across them as Goku’s tongue darted out gently. A soft sound escaped his throat, his eyes rolling back before his own lips parted; half of Vegeta’s mind screamed to control himself, the other half was wanting to blissfully ignore the other half and enjoy this new taste…this new sensation that was completely blocking all his senses.

Vegeta finally pulled away slightly, breaking the kiss; both saiyan’s stood with their eyes closed, mouths partially open as they caught their breath. Vegeta’s eyes slid open slowly, a look of confusion filling his features as he took a step backwards. “Kakarotto, this has to stop…” he paused, his eyes closing briefly as he attempted to quell his sudden arousal. “I don’t know why you’re doing this, but…” strong hands landed upon his shoulders and he was forced to stop, his eyes opening to meet those of Goku’s.

“Vegeta…” Goku started, his voice soft, almost a whisper. His eyes were dark and inky, his head tilted downward, eyes lifted to gaze dangerously to the man below him. “I won’t leave. I cannot.”

Vegeta stared at him, uncomprehending. “What do you mean, you cannot?” Vegeta asked, frowning.

“I…cannot. This is where I belong, Vegeta. With you. You are the only one who makes me happy, even when you make me unhappy. You are my other half; the only other person like me left. You cannot push me away, Vegeta; you are my last hope to return to happiness…to stay sane. I will not leave. Not this time.” The last words of the sentence were whispered fiercely into Vegeta’s ear as Goku leaned into him. “Vegeta…do not let this black hole envelope me….please…”

*******

I am lost in the darkness
Between two worlds and here I'm struggling
You're the light that I've been seeking
'Cause my whole life there's been something missing

Vegeta stared unbelievingly into wet obsidian orbs that pleaded with him; but for what? He had certainly heard Goku’s small speech, but couldn’t quite comprehend the words. What is that fool getting at? He can’t seriously mean…"Kakarotto…have you any idea what you are saying?!" He asked incredulously.

Long strong arms looped themselves around Vegeta’s body before he could step out of the way and his angry exclamation was cut short by velvet tiers brushing against his own. His heart began to hammer painfully in his chest when his lips were parted by the taller man’s tongue, his own slippery appendage pressing forward to rub itself sensually against the other. His hands slid up Goku’s arms until they rested against the man’s shoulders where he squeezed the muscle there, delighting in the feel of the rippling flesh…flesh so much like my own…

Only you
Can make me whole
Just one touch
And you complete me
Only you
Can make me whole
Just one touch
And you complete me

Goku moaned into the kiss, his cock swelling as Vegeta’s small body pressed up against his own, their tongues beginning to dance against each other with soft erotic strokes. The other man’s touch sent shockwaves through his body and as those soft royal hands caressed his skin, he knew that this was right, it was meant to be.

All those years of hiding the truth, of suppressing his feelings were over. He had felt the importance of their relationship early on, felt the pangs of desire; but he had doused that fire the best he could, as he was a married man…a man…well, that was another problem. He was in love with a man, and one that hated him to boot; Goku had felt helpless against the odds of his desired mate, so he had given up on believing he would ever have a chance. Now, his relationship with his wife had crumbled, his home life was terrible, and who was with him, comforting him? Vegeta…the only person he loved in such a way…the only person that could pull him out of the agonizing misery he had let overtake him.

"Vegeta…" Goku whispered into Vegeta’s ear after he had broken the long sweet kiss. His lips trailed over the soft, sensitive skin of the man’s ear, invoking a ragged sigh from him. Vegeta’s eyes cracked open as he turned to face Goku, his eyes searching the man’s face.

"Kakarotto." He said softly, simply; he lifted his hand to stroke it over Goku’s face, following the small laugh lines around his eyes and mouth with detached interest. ‘What in Kami’s name am I doing?’ He thought, idly running his hand through the man’s tousled spikes. ‘This is so wrong, but I can’t seem to help myself. I feel…drawn to him; I don’t remember ever feeling this way before.’

Rescue me from this black hole
That sucked me in and left my dying
You're the truth that I've been seeking
'Cause my whole life I've been lying

Pulling Vegeta to the floor, Goku twisted, pinning the smaller man under him, their mouths meeting in a passionate kiss; his hand lifted to caress Vegeta’s cheek as he pressed himself downwards, their lengths rubbing together, making them both cry out.

"Vegeta, I want you so bad…please…" Goku whispered before resuming the kiss. He hardly noticed as the prince below him froze. Goku’s hands continued downwards, stroking the man’s thighs that were to either side of his own hips.

"Kakarotto! Get off me!" Vegeta growled suddenly, small hands pushing against his chest roughly. Goku looked down, confused.

"B..but, Vegeta…" He began softly.

"No! Get off! NOW!" Vegeta screamed, sitting upwards, making Goku stumble off of him and to the side. Goku looked at him, a hurt expression covering his features. Vegeta scowled. "Get that look off of your face before I slap it off, baka! This is NOT going to happen.." he paused, suddenly looking confused. "It…it can’t happen." He said in a more softer tone, meeting Goku’s eyes hesitantly. "Just leave it at that." He began to stand.

Goku was nearly choking on tears, but held them back; he had done enough crying today, more than he had ever done. What had happened? Vegeta had seemed to be enjoying himself, Goku was sure of it. Anger exploded within him. "Dammit, Vegeta! Don’t be so vague. If there’s a reason you’re not letting this go any further, then at least tell me why!" he said, pulling Vegeta back forcefully, so that he fell right into Goku’s lap.

"No! I don’t have to tell you anything!" Vegeta growled, trying to scramble off of Goku’s lap. Goku growled back, his arms clamping themselves around Vegeta tightly. He then fell back, bringing both of them back to the floor, turning and squirming slightly to pin the prince once again.

"Vegeta…don’t you understand how much…how much I need you?" Goku asked softly, his eyes full of sadness. A stray ebony spike was smoothed back from his forehead by Vegeta’s hand before he spoke.

"Kakarotto…I don’t know why you suddenly feel this way…" he was interrupted by Goku’s interjection.

"No! This isn’t a sudden thing! I…I’ve felt this way for a while, but I made myself ignore it because I thought it was wrong; and I knew it would hurt others around us." He said, his tone turning desperate. "Please Vegeta, please…"

Vegeta closed his eyes and shook his head, trying to block out the pleading look that was beginning to melt his chilled heart. "No…" he paused, then opened his eyes. "I will not give myself to you, Kakarott…I cannot, you have to understand this. It is not the way…" he paused as Goku whimpered softly, the man’s face burying itself into his neck. He swallowed audibly, then continued. "I am attracted to you, Kakarotto, I will not deny it. But I will not allow you to take me…my pride will not allow it, do you understand me?" He growled, pushing against Goku, who had went limp on top of him.

Only you
Can make me whole
Just one touch
And you complete me
Only you
Can make me whole
Just one touch
And you complete me

Goku stilled, his eyes opening slowly. He breathed Vegeta’s scent in deeply, moaning softly and a jolt of pleasure shot through his belly. He pressed his arousal against Vegeta’s thigh, then lifted his head with a small smile. Vegeta’s eyes widened as Goku’s hardness poked him in the leg, and was about to start screaming and shouting before Goku’s head dipped downwards again, a trail of wetness streaking up his throat to his ear as the taller man licked him. Sharp pearly teeth captured the sensitive skin of his earlobe and bit down, making Vegeta gasp, his member growing hard at the pain and pleasure combined.

"Vegeta…" Goku whispered into the prince’s ear, his voice heavy with arousal. "I should have been more clear. I never expected you to allow that." Goku brushed his lips up Vegeta’s ear, his tongue darting out to taste his prince’s sweet-salty skin.

Vegeta stared upwards at the ceiling of the gravity room, trying to comprehend the younger saiyan’s words. If he wasn’t expecting him to submit, what the hell was it that Goku wanted? Vegeta shook his head then tipped his chin downwards to flash a puzzled glance at Goku, who was whimpering quietly while rubbing himself against Vegeta’s thigh. Goku’s heavily lidded eyes opened to meet those of Vegeta’s. It was obvious that the prince wasn’t getting the hint; His arousal so thick it had become painful, Goku was slightly agitated. He finally gave up and just dove in, and hopefully he wouldn’t scare Vegeta away.

Vegeta gasped as pain burst from his scalp as both of Goku’s hands fisted into his chestnut locks; Goku pulled himself up so that he lay eye to eye with the prince, his lips just a breath away from Vegeta’s. Vegeta could feel the small panting breaths of the other man as they breezed lightly against his engorged lips. He knew Goku was in a heavy state of arousal, and it made Vegeta even more aroused.

"Dammit Vegeta.." Goku moaned, his hands clenching tightly in the other man’s hair. His lips brushed Vegeta’s in a caress. "Fuck me…" he whispered against the silken lips, his breaths coming faster as his body trembled with excitement. "Surely I’m good enough for you…I want to be yours…to be with you forever." He paused, his voice very faint as he tipped his head back, a small bead of sweat running down the side of his face. "Make me whole…"

God I pray you find me worthy
Of the right to stand beside you
And of your truth and of your passion
Of the right to sleep beside you

Vegeta sputtered loudly, staring up into Goku’s passion-filled eyes with shock. "Kakarotto…you can’t mean this. You…are you serious?" He asked in almost a whisper. Sex was one thing, but what Goku was asking for…that was…commitment. The thought of spending the rest of his life with someone…someone saiyan, was pleasing to the Prince, but…’This is Kakarotto we’re talking about, here, BAKA!’ Vegeta berated himself silently. A scowl began to crease his brow. "Why, Kakarotto, do you think I would want to spend the rest of my life with you? Be committed to you? You know I can’t stand you most of the time! You must be daft, that’s all there is to it." He said snidely, pushing up on Goku’s chest just enough for him to be able to cross his arms. ‘But why didn’t you push him away?’ His inner voice asked him with a certain amount of amusement.

Goku stared down at him, a hurt look flashing through his eyes. Then he smiled softly. "Vegeta…whether or not you realize it, you are already committed to me…and have been for years, just as I have been committed to you."

Vegeta frowned, opening his mouth to disprove the man’s statement, then froze, his eyes wandering off to the side as he thought. Goku was right, in a way, he had been committed to him. In one way or another, anyway. It may have been commitment to beat the man down any chance he got, or commitment to prove himself to the other saiyan, but it was, after all, a strange kind of commitment. "Kakarotto, I won’t disagree, but this is a whole different kind of commitment, and…" He was stopped by a low growl above him.

Goku’s lips crushed down upon Vegeta’s in a vicious kiss, his tongue snaking out to mate with the saiyan prince’s. Vegeta hesitated only a second before kissing him back twice as hard, ravishing the other man’s mouth hard enough for their teeth to crack against each other. Goku pulled away, swiftly panting against Vegeta’s lips, his eyes flashing with fire as he gazed down at the older saiyan.

"Now…don’t tell me you don’t want me, Vegeta." He began, his voice sinking to a low throaty whisper. "And don’t tell me you wouldn’t like to see me beneath you, crying out your name…over and over and over again." By the end of Goku’s statement, his voice was barely a hiss.

Vegeta groaned, thrusting upwards against Goku, his body in torment by the arousing visions Goku’s words had created. With a growl, his legs wrapped themselves around Goku’s thighs before he twisted them both, rolling them until he was above the larger man.

Only you
Can make me whole
Just one touch
And you complete me
Only you
Can make me whole

Within seconds both men were stripped of their clothing, sweat streaked forms entwined around each other in a lover’s embrace. They kissed long and hard, their tongues wrestling just outside of their lips, twisting and lapping at one another with frenzied lust. Vegeta growled and grabbed Goku by his throat, lifting the man’s head up off the floor to come eye to eye with him. The younger man made a small choking noise, but aside from that, was silent as he stared with pleasure-hazed eyes into the eyes of his prince. Vegeta snarled, his voice a grating whisper.

"You want me to fuck you? Is that what you want, Kakarotto?" Goku didn’t bother answering; instead he raised his legs, his bent knees grasping Vegeta’s hips, pressing the man forward slightly. Vegeta again snarled, this time thrusting forward, entering the taller saiyan in one swift move, plunging deeply and savagely into the unprepared body. Goku arched as he screamed, hands fisting tightly into the back of Vegeta’s hair.

Vegeta didn’t stop at the painful assault on his hair but instead lifted Goku’s hips and slammed into him, seating himself deeply within the other man, marveling at the emotion that rolled off of Goku in waves, emotions Vegeta could sense very clearly, as if they were his own.

Goku moaned, his hips jerking forward, legs tightening around Vegeta’s waist as he marveled at the pleasure-pain the smaller man created with his fast, savage movements. Goku’s nails dug into the soft flesh of Vegeta’s scalp, managing to rip a few fur-like hairs out at the same time; Goku had never felt so complete, so filled. Vegeta panted softly in his ear, the prince’s tongue snaking out to lick at the sensitive skin just below it.

"Auhhn….Kakarotto…I…." Vegeta whispered, his hand falling between them to grasp Goku’s erection. He began stroking it hard and fast, his pants turning to grunts when his hips gained momentum, slamming into Goku with the same lustful enthusiasm he used on the battlefield. "I…have wanted you…for so long….annn…!"

Goku shivered as Vegeta’s lips brushed his ear as he spoke, the man’s words making him smile softly against the sweat glistening shoulder. Pleasure lanced through his body like jagged streaks of lightning, Vegeta’s hard thrusts and words of desire making the taller saiyan lose himself in pleasure overload.

"V…vegeta…oh Kami, yes…Vegeta…VEGETA!!!!!!" He screamed, his back arching against Vegeta’s smaller form as his mind and body exploded as one. At the sound of Goku’s cry of ecstasy, Vegeta threw all his weight into the man in one final vicious thrust before his own hoarse cry rang out, his cock bursting inside the other man, his ejaculate filling Goku and bursting out around Vegeta’s cock to splatter on the floor below. Vegeta rocked back and forth lazily a few more times, his eyes closed tightly as his orgasmic bliss began to fade.

Goku’s let his face roll to the side, his body weak and tired from the prince’s impetuous lovemaking. He felt a hand stroke his cheek, soft lips pressing against his in a delicate kiss. He opened his eyes a crack, staring up at his prince…his strong, beautiful prince; he frowned softly as Vegeta pinned him with a penetrating gaze, a small smirk lifting one side of his mouth.

"You are mine, now, Kakarotto, and I am yours. Don’t ever forget that."

Just one touch
And you complete me
Just one touch
And you complete me
Just one touch
And you complete me
Just one touch
And you complete me

THE END

Song: "You Complete Me" by Stabbing Westward