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Beauty of the Beast Chapter 1 By chibi_vegeta He had given himself a week. A week to consider his options, to make his plans. A week to question himself; was this really what he wanted. The answer had always come back with a resounding yes. He didn't often question his motives, through experience he had learned that his instincts were his best ally in life, but this time was different and he knew it. Knew it would change his life. The decision made, he never looked back. It was his way, to consider and rationalize beforehand, to then allow his instincts to guide him. ~Damn, if only you weren't so beautiful to look at~ Vegeta watched his sparring partner from across the space of the gravity chamber. ~If only I didn't want you so badly~ It had been an hours long workout but neither seemed to be overly tired. The light in the room was murky, the very air itself seeming weighed beyond its own strength, gravity set at a steady 500g. "Ready to call it a day Vegeta?" Goku wiped a wrist cuff across his eyes. "Hn! Baka. How can you be ready to quit already Kakarrot?" Vegeta straightened his stance and folded his arms. "You can't be that tired." "Well I'm not, not really." Goku grinned across at the prince. "It's just that we don't seem to be getting anywhere. Nothing against you, but I'm getting bored." Vegeta frowned and considered that. He had felt the same thing, a strange sort of plateau, it chafed at him to think he was reaching his maximum. "Well why do you think that is Kakarrot?" Vegeta's scowl was turned inward; unconsciously the two began to drift toward each other, oblivious to the hum and pull of the machinery around them. "Huh?" Goku blinked, ~Whoa! Vegeta is asking my opinion instead of telling me? I wonder if he's sick~ "Uhm well," the larger saiya-jin's brows drew together as well. "we know that I am still one level above you…" Vegeta scowled as Goku left the implication hanging; "You are NOT above me Kakarrot!" He cuffed the other man lightly in the back of the head. "My skills versus your strength. We are equals." "Oww!" Goku rubbed the back of his skull though the slap hadn't even left a sting. ~Well, if he's sick, he's not THAT sick~ He blinked, ~or maybe he is, he just called us equals~ "Wow Vegeta! Did you just call me your equal?" Goku grinned at the smaller but quicker warrior. Vegeta scowled and folded his arms, a soft "Hn" his only response. Goku only grinned his idiot smile at the man, enjoying how annoyed Vegeta always got. They drifted within inches of each other, neither seeming conscious of their proximity. Neither seeming to. Internally Vegeta was excruciatingly aware of the other man; the thrum of his power, the slight heat radiating from his cooling skin, the sweat and musk scent of him. Vegeta abruptly jerked himself from his musings, backing away to a safer distance. "Why are you bored Kakarrot?" "What do you mean Vegeta?" Goku frowned lightly, noting that the smaller man had pulled away a little. "You don't bore me Vegeta." The saiya-jin no ouji wondered briefly why the man used his name so much, it was distracting in a pleasant sort of way, to know one was at the focus of another's attention. "Hn. Well that's good to know Kakarrot," Vegeta smirked lightly, "but I meant why are you bored by our training." He fought to tear his gaze from the sculpted man as he drifted down and peeled out of his shirt, taking up a towel and rubbing it over his body. Goku had moved to power down the chamber, dragging his own shirt over his head and tossing it aside. He grabbed a bottle of water from the cooler and twisted the top off, still thinking about Vegeta's question as he dumped half of it over his head and chest. ~sweet kami!~ The prince's tongue lapped at his lips as he watched the water splashing over the younger man's skin, trailing in small rivulets between the curves of muscled flesh. Vegeta hoped the flush of blood from their workout was enough to cover the blush he knew was staining his cheeks. ~you really are going to be the death of me Kakarrot~ "Well I dunno, Vegeta." Goku looked over at him apologetically as he took up his own towel and began rubbing it over his spiked hair. "Not to hurt your feelings or anything but this room gets pretty old after a while. And there's nothing but the gravity really, to fight against, since we are so close in power." "Hmn." Vegeta mused for a few moments, "you are right Kakarrot." He nearly laughed at the look of disbelief on the other saiya-jin's face. "We need to get away from here." Goku was too stunned at first by the fact that Vegeta had agreed with him to understand the rest of his words. They slowly sunk in. "Ah no, Vegeta" he paused to look at his ouji. "I can't go off-planet. I can't leave Gohan and Goten now, not after what happened to Chi-Chi." Chi-Chi had finally snapped. The Cell Games had left her a complete wreck, even after Goku had agreed to come home. Goten's birth had seemed to shake her out of it for a while but she had slipped back into her own little world. She had refused to let Goku or Gohan train at all, and swearing that she would kill them herself before allowing them to come anywhere near Goten. That had been the final straw for Goku, he had borne up under her needs for long enough, now she was becoming dangerous to them. He had reluctantly agreed that she needed some peace and quiet and that maybe it would finally bring her around. She was sent to the best hospital to be found, courtesy of Bulma, and spent most of her days smiling vapidly at the landscape and muttering. "Not off-planet baka!" Vegeta folded his arms and huffed, "that's a waste of time," he bit his lip to keep from licking it as he watched the other man. "I meant here, well not HERE," he waved a hand at the room. He snorted at the expression of dawning understanding on the other man's face. "Ohhh," Goku grinned at him, "I see, someplace besides the gravity room." "Duh." Vegeta shook his head, ~baka, why do you seem so stupid? I know you're not~ He turned away and gathered up his things, moving toward the door. "I know just the place Kakarrot." Goku paused, then rushed to collect his shirt and discarded boots, sucking at the remainder in the water bottle. "You do? Cool, where is it?" "Be here in the morning and I'll take you there." Vegeta tossed a glance over his shoulder and went into the house, leaving Goku to find his own way home. "Well bye to you too…" Goku grinned and shook his head. *** Vegeta spent the remainder of his day flying back and forth from Capsule Corp, not wanting to rouse Bulma's curiosity by requesting an aircar. He nearly skipped dinner, blinking in surprise when the woman asked him if he was feeling ok. "Why would I be sick onna?" Vegeta scowled as she pressed her wrist to his forehead. He supposed she felt the need to mother everyone since Trunks had been born. They were not "together", never really had been, despite the assumptions of their associates. It was, as Mirai Trunks had said, "a passion kind of thing." They had been a distraction for one another, a curiosity. Once the novelty had worn off each had gone their own ways, closer, friendlier, but not together. They had both gained from it; Vegeta a son to train, an heir, Bulma a child to cherish and teach. Neither had regrets. "You haven't complained about your stomach yet Vegeta," Bulma pointed her finger at him when he pushed her wrist away. "and you've been flitting back and forth for who knows how long, something's up." She tried to stare him down, her own bright blue eyes no match for the glittering chips of ebony meeting them. Bulma nearly fainted when he simply agreed with her. "Hai, I have been busy." He folded his arms and failed to look at all regal when his stomach let out a rumbling moan. Without missing a beat, Vegeta turned on his heel and headed for the kitchen. "So is this meal of yours ready woman?" Bulma could only laugh and follow him, shaking her head and wondering what had gotten into him. Vegeta ate his meal in record time, barely maintaining any sense of dignity and looking more like Goku to his family than himself. "Uh dad?" Trunks watched in amazement over his own plate. Vegeta paused and looked at him over his glass as he drank deeply, rumbling a wordless response through his chest as he swallowed. "Mn?" "Are you ok dad? I mean, uh…" Trunks hesitated to question his father, but he was certainly acting strange in the young demi-saiya-jin's opinion. Distracted, as usual, but that angry edge seemed to be missing, 'tousan actually seemed…excited…about something. "I'm fine brat," Vegeta's scolding tone was belied by the half grin on his face. ~Why does everyone keep asking me that?~ "Why wouldn't I be?" He began wolfing back his food again. Trunks mumbled something about weirdness and started in on his own plate again, kicking his feet under the chair. It seemed only seconds afterward that Vegeta pushed himself away from the table and stood. "I am going away for a little while." He leaned against the countertop and folded his arms, watching their expressions change. Bulma blinked up in surprise, glass halfway to her mouth. "What? Why?" She frowned. "And where?" Trunks was looking at him with much the same expression, the questions easily readable in his innocent eyes. Vegeta ticked one finger off at a time, "One, you heard what I said. Two, I need to step up my training. And three, exactly where is my business." He tried to sound businesslike, he didn't want their curiosity to follow him. "You will be able to reach me by cell phone." Bulma regarded him for a moment, he was an enigma sometimes, that was what had initially fascinated her about him. "Ok, I can see that you don't want to talk about it, just so long as I can call you if I or Trunks needs you." Vegeta nodded and turned to go, casting that odd half-smile back over his shoulder at them. "Arigato Bulma." It was all he could do not to laugh at the shock on her face as he stepped through the door. *** He stretched out on the mattress and prepared to sleep, his fingers laced under his head. As he stared up at the dim ceiling his mind kept flicking over minor details, then distracting him from those details with images of his prey. A twist of nervous doubt made his stomach flutter. ~I will have you Kakarrot, I WILL! I must…~ He grit his teeth into the darkness, shifting restlessly as his imagination returned doggedly to the object of his desires. Anticipation of the coming days sent a flush of heat through his body, his hips again squirming against the sheets. His brows drew down as his eyes closed, his mind projecting decidedly hentai images of the younger saiya-jin. He trailed fingertips slowly down his sides, his back arching as his skin tightened. White teeth sunk into lush lower lip as fingers teased down over hips and upper thighs, arching fingers and scratching slowly back up. "Kakarrot" Images whirled through his mind, each one a study in sensation. Vegeta purred deeply as he wondered at the taste and feel of the other saiya-jin, his breath growing more labored as his hand closed around his ready heat. Vegeta swallowed a cry as he slowly began to stroke himself, it wasn't often he allowed this guilty pleasure, it wasn't often he needed to. But since the day he'd decided to make the younger warrior his own, the day he'd crushed that jinzuningen's head between his hands, he had slowly begun to catch fire. His imagination continued to tease him, conjuring up images of Kakarrot beneath him, beside him, above him. He shuddered as his fist pumped faster, his breath harsh in his throat. "Kak- ahhh- uhhn- rrrott" His hips bucked, the slickness from the tip of his cock spreading as he writhed in his own grip, a hot coil tightening low in his belly. He panted and ground down against the sheets, his free hand digging into them, leaving small rents in the fabric as he whimpered, "ohhhnnnegaiiii" A ripple of sensation flowed through him, making him shudder, his body twisting, seeking. His teeth bringing a flow of blood from his own lip, as a sudden bright flash of near pain sparked at the base of his spine, casting him over the edge. "H-hai!…HAI!" His hips bucked sharply, "K-K-Kakaahhrrrrrot!" The name was torn from his lips along with a shuddering gasp, his back arching as he released, the jet of hot wetness spattering across his chest. "Uhhhnnn…" Vegeta shivered lightly, still wrapped in a haze of pleasure, his fingers trailing slowly through the sticky essense on his chest. His half-closed eyes held a sparkle as he drew his wet fingers up and trailed them across his lips, his tongue flicking out to clean them. His eyes fluttered closed as sleep crept up and claimed him, his voice a bare whisper drowned out by a deep purr, "Kakarrot…" Back to Guest Fiction Main Page / Prologue / Chapter 2 |