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Shattered Pride Chapter 1 - Conflict By chibi_vegeta He could only curl up tightly into a ball in the darkest corner of his room, the back of the closet, the door barely ajar. He shook, the need for control making his skin jump and twitch, he rasped for breath, grasping at the last thread of his sanity. Oh how it hurt. This thing that clawed inside him, it rode his body like a demon with hot spurs, only a battered and bruised wall of proud self-discipline stood between himself and utter madness. He began chanting softly to himself trying to distract the howling need. The single word mantra echoed inside his mind as well, letting his body slowly relax, each muscle loosening imperceptibly. He was still strung too tight, still felt as though his skin would simply ignite if he moved too quickly, but it was better. Until the memories started again, a soft cry was strangled in his throat, he struggled to suppress his ki. *** It had just been a game, the bakayaro had been trying to piss him off, or so Vegeta had thought. He wasn't sure how it had actually begun, seemingly a routine sparring session, they met every week and usually spent most of a day wearing themselves and the landscape into new shapes. But this time it had been different, Kakarrot had ended up with a hard edge all around him, an almost desperate air, and had become unusually aggressive when he realized he was making no headway against the prince's defenses. They'd traded blows, kicks and punches, ki blasts, it had been no-holds-barred. And still Goku had not been able to get the upper hand. Vegeta had seen how tired the other was, as he was himself, but he was determined never to be second anyone ever again. He'd worked so hard, he'd been so proud of himself, he had glowed with triumph. The Ouji had sneered then, and mocked him, "What's wrong Kakarrot? Have you finally realized you will have to kneel to me?" The saiya-jin prince had known their power was closely matched, too close to tell apart really, but something drove him on for that last humiliation, that final barb. That's when he'd seen the smirk on Kakarrot's face, and the rage. "I'll have you kneeling to ME Vegeta!" he had snarled. The prince blinked, suddenly realizing what the expression on Kakarrot's face was; the gleam of sharp canines, the sly look of the hunter. Something had pushed Kakarrot to the edge of his patience and he decided to teach the saiya-jin no ouji a little lesson. Exactly how was the only question. If the prince was beaten to a pulp he would only come back stronger, to his own advantage, thus Vegeta had nothing to lose by taunting him. Dark eyes gleamed with mischief, and something else. Kakarrot decided not to wound Vegeta's body, but rather to go where it counted. His pride. He eyed the wary prince for a moment, considering how to bend his ouji's will to his own. Knowing what he himself wanted, not really caring what Vegeta wanted at that moment, if he was opposed to it then so much the better, he would have what he desired and the 'lesson' would hit that much harder. His lips curled in a feral sneer as he grinned, his plan coalescing into tactic, and just as suddenly reverted to the happy-go-lucky Goku. Vegeta paled as he saw the expression that crossed the larger saiya-jin's face, a shaft of apprehension crawled up the ouji's spine. This was the first time Vegeta had seen his full potential, had seen into the eyes of the predator he was born to be. The ouji caught himself about to crouch defensively at nothing more than the light in the man's eyes, but just as before he could get a full look at the saiya-jin behind the false chikkyu-jin, the mask had fallen firmly into place. Vegeta's jaw dropped, he had seen it! He KNEW it! Had always suspected that the larger saiya-jin had been hiding something all along. Now he'd seen it happen, he had watched the calculations in the back of the man's mind and he'd seen whatever plan it was unfurl across his thoughts, and then it was gone! Gone behind that saccharine smile. "Hey Vegeta," Goku rubbed one large hand through his unruly spikes, "sorry about that, you've gotten really strong, guess I underestimated you. Hehe!" Vegeta could only scowl at him, folding his arms, wincing as a torn muscle protested. "Hn! Yes I guess you did Kakarrot." There was a moment of awkward silence between them. "Well I guess I'll be going Vegeta," he hovered close and offered his hand, "see you next week." Vegeta grunted and extended his own hand, eyes widening as he was suddenly jerked forward, Kakarrot pressing a hard kiss to his mouth. The bakayaro then turned and grinned that idiot's smile at him and pressed two fingers to his forehead, disappearing. Vegeta was so dumbstruck he almost didn't notice the ripple of heat that passed over his skin, almost. The Saiya-jin no Ouji was left gritting his teeth in fury. "What the FUCK was that!? KAKARROT!!!" The next time they'd met everything had seemed to be normal, at first. They had begun with simple strikes, moving across the flattened earth of their sparring ground, warming up. Over the next few hours they had slowly elevated their fighting fury until they'd both powered up to Super Saiya-jin. Breathing hard, they'd flown at each other in a hail of fists and feet, the occasional ki blast leaving the ground rocking as it was dodged. The volley continued for long moments, until they'd both managed to grasp each others' fists. There was a hum and glow of power, both pushing harder, seeming to simply hover in the air though anyone close enough would be able to see the strain on their faces, hear the muffled grunts and the near inaudible sound of bones and joints creaking as they tested their strength against each other. Goku finally powered down, taking a few deep breaths, "I'd say that was a pretty good workout Vegeta." The saiya-jin prince simply crossed his arms, waiting a few seconds before releasing to his relaxed form, he would not show weakness, no matter how tired he was. It was then that he'd glanced over at Kakarrot from the corner of his eye, wary but lulled into security by the sound of their exhausted breaths. Kakarrot was simply drifting closer on the breeze, not even extending enough ki to hold himself in place. Vegeta closed his eyes and simply floated, letting his muscles relax, gritting his teeth at a few twinges as deep bruises protested. Sudden warm hands on his shoulders shocked him out of his distraction, he whirled, "What the hell are you doing Kakarrot!?" He almost took a defensive crouch before he stiffened his spine and folded his arms again, sneering to cover the nervous ripple of his skin. Goku's smile had only widened, his voice a little deeper as he came close again, "I just thought I would work the soreness out for you Vegeta." The saiya-jin prince scowled, his tail lashing behind him, betraying his agitation. He could not appear to be afraid of Kakarrot, he was still Saiya-jin no Ouji; he was tired and sore, there was no denying that, it showed in the bright colors blooming across his skin under the tattered sparring clothes. But he had no idea what motivated the larger saiya-jin, why was he doing this? Vegeta refolded his arms and simply glowered, his thoughts scattered behind the stare, refusing to acknowledge the tingle lingering where the other man had touched. Goku saw the prince's silence for what it was; complete confusion. Knowing the prince was entangled in his own thoughts for a moment Goku took advantage, drifting slowly lower, watching as Vegeta unconsciously followed. They touched down and Vegeta's voice snapped, "Why?" Goku's grin widened as he stalked close to the ouji, "Because I want to touch you Vegeta," his voice nearly purred. Vegeta clamped down on his tongue and stared, clearing his throat, "Why the hell would you want to do that Kakarrot?" Goku's hands slipped around his shoulders and Vegeta stiffened, his tail bristling, touch was not something he was familiar or comfortable with, no matter how good it might feel. Goku's fingers dug into sore muscle and kneaded firmly, Vegeta swallowed back a purr, struggling to keep the rush of blood from his face. Goku leaned over his shoulder and nipped the edge of his ear, "I want you Vegeta." There, he'd said it, and though the words were true he was hoping the prince wouldn't come easily, Goku really did have something to prove. His hands stroked slowly over stiffened shoulders, he almost laughed at Vegeta's reaction. ~I guess you don't always need the dragonballs to make wishes come true.~ "I want you Vegeta." The words echoed back through Vegeta's mind, stunning him enough that he simply stared into space for long seconds, a long denied part of him suddenly surging up and howling its approval. The saiya-jin prince felt his entire body tighten as sharp teeth raked over his ear, a yearning so strong, so unfamiliar. He snarled defensively, utterly overwhelmed, he had no idea how to respond. He reached instinctively for his anger, tearing himself away and turning to snap at the other saiya-jin. "Get the hell away from me Kakarrot!!", he brought up a curled fist, "What makes you think that you can have anything you want? What makes you think you can have ME?!" The feral chuckle from Goku's chest was completely saiya-jin, the sound made Vegeta's tail coil tightly around his own thigh, this time he did find himself crouching. "Because I'm still stronger than you Vegeta," the larger man's black eyes seemed to get even darker, "it's time to move on to the next level, Vegeta." The purr in the larger saiya-jin's voice deepened as he repeated the name. Sable brows drew together, Vegeta was unable to resist the lure, "What next level Kakarrot? What the hell are you talking about?" Goku grinned at him, canines flashing, "I'll prove it Vegeta," he was nearly purring though his voice sounded almost menacing, "we may be just as strong physically, but this battle isn't about physical strength." Vegeta sneered, "Well I doubt you can 'have' me if you can't 'make' me, Kakarrot." The ouji found himself wanting to think the other man an idiot, but he couldn't, not with that steely tone in his voice and the suddenly intense gleam in his eyes. Now was not the time to underestimate this always unpredictable saiya-jin, he resumed his upright stance, folding his arms and glaring. Goku was unmoved, in fact his smirk seemed to widen, he lifted two fingertips to his forehead and vanished. Vegeta blinked, then huffed, just as he was about to relax the air shimmered in front of him and they were suddenly nose to nose. A wet tongue flicked out to trace across Vegeta's lower lip, Goku's voice purring down his spine causing his tail to fluff, "I will 'make' you Vegeta," strong fingers tugged at the ouji's scalp, "I will 'make' you want it Vegeta," the voice stroked his ears as surely as the hand sliding down over his stomach, he was frozen into place by the rush of sensation. Goku slowly traced the outlines of Vegeta's body through the tattered suit, "I'll make you beg for it…Vegeta" The saiya-jin prince grit his teeth at the promise held in the soft syllables of his name. There was a vicious tone to the words though, and Vegeta found himself reacting as he would to physical combat, drawing his already weary ki around him. Before he could fully power up Goku simply smirked at him, and vanished, again. For long moments he had twisted and turned, expecting an attack from any quarter. Once he realized that the other man was truly gone, Vegeta's rage burst around him, and he howled in pure frustrated fury. He refused to acknowledge the heat of his blood, the shortness of breath that could not be blamed on exertion. He straightened, scowling and heading back to his apartments at Capsule Corp., halfway there he burst into laughter. "That baka," he grinned viciously, "he can't think that I'm that crude can he?" He touched down on his bedroom balcony, stalking inside without missing a step. "I am Ouji Vegeta, I have control, I am a super saiya-jin!" He winced as he peeled out of the useless bodysuit and stepped under the hot spray of the shower, "HA!" he chuckled to himself as he scrubbed the soap roughly over his skin. He smirked at himself in the mirror as he dried, rubbing the towel through his spikes before shaking his head hard to free it of the extra water, leaving it to fall into it's natural pattern. His brows furrowed as he looked himself over, noting cuts and bruises, the blood washed free to leave him still sore and stinging in a dozen places. Vegeta scowled and looked closer in the mirror, making out the small red marks circling his shoulders. He hadn't even felt the pain, only a deep tingle at the warmth in those fingers, he snarled at himself as he fought off the return of that tingle. ~I will NOT!~ He turned from the mirror to stalk back into the bedroom, "I will not be susceptible to the crude advances of a third class!" The seduction began in earnest the next morning… Back to Guest Fiction Main Page / Chapter 2 |