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Shattered Pride Chapter 5 - Shattered By chibi_vegeta Goku could only blink in astonishment until, after a moment of confusion, he finally thought to seek Vegeta's ki. He scowled as the moment turned into minutes and he still couldn't locate the prince. His arousal was nearly unbearable, after having half stripped Vegeta's clothing from him, the strokes and caresses of his hands over the muscular body, the desire he'd sensed from the ouji: it all combined to set his needs on fire. "Kami dammit!" He snarled and took a deep breath. He had to calm himself; if Vegeta was suppressing his ki, and Goku was sure this was the case, then it would be hard to find him unless his mind was completely clear. He took another breath and counted down, picturing the deep serenity of his forest home, and clearing all thoughts. There, there in the back of his mind was the spark of ki Goku recognized as being the prince's. It was singular to him, immutable and entirely familiar. The problem was, even though he knew Vegeta was alive and could still sense the confusion radiating from him, he could not pinpoint his location. With a grunt of frustration he began to pace back and forth, his tail snapping side to side. "Okay let's figure this out... If I were Vegeta where would I go?" He scowled and continued to pace, still mildly astonished that the prince had picked up on the technique he so favored. But had he really? The more he considered, the more Goku came to believe that it had been more of a reflex than a conscious move. That meant Vegeta could only have transmitted to someplace familiar, probably someplace he felt safe. Goku grinned and lifted two fingers to his forehead; there was only one place the prince could have gone... ***** Vegeta gasped as the grassy plain vanished, suddenly replaced with the familiar interior of the gravity room. Blinking around in confusion he wondered for a moment if he'd been training too hard and had simply hallucinated or knocked himself out and dreamed it all. But looking down, that faint hope vanished as he saw that his boots and gloves were gone and felt the cool brush of air at the base of his spine where his bodysuit was ripped. He didn't know what had happened and didn't really care at the moment. As instincts kicked in he knew he was still being hunted, knew he had to do something, his entire consciousness was focused on getting away. He didn't question why, he simply ran. He noted with a corner of his mind not preoccupied with going to ground that Capsule Corp. seemed to be deserted. He stumbled out of the gravity room and down the hallway, moving blindly, thoughts whirling and tumbling disjointedly. ~ hide..safe..please..Kakarrot..~ Slamming through the door to his room he tripped and fell as his feet tangled under him and smacked into the floor with a low desperate cry. The room was familiar, but too open, he had to find a better place. His blurred gaze caught a sliver of darkness; the closet door stood ajar, the small dark space calling to him, promising a safe den. He crawled forward on hands and knees, pushing the door just wide enough to allow him to slip into the shadowy embrace and burrowed to the back of the small space. Deaf to his own voice, blood rushing in his ears as his heart pounded, he could not hear the whispered mantra that fell from his lips. "Kakarrot...Kakarrot...Kakarrot.." **** As he appeared in the gravity room Goku knew he'd guessed right, he could smell the recent presence of the prince, a slightly spicy scent spiked with desire, adrenaline, and a slight tang of fear. It twined and curled within his senses, an intoxicating perfume. His eyes narrowed as he turned toward the door, intent on tracking down his prey. "Mmmm...mine..." Stepping into the corridor outside the gravity room he extended his senses, pinpointing the weaker ki of those in the building. Mr. and Mrs. Briefs seemed to be at the opposite end of the complex, no doubt tending to their horde of pets, Bulma was in the basement lab but moving upstairs. He frowned, it would not do to be interrupted at this point, even if she didn't want Vegeta for herself he was damned if anyone was going to interfere with his claiming of the prince. Vegeta's ki was still suppressed, but Goku knew where to find him. The slender saiya-jin had little to do with the goings on at Capsule Corp., he used it as a place to train, eat, and sleep. Nothing more held him there. The burly fighter's lips twitched into a smirk, he knew exactly where Vegeta would be. He hurried down the corridor and around a corner, intent on the room at the end of the hall. Vegeta's room. Anticipation lanced through him, his eyes narrowing with intent as he concealed his own ki and stalked silently over the thick carpet toward his goal. **** As long minutes ticked by Vegeta's body slowly began to relax, though it would have been imperceptible to any onlooker. He curled into a shivering ball, whispery chant nearly inaudible as he struggled to gain control over his body, and harder still, his mind. Need clawed at his groin, deepest longing digging a deep pit in his middle, skin tingling with recent touch and remembered. Kami he'd never felt this before, didn't know how to handle it, this burning yawning ache coiled tightly in his gut. His chest hitched with shallow panting breaths, his skin flushed with the rush of blood through him. His thoughts stumbled and whirled, remembered glimpses of his rival vying with purely fanciful ones. Images of the sculpted body over him, the hard hands touching and caressing, taut muscle under satin skin. Ebon eyes glittered with sly hunger on the canvas of his imagination, the usually high-pitched and overly cheery voice dropping into the soft breathy growl of a predator. Vegeta twisted, nearly sobbing as both body and mind conspired against the crumbling wall of pride within, his eyes clenched tightly shut as his teeth ground together. If only he could wait it out he was sure the torment would recede. He tried to take deeper, more steadying, breaths. His lips still moved around the forgotten mantra. "Kakarrot...Kakarrot...Kakarrot..." **** The door to the prince's bedroom swung open soundlessly, Goku's hand splayed just above the knob. The flicker of ki was more apparent here, he could feel it glimmering at the back of his mind, Vegeta had to be here. Stepping into the oddly messy room, Goku's eyes flicked around in search of the prince. Clothing lay strewn about the floor, the bed was unmade, blankets trailing over the end. Lips quirking, the burly saiya-jin realized it had been only a few hours since they'd both been here. He could just barely make out the combination of their scents underlaying the room. But the ouji was nowhere to be seen. **** Vegeta's breath caught as he felt the air shift ever so slightly, the hair on the nape of his neck prickled and lifted, dilated eyes darting to the sliver of light from the bedroom. Hardly daring to breathe, he huddled tighter into the corner, entirely unaware as his lips continued to move in the ever more manic chant. He was here. Kakarrot. **** Goku's eyes narrowed, he knew Vegeta was here, somewhere. But where? The prince of saiya-jins would hardly crawl under the bed, but Goku bent down and checked anyway. He knew the other was hiding, but could be felt so close. In the still, as he paused to think, there was the most minute of sounds. Something that would be inaudible to anything but a saiya-jin or perhaps a namekian, something that just barely brushed across his senses. "...Kakarrot...Kakarrot...Kakarrot..." His gaze fell on the closet door and the sliver of darkness. **** Curled as tightly as possible, muscles trembling and jumping, his breath hitching in and out, Vegeta clung to the dark corner. So wrapped in his struggle between body and mind, he didn't at first heed the lightening of shadows as the door to his hiding place swung slowly open. He was too busy with the low chant falling from his lips, the twitch of his nose in response to rich scent went at first unnoticed. However, there was no missing or denying the strong, rough fingers that wrapped around his bare ankle and hauled him into the light. The lament from his lips tore forth in a shriek as he lunged at his predator in a last ditch effort to defend himself. "KAKARROT!!!" Goku caught him as the prince launched an awkward attack, the yowl of his name both surprising and somehow fitting, and wrapped his arms tightly around the feverish body. Wild kicks and punches either missed entirely or had little power behind them. The brawny fighter ran his nose along the sweaty neck and purred. He had finally broken through the wall of indifferent pride. Here was Vegeta in his most primal form; unthinking, running on pure instinct. His heart thudded with excitement. With a single sharp thump of his fist to the prince's jaw he rendered the writhing form unconscious. "Vegeta?" Bulma's voice rang out from down the hall. "You're not destroying my house again are you!?" Goku growled. Of all the kami-damned timing! Well this time he was not going to be denied. He gathered the prince close, and lifted fingers to his forehead. "Vegeta?" Bulma gazed around the empty room, hands on hips, growling in frustration at the tumbled bed and scattered clothing. "What a pig..." 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