A/N: Inspired by one Jewel song which shall remain unmentioned, Vegeta’s Japanese VA song: Love is Like a Ballad, Aerosmith, Evanescence, and Matchbox 20 songs. All of their songs. Except for Aerosmith. I like mostly 80’s Aerosmith. ^_^

 

Disclaimer: If I owned Dragonball Z, lemon and yaoi haters everywhere would hate me. Plus—I wouldn’t be trying to get a job at Target.

 

Even a Blind Man Can See

 

Sometimes, I just don’t understand him.

Maybe that’s a good thing. I have no idea. I’ve always needed to understand everything, and I was pretty sure I had him pinned. I could tell when he would get angry over something; I could tell how to goad him into a snort or snarl. Now…I stare into the eyes of a stranger.

He says that he does this to get back what he was. And maybe that’s my problem. I don’t know who he was. I didn’t think it was important. Who he was, is not who he is. I was wrong…. And—the results of thinking that way are not good. Not good at all.

He’s speaking again, and I hear his voice, hear an undertone that I thought long gone. Anger, hatred, loathing, pride, arrogance… They’re all there as if they had never left. But they did leave! I saw them go….

I mean, I didn’t. I was dead after all. In the Otherworld, training and fighting…having fun. And he’s been here…training and fighting…. But—he only had his Gravity Room…only had his son…. Trunks is great—but no where near Vegeta’s power level.

Huh. Never thought about that.

A blow cracks my head against the rock wall. He’s spitting mad now. He knows I wasn’t listening. Whoops.

Oh, I forgot to mention that, eh? He’s done this neat trick with his ki and bound me to the cliff wall. I’ve tested his ki; I can break it. But I don’t want to. I’m curious. Besides, we can’t release Buu if he’s just giving me love taps. I almost chuckle.

“What the hell are the laughing at, you fucking retard?”

Oops. Guess the almost wasn’t an almost. And boy is he mad. He’s really using the bad words. I decide saying nothing will be better than saying something. Right now a pissed Vegeta means my foot will get in my mouth no matter what I say.

He’s usually more talkative when I’m quiet anyways.

“Well, I am glad you find me so amusing, Kakarott. You can laugh in Hell!”

Okay, not what I wanted! And that ki ball in his hand is huge! “Wait!”

He pauses, a smirk on his face at imagined victory, his hand pulled back with a blinding ball of energy in it. “Begging for mercy?”

Kami, where did he get so arrogant—oh, Prince. Right. Ignoring his question, I plow forward. Might as well use an ace, eh? “What’s this really about?”

That surprises him. In fact, he’s so surprised the ki ball vanishes from his hand, though it’s still cocked back. “What the Hell are you talking about?”

I frown lightly. “What’s this really about, Vegeta? I know you’re a Prince. I know I became Super Saiyan before you. I know you want to be stronger and defeat me.”

His laugh interrupts me. And it’s that braying, cackling sound that grates against my nerves. “Defeat you? I want to kill you, Kakarott.”

My frown increases. “Fine. Kill me.

“I know what you used to be. But even you admitted that you were no longer that way…no longer that person.” Some of his words come back to me. “So no, I don’t understand, Vegeta. I don’t see why you’d want to be something you aren’t when you have a family. When you like it here.”

He blinks. It’s a long blink. The kind that is usually done with a gaping face, which he has. His arm falls to his side and he actually looks…confused. “What the hell do you care?”

Despite the look, his tone is as harsh as ever. Harsher in fact. I want to get rid of that tone. Kami, I can remember him just after Trunks beat Goten. He looked—it was a smile! I saw it. He smiled…and touched my shoulder…and joked. I know he did. I want that back.

“Of course I care, Vegeta! You’re my friend.”

That wasn’t the right answer. I’m reflecting this only as I manage to pry my face away from the rock face. And that wasn’t a love tap either. Not judging by the ringing in my ears and the blood trickling down my face from my nose. I hope he didn’t break it.

“You fucking piece of shit! I don’t want to be your damn friend! I don’t want a fucking family and I hate this planet! I hate living here, and I hate you! Do you hear me, you pathetic piece of shit? I hate you!”

I’m glaring at him, but it’s rather pointless with how I am. That word…the way he said it…was like a hiss and snarl. I didn’t like it.

I tense all my muscles. I’m going to break these rings, and I’m going to knock some sense into him. He’s just being stub—

And then he cups my face and makes sure my eyes are looking into his. And I jump. His hands underneath the torn gloves, un-calloused, smooth, are so—gentle. A complete and total contrast to his face. His eyes are intense, boring into me. I do what I do best. I stare back.

He sneers finally, a smirk that reminds me of the look he had on his face after he threw that blast into the crowd, after he’d killed all those people.

“You know what I’m going to do, Kakarott?” His hand tightens suddenly, forcing my jaw to remain closed. It hurts. “You know what I’m going to do after I kill you? I’m going to kill every one of your friends and family.” His smirk widens. “Oh definitely your family. Your wife, your two sons. Everyone you ever knew….

“Then I’m going to kill everyone else. All these people you worked so hard to protect. So hard you let yourself remain dead rather than come back to family and friends.

“Then I’m gong to blow up this planet. I’m going to leave little dust motes floating everywhere, Kakarott.” His grin turns to a flat line, emotionless, cold. It is so cold I almost shudder. He lets go of my face abruptly, shoving it to the side harshly. “It will be beautiful.”

I let out a scream, suddenly and forcefully, wasting no time, bunching my muscles and bringing my power to bear on the ki rings. I raise my power, screaming in half-agony, half-ecstasy as power floods me.

I can dimly feel the ground behind me crumbling to nothing, the ki rings disintegrating under my power...under the heat of it. I can sense my hair growing, lengthening and exploding down my back.

I can most especially see his surprise. I can feel it. It radiates off his body as he keeps himself from being blown back by my power by will alone.

And I’m free. Free of his restraints. So—I attack.

It takes one hit to send him crashing back a few feet. And it’s only a few because rock rushes to meet him, to stop him and then cushion his body mercilessly. I wait…patiently. After all, I’ve nothing to worry about now.

He comes out of the hole slowly, a grimace on his face and a limp in his step. Good. He spends the longest time just staring at me. There is no grin on his face. There is just raw shock. He just stares.

So I attack.

He blinks, but it’s enough to miss me flying forward and driving my knee into his gut. He bends over my leg, choking and gasping on air I’ve driven out of him. I float backwards, not even bothering to follow through. I don’t have to.

“You’re not going to hurt any more people, Vegeta.”

His head raises slowly, his body following even slower. He stares at me for a moment, taking in the differences in appearance. The ridged brows, the long hair…the feral look. Or so I’ve been told.

“What is it?” His hand motions toward me. A casual question. Curious. Nothing more.

I will not let my guard down again. He won’t deter me. “Super Saiyan three.” My own words are clipped and even. “I learned it in Otherworld.”

He nods, looking at me more closely, probably noting the increase in muscle mass, reading how much ki is there, checking for weaknesses. He knows them too….

“You’re nothing more than another Frieza.”

I hardly recognize my own voice. But I know what I’ve said is true. I turned my back on Frieza. I was going to let him go wherever, lick his wounds, think things through. Become better. He threw a ki blast at my back.

I trusted Vegeta. Let him stay here. Let him stay with Bulma and Trunks. I knew he would have a son, have a relationship with Bulma. And I thought it would change him. He hasn’t changed at all.

His jaw clenches and fury colors his face. Frieza’s always been a sore point for him….

He half turns his face, hiding it in shadows. “Then take care of it.”

It is I who blinks now. His voice was so…thick. Not like his usual tone at all. It’s—worse somehow.

“What?” My question is sharp.

He turns to me then, his eyes flashing. “I said take care of it!”

I float forward till we are inches apart, looking down at him. He makes no move to back away, even as his body recoils from mine. He hates me this much? “You want me to kill you?”

His eyes bore holes into mine. “You’d have to do a better job than you did with Frieza. I won’t be as nice as he was.”

He’s on the ground. A mere speck lying in the dirt, sprawled out awkwardly. I don’t even recall deciding to strike him. I just felt the smack of flesh on flesh and knew I’d probably broken something.

I float down to where he levers himself up, where he slowly tries to stand. He’s struggling to not cradle his hand. It’s broken at the wrist. There is a dark bruise over his cheekbone. I’d say that’s broken too.

He stands fully, holding his wrist, head tilted up enough to seem to be looking down at me. There’s a set expression on his face. A firmness to his mouth that speaks of— Oh no. He’s not doing this.

“Do you even realize what I did to Frieza? Why he came back the way everyone says he did, with metal parts in place of body parts I removed?

“And you want me to do better?”

I see a muscle in his jaw jump, his eyebrows inch higher before jerking back down. He reacted. That’s all I wanted.

“As you wish.”

The next hit is more deliberate than all the previous. I actually find it humorous that he tries to block it, instinctively raising his arms up to ward off the roundhouse aimed for his chest.

He goes back with the kick, folding over my leg as if he’s a rag doll, limp and boneless. He sails backwards, and then hits the ground; skidding and bringing dirt up underneath his body to slow and finally stop him.

I walk calmly toward him; stopping near him and watching him lay there, breath heaving from his chest in heavy rasps. He’s starving for air. My kick forced his arms into his ribs, almost broke them, arms and ribs.

Maybe it did. He’s not moving, not trying to get up. Instead, he merely turns his face to me, that same expression on it. Emotionless, unsurprised now.

We stare at each other for moment, my own eyes searching his. I trusted him….

He suddenly lets out a laugh. It’s not the braying, cackling one, thank Kami. It comes out in heaves and seems to hurt him even more. It dies suddenly and he smirks at me. “Did I actually hurt you, Kakarott? Did I hurt your pathetic feelings?”

My hands grip his throat as I lunge at him, forcing him further into the ground, choking off a cry of pain as I press into broken bones and grind them together with my movement. He can’t breathe. But he can’t do anything about it either. He can’t even raise his arms to pry my fingers off his neck.

“You think you’ve hurt my feelings? You have to actually be in my heart to hurt me, Vegeta. You were never there!”

His eyes widen and he’s suddenly trying to move his head, desperately trying to break away from my eyes, trying to turn his head….

I release him suddenly and sit back on the balls of my feet, brow creased. “Vegeta?”

He says nothing. But I see them. As I saw them long ago. They are as silent now as they were then. This time, he says nothing. Then he poured everything out, desperately, hopefully. Everything he regretted. I’d felt for him then….

“Vegeta?”

There is still nothing. Nothing but them…streaking across his face to hit the ground. He has managed to turn his head to the side, away from me. They pool underneath his cheek, a small dark spot on the dirt.

My hand gently reaches over, cupping his chin as he had cupped mine, and just as softly turns him toward me. He doesn’t struggle. No more fall from his face and his mouth is once again set. Eyes emotionless. Blue eyes can look so cold. Look right through.

Moisture is still on his cheeks, running from the corners of his eyes to the edge of his chin. I’m still frowning, wondering at the cause of them. “Are you okay?”

He lets out a choked laugh, trying to jerk his head out of my grasp again. The movement is painful and he stops. His mouth sets again. He still says—nothing.

I lean in closer to him, forcing him to meet my eyes, making myself the only thing he can look at. “Vege—”

My eyes widen as his lips suddenly meet mine, as they caress mine in a way that no lips have ever done, male or female. His eyes are open, staring at me. His lips move across mine forcefully at first, then slow down till they just brush across mine.

Then they are gone. I am left staring down at him, mouth still slightly open, eyes still wide. And he chuckles again, and they stream down again. One, two, three streams of them. His chuckle dies.

We are both silent. He—Vegeta kissed me!

My mouth closes firmly, then opens, then closes again. Then opens. “What was that?”

A set mouth and cold eyes answer me. “Nothing. Nothing at all.”

I frown. I’d hardly call that nothing. He kissed me. On the mouth.

“You kissed me.”

Nothing answers me. My hand has long ago let go of him, so he just stares off to the side, silent.

“Why did you kiss me?”

No answer.

I frown, a deep frown that speaks of being disturbed—deeply disturbed. I grab his chin a bit more forcefully, turn him toward me, ignore his wince of pain. “Why?”

“Because I hate you.”

I blink, then blink again. Fast blinks…like a strobe effect. “Huh?”

His eyes narrow, and grits his teeth so hard I hear them. “I hate you.”

Shaking my head, I think of many responses and discard them all, trying for the simplest. “Why do you hate me?”

He tries to form words. He looks as if he actually wants to explain it. But he falls silent, staring at me. He doesn’t even glare. Shouldn’t hate go with a glare?

I sigh, frustrated, staring down at him as he stares up at me without actually looking at me. I wonder how—? Nevermind.

I sigh again, this time tiredly. “Vegeta….”

He doesn’t react, but I don’t expect him to. I wonder—

I open my mouth, and close it again frowning. He won’t answer that question. But—Kami, I think I understand now. I understand what he was…I understand what he is. What he was…is what he is. What he is….

He was a killer. He had to not feel to kill. I can’t kill because of exactly that. I feel. Therefore, he didn’t. But—after a while, he must’ve begun to feel. He must’ve felt something somewhere along the line.

The Trunks from the future had said that Bulma and Vegeta never got married, he said it wasn’t a thing Bulma wanted to do. But what about Vegeta? Did he want to get married…or something of the sort? And then Bulma didn’t….

A far-out theory, but….

“Do you hate me because I’ve got what you haven’t?”

He stares at me, actually seeing me this time, and his face is the picture of confusion. He has no idea what I’m asking.

“Do you hate me because I’ve got ChiChi and you don’t have Bulma?”

His lip curls upward as the question registers and he hisses, actually managing to spit some at me. He starts to open his mouth, and snaps it closed again.

Well— This is frustrating….

He’s very still. Very quiet. He’s not blinking, not moving, not—again—looking at me. He’s breathing, and I know he’s in pain. He can’t even….

He takes in a deep breath of air as the hands that cup his face turn outward slightly, my thumbs sliding over his cheeks to wipe them dry. His lips are parted…. He kissed me. It was—warm. Now that I think about it, I think I could actually—taste him.

Wait a minute. Him being mad at me because ChiChi and I are married and he and Bulma aren’t doesn’t explain the kiss. Master Roshi always told me to include all the facts.

Kisses on the lips aren’t given by people who are jealous of other people. They aren’t given to people who are married because they wish they were. So—

Kisses like—that are usually only done for one reason. One simple little reason….

People keep telling me, Vegeta keeps telling me, how stupid I am…. I’ve never known I was an idiot until this moment. I’ve never known how much of an idiot I was until this moment.

I know my eyes are wide as I look down at him. He isn’t looking at me. He—kissed me. He— No question I ask, no statement I make can show I understand. I’ve already shown myself to be the universe’s biggest fool.

What’s the use of power if you can’t even see what’s right in front of your face, what’s pressed into your lips?

I feel him jerk under me as my lips brush his cheek, lightly tracing upwards to his eye, taking the same path his tears did. I echo the motion on the other side, feeling confusion and tension pouring off of him.

I look in his eyes, staring straight at him. “Vegeta….” I feel my tongue lick my lips tentatively. His own eyes are wide, and he looks as if he’s not ready to believe this…too tired to.

Kami, Vegeta…I’m so sorry.

And he wouldn’t believe those words. He wouldn’t accept those words.

So—I kiss him.

It’s nothing like his kiss. I’m—horrible at—

As my lips lightly lay over his, moving hesitantly, his own suddenly take over, possessively grabbing mine. He moans…and it sounds so good. It sounds so—right coming from him.

I let go, quickly and a bit hurriedly. He stares up at me and my thumbs are brushing his face. I—I mean….

Okay, how am I supposed to react? He kissed me and it took me forever to figure out what it meant and I suddenly realize that I liked the kiss and I want to kiss him—to make him feel better and that kiss was….

“Vegeta….”

My voice is shaky. My voice is never shaky. I’m the happy-go-lucky one. I’m the confident one. I’m the one that scales impossible heights to reach new goals and I’m never babbling or rambling or just what I’m doing now with the talking and no periods or commas. I’m—nervous. Dreading nervous. Not excited nervous.

“I don’t….” My hands have moved from his face to his hair. And—it feels wonderful. It’s kinda cool-feeling, soft. I never thought Vegeta’s hair would be so soft. It’s an addictive feeling, letting it run through my fingers. So comforting.

“You don’t—?”

Oh…. I was talking wasn’t I? “Um, I don’t…I mean, I’ve never…. Ilikedthatkiss.”

His brow furrows as he deciphers that jumbled last bit. Then he stares at me, hard. And he says nothing.

Well…. “Damn you.”

His eyes widen at that. I rarely ever curse. His eyes widen even further as my lips again descend on his own. This time I try to mimic him. This isn’t fighting though. I usually go by my instincts on fighting. This is different. All the instincts I have…they don’t come with—whatever this is. This—

I release his lips, slower this time, letting them linger over his as we breath hot air on each other

“It burns….”

It is his voice. Quiet and smooth. So unlike him. Then again, I never knew him. I never knew him. Vegeta, Prince of the Saiyans, who had never felt and suddenly did. And me—I was an idiot.

My face slides to the side of his, cheek moving against cheek until I am close enough to whisper. “Show me how to make it better.”

My face is red hot. My whole body’s uncomfortably hot…. Yet I am comfortable. This heat is addictive. Nice.

He’s right. It burns.

“Senzu.”

I sit up slowly, careful of his wounds. Wounds I inflicted. Wounds given to him because—because I was an idiot.

Oh, it’s not all my fault. He could have told me. But how does someone who never felt express their feelings? How does someone who feels the same for everyone feel more for one person?

Surprisingly, here and now, it has happened.

I reach for my bag, unclip it from my belt, untie the bag, drop two senzu into my hand, and toss the bag behind me. I stare at the beans, then look at Vegeta, who watches me silently.

He still looks so tired, so disbelieving. I grasp the beans in one and lean forward. My hair sways in front of me and I chuckle. I’d forgotten that I was still Super Saiyan three.

With a thought I extinguish my power, feeling his eyes on me, watching my hair shrink and stand upright, watching my normal features take hold.

“I like it.”

My eyes look up at him, surprised and having no clue what he means.

“That form. It suits you.”

I swear I blush again. Kami, I never understood all of ChiChi’s hints and gestures. I understand Vegeta fine. Of course, he—

I interrupt my own thoughts to continue with what I was going to do. I let my fingers slide over his body, touching each and every wound. Each bruise, each mark, each broken bone. I can’t touch what hurts inside. I can’t reach there.

He breathes steadily, but it becomes more erratic as I continue. It quickens. I look up, afraid I have hurt him. But no…his eyes are narrowed and he looks—quite pleased. I blush again and move my hand up to his lips, parting them and sliding the bean into his mouth with the other hand.

I almost jerk my hand back when his tongue slides over my fingers and catches the bean, taking it in and swallowing. He smirks at me as I remove my hand.

I put the other bean in my own mouth, chewing and swallowing quickly. He smirked! It wasn’t a smile, but it was so much better than all the other looks. So much better than the nothing that had filled his face.

I suddenly find myself flat on my back, filled with fear and a very real hurt until Vegeta’s voice reaches me.

“Ready for the lesson, Kakarott?”

I look up at him, noting the smug expression, the powered-down state. His eyes twinkle. Such a dark color, to twinkle so brightly. “Um….”

“The first thing is to never act unsure. You must act confident even when you aren’t.”

Is he confident? Is he just pretending to be?

“But don’t worry about that one. I like you unsure. I like thinking I know more in this area than you do.”

“You—you’ve, um.—”

He suddenly lifts up my shirt with his gloved hands, fingers tracing my skin and making me inhale suddenly, eyes wide at the—feelings this produces. “Doesn’t matter. This is here and now. Right?”

“R-right.” I wiggle to encourage him to not stop doing that. “Making it better.”

The shirt is pushed up the rest of the way impatiently and his head vanishes where I can’t see it. The shirt’s in the way.

His fingers move up and I gasp as his tongue replaces them. He laves and licks all the creases and the bulges of my stomach. I barely feel his fingers settle on my chest. I definitely feel them when they suddenly pull at my nipples.

I must make some sound, for Vegeta’s eyes peek over the top of the bunched shirt. This causes him to stop licking, and I don’t like that.

“No—fine—don’t—stop.”

My voice is breathy. His fingers haven’t stopped what they’re doing, rolling and pinching my nipples. He smirks at me, and ducks back down. I hold my breath waiting for him to start again, and yelp when his tongue suddenly snakes down a lot lower. A lot lower.

“Ve-Vegeta!”

“Yes?”

I groan. All this time he wouldn’t answer me and now he decides to? “More!”

I hear a chuckle and feel the tongue continue. One of his hands leaves my nipple, but I hardly notice. I really do want more. I just don’t know what of.

I feel my pants suddenly loosen from around my waist, feel them being forced down, and down, and down, until they are around my knees

I hear a sound and try to crane my neck. He stopped licking. Why’d he stop licking? I liked the licking.

“What’s wrong?”

The eyes peek over the shirt again, this time completely stopping even the nipple thing. I frown.

With a tear, the shirt is moved as an obstruction, now in two halves on either side of my body. I gape at Vegeta before he chuckles and answers my earlier question. “You’re hung, Kakarott!”

I frown, looking down at where he stares. Yep, he’s there. And happy too. He could be much happier….

But—hung?

Oh! I know this one! Krillin was drunk and said—um, that he was hung like a horse. I asked what it meant and he said—

Oh!

I blush and hear him chuckle again. “I figured you knew that one.”

I start to make some comment, looking up only to find his head going down. Where—?

“Ve—!”

It’s all I get out before my voice lets out a yell. He swallows—swallows—my erection. Lips touching the base of my cock. I can feel them there, moving. Kami, I can feel him trying to take me all the way down into his stomach. Or just suck everything out through my cock.

He suddenly lets go, sitting up somewhat and making me moan out something I don’t understand. He answers though, and I do understand. “Patience. I’m getting to it.”

Getting to what? I try to crane my head back up, but I suddenly feel his hand there, moving up and down, and sliding easily over saliva-covered skin. My head thumps back down.

I don’t get it though. I’m feeling great, but Vegeta….

“What about—you?”

I’m suddenly presented with his face as Vegeta looks at me for a few moments and then kisses me hard. I join in eagerly. I’m getting the hang of this kind of kissing. And then he throws me off by sticking his tongue in my mouth.

And I throw myself off by really getting into that! My tongue and his tongue swirl around each other in my mouth and this has got to be the greatest thing in the world!

Hand on cock, tongue in mouth…. Nice.

He releases my lips, panting slightly. His fingers replace his tongue and I eagerly take them in, treating them as I’d treated his tongue. He removes them and continues to kiss me with his tongue.

That’s when I feel a slightly uncomfortable sensation. Something is pushing its way into my—

 He lets my lips go again, his voice a breathy whisper. “This’ll feel good, Kakarott. A little uncomfortable at first, but it’ll feel really good soon. Good for both of us.”

Oh. I want him to feel good too. I want him to feel this good.

I want to squirm as the finger pushes in further. It leaves suddenly and two fingers are pushing in. They’re the same two fingers that were in my mouth. So that’s why they’re wet.

I wince as they split apart a little and then shove in a little deeper, crooking a bit.

I arch off the ground and let out what must be a scream as they hit something in there that feels so good.

“Do that again!”

Vegeta chuckles and complies and I push down on the fingers cause that feels so good and that’s the more I was looking for wasn’t it?

The fingers leave without warning and I actually growl. I can see Vegeta’s brows raise and that smile on his face, but I don’t care. I want to continue feeling that good!

Fingers card through my hair and I feel something else—something a lot bigger, press where the fingers had been. My eyes widen.

“Kakarott….”

I look up at him, seeing the twisted expression on his face as he’s poised right there. I can imagine what this might be like for him, waiting like this. Wanting to feel good. Besides, he’ll hit that place again.

I shove myself down and he groans, pushing himself inside in one thrust.

My eyes are impossibly wide, my mouth gaping open as a choking sound comes out. That hurts! Its not an ‘ow, he punched me’ hurt. It’s a ‘what the hell is in my butt’ kind of hurt.

Hi s lips brush over mine and I shove the pain away just enough to notice his own state. His face is still twisted, even more so now, and he’s very still, inside and outside me. His breathing is heavy and hard. If that hurts inside me, what must it feel like to be surrounded by it?

My hand lifts, the first movement I’ve made towards him since this started, and lays on his cheek. His eyes widen and he looks—startled. He shouldn’t look startled. “Are you okay?”

He stares at me, not understanding my question. Then he chuckles and tilts his head toward my hand, letting my fingers slide over his lips and kissing them, sucking one digit in and playing his tongue around it. It kinda tickles.

He moves then, a slight thrust of his hips toward me, and I gasp, feeling pain all over again. His lips release my fingers and they slide down his face to land on my chest. His eyes are narrowed, and I know I’m wincing. Then he moves again, the same way, but he—I don’t know, goes in different.

I let out a long and low moan as he strikes that place this time. That feels so good. I push down as he pushes in a third time, and he sinks in further. This time I hear us both making pleased sounds.

There’s even less of a pause between strokes the fourth time. He’s speeding up and I’m matching him, taking him in as deep as I can as he presses against that spot as hard as he can.

The tongue and hand thing? I was wrong. That wasn’t the greatest. This is! I can feel my erection lying almost flat against my stomach…and it aches. There’s more, I know somehow that there is. I want him—

“Touch me!”

The indulgence of my cry is fast as his hands wraps around my cock and begins to pump it as fast and hard as he presses inside me. I can hear our sounds mingling. Breathy moans, high-pitched groans, little yelps, and whispered words of encouragement and demanding.

I can feel it. Kami! My eyes widen at the sensation. Oh, it’s happened before…but this feels—like when it happens I’ll just come apart at the seams. I’ll come apart and float in some soundless, lightless place.

But he is there, his warmth is pressing against my body, his voice sounds out, and there’s a light in his eyes as he throws back his head.

My back arches and my neck cranes back impossibly as I feel my balls tighten, as I feel all the signs that warn of an impending—

His name is the shout that carries itself over this deserted place. His face is the one I see when my head comes back…. He’s so—beautiful. His eyes are wide and not looking at anything. His mouth is opened soundlessly and I know why.

My muscles are clenching around him spasmodically, releasing and then pushing at him. It must feel wonderful.

It must, for he throws his head back again, shouting out—my name. That sounds so—nice, that he calls my name as he feels the greatest feeling in the world. That was the more I wanted. That was—nice.

He suddenly crumples, his arms not supporting him any longer. His limp cock sliding out of my butt. He lands on top of me with an oof, and I let my own grunt. My arms reach around to encase him, to hold him…give him a hug cause that felt so good.

But he’s suddenly not there, rolling off of me and facing away as he lays there, breathing hard. I frown.

What’s he doing? That’s—well, kinda rude. I mean, he liked it didn’t he? He felt good? Of course he did. I saw that. I watched it. And he said he would too.

“Vegeta?”

He doesn’t answer me, still turned away. Is he trying to pretend he’s asleep? I know he’s not. His breathing isn’t steady enough for it.

Maybe he doesn’t know what people do afterwards. I mean, who would’ve shown him? I nod to myself and reach over, grabbing him around his waist and pulling him back into me, lying on my own side so that we fit nicely together.

He turns in my arms; eyes wide and looking at me as if I’ve done something super cool. Like when I went Super Saiyan three. I notice that his cheeks are wet. Why was he crying? I frown lightly. He shouldn’t be crying now.

I lean down, placing a soft kiss on his forehead, where his widow’s peak meets his brow. Then I lean back so he can see my smile. Most of the time, when I smile, people can’t be sad around me. I don’t like people sad around me, so I smile a lot.

He blinks, tilting his head to side, then leans in and kisses me on the mouth. I close my eyes, loving the sensation of his lips on mine, loving how we move them against each other. It feels so good, to move like that.

He releases me, just a simple kiss, and burrows closer to me, hands clutching the tattered remains of my gi, face burying itself in my chest. I chuckle and encircle him in my arms, tightening my grip in a brief hug and then just laying there.

I feel so tired. I’ve never felt so tired and so good at the same time. I can’t wait to feel it again!

“I thought you’d never see.”

His voice is small, tight. As thick as when he wanted me to kill him. I frown, rubbing his back in small circles. He must’ve felt this way forever. And then I died…and then I came back and—everything went to hell.

I was such an idiot. I was so blind. He was right there, all that time. “Even a blind man can see.”

I feel him smile then against my skin, the smile he had on his face at the tournament, when his son beat mine. “So he can….”

We lay there, drifting off to sleep minutes later. Buu hasn’t escaped, and I’m sure my son has taken care of that little brown thing and his red partner. Everything’s the way it was.

Everything is good.

No…everything is better.

 

A/N2: Comments are very appreciated. My first G(K)/V. Like? Tell me please. Thanks! ^_^