No Longer Held Within
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The Luffly Miss Baka-chan []The Beijitada no Miko []
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Yaoi...ooh...ahh....::clasps fists together, wicked grin upon her face::
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Pairings: Beijita x Kakarotto
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Disclaimers: Er...No, they're aren't mine..Now, can you please...
Just get that gun away from my head? Goodness gracious me!
It's not my fault my hormones get all crazy when I look at Vejitada
or Radditzu! I swear! It's..just that...I get...all....wanty....::blushie::
::panic attack:: I swear it wasn't me who wanted Vejitada! I swear!
I swear! ::crosses fingers behind back, breaking out into a sweat::
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Author's Notes: Good Lord....o.o;; It's gunna be another novel
with these notes again...I have a lotta 'splanin' to do, now...Y'see...
Now, this fic is a little...Um...odd...o.o; This is my first ever yaoi
ficcy, and erm...Don't sue if it's crappy, please! I'm just a crazy-
headed innocent human being, like all da rest of us, aren't I? n.n;
m'kae, dearies? ::smilesmile:: Oh, and also, I am now aware that I
begin nearly all of my Veijita ficcies with him getting all pissed off and
stuff like that...Okay, I just find it dramatic when my favorite little Saiyajin
in Spandex gets all pissed off and stuff...n.n;; Oh..one other thing...n.n;;;
I am aware of the thousands of spellings for 'Beijita'. I'm gunna use Veijita
'cause not only is it in Japanese romanji (er..'cept for the V..it should be a
B)
but if I put in the 'V' it would make it less feminine looking..Kae, Get it. Got
it. Good.
Well, now that the ranting is all over, let us then begin all of the fun! >:D
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Kami, did he need to blast the living hell out of..of...*something* now.
Deep, black eyes were shut tightly together, a white gloved fist slamming
against a marbled table, smashing the innocent object into a bazillion
pieces. Low growls, containing wicked curses, escaped from his grinded
teeth, as he allowed his small, muscled body to fall to the hard glass floors
with the remains of the table.

"KUSO!" he snarled, banging the same fist, only to the floor, hoping to
destroy that as well, only to crack the tile slightly, as yet another curse
was struck into the air by the Saiyajin prince. He sank completly to the
floor now, salty tears of anger and complete disgust starting to form in his
closed
eyes, as his tongue was stringing insults, soon turning into nothing but sobs.

"KUSO YAMOYARO, KAKAROTTO!!"

Where the echoes of what he thought would be his last words, as his now
opened eyes glanced to the relitivaly large-bladed weapon in the corner of the
room. Not wanting or seeming to think about getting up, he still lay there, as
the burning emotional sting of frustration remained in his heart and mental
flesh.

But, why was this poor form of royalty so angered with himself?
Why was he already on the hanging boarders of suicide within his own walls?
Why was he screaming, and in fact, doing something he rarely did- crying?
Why was it that this was not the first time, either?

Why...

...Was it always like this....?

Kami, he shot that forsaken name out again from his throat, and then this time,
nearly smashed the entire floor into crystal shards with the same large fist.

His throat throbbed from grunting, cursing, and crying. But more importantly-
Something else ached as well-

His heart.

He cursed fiercly once more, damning the one who had supposidly 'brought'
this aching pain within him, finding that it was *his* fault that the strongest
and
the Saiyajin no Ouji should indeed *not* be feeling pain, and instead, nothing
but his strong, and abrubtly large, ego.

But then again, he pondered the thought in his mind, and shook his head.
No matter who's fault that it could possibly be for his emotions towards
Kakarotto- it would only be his own for the heartache he was causing.
Yet, it was that just for now, he needed someone to blame for all of this-
Even though Veijita clearly knew that if he didn't say or do something
quickly, he knew he was very well going to burst in array of fireworks,
going intocomplete and total insomnia. But that was only *if* he didn't tell
Kakarotto his true feelings for the Saiyajin...Only *if*.

'Damn that kami-forsaken word...' he thought, slamming his fist once again,
the tile now completly shattering, causing the next few to break. He paid little
attention to anything but his thoughts. 'Whoever the fuck invented probability
never knew what living hell that it would possibly cause.'

-ping!-

Yet another tile was smashed, causing more to start cracking apart in the
training arena.
He muttered a few curses under his breath once more, hoping once again that his
son's
future self, who was halfway in his sight, wasn't noticing his little, erhem,
"sissy-wissy"
mental breakdown, which he used as a cover for that one little word called-
"Heartache"
But then, he paused any further thought of the rival, and then began to wonder
why he
was in this blue-haired woman's life, screwed the living hell out of her, even
though
he never had a heart for her in the first place. Why was he coming home to
someone he
doesn't want to love...? Was it pure lust for a whore, perhaps? He shook his
head, shutting
his heavy tanned eyelids tightly together to the bottom lip of them.
'Kami,' he thought- he needed to shoot something badly.

He wanted to kill someone off right now...But he couldn't even stand up from the
floor...

And then, he began to cry again, reflecting his past unto his already
misery-messed
mind of darkness and cold thoughts. They were soon interuppted by the light
tapping of
someone's boot heels, somehow giving Veijita the strength to stand up
immediatly.

"Tou-san..." began the taller one, as deep blue eyes looked to his tear-wiping
father.

"..shut the hell up and leave me alone...You have seen nothing.." was his answer
before the question was spoken.

Of course, mirai uTruhnksu did not listen, disregarding his father's harsh and
cold commentry.

"Tou-san, you have been crying. Emotions cannot be hidden. Don't pretend to deny
it like always."

And with that, he crouched down next to his father, brushing a strand of light
purple
hair away from his face. Vejita paid no absolute attention whatsoever to his
son,
no matter who he was, or what he planned to say. Instead, he crossed his arms,
releasing a small smirk, and then quickly turning back to Truhnksu.

"Listen, boy! Our time is almost up in this chamber! Kakarotto and his stupid
son need to use it next. I advise you to shut up, and stop with all of this
nonsense!! It is getting us nowhere!!!!" said the ever-so-arrogant Saiyajin no
Ouji,
who was now looking into the other part of the horizon, even though there was
clearly no direction to begin with.

"Fine." Spoke the son, and slowly got up, walked to the supposed "center" and
resumed his training, shrugging his father off.

One down, one to go.

Kami, this was no ball in the park. He turned around, walking to the small
little
shelter in the arena, jumping on his bed, and looking up at the marbled ceiling,
wondering what would Kame and Mr. Po-Po do if he smashed the damned thing
with a fist. Chuckling at the thought of the little obese man shaking his fist
at
him, along with the geiysered Namek, he thought about doing it, when all of a
sudden,
a light chime rang, bringing two shadows forth into the arena.

"Hey Veijita!"

'Oh Kami. No, No..Not his voice..Oh Kami-sama...No..It can't be..'
Nerves and muscles began to tense in his system, as the high-pitched male voice
echoed
and rang throughout his ears, somehow overpowering the hard sound of the
pounding in his
heart. He quickly got up from the bed, trying desperatly not to break out into a
sweat,
praying to every possible thing out there that this was some cooky dream or he
was
just going crazy. Sadly. It was neither.

"Veijita! Is it tough in this facility?"

Veijita froze as his cold black eyes met Kakarotto's warm ones.
Kami, maybe this was the thing he needed to shoot...

"Ka...Ka....Kakarotto..What are you doing here? I thought only two people were
allowed
at a time in this place?"

"I know, Veijita. There *are* two people in here at a time right now. Gohan is
out training
with Pikkorou, and Turuhnksu and I are going to switch places."

What the hell did he mean that Turuhnksu and him were to switch places? Was
there some
sort of fine line print that he did not catch onto? Throughly confused but not
showing it, he
allowed a small smirk to cross the right corner of his mouth.

"Fine then, Kakarotto...Let us see your true Saiyajin strength, than..."

"Actually...Veijita...That is not the true reason why I am here..."

'NANI?!' he thought, trying hard not to let his eyes widen.

What the fuck was he getting at? What could possibly be the other purpose that
Kakarotto
had intended on coming here, scaring the living Kami out of him? What did he
mean that
he didn't come here to train only, what else did he want...? Vejita only quirked
a thick brow
in question at the taller man.

"Veijita...I've come to confess something to you..."

Kami-sama, Veijita knew it was a crazy dream after all. Like Kakarotto showed
any emotion
for *him*. Well, he showed emotion for anybody, really. But before examing the
thought any
further, he quickly interuppted.

"Are you here to show me your stupid pity, Kakarotto?! If you are, than its not
going to work!
A true Saiyajin no Ouji would never be able to fall into such nonsense!
Kakarotto, if you really
had that trademark into you, than you wouldn't have shown any mercy for anyone,
now would
you? Than, since you already have, I mark you as not a true Saiyajin warrior.
You are no challenge
nor a fear to me! Bring it on, Kakarotto!"

But that was not true. That was not true at all.

Vejita knew very well that Kakarotto was indeed, 100% pure Saiyajin. He had the
sharp look in
his deep black eyes, the spikey hair, and that husky voice when he meant
business. Vejita mentally
shook his head in disguist at himself. This was his opportunity to tell
Kakarotto without anybody else
around them, and get to spar with his perfect match in strength. But before he
could make any comment,
Kakarotto did something Veijita thought he would never do..

He lightly brushed his soft, warm lips over Veijita's, his eyes gently closed,
and a large hand on his cheek.

Veijita stared at him in shock throughout the entire scene, his heart pounding
madly within him, mind unable
to comprehend fully as to what had just occured.

Kakarotto pulled his lips away, and only smiled at Veijita, it was a warm smile,
yet the same one he gave right
before setting into his stance and fighting.

"*That* was what I truly came for, Veijita. I came here, for you."

Veijita felt like his body went -flop!- against the floor, as his heart madly
sank into the other organs within his body.
Had he been hearing right? Did Kakarotto have the same emotions that he had for
him? Could this be the day that
he had truly been waiting for? Kami, did he feel like Buruma's scrambled eggs-
all beejobbled and mushy.

"Veijita, I know that maybe I haven't been paying attention to you sometimes,
but I have...I have this attraction towards
you...Why, I am not too sure, but..I think that it is because you are so
beautiful and delicate- although you may not like
to think so...I picture you as someone who needs to be touched and held,
Veijita...You are my Prince, therefore I must
suit to your needs..." he smirked, but it only contained passion and a certian
seduction behind it. "You're training
movements, so graceful, so wonderful in everything, Prince..." and it was at
this moment, Kakarotto put both of his large
hands on Veijita's shoulders, and gently whispered in his ear. "...I want you
tonight..."

Veijita shuddered slightly at the warm breath, as it was tickling his sensitive
skin in that one area. Kami, he prayed this was for real.
He prayed that this was no dream, and he wasn't going crazy. He...He wanted
Kakarotto just the same. Veijita swallowed
the large lump in his throat, and parted his lips to speak, but no words could
come out, nervousness had filled him completly.
But Kakarotto understood the same, and pressed his soft llips against the side
of Vejita's neck, drawing a gasp. He softly
murmered to Veijita, warm breath now tickling his flesh, as he slowly kissed
down his neck, attempting to pleasure his Prince
fully, and express his true emotions. His tongue lashed quickly to Veijita's
earlobe, sensitive skin now touched by moistness,
as Veijita now found himself...Surrenduring?

'Kakarotto....How much you truly torture me....' he thought, as his eyes were
now nothing but tiny little slits, as Goku slowly
licked, suckled, kissed, and nipped his neck, as a hand wrapped around the
Prince's torso, pressing him against his tall body.
Low, seductive growls and purrs were released from Veijita, as Kakarotto's hard
memeber pressed along the Prince's
inner thigh.

"You bastard..." said Veijita softly.

Goku grinned, and then whispered in his other ear.

"You're the one who wanted it."

Veijita groaned at Kakarotto's response. Never had he imagined him doing
something like this. Never.

Goku yanked the tough leather gloves off of Veijita's hands, as he was done with
the task, he brought one hand
to his mouth, nipping a sensitive fingertip. Veijita's eyes immediatly closed
into barely slits, as a shock of pleasure
struck throughout him. Goku then slowly nipped along the sides of Veijita's
fingers, enjoying his gasps and purrs.
He soon allowed his tongue to replace his teeth, as he licked in-between each
finger- thus bringing a loud purr from
Veijita, who felt that this was enough of Kakarotto's foreplay he could possibly
withstand. His tongue licked across
the entire palm, and then making a fast flicking motion with the tip of it.
Veijita arched his back slightly, eyes now
shut tightly together as his completly-sensative palm was being treated by his
soft tongue. Kakarotto paused for a
moment, and then looked into Veijita's dark black eyes, only to have the Prince
stare right back into his.

"You're hands...So tough, so strong...So powerful.." he said, nipping the middle
of his palm in saying so, drawing
another gasp from Veijita. Goku smirked for a moment, and then allowed his lips
to brush against his lover's, slowly
picking up his body in the process. Slowly and gently, he lay the Prince on the
soft white bed in the other room,
licking along Veijita's bottom lip as he did so. Veijita immediatly responded,
as his tongue quickly found Kakarotto's,
conjoining the two together in an endless dance of erotica and desire. Goku on
top of the Prince, his large, warm
body gently pressing against the other's, allowing their passion and heat to
rise only more. He took a hand away
from Veijita's waist, and reached down to pull off his boots, kicking his own
off as well. His hand came back to Prince's
face, gently running a finger alongst his cheek, looking into his eyes.

"Ai-" he began.

"Shut up. You don't need to say it. I know, already."

Why was he handlling this so toughly? Was it that he wasn't quite ready to open
up to Kakarotto completly? What was
it that made him so nasty when they were ready to entwine together? Why...was he
acting so mean?

However, Goku only smiled, and resumed treating his Prince, as he undid the many
clasps on the back of the breast-
plate ontop of the blue jumpsuit. His now bare hands grasped the top of the
suit, only to rip it off, and then run his hands
all over Veijita's scarred yet muscled chest. Soft gasps and moans were
released, as soon Kakarotto's tongue had already
began its exploration on his chest. He slowly kissed and licked along each
length of many scars, hoping that they would
somehow completly heal. His bare hands ran along the sides of the hard, erect
nipples, pinching them lightly- only to allow
a full moan and then a grunt to come from the Prince. Smirking mentally, his
tongue caressed his flesh, all the way to his
nipple, where he simply took his sweet time in suckling on it.

"Kaka...rotto...." was his immediate response, as his back arched slightly at
the sensation he was recieving. Almost like
he was the Devil, and God was overpowering him with nothing but his warmth. That
was it. They were like light and dark.
Man and Shadow. Angel and Sinner. Kakarotto and Veijita.

Slow, soft strokes were made along the other one, as Goku's hands gently pressed
into Veijita's back, seeming to rub gently,
slowly moving down to his sides, as if he were to relaxen any tense muscles.
Veijita's carnal pleasure immediatly increased,
as he was unawarely repeatidly pressing his throbbing mass along the thigh of
the other man. Kakarotto had felt him, thrusting
back to only bring a groan from him. He licked down the length of his chest,
only to pause at his navel, to lick the insides of it.

"Nugh...Ggh..." was the Prince's response at the wave of heat once again entered
forth into his body.

Kakarotto's hands grabbed the elastic waistband of his pants, and then threw
them off, tossing them
into a corner. He groaned at the site of Veijita's straining shaft, perfectly
hard and erect, seeming to
point at him.

"You're so beautiful, Veijita.." he whispered into his ear, Veijita shuddered as
one Goku's hands gently
stroked his shaft from the bottom, touching the velvety soft skin, running the
palm of his hand along
its enormous length. Veijita seemed to slightly thrash at his touch as
Kakarotto's hands were stimulating
such pleasure into him. Goku's hands then met to the tip, squeezing its
throbbing length in his hand.

"KAKAROTTO!" he grunted loudly, with a hand, clutching the sheet, and with the
other, placing it ontop of
Goku's. He was now panting like mad, he had been panting ever since Kakarotto
was treating him.

Goku smirked, and then bent down lightly to brush his soft lips against where he
had squeezed,
feeling it twitch slightly, and then continue to throb. His tongue ran along the
length, while a hand
went from in-between his thighs, just to gently press into this one spot.
Veijita shook violently,
sweat running down his forehead, his back arched slightly, gasping his rival and
yet lover's name.

Fully glad in the pleasure Veijita was receiving, he nibbled back up to the tip,
only to take it into
his mouth, and gently suck, as Veijita really wasn't so sure if it were possible
he were to contain
himself from this point and further. Such pleasure this man was giving him-
pleasure far beyond those
of numerous whores and that woman. Not pleasure though, it was his affection
towards the Prince
which led him to this point. Nearly screaming now, as Kakarotto was continuing
this, he stopped just
at the point where he was to release, and then stroked him gently.

"What else are you to do to the Saiyajin no Ouji....?" said Veijita huskily, who
was grinning along
with Goku.

"Preparing you....." he smirked, as he inserted a sleek finger into Vejita's
tight opening, bringing a
tremendous roar of pleasure from the Prince. Never had anyone done that, touch
him there and send
a flameburst of complete ecstasy throughout him. No whore could. No one could.
Not even Buruma.

His finger went even deeper into that channel, seeming to touch a certian spot
far enough into the
man, making him tremble all over, and a small bubble of white fluid appear at
his tip. Goku smirked
at the fact he was throughouly enjoying it, and slid two more fingers in, slowly
thrusting in and out.

Low growls, seductive purrs, and muffled pants of curses were heard in his
breath, as their lips
locked once more, tongues binding together merciless, caressing one another, as
Veijita's eyes
were shut tightly, unable to think at this moment why he was giving it. But then
he knew why.
Kakarotto even told him so- Because he wanted it. Kakarotto, deciding enough was
enough after
his master had at least orgasmed nearly twice, stopped his movements, and then
moved up
just to whisper into his ear.

"Let us be one, Saiyajin no Ouji."

And with that, Goku ripped off his own clothing, tossing it aside, and poising
himself in-between Veijtia's
legs, which wrapped around the strong, sturdy torso of the taller man above him.
He slowly slid himself
into that same opening, as tongues swirled and danced with one another, pants
and moans exchanged,
loving looks into eyes all glanced. And it was soon enough into the heat, that a
large golden aura surrounded
them both. They both shuddered, yelling one another's name, as they both turned
Supaa Saiyajin together
at that same moment, at the same time. Slowly, as they both slowly eased back
into the world, they turned
to normal- energy wrung out of them at the moment, as Goku slid out of him, and
rested beside the sleeping
Prince, wrapping his arms around him, as Veijita rested his head on the taller
man's chest. In his sleep, he
softly muttered something-

"Aishiteru...Kakarotto..."

And it was now No Longer Held Within. It was now Held Within His Heart. And
Kakarotto's.