The Courage of Your Convictions

Part 1/4

By Catherine Johnson

Rating:  NC-17.  Graphic language and depictions of male/male sex, 

rape,

and torture.

Fandom:  DragonBall Z

Pairings:  Goku/Vejita, Vejita/??

Mood:  Dark, violent, death

Continuity:  Post DB manga/AU?

Archive:  Please ask first

MiSTing:  Please ask first

Notes:  This is my reply to the "Saiyajin Judo" Challenge on the

saiyanslash ML.

This story features  S&M/B&D and both 

consensual

and non-cons male/male sex.  If any of this bothers you, please don't 

read

it.

More notes and disclaimers at the end.

     Vejita downed another shot of whiskey, and poured himself five 

more,

finishing off the bottle.  After he drank the last of them, he nodded 

to

the barkeeper.  "Another bottle," he slurred.

     The man looked at him suspiciously.

     "What," Vejita demanded, "Didn't you hear me?"

     "You've had quite a lot... maybe you should take a break."

     "And maybe YOU should mind your own fuckin' business and just give 

me

another damn bottle!"  The Saiyajin glared at the bartender, who sighed 

and

pulled another bottle off the shelf.  Vejita was reaching for it when a

woman walked up to him.

     "Care to buy me a scotch?"

     "No.  Go away."

     "Now, now," the woman purred, "don't be that way.  How about I buy 

YOU

a drink?  I could pay for that bottle."

     "Nobody bothers to listen anymore, do they?  I said go the fuck 

away."

     The woman pouted.   "You're a mean drunk."

     "I'm not drunk, I'm like this all the time."  Vejita glared at the

woman, hoping she'd take the hint and go away.  It was times like this 

he

wished he had managed to blow up this godforsaken planet when he'd had 

the

chance.

     Finally, the woman *did* take the hint, and slunk off.

     The bartender shook his head.  "You made a mistake.  Good women 

are

hard to find in these parts."

     "Who needs 'em?  I've sworn off the whole damn lot of them."

     "Hmmm... bitter, are we?"

     "Maybe."  Vejita shrugged.

     "Is that why you're here?"

     The Saiyajin laughed at this.  "Yeah, right.  You don't know me 

very

well, obviously.  You think I'm here to drown my sorrows or some dumb 

shit

like that?  I'm just here to try and get a buzz on.  It'd take more 

booze

than you've got to make me forget my troubles."

     "'Zat so?"

     "Yeah, it is."

     The barkeep looked at his patron suspiciously.  "If you think I'm

gonna start giving you more booze to try and *prove* that point..."

     "I don't 'think' anything.  I'm just stating a fact.  I know, I've

tried...  it takes a lot to get me *seriously* drunk."

     "Hmmm... tough guy, eh?"

     Vejita smirked.  "You might say that..."

     At this, a rather pretty young man sidled up to Vejita.  "So.  Did 

I

hear you've given up on women?"

     Vejita raised an eyebrow and looked the boy up and down.  

"Something

like that."

     "Care to give *me* a try?"

     Vejita snorted.  "You couldn't handle me."

     The boy sat down and smiled.  "I'd be willing to try."

     "You must have a death wish, kid."

     "Who doesn't these days?  It's not like our lives are our own 

anymore.

So you might as well get what pleasure you can where ever you can find 

it."

     "'Pleasure'..."  Vejita mulled over the word in his mind.  It had 

been

some time since he'd experienced true pleasure.  He looked at the boy

again.  Then, without another word, he grabbed the front of the youth's

shirt, yanked him towards him and gave him a fierce, almost violent 

kiss.

The youngster clutched at Vejita's shirt and pulled him even closer.

     Finally, the older of the pair moved back and turned to the 

barkeep.

"How many more bottles did I pay for?"

     The man looked at the tab Vejita had started and quickly did the 

math.

"I figure you can afford two more of the same priced stuff you've been

getting."

     Vejita swiftly downed the rest of his current bottle, then held 

out

his hands.  "Hand 'em over."  As soon as the bartender had done so, the

Saiyajin got to his feet and nodded to his new companion.  "C'mon.  I 

know

a place were we can... be alone."

     "So," Vejita asked his new friend, "this isn't your first time, is

it?"  The young man shook his head as he sat down on the small but 

clean,

well-made bed.  "Good.  I hate having to show people what to do."

     "Not a problem with me, I assure you.  I may seem young, but I'm 

older

than I look.  And I'm... quite experienced."

     Vejita joined the boy on the bed and handed him one of the 

bottles.

"Fine.  Two rules:  No names and you leave when I tell you to go, no

questions asked, unless I leave first."

     "Oooh," the boy purred playfully, moving closer to Vejita.  "A man 

of

mysteries..."

     "I'm not fucking around here, boy.  Those are the rules.  You 

don't

like 'em, go find yourself another date."

     "Ok, ok," said the boy.  "But can't we use *some* name?  Or should 

I

just call you 'hey, you!'?"

     Vejita shrugged.  "Call me whatever you like."

     The boy smiled.  "Ok.  I'll call you... 'Serge'.  And you can call 

me

'Gilbert'."

     "All right, 'Gilbert' it is."

     Vejita watched the smoke from his cigarette slowly waft in the 

slight

breeze that was coming through the window.  He took another drag, then 

put

it out and got up to get a drink.

     His young companion smiled.  "You smoke, you drink, you have sex 

with

strangers... is there any vice you don't indulge in?"

     "Not many."

     The boy nodded.  He got off the bed and walked over to a corner of 

the

room that had a small assortment of stuffed animals.  He kneeled down 

and

smiled at the large teddy bear that was the centerpiece of the display.  

He

patted it gently and dust scattered into the air.  "You don't take very

good care of your toys," he commented.

     "They're not mine; they probably belonged to the people who were 

here

before me."

     "Oh," Gilbert replied.  "Yeah, you look a bit old for stuffed

animals..."  He reached down and picked one of the "chibi" dolls; a Mr.

Satan.  "Mr.  Satan!  I love this guy!"  He smiled and brushed the dust 

off

the poor little doll.

     "You can have it if you want."

     "I'm a bit old for dolls, too," Gilbert said with a laugh.

     Vejita shrugged.  "So don't take it."

     This was greeted with a little growl  "Well I didn't say that.  

I..."

The boy sighed.  "I dunno..."

     Vejita sat back down on the bed and nodded to the boy.  "It can 

wait.

Come here."  Gilbert obeyed.  He placed the doll on the nightstand 

before

he sat down in Vejita's lap and kissed him deeply.  As he did so, he 

slid

his hands up to play in his lover's hair.  No sooner had he touched the

dark, coarse strands, then he pulled them out again and made a face.

     "Ew," he said, moving his hands away, "You need to wash your 

hair...

it's all... Stiff."

     Vejita snorted.  "It's supposed to be like that."

     "It is?"

     The Saiyajin sighed.  "Just take my word for it," he replied.

     "Ok."  There was a pause.  "You an alien?"

     "Yes.  Does that bother you?"

     "Nah.  We're... anatomically compatible, that's good enough for 

me."

     "Hmmm.  So you just wanted me for my body?"

     "Yes.  Does *that* bother *you*?"

     "Nah."

     Another pause.  "So... I overheard you say you gave up on women.  

I

take it you *used* to like them?"

     "Truth be told, I still do.  But men are less... complicated.  And

less likely to get attached."

     "Hmmm," the boy acknowledged.

     "What about you?"

     Gilbert shrugged.  "I've always preferred men."

     "'Always'?  You haven't been around long enough to talk about

'always', kid."

    "I told you before, I'm older than I look."  Now it was Vejita's 

turn

to be suspicious.  "Well, I'm not too young for *you*, obviously," the 

boy

teased, sliding his hand down his lover's chest.

     Vejita chuckled.  "No, I guess not.  And you weren't lying about 

being

experienced."

     "Told you.  A lot of it's because of my first lover.  He was...

*amazing*.  He taught me so much." The boy looked thoughtful.  "They 

say

you never forget your first time."

     "No, you don't," said Vejita.

     "I know I won't.  It was wonderful."  The boy was smiling as he 

got

lost in the memory.  He was running his hand along his abdomen as he 

spoke.

"And it was... I mean, it just kind of... happened.  I met this guy, 

and...

and the next thing I knew, we were in his bedroom, and he was all over

me... he kissed me and my clothes fell off..."  His hands moved down, 

"Then

we were on his bed, and..."  He was now stroking himself.  "Oh, Gods, 

it

was amazing."  The boy let out a cry as he got off, coming in his own 

hand.

Then he lay back, half on the bed, half on Vejita's lap.  He looked up 

at

Vejita, who smiled and offered him his discarded shirt to wipe his hand

with.  "Thanks.  I... I hope you're not too offended."

     "About what?  That you got off in front of me?"

     "No, that I did it thinking about my first lover."

     Vejita shook his head.  "No, I wasn't offended."

     "Ok, good.

     So what about your first time?"

     The older man took out another cigarette and lit it.  "Well, it 

was

with a woman.  She was... one of the best things that ever happened to 

me."

Vejita sighed a bit sadly, thinking of his dead mate.  But then the 

memory

of their first time together made him smile.  "She was older.  Not 

*old* by

any means, but a few years older than me.  And quite good at it.  And I

was... not."  Gilbert chuckled.  "No, really," Vejita replied.  "I had

never really cared much about sex, so not only was I inexperienced, I

wasn't even sure exactly what was... I mean... well, how everything

worked."  The boy laughed even more at this.  //I don't know what's

stranger,// Vejita mused, //that I'm telling all this to a complete

stranger, or that it feels perfectly natural to be doing so.//

     "Well, apparently you got good at it at some point."

     Vejita grinned.  "Like you, a I owe a lot to my first lover.  And 

not

just sexually.  She introduced me to a lot of things.  Like these,"  He

indicated his cigarette.

     "And you think that's a good thing?"  Gilbert made a face.  "I 

think

it's a disgusting habit."

     "Would you like me to stop?"  The boy shook his head.  "Good."  

Vejita

took another swig of his whiskey.

     "Did she introduce you to that, too?"

     "More or less.  I'd had similar things on other planets, but it 

wasn't

till I got to this planet that I really learned to... enjoy them."

     "So you WERE in the bar drinking because of a woman," Gilbert 

teased.

     Vejita laughed.  "Yeah.  A woman drove me to drink.  And I never 

even

had the courtesy to thank her."  They both chuckled.

     "You weren't interested in sex?"

     "No, not really."

     "Are you now?"

     The older man shrugged.  "I'd never turn down a good lay.  But I 

don't

exactly go looking for it.  It's just never been a big priority for 

me."

     Gilbert gave him a look.  "You're weird."

     "What about you?"

     "What about me?"

     "Are you interested in sex?"

     The boy sat back up and put his arms around Vejita's neck.  "Oh,

yes... I *love* it."

     Vejita couldn't resist the opening the boy had given him.  "Show 

me,"

he whispered.

     Vejita looked over at the boy curled up on the bed next to him.  

It

was getting late, and Vejita knew the boy would have to be leaving 

before

too long, but he didn't want to part with him just yet.  He reached out 

and

played with his soft blonde hair, causing Gilbert to stir.  The young 

man

rolled over and looked up at his companion.

     "Do you want to go again?" Vejita asked.

     Gilbert smiled.  "Always."

     Vejita smiled back, then he sat up and looked down at Gilbert.  

After

a brief pause, he moved down and kissed his companion's stomach.  The 

boy

sighed happily as Vejita slid further down, and began to give him head.

Vejita was gentle, wanting it to last this time.  The previous time 

he'd

gone down on the boy had been rough and rushed.  But now that he'd 

sated

his needs, and sensing they had little time left, Vejita wanted to make

every second count.

     Unfortunately, this was not to be.  No sooner had the boy start to

become hard, and pant with excitement and lust, then Vejita got a 

familiar

feeling in the back of his mind.  //Gods, why *now*?  I thought I had 

more

time.//  He got up, grabbed the boy's clothes and tossed them to him.

"Time to go," he told him simply.

     "But, wha-"

     "No questions, remember?  Get out."

     The boy looked hurt, but acquiesced; he quickly dressed and headed 

for

the door.  When he reached the thresh hold, he turned looked at Vejita, 

his

eyes begging for an answer.  Vejita looked back coldly, knowing that 

any

hesitation on his part could be disastrous.  With a sad little sigh,

Gilbert turned and left.

To Be Continued.