Hey, guys!

Here´s the proof that I can still write fanfictions (at first i had 

to prove it to myself). Hope you will enjoy it.

Tali-chan

Songtitle: "The knife" by Subway to Sally

Story by: Talimee

Disclaimer: don´t own them an´ makin´ no money with this

Warnings: lemon, yaoi (what else do you expect..?)

Pairing: GokuxVegeta

Notes: Vegeta´s pov, the fic isn´t beta-read, so there can be 

horrible grammar-faults and so on, but I´ve been sitting at this comp 

for hours, now, and my patience is completely gone. The fic also has 

a 180°-turn in Vegeta´s behaviour, so that the prince is acting a 

little bit ooc at the end. This wasn´t planned, but it turned out 

this way and I´m not in the mood to change it - I like it so.

This one is dedicated to Tami, who is playing such a cool Vegeta in 

our little role-play.

It's not yet dawn when I awake. For long minutes I just lie there, my 

eyes open but unseeing, gazing up to the ceiling. Something is 

disturbing me, but I cannot tell what. With a mental shrug I put the 

thought down - I'm not in the mood to muse about anything, I just 

want to enjoy the quiet hours of the day, before I start to fight for 

my right to live, again. 

I'm not fully refreshed from this night's sleep - my eyes fall close 

and I allow me to doze a few minutes longer. It's that moment when 

his scent tickles my nose. 

~ between your shoulder blades

  is space for a knife and a kiss ~

With a start I turn around, only now realising that I'm not in my 

bed, yet not in my own house. I see him right instant: he lies next 

to me on his stomach, head and face hidden deep in the cushions, the 

sheets barely covering his naked (!) butt.

`Oh my God, what have I done?' I ask myself in panic. `What am I 

doing in his bed?!' The mere thought of me and... and Kakarott is 

sending cold shivers down my spine and makes my stomach revolve. I 

desperately try to convince myself, that   I stayed at Kakarott´s, 

´cause we sparred to long yesterday. But finally I have to admit, 

that I haven't the slightest clue, what happened yesterday and the 

fact, that we both are naked doesn't any good to calm me down. 

He stirs faintly and turns around. Now I can see his peaceful 

features, this foolish grin of him vanished from his face. Before I 

can stop myself I think that he's beautiful in his sleep. 

`Kami, that's too much!' Frantically I crawl on my knees and stomp 

out of the room, but for some mysterious reason I'm unable to leave 

his house. When I rush down the stairs I start to feel a bond, which 

is somehow pulling on me. At first I'm able to resist, but near his 

front door I cannot deny it any longer - something is pulling me 

towards him. 

For long minutes I just stay there, my hands outstretched to open the 

door but trembling in an attempt to fulfil both commands, which are 

directed towards them: at first, to leave this place right instant 

but second, to go back into his room, to touch and stroke him in 

every way he wants. „Damn you, Kakarott! What have you done to me?" 

am I cursing under my breath, which is getting faster by the mere 

thought of him. „Fuck!" 

Finally I let my arm sink and turn around and slowly I make my way 

back into his bed, where I'm cursed to watch the slowly rise and fall 

of his chest. I kneel at his side like a pet, waiting for him to wake 

up and break that damn spell, that he put on me, while my glares shot 

down at his sleeping figure like daggers. Believe me, if looks could 

kill, he would be dead in an instant - but there he remains, unharmed 

and completely unaware of the danger he is in.

~ between us lies this morning

  like a dark, wide river. ~ 

I feel so weird, as I watch him. Somewhere deep inside me is a 

feeling, which is totally different to that, what I'm normally 

feeling when he's around me. Sure, the normal pity and hate is still 

there, but underneath is a strange desire to touch his skin and let 

my hands wander over his large and sleeping form. The situation gets 

even weirder, when I realize, that I can already remember the 

sensation of his skin beneath my own - and suddenly my memory returns 

to me...

~ I've sliced your mouth open

  with my tongue, yesterday, 

  and you stayed with me

  to long, hours and hours ~

We've sparred as usual. Hours went by, dripping down like water, 

completely neglected by both of us. Despite the fact, that I'm unable 

to bear Kakarott´s presence in „normal" life, I'm really enjoying the 

sparring sessions with him. He's more of a warrior then, more like a 

Saiyan, more then me. And he's the only decent fighter on this ball 

of mud. 

It's really frustrating, sometimes.

Suddenly he broke down, gasping hard for oxygen, bend over in his 

middle. His legs were shaking and he stayed on his feet by pure will, 

not power. We were both exhausted from our fight, but I was slightly 

surprised by his state - normally, he has far more power then me. 

Slowly his breath became more even and his eyes were glancing 

apologetically at me. 

„I´m... I´m sorry, Vejiita. Let's stop for now. I'm really 

exhausted." His stomach growled loud. „And hungry." He added with a 

sheepish grin.

I don't think, that I lowered myself to answer him, but I crossed my 

arms and waited until he was able to fight again. But instead of 

fighting me, the fool turned around to step into his house. For a 

moment I just stare after him in pure puzzlement, then my anger 

returned and I chased after him into his cabin. 

He stood at his kitchen table, pouring some liquid into a glass. With 

one smooth motion he lifted it and swallowed its contents. 

„What do you think, are you doin´, Kakarott?" I demanded. The fool 

looked up in innocence. „I'm drinking some orange juice, Vejiita. Do 

you want some, too?" he asked, offering me the empty glass.

A few dozen curses and insults were crossing my mind, but I bit them 

back. He would surely haven't understand them.

„No, baka!" I growled. As if I would ever drink or eat with him! I 

know the goal, this way leads! „I want you to fight with me!"

He watched me through his bangs when he answered. His look uncertain, 

apologetically and, with a slight hint, begging.

„Vejiita, I would really prefer to stop our sparring for today. But 

you could stay for a while and I could cook something..." He offered 

me a chair at the table.

I snorted disdainful. `Soft-hearted fool.' „There's no reason to stay 

if I cannot fight." He looked somewhat hurted by my statement, but I 

turned away and walked through the door. What do I care about that 

fool?

Two steps away from his front door I paused to gather my ki and head 

home to my place, when suddenly two arms were wrapped around my 

knees. I wriggled free from his grip and turned back. He kneeled in 

front of me, his features full of despair. A single tear stroke down 

his face.

„Please, Vejiita, stay with me." he whispered hoarsely and I could 

nearly hear the sobs he was trying to suppress. „I... I love you." He 

was now facing the ground, unable to bear my gaze. I snorted once 

more. `That story, again.'

„What do I care?" I ask him cold. „You can love or hate me, Kakarott. 

It's equal to me, as long as I can fight you."

He jumped to his feet, despair vanished from his face by a sudden 

outburst of rage.

„So, it's equal to you? Then I won't let you tease me any longer!" 

His hands were clenched to fists, blood dripping down between his 

fingers. „There will be no more sparring matches." He turned around 

and began to stalk back into his house, when my faint laughter made 

him stop. I don't know why, but I really like him, when he's fighting 

for real.

Slowly I trailed towards him, stopping a few inches away from his 

back. I could feel his body's heat and the faint shiver, which was 

shaking him, told me that he was sensing me, too. I raised my hand. 

With my outstretched fingers I trailed lines up and down his rear. He 

stiffed immediately.

„I really like you like that." I purred in his ear.

He spun around and grabbed my wrist in an iron grip. Anger still 

maintained his features, but underneath I could see something like 

desire. 

„I said, stop teasing me, Vejiita!" he snarled through clenched 

teeth. „You've played that game too often!"

I knew I should be angry, but something in his grip and glares was 

holding me, was building something inside me, that was different to 

any feeling I had had before. The world around me was vanishing, 

leaving only his face, flushed with fury and desire, and his body, 

next to mine.

Slowly I raised my other hand, cupping his cheek lightly, caressing 

the lines of his face, which were softening under my touch. Then I 

stood on my toes and lifted my face to touch his lips lightly with my 

own. A low moan escaped his mouth, sounding somewhat between arousal 

and anger. Unconsciously he released my hand, when our kiss deepened 

and his hands started to wander over my back. My hands were sliding 

upwards to dig deep into his hair, pulling him down to met my mouth 

with more intensity.

„Fight me, Kakarott!" I whispered against his lips, when my tongue 

was roughly invading his warmth.

~ I wrestled hard with you

  when I slept with you, yesterday ~

I cannot remember how we ended up in his bed, but I can remember his 

weight, which was pinning me down into this soft fabric. His hands 

were frantically moving over my body, stroking, caressing and hurting 

me at the same time, while his mouth seemed to melt into mine. When 

we finally broke apart to gasp for air, he shifted himself into a 

sitting position on my belly, bend over that our noses were only a 

few millimetres apart. I could smell his sweet hot breath.

Groaning he came down again, and tried to kiss me, but quickly I 

turned my head to the side, so that his lips met my cheek. A warning 

growl was his answer and his hands, which were still stroking my 

sides, wandered up to pin my arms down. 

„So, you think you can force me", I hissed into his face.

For a second I saw unsureness plastered along his features and 

unconsciously his hands loosened their iron grip. I used his fault 

and slammed my knee into his back. He arched towards me with a 

painful hiss and lost his grip on my arms, which were now free to use 

his momentarily inattention to turn me around and push him out of the 

bed. 

Kakarott´s reflexes prevented him from crushing to the floor, but at 

the time he had gathered his wits I were on my feet, too and in a 

fighting position on the bed. I grinned down at him. 

„You have to fight for the top-position", I said mockingly.

He snarled furiously at me and his eyes were sparkling with fury, but 

then his look became more even, nearly calm and slightly amused.

„So", he chuckled, his voice both: purring with lust and 

threatening. „Do you really think you can prevent it, Vejiita?"

„I'm not that easy to have, as you may wish, fool!" I snarled back.

A wicked grin was all I got. Slowly he started to trail circles 

around the bed, followed by my gaze when suddenly he jumped on me, 

his fists weaving a net of punches, while his feet were trying to 

kick me. 

I could stand it for a few minutes, ever dodging his strikes and 

blocking his blows, when suddenly he lowered himself to the ground. 

His hands came up to his forehead and an unearthly bright light 

flared up and blinded me. Before I had any chance to react, something 

was pulling sharply on the sheets I stand on and sent me flying. 

Right instant Kakarott picked me out of the air like a toy and flung 

me face-down on the bed.

A muffled cry escaped my clenched teeth when he settled himself down 

on my thighs, pressing my nearly aroused member forceful into the 

mattress. Slowly he trailed his hands upward my sides, following them 

with his body and stroked me with his entire length. I could feel his 

hard arousal pressed against my entrance and his heat all over me. 

God, it felt so right!

I couldn't suppress a shiver when his mouth came down and started to 

trail kisses along my neck, interrupted by light bits, which were 

pinching my skin but not breaking it. Goosebumps were starting to 

build up by his tickling breath. Suddenly I became aware of his hand, 

which was moving around my belly, wandering down to grope my crotch. 

Slightly he was drawing circles around it and stroking my member to 

its full length while I was pressed into his hand by our combined 

weight. 

"Don´t…! Stop that… baka!", I cursed under my shallow, ragged gasps, 

embarrassed by my own reaction. "Fuck you, Kakarott!"

He chuckled. "No, I´m goin´ to fuck you!" he purred into my ear. To 

emphasize his words he tore his other hand into my suit and ripped it 

open down to my waist. He then lifted my body with his hand while the 

other tore again at the tattered fabric to leave me naked beneath 

him. 

I started to tremble under his fierce attacks – somehow I had 

believed he would be gentle, but this wild, fiery side on him was 

exciting me even more. He turned me around to face him. A slight 

flush was redding his cheeks and he was definitely turned on by the 

sight of my arousal.

He bent down again, bringing his lips next to my ear. "So, you like 

rough games?" Before I could think of a proper answer, his mouth went 

over to my lips and attacked them with almost bruising fierce. I 

started to groan when I felt his warm callused hand at my cock. 

Goddamn, I wanted to feel more of him all over me! Eager I lifted my 

arms to wrap them around him, trying to pull him down on me. He 

hesitates, but started to pull out his own clothes.

~  burned into my shoulders

   is your sign, red and deep ~

After another everlasting and dangerous kiss Kakarott positioned 

himself between my legs, spreading my thighs apart and roughly 

invaded me. Hot pain overwhelmed my self-control for long seconds and 

I cried out loud for the first time in many years. But slowly it 

faded to a faint uncomfortable feeling, which was also washed away, 

when he slightly nuzzled my neck, kissing and lapping me until 

nothing remembered me of the feeling in my anus. He then pulled back 

and pushed forward, again, smoother now. 

It was so comforting to feel him moving inside me – his stretching 

and rubbing against my inner walls. His warmth and length. For the 

first time in many years I felt complete and my muscles went limp 

under him. He grunted as my legs lost their grip on his waist and 

used this opportunity to drag me closer to him. When he entered me 

the next time I could feel his entire length slip into my body and we 

both let out a low groan. Ah, fulfilment!

Then he set a slow pace, which quickened almost immediately when the 

needs of our bodies were washing away any patience, one of us may 

once have had. It seems to last for hours, this pushing in and out, 

this agonizingly slow building up of lust until I was nearly unable 

to bear this teasing any longer. I started to wriggle desperately, 

commanding (begging?) him to quicken his pace, to came down harder, 

faster – to screw me like mad. 

He took care of my pleas, slammed his cock into me with nearly bone 

braking force and when I arched into his movement he suddenly lowered 

his head and bit down on my neck. I yelled at his attack, completely 

overtaken by the pain and the pleasure. And finally I felt that knot 

of sensations explode and it left me boneless to the waves of 

pleasure, which were rolling over me. At the same time I felt 

Kakarott arch once more and spill his seed into my body, before he 

collapsed on me, still moaning my name, as he has done all the time.

Long minutes he stayed on top of me, limp and exhausted but also 

gently lapping on the wound he had caused on my neck. It was a 

feeling of immense lost, when he finally tried to get up and his limp 

member slid out of my entrance. I whimpered faintly and immediately 

he lowered himself again, embracing me with his body and scent, 

holding me tightly, before we finally started our play again. 

~ you´re still sleeping like an angel,

  lying there like a toy,

  beneath that damned sheets,

  and I´m feeling weird

 (`cause I´m to near to you) ~

The sun has raised, yet, and a beam of morning-sunlight is breaking 

through the window and resting on him. Surrounded by this halo he 

looks like an angel, a perfect creature of innocence and joy. He´s so 

beautiful, I could nearly believe, that he´s a sculpture, formed from 

marble, unless his light breaths, which were moving his delicious 

chest. 

I desperately want to touch his skin and getting drunk by his scent 

and so I´m slowly crouching towards him, lifting a leg to settle 

myself down on his stomach. He stirs faintly, but doesn´t wake up. I 

lower my upper body and rest my cheek on his chest. I can hear his 

heartbeat and every beat of it is making me want to scream for relief 

and joy, that he´s alive and with me.

Tears are welling up in my eyes, but I don´t care, when they spill 

free and run down my face to dampen his skin. 

"What have you done to me, Kakarott?", I ask hoarsly. "I´ve never 

wanted to be near to you, to be with you – and yet, I feel that I´m 

only living for you."

~ yet, the cowardly alone

  kills love only with words.

  It needs a hero, to take the knife

  And I cannot be a coward ~

I´m the victim, I realize. The more I try to outdo him, the more I´m 

becoming his victim. I am his with every inch of my body, my mind and 

my soul. 

`I hate you for that, Kakarott!' I swear soundless. `I have to be the 

strongest and now, you´ve beaten me only with a few words and 

kisses.' I hate myself for being so weak.

Suddenly a hand touches my shoulder. I bolt upright and see him 

gazing at me with his coalblack eyes. There is something so gentle 

and lovely in his look. Why is he looking at me in that way? I don´t 

want him to love me. I don´t want me to love him! 

All my feelings are mixing together under his stare: love, hate, 

despair, defeat, lust. I want to kiss him fiercely, to make love with 

him until my brain´s nothing more than a melting goo and at the same 

time I want to make him scream in agony for his daring to touch, to 

defeat me, again. I plant my hand over his heart, glowing red with 

ki, the other lightly touches his lips, caressing the soft flesh.

"Tell me, Kakarott", am I asking under a choked sob, while fresh 

tears are raining down on his chest. "Shall I love or shall I kill 

you?"

For long minutes he just stares up into my eyes, not moving an inch 

and only looking into the depths of my tattered soul. He says nothing 

while he is searching for something I cannot name. Finally his look 

is getting soft and a slight smile is spreading out on his lips.

"It´s equal to me, love, as long as I can be with you" he states 

calmly. Then he slowly reaches out and pulls me down to meet his lips 

with my own. He tastes so sweet and I´m smiling trough my tears. `I 

accept my defeat, Kakarott – nobody can fight love.'

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