Revelations
Trunks affixed the postage stamp to the last
envelope with a satisfied sigh, leaning back in his chair and allowing a
pleased, secretive smile to cross his lips. Videl and Grandma Briefs had wanted
to send the invitations in the traditional way, even though Trunks could have
simply flown around and told everyone about it, and now all that was left was
to put them in the mail. After that... Well... There was another small
task left.
Getting up from the table, Trunks wandered out
to the mailbox, absently placing the letters inside and raising the small flag
as he pondered the best way in which to approach this last obstacle. He chewed
thoughtfully on the inside of his cheek, frowning and smoothing stray hairs
back from his face as he returned to the house. There really was no good way to
plan a strategy for this quarry, he would just have to go with his instincts.
Extending his senses, he located Vejiita’s ki,
rather predictably, in the general direction of the gravity chamber, but when
he arrived the warning lights were off and, glancing in the windows, he could
see that the room was empty. Lifting an eyebrow in mild surprise, he began a
quick search for his father, circling the hallway around the gravity room.
It wasn’t long before he came upon the prince,
but, when he found him, his eyes widened slightly. Vejiita was bent over an
open control panel, some small tools laid out beside him, his dark eyes narrowed
in concentration as he carefully adjusted something inside.
Faintly alarmed, Trunks stepped toward him
warily. "Ah, Dad? Do you need any help?"
Vejiita grunted in response, and Trunks felt a
smile pulling at his lips in spite of himself as the prince unconsciously held
his tongue between his lower lip and teeth as he attempted to perform whatever
delicate procedure he was working on. Still, he quietly approached, ready to
leap to the rescue if his stubborn father accidentally touched off something dangerous.
A harsh, guttural word suddenly escaped
Vejiita’s lips, one Trunks didn’t recognize. A moment later more unintelligible
speech followed as the prince apparently mumbled to himself under his breath.
Suddenly he paused, pursing his lips for a moment, then straightened, setting
his tools down and closing the panel.
Moving to the main controls, he flipped several
switches and punched his code into the keypad.
"So... What’s wrong?"
Vejiita glanced toward the monitor displaying
the chamber’s power levels before responding.
"The gravity wasn’t engaging. I came up
here to see if I could fix it. It was just one of the circuits in the command
interface was shot. The generator itself seems to be working fine, they simply
weren’t communicating, so I replaced one of the circuits."
Trunks eyebrows had shot up in surprise as
Vejiita had spoken, surprised that the prince seemed to actually have some idea
of what he was doing and wasn’t simply trying to solve the problem out of
pride.
Vejiita punched a few more keys, and the screen
displayed a SET GRAVITY prompt. His eyes narrowing slightly, the prince typed
in ‘100’, entering the command. A moment later there was a rumble and the red
warning lights lit up around the perimeter of the gravity chamber, the display
above the door reading ‘100g’s’.
Vejiita’s lips curved in a smile as a low growl
of satisfaction escaped him.
Trunks was dually impressed. "Wow, Dad,
that’s pretty good. I didn’t know you knew how to fix stuff like this..."
Vejiita shrugged, wiping his hands on his pants
before bending to gather his tools. "You don’t use one of these for twenty
years without learning something about it," he replied, straightening.
Trunks was beginning to ask Vejiita about what
else he knew when he paused, shaking his head at himself. He would let himself
completely forget what he was here for if he didn’t stay focused.
"Anyway, ah... Dad?"
Vejiita lifted an eyebrow at him, waiting.
"I was kind of wondering, well, if you
might..."
The prince folded his arms over his chest.
"Spit it out, boy."
"Well, you see, Gohan and Videl are having
this party, and everyone’s invited, and so I... You’ll come, won’t you?"
Vejiita’s other eyebrow shot up to join the
first. "A party."
"Yeah... You know, we haven’t all gotten
together for a while, the whole group, and so they wanted to have everyone over
for dinner... and stuff... this weekend."
"They’re inviting me to their
home." Vejiita said, looking at him strangely, as if he could not believe
such a thing.
Trunks’ heart clenched slightly. It had been so
long since Vejiita had first joined the Earth fighters, in name at least, and
even still he could not quite seem to accept that they actually wanted him to
be part of their circle.
"Yes, you," he replied, trying to keep
the concern from his voice.
Vejiita gazed past him for a moment, apparently
considering. "Everyone... will be there?"
Trunks nodded. "Yeah, we’re finally getting
everyone together all at once."
The prince’s eyes darkened. "I don’t
know... I’m not sure, I don’t think-"
Trunks quickly interrupted him before he could
compete that thought. "Please, Dad? They’ll all be there. Gohan and
Videl and Pan and Krillen and Marron and Goku," he said, wedging that name
quickly between all the others, "Goten, Juuhachigo, Piccolo, Tenshinhan,
Chaozu, Master Roshi... We’ll miss you if you’re not there..."
Vejiita snorted disbelievingly at that, his tone
turning sarcastic. "Of course, because I’m always the life of the
party..."
"Please?" Trunks pleaded, touching the
prince’s arm to return Vejiita’s gaze to him. He put on his best face for
garnering sympathy, wondering vaguely if something like that could possibly
work on Vejiita. "I really want you to come, Dad... Won’t you?"
The prince stared at him for a moment, his dark
eyes unreadable. "Trunks, I..." He glanced at his son’s puppy-dog
face once more. His last protest deflated on a sigh. "Oh, all right."
A huge grin brightened Trunks’ whole face and he
crushed his father to him in a brief, impulsive hug, still marveling at the
changes in their relationship that allowed him to do so.
"Thanks, Dad! I’m sure Gohan and Videl will
be happy to hear it."
Vejiita gave him a light, awkward pat on the
back, then gently pushed him away, and Trunks glanced at him to see him
flushing slightly.
"Oh, hell..." he mumbled, not quite
meeting Trunks’ eyes, "Just... get out of here, boy, and let me get
started on my workout..."
"Okay," Trunks smiled, understanding
his father’s discomfiture. "Thanks again, Dad."
Vejiita grunted, waving him away, and Trunks
headed toward his bedroom to call Gohan, still smiling. Mission completed.
Vejiita shoved both hands through the tall black
spikes of his hair, then tugged sharply on his leather jacket, straightening it
as he glared murderously at his reflection. How in the hell he’d let Trunks
talk him into this, he didn’t know.
"Stupid kid," he muttered under his
breath. "Not fair to use emotional manipulation..."
Vejiita despised parties. He’d inevitably end up
standing in the corner, scowling and just wishing that the night were over, and
tonight it would only be worse, because Kakarrot would be there...
"Kakarrot..." he growled, his tail
lashing from side to side slightly. He was not looking forward to this
encounter at all. Still hissing under his breath, unconsciously switching to
Saiyago, he bent to pull on his shoes, quickly tying the laces and then
straightening as he felt Trunks approaching.
The boy popped his head around the door and
lifted an eyebrow, looking up and down. A low whistle slid from his lips and he
grinned, moving the rest of the way into the room.
"Nice," he commented, "Pretty
stylish, Dad." Then his smile widened and he reached into the back pocket
of his pants. "Now, put these on and you’ll look totally badass."
That said, he tossed Vejiita a small case, which
the prince caught instinctively. Opening it, he looked inside to find a pair of
pitch black, streamlined sunglasses, their reflective lenses making the eyes
behind nearly invisible. They were clearly expensive, and he looked back at his
son, lifting his eyebrow and wondering what the motivation for the gift was.
Trunks shrugged. "Happy birthday," he
said, only half-joking. "I mean, I don’t know when your real birthday is,
so I’ve never gotten you a present or anything. Might as well start now."
Vejiita glanced down briefly, happiness and
guilt flooding him all at once. He hadn’t exactly thrown Trunks any huge
parties, either, and he did know when the boy’s birthday was.
Seeming to sense where his thoughts were headed,
Trunks spoke softly.
"Try them on."
Carefully, Vejiita removed the sunglasses from
the case, placing the black box in his pocket, then sliding the glasses onto
his face. He glanced up, looking at his son in astonishment when he heard an
almost-giggle escape the boy, and Trunks gestured for him to look in the
mirror. Obligingly, the prince turned toward his reflection, and was
immediately hard-pressed to keep a grin from his own features. The glasses
completed the image to perfection.
He wore sleek black shoes which met pitch black,
form-fitting jeans that clung flatteringly to thighs and hips. A white, ribbed
shirt hugged his chest and stomach, covered by his leather jacket. His swept-up
hair gave him a rakish appearance, and the sunglasses accented the whole
effect. Even he had to acknowledge that Trunks was right. To use the boy’s own
words, he looked ‘totally badass’.
Trunks moved to stand beside him, grinning with
satisfaction at their appearances. Dressed in black khakis, black shoes, a
gray, skin-tight t-shirt, and with his lavender hair back in a ponytail, a few
rebellious strands escaping, the boy didn’t look half-bad himself.
"Sweetness," Trunks laughed, grinning
at their reflections.
He threw an arm around Vejiita’s shoulders
suddenly, his smile turning conspiratorial. "It’s too bad we’re not going
clubbing tonight, no one would be able to keep their eyes off us."
Vejiita felt his own lips finally dragged into
an answering smile as an odd warmth filled his heart. There was something to be
said for all that father-son stuff after all.
"You know," he said in a half-hearted
last attempt to escape their destination, "we still could go out
clubbing...." Even that was better than going to face Kakarrot.
"Oh, no," Trunks said with a slight
smile, "There’s always another time for that. Come on, Dad, we’d better
get going before you chicken out."
Trunks headed out of the room, and Vejiita
followed him, protesting irritably.
"I am not chickening out, I’m just
saying that...."
Goku looked up, smiling warmly as he saw Krillen
entering with Juuhachigo and Marron on his heels, the little man’s face alight
as he grinned and nodded in response to some comment from Gohan. Juuhachigo
replied in her normal reserved fashion, though there was a small curve to her lips
as well, and Marron blushed prettily as Gohan no doubt paid her a flattering
compliment.
At the far end of the room Master Roshi was
talking loudly to Piccolo, complete with animated gestures and exaggerated
inflection. Goku felt his grin widen as he took in the long-suffering look on
Piccolo’s face, the Namek attempting to ignore the elderly human grasping for
his attention. Yamcha was by the snack bar, talking about old times with
Tenshinhan and Chaozu. Goten was standing a bit to Goku’s right with his new
girlfriend, Christina, pointing to each person in turn and telling her a bit
about them.
It really had been far too long since they had
all gotten together. His grin faded slightly. Now that Krillen and family had
arrived, the only people left were Trunks... and Vejiita. Some part of him
badly wanted to see the prince, while a larger, more cowardly part hoped he
wouldn’t.
He probably won’t show up anyway, a voice whispered snidely, he hates parties. If he
came someone might get the idea that he actually cares.
He frowned, immediately feeling guilty and
reprimanding himself. He was hurt, and because of that he was being unfair.
He forced himself to smile as Krillen approached
him and started a conversation, mumbling answers automatically during the pauses,
only half-listening. And then Gohan’s voice caught his attention as his son
once more answered the door. Focusing through the continuous murmur of voices
all around him, Goku caught the tail end of the new arrival’s response, voiced
in low, unmistakable tones.
"...ahead, Trunks will be here
shortly."
Slowly, forgetting Krillen entirely, Goku lifted
his eyes to the doorway. And then the breath left his chest as his mouth went
dry.
Vejiita looked simply incredible. After more
than two weeks without so much as a glimpse of the prince, his eyes eagerly
drank in the sight of him. From his feet to the tip of his hair, the other
Saiya-jin was stunning. The deep black jeans he wore showed off rock-hard
thighs and firm buttocks to every advantage, a perfect fit as they molded to
his body, his chestnut tail curling lazily behind him. The white shirt he wore
clung lightly to his chest and stomach, providing a faint, tantalizing outline
of sculpted muscle as the black leather of his jacket wrapped smoothly around his
arms and back, lending that odd sexuality that only leather could. Dark,
reflective sunglasses covered his eyes, and Goku let his gaze wander over that
face, following the familiar arch of elegant eyebrows, down the straight bridge
of his nose, over the prominent cheekbones, and finally coming to rest on
smooth, full lips. A slightly shaky breath slid from Goku’s lungs. Everything
about him was undeniably and powerfully masculine, and the Saiya-jin prince
radiated a dangerous sensuality.
Now Gohan was leading Vejiita toward the living
room, pausing when he entered and waving a hand to gain everyone’s attention.
"Well, everyone, Trunks is on the way, and,
as you can see, Vejiita’s here, which means the party can really
begin," he joked, grinning. Behind him Vejiita gave a low grunt and
shifted his stance, no doubt rolling his eyes behind those dark glasses.
Glancing around the room, Goku noted each
person’s reaction to Vejiita’s presence, ranging from welcome, to neutrality,
to real, if subdued, resentment. He also noted that he was not the only one to
be struck dumb by the prince’s appearance. He watched with a strange mixture of
amusement and irritation as Christina stared at him, gaping openly at the
prince. Then, in spite of himself, he felt a small smile tug at his lips as he
wondered how she would react if she knew Vejiita was over fifty years old.
He watched assessingly as Goten gave Vejiita a
wave that, if slightly hesitant, was completely lacking in any real fear. If
anything, there was a slight friendliness behind his son’s black eyes as he
called out, "Hey, Vejiita, come here! I want to introduce you to my
girlfriend."
For a moment the prince stared at him
expressionlessly, then silently made his way over to stand in front of the
girl. Christina continued to stare at him, her eyes nearly popping out of her
head.
"Vejiita, this is my girlfriend, Christina.
Christina, this is Vejiita, Trunks’ father."
The girl’s jaw fell open again. "Trunks’ father?!
Holy crap, he looks more like his big brother, or something."
Goten laughed and said something else, Goku
allowing the meaning of the words to slip by as he simply watched Vejiita’s
interactions, the prince briefly exchanging greetings with most of the people
at the party. At some point Trunks showed up, laughing and ready for fun as he
made the rounds, catching up on old times and tossing occasional jibes at his
father.
Suddenly aware of a presence at his elbow, Goku
looked up to find Gohan standing next to him, looking at him with a strange
expression on his face.
He offered his son a smile, raising his eyebrows
questioningly. "Hey, Gohan, what’s up?"
"Aren’t you going to even say hi to
Vejiita, Dad?" Gohan asked with a small frown. "You’re the only one
who hasn’t talked to him. Even Yamcha muttered some kind of greeting. You’re
usually the first one to welcome him."
Goku froze, his mind suddenly scrambling to come
up with a plausible excuse for not speaking to the prince, cursing the bad luck
that had let Gohan notice his behavior.
"Well, I- I guess I was- I mean I..."
he stumbled, glancing to the side guiltily. After a moment he realized there
wasn’t any reason he could give to not speak to the prince. He attempted to
flash his normal, cheerful smile.
"Sure, I’ll say hi to him, I was just...
watching for a while..." he finished lamely.
Sighing, trying to ignore the apprehensive
tightening in his gut, Goku pushed away from the wall and began to cross the
room toward Vejiita. A surge of emotions tried to push its way to the surface,
anger, hurt, betrayal, and love all struggling for domination. In the end, he
mastered them all, his voice amazingly neutral as he spoke.
"Hey, Vejiita, how are you doing?"
He watched as the prince, who had been facing
Trunks, suddenly went rigid, the change almost undetectable to anyone else. For
the briefest moment there was a flood of jumbled emotions through their
connection, but it was cut off before he could unravel any of it. Then, very
slowly, the other Saiya-jin turned to face him.
Goku suddenly cursed the glasses that hid
Vejiita’s eyes as the prince looked at him, wishing he could remove them to
read the expression there. His stomach churned as he waited for the other man’s
response.
"Kakarrot. I’m fine." That said, the
words flatly monotone, Vejiita turned his back on him again.
Goku was left standing foolishly in the middle
of the room, his eyes closed and hard.
Vejiita repressed a faint twitch that wanted to
pull at his cheek as he noted the seating for dinner. There were sixteen people
present, since Christina had had to leave early, and Videl and Mrs. Briefs had
divided them into two groups of eight. At Vejiita’s table there was himself,
Goku, Gohan, Goten, Trunks, Videl, Krillen, and Juuhachigo. He was to be seated
directly across from Kakarrot. The only way it could have been worse was to
have the other Saiya-jin sitting right next to him, and even then he wouldn’t
have had to look at him the whole time. Silently, he blessed Trunks for giving
him the sunglasses, suddenly grateful for small advantages.
The call came to be seated and dinner started
well enough, as long as he looked at his food and not the man sitting across
from him. Even so, he could feel it when Kakarrot looked at him, feel those
eyes burning into him without ever raising his head. He closed his eyes for a
moment, fighting it, fighting the rise of those feelings inside him that wished
they were alone, that wished to feel the touch of his lips... He could not do
this. He would not be weak.
"....Dad?"
He jerked his head up, blinking and looking at
Trunks, who was seated to his right.
"What-" He cursed as his voice caught.
"What is it?"
"Are you all right...?"
He glanced around the table to find that
conversation had nearly stopped as they all paused to look at him. Carefully
avoiding the pair of eyes opposite him, he lifted a shoulder slightly, forcing
his voice to calmness. "I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?"
Trunks frowned slightly, then shrugged. "I
don’t know..."
"So," Gohan said casually, leaning
back in his chair, "How’s the sparring been, you guys?"
Vejiita froze, fingers tightening slightly on
his fork. There was a moment of silence that seemed to stretch for far too long
before Goku finally mumbled, "Fine. It’s good..."
"You two have been getting along for
once?" Gohan pressed, lacing his fingers behind his head.
Vejiita, who had finally managed to get a bite
of food into his mouth, choked suddenly, his grip tightening until he felt the
silver fork start to bend. Setting it down, he instead grabbed his glass of
water and swallowed some hastily, nearly spilling on himself in his distress.
His only small satisfaction was gleaned in that Goku seemed to be having a
similar difficulty swallowing, the other Saiya-jin pressing his hand to his
mouth.
Then a sudden, terrifying thought crossed
Vejiita’s mind. He knew that he had injured Kakarrot, on some level. What was
to stop the other Saiya-jin from hurting him back?
The prince swallowed, feeling something close to
panic constricting his chest. All Kakarrot would have to do was say that, yes,
they’d been getting along. In fact, Vejiita had even let Kakarrot fuck him. It
would be worth any embarrassment for Kakarrot to see what Vejiita would suffer.
He was the outsider here, not Kakarrot. He himself could have easily said
something like that to a group of his own peers and thought nothing of it.
He could feel Kakarrot’s eyes boring into him
and frantically wondered how much of that fear he had let slip through their
cursed link. Abruptly pushing back from the table, he rose to his feet,
muttering, "I’m done."
Turning away jerkily, he retreated outside,
bowing his head and bracing himself against the railing of the porch. He should
never have agreed to come tonight. Again, the disgust rose in him, disgust at
his own pathetic weakness and for the briefest moment he longed for the
strength that had been his before he had cared. Before he had come to this
place he would never have been in this position, tormented by foolish,
meaningless emotions that threatened to bring him to his knees.
Meaningless... What I feel... is
meaningless...
His eyes closed as he slowly lowered his
forehead to rest against his crossed arms, hating the pain that lanced his
chest, the weakness in his heart. Wishing he could die. No he didn’t... Didn’t
want to die... Did he?
He curled his arms up to wrap around his head,
his elbows still braced on the railing as he gritted his teeth against the
pain, against his own cowardice. He spoke without realizing it, his voice rough
and agonized, barely audible.
"God... help me..."
There was the soft sound of someone clearing
their throat and he snapped upright, turning quickly to face the sound. To face
him. Kakarrot stood there, limed in the welcoming light from the windows, his
black eyes shielded as he met Vejiita’s gaze. And even still there was that
warmth.
Kakarrot rarely looked elegant, never severe.
Right now he was dressed in blue jeans, a comfortable fit, his feet clad in
dark, scuffed shoes. He wore a light gray t-shirt, tucked in at the waste,
laying smoothly over his shoulders and chest, and his dark hair was wild as
ever, springing up rebelliously from his head and ruffling playfully in the
occasional breeze. His face was open and direct, a mouth that smiled so easily,
laugh lines at the corners of his eyes. Warmth. All around him, even now
Vejiita could feel it brushing against his own coldness, pulling at him.
God, he wanted... Wanted him.
That silence stretched, stretched unbearably,
and Vejiita drew in a slow breath, wondering what Kakarrot’s purpose was, why
he had followed him out here. Wondering what he had said, what he was thinking.
He almost started when the other Saiya-jin
extended his hand, looking down at it and blinking. A dark brown bottle, damp
with condensation, little sparkly droplets slowly sliding down the sides to
drip onto the wooden planking of the deck below.
"I wondered if you might be thirsty,"
Kakarrot said quietly, still offering him the beer. He held another in his
other hand, resting lightly on the railing as he waited for the prince’s
response. Carefully, Vejiita took it, so careful not to touch the other
Saiya-jin’s hand, not to touch that warmth.
For a long moment he looked at the drink in his
hand, silence falling again as he heard the soft hiss of Kakarrot opening his
own bottle and then joining him in leaning against the railing, gazing out at
the night as he took a drink. Fireflies blinked here and there across Gohan and
Videl’s front yard, slowly going about their business, oblivious to the two
Saiya-jins that watched them. Vejiita finally took a drink of his own beer,
feeling the amber liquid bubble against his tongue, letting the strangely
pleasant sensation fill his mouth before swallowing. It was something unique to
the Earth he had found he enjoyed, the carbonation frequently found in their
alcoholic drinks. Gently swirling the liquid in its brown bottle, he thought it
seemed Saiya-jin. Something the Saiya-jins would have liked.
He could feel Kakarrot gazing at him from time
to time, but the air remained still between them, neither speaking, having
reached an odd kind of lull, a moment of stillness in which neither was sure
when, or how, to act.
Behind his sunglasses, still on despite the
darkness, Vejiita found his eyes drawn to Kakarrot’s hands, loosely clasped
around his drink, his forearms braced against the railing. Powerful hands, the
strength in one finger beyond that of most humans, but yet they were gentle. No
innocent blood, but rather countless lives saved, countless worlds preserved, a
symphony of helpless souls, protected by those gentle hands. Those same hands
had touched him, touched him with that unbearable gentleness. Touched him,
embraced his darkness with that light, no matter how little he deserved it.
Those hands had shown him ecstasy and held him all the way through it, and they
were there to catch him when he landed. They had claimed him... made him their
own...
No, I... I won’t... I won’t be possessed by
him...
And then he couldn’t stop his gasp as one of
those hands lifted and touched his own, strong fingers curling around his palm,
drawing it away from his drink and toward Kakarrot’s chest. The other Saiya-jin
paused when Vejiita’s hand was just beneath his chin, then dropped his head,
his eyes sliding half closed as he began pressing warm, gentle kisses against
each of Vejiita’s fingers in turn.
A tremor shook Vejiita’s body, and he could only
breath shallowly, watching Kakarrot, struggling to remember why he needed to
pull away.
"I wouldn’t have, you know," Kakarrot
said softly, moving from Vejiita’s middle to his ring finger with his kisses,
his breath warm against the prince’s skin.
"W-What?" Vejiita stammered, his voice
a whisper, trying to pull his mind together.
Kakarrot turned his hand over, his beer left
standing on the railing as he kissed Vejiita’s palm, lightly nipping the pad of
his thumb before lifting his head to look directly at the prince.
"I wouldn’t have told them what’s happened
between us."
Vejiita drew back slightly without realizing it,
embarrassed shame rising in him to know that Kakarrot had read him, but the
other Saiya-jin did not release his hand.
"I don’t know who you think I am,
Vejiita," he said, his voice still quiet, and as he spoke his other hand
slowly lifted, "but you have to know that I would never hurt you like
that." Vejiita again flinched away slightly as that hand moved toward his
face, and, still speaking, Kakarrot gently drew his sunglasses off. "Why
can’t you trust me...?"
At the end his voice was a whisper, folding the
sunglasses and slipping them into the pocket of Vejiita’s coat, and the prince
was frozen as Kakarrot released his hand, moving closer to him. He reached out,
and Vejiita’s breath was becoming ragged as his fingers carefully hooked the
low collar of the prince’s shirt, drawing it to the side slightly to expose the
scar. An uncontrollable shiver swept Vejiita’s body as Kakarrot lightly brushed
his fingertips over it.
"Have I claimed you, Vejiita?" he
whispered, so close now that his breath fluttered over Vejiita’s cheek.
"I’d like to... I’d like to have your consent this time..."
He had tilted his head now, his lips nearly
brushing Vejiita’s as he spoke.
"And I’d like you to stay when it’s over.
Vejiita, I love you."
And then Kakarrot’s mouth took the gasp from his
lips, capturing them completely. There was no hesitation this time, no
tentativeness, the kiss deepening almost immediately as Kakarrot’s arms slid
around him, pulling their bodies together. Vejiita jerked, an almost agonized
moan escaping into the other Saiya-jin’s mouth as he felt Kakarrot’s body
against his, and he was kissing the other man just as deeply, leaning into him,
eyes closed. His hand came up, slid against the solid reality of Kakarrot’s
ribs to his back, his fingers curling into the material of the other
Saiya-jin’s shirt. He drew Kakarrot’s tongue into his mouth, meeting it with
his own as he felt the other man’s arm slide up to wrap around his shoulders,
drawing him even closer.
Vejiita could feel his heart racing, his fingers
trembling where they were clenched in Kakarrot’s shirt. His tail curled up to
wrap around the back of Kakarrot’s leg, pulling their thighs together, and
Kakarrot’s hands stroked down his back through his jacket. He found himself
wishing to get rid of it, rid of the barriers preventing him from feeling the
other Saiya-jin’s hands against his skin as he brought his other arm up to wrap
around Kakarrot’s back, still holding the forgotten bottle.
Oh God... Want him... Want to be with him...
And he suddenly realized that it was true,
realized that he wanted to be with the other Saiya-jin, didn’t just want
him. That was part of it, certainly, but so much of it was just wanting to be
in Kakarrot’s presence, to listen to him talk, hear him laugh, to witness the
true miracle of his unfailing goodness. He wouldn’t even mind any of those
foolish things Kakarrot did so often.
He gasped for breath, keeping his eyes closed as
the other Saiya-jin’s lips slid from his mouth, kissing down his cheek, his
jaw...
I think I... What I feel... feel for him,
I...
He felt Kakarrot’s tongue run over his neck
lightly, then more kisses, and he tipped his cheek against the other man’s ear,
his lips parting.
"Kakarrot... I..."
His head fell back slightly as Kakarrot nuzzled
his throat, his body feeling weak and exhilarated all at once. He sagged
against the other Saiya-jin, and as he did so, the bottle slipped from his
fingers.
It smashed loudly against the boards beneath
their feet, shattering into a thousand fragments, and the sound struck Vejiita
like a pail of ice water, whatever spell had been cast over him melting away,
letting the voices in his head in again.
What the hell are you doing you fool?! You
are Saiya-jin royalty! How dare you give yourself up to anyone, much less this
worthless nobody! You can never be with him, and he could never love you, with
everything you’ve done. You don’t need love anyway, he’s just using you, and
you’re letting him control you.
A sudden, violent shove removed Kakarrot’s touch
from him and Vejiita staggered backward, his eyes wide and glaring, filled with
anger, confusion, and panic.
"Get the fuck off me, Kakarrot!" he
said harshly, still backing away, nearly tripping in his haste. Kakarrot was
staring at him with absolute disbelief written across his face, his black eyes
screaming with hurt.
Doesn’t matter, doesn’t matter, he’s fooling
you, he’ll hurt you. Stay away from him.
Vejiita’s back connected hard with the railing
surrounding the porch and he clutched it to keep his balance, still looking at
the other man.
Then he abruptly twisted, vaulted over the
railing and was gone.
Gohan backed away from the window, his eyes wide
with shock, and sat down heavily on his bed in the darkened room. He put his
hand to his mouth, trying to process everything he had just witnessed.
Shortly after his father had gone outside, he
had slipped away from the party and gone upstairs to observe from the
second-floor window of his bedroom, determined to discover what was wrong with
their fathers.
What he had seen... was not what he had
expected, to say the least.
For a long time, the young doctor sat quietly,
pressing his hands together and holding them against his lips as he braced his
elbows on his knees, carefully contemplating the implications and consequences
of the scene that had so recently occurred.
Some time later, he got up to find Trunks.
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