I had to pry his legs apart; it was as if he thought that if I had to make him do it, then he could justify later that it was all my fault if he got hurt.

His head tilted back onto the mirror behind him. He gazed down at me, his face flushed red while beads of sweat rolled down his bare flesh.

I cocked my head innocently, toying with him. “Are you all right, Vegeta? You look sick.”

His teeth bore, which would have been alarming if he hadn’t looked so hot in doing so. “Just get on with it.”

I lay my head on his thigh and pouted. “I don’t know if I want to now.”

“Damn it Kakorot,” He hissed, “Fucking...” He went off in a random tangent of unintelligible words that could have been curses or words he made up.

I lifted my head, and stood up slightly. I grabbed his jaw and forced my mouth upon his own. He moaned in to it, I might have as well, and slipped his tough into my mouth.

We both knew there was no going back now; we had come to a point where biases and control no longer mattered. We both wanted it far too badly.

I pulled away, pressing our foreheads together. “Do you want this?”

He was panting softly. He took his hand and pressed it to my crotch. I groaned, the sound reverberating through my chest. “Just do it,” He muttered something more, but it seemed like his dissection was final.

I dropped back down to my knees. I could smell the heat on him; could smell his lust.

I took him into my mouth, but not all the way. His hip twitched spasmodically; the leg attached to it kicking slightly.

He bucked all of a sudden when I started to suckle and move from the tip to the midpoint of his throbbing arousal.

I put one hand over his stomach and the other over his inner thigh, to keep him from moving too much. All his muscles were contracting, trying to will me into doing what he wanted.

“Kakorot,” He cried softly. “I…” He could not finish. I deep-throated him, his shaft sliding a long ways down my throat.

I pulled up, taking him almost all the way out, and then diving back in again, in slow measures.

He began to purr in between his moaning. I had heard him purr before, in his sleep or when he ate nachos, but never this loud. Never this enthusiastically.

His muscles tensed further. He was ready to come. I stood up halfway, but did not let his shaft free. I could feel the blood rushing like mad through it, veins swelling largely in my mouth.

I completely covered his cock and sucked roughly. That was all it took to make him come. The liquid shot out of him in quick hot bursts, sliding down my throat in one quick load.

He cried out hoarsely, his moans and purrs intermingling. He paused to pant and ketch his breath.

He relaxed against the mirror, his leaving heat causing it to fog slightly. He did not say anything, but rather looked at me.

Still horny myself, I grinned at him. “Tastes good.” I licked my lips.

His eyes rolled while he chuckled. “Give me a few minutes, and then I’ll do you.”

But I didn’t want a blowjob; I wanted to do something new. I wanted to know what he felt like from the inside.

I moved closer to him and grabbed his wrist. He didn’t seem to take much notice, though. I placed two fingers over my forehead, and then we where gone.

He seemed alarmed to find us in a new surrounding, in the cold forest by the waterfall.

“Why are we here?” He couldn’t help but ask.

“Because here, no one can here you scream.” I tried to make the statement sound dark, but it didn’t really work.

He turned around, and I saw that he was hard.

I cocked an eyebrow. “How can you be hard again?” I gestured to his stiff cock.

He shrugged uncomfortably. “That’s how the rut works. You’re hard until it ends.”

I rushed for him, unable to keep my hands to myself any longer. I touched him everywhere he would let me, now that we were tied with this new found trust between us.

He untied my sash, letting my pants fall to the ground. He pulled off my shirt half-way, but then tore it the rest of the way when it wouldn’t come all the way off. He pulled down my boxers, and pulled away from my touches to examine me.

I moved to grab him to me again, but he wouldn’t allow me to. He ran one hand over my stomach, and then stopped just before my need.

He dipped to take him into his mouth, but I grabbed him by a fist of hair and forced him to stand up. He growled at this softly.

My mouth met his in a battle of tongues, one trying to overpower the other.

He apparently found the battle not worth his time, for he moved away to kiss down my neck.

Gooseflesh broke out across my body, my arousal becoming more strained.

I scooped him up into my arms, his legs coming to wrap around my waist in a grip so focused, it probably would have crushed anyone else.

I laid him down on some moss near by, and climbed atop him. I did not enter him, but rather touched our lowed extremities together. He looked up at me expectantly. He could not have been more beautiful than he was at that moment. I realized then that I could spend the rest of my life with him and be completely content.

It could have been the rut talking, but leaving Chichi and moving in with Vegeta far away, maybe on another planet, seemed like the best idea in the world right then.

My mind focused on the present.

I slipped two fingers inside him, to see how much I could stretch him before hand.

The inside of him was not at all what I expected. His flesh was mangled in some areas, while others seemed like they never really healed. And then where was a lump of scar tissue to the side of him that felt like it could have been a tumor.

He shifted uncomfortably beneath me. He knew I could feel the damage in there; or maybe he didn’t like the feel of my fingers.

It didn’t seem like the ravaged tissue caused him any discomfort; more like shame than distress.

I slipped my fingers in deeper, as if looking for something.

He allowed this for only a little while loner before his foot came up and pressed on my arm until I withdraw. Sometimes he amazed me at how flexible he was, and how easily his feet could act as a second pair of hands.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. “Brace yourself,” I told him, and lifted my hips off of him for a moment.

I slid in slowly, savoring it. He was tight, tighter than I had thought he would be.

He made no sound, simply swallowed a few times and watched me intensely.

After a few seconds, I pulled out, and then instantly rammed back in again.

The aftershock seemed to ‘wake him up’, for he twisted violently and cried out sharply. But it didn’t sound like the deep reverberation one would associate with Vegeta; it was more like a strangled hiccup than anything.

I kept moving, forcing myself deeper inside him every time. I began to pant; getting up on my knees for better leverage.

He lay with his back on the ground, his legs on either side of me. His hips rolled desperately against me, bringing me almost over the edge.

My stomach clenched tightly, my balls seeming ready to burst.

We came to that point where we never wanted it to end; where you knew you were about to come and wanted it too, but at the same time you didn’t want to stop.

His panting grew louder, the heat radiating from the both of us becoming thick and sticky in the air around us.

My hands clutched tightly onto him, wherever I could to keep myself inside of him.

He cried something out, it could have been my name or something else, and then he came. His walls came clenching down around me, trying to push me out as well as draw me back in.

I slammed into him one final time before I came as well. I filled him completely, moaning his name and rocking slightly.

I pulled out and came to lie down next to him on the moss, breathless. Sweat soaked and still hot, we lay there for a long while before either of us said anything.

When I realized my eyes were closed, I opened them again. Everything seemed to go back to its original color, the red washed away as if by magic.

I turned to him. I found that he was laying on his side, staring at me; his eyes glazed over as if he were dead.

“Vegeta?” I asked, my eyebrows knitting together.

He blinked, coming out of his comatose-like state. “Hmm?” His voice was gruff again, back to normal.

I ran a hand down the side of his face. He flinched away from the touch.

“You drew blood.”

At first I didn’t understand what he was talking about. He gestured down. My now limp member was coated with a thin sheen of red.

I looked back up into his eyes. “Don’t worry about it.” He said casually, “It’ll heal in a few days.”

I felt really guilty now. I had managed to gain his trust, injure him, and then break that trust all in one afternoon.

I moved toward him, resting my head at the crook of his neck. My arms came to wrap around his much smaller frame.

His sent was strong at that particular area of his body. He smelled kind of spicy now that he was covered with drying sweat. I liked the feel of his heartbeat. I could almost see the blood pulsing through his neck at a slow, calmed speed.

I nuzzled against his neck, and he squirmed away a little.

I almost laughed. Vegeta, Prince of Saiyans, was ticklish.

He was falling asleep. I yawned, tired as well. I dozed off in little time, fully content.

After a long while of dreamless sleep, seeming to be floating within my own mind, I was jarred awake.

Vegeta was desperately trying to pry himself away from me. I let him go, and he scrambled to his feet.

He had broken out into a thin sheen of sweat. He now crutched, panting and shaking, by the waterfall.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, trying to sense some kind of danger nearby.

He stood perfectly still for a long while before he came back again. “Nightmare.” He said and ventured toward me. He curled up against my chest, the shaking subsiding slowly.

I wrapped my arms around him. “About what?”

“Nothing, it’s just part of the rut.” It seemed like he had lied to me, right to my face, but I couldn’t prove it.

We lay in silence for a few minutes before I had to break the silence. “What are we going to do?”

“About what?”

“About… us. About our wives and families. What are we going to do if a baby turns up?”

The topic seemed to make him uncomfortable. “Until there is evidence of a child, we say nothing to anyone.”

“Except Piccolo.” I added.

He gave me a look. “Why would we tell the Namek? What could be beneficial from that?”

“We don’t have to tell him, he already knows.”

“How do you know?” his frown was deepening and his old spite was returning.

“Because this is his waterfall. And that’s his cave.” I pointed to his lair just a half mile away.

When Vegeta realized exactly what I had done, he completely flipped out. “Holy fuck! What the hell, Kakorot! Why would you bring us here if you knew the Namek would be here!”

I sat up a little. “Vegeta. You know the only way I can instant transmission is if I have an energy signal to fallow. I fallowed his because he was near the waterfall.”

“So you mean to tell me that he heard everything we just did!”

“I don’t know about all of it, but he did hear some. He left a while ago, you just didn’t notice.”

What did he care if Piccolo heard us or not? It’s not like he was standing over us while we did naughty things. He left a long time ago, pretty quickly too. He was actually near Ireland as it was.

Vegeta fell back onto the moss, contemplating. “Kakorot, I hope you realize that your inexplicable stupidity might have just coast us our families.”

“I don’t think so. Piccolo will keep a secret, especially if talking about the secret makes him uncomfortable.”

Vegeta sighed with frustration, dropping the subject. “Take me home. And not somewhere were someone will see us and ask why we’re naked.”