Maintaining
By Pixelgoddess

Warnings: Yaoi, Yuri. Smut. Violence (later), rape (later), angst (right away). A Goku that started out cheerful, but is now as angst-filled as Vegeta. A nice dyke Chichi.
Pairings: Goku/Vegeta, Radditz/Vegeta, Chichi/OC. (Okay, okay, I don't like original characters either, but I think you will forgive me. Besides, she won't mess with your favorite Saiyans at all.) Maybe some other pairs if the mood strikes me.
Summary: Vegeta's life has begun to fall apart, his control slipping away. Will Goku be able to help him hold on, or will he become another victim of Vegeta's past? Yaoi - G/V, R/V, Yuri - CC/OC
Disclaimer: Of course I don't own them. Honestly. How could you think that? I am a goddess, not an extremely wealthy Japanese man.

Okay - for this chapter I had to do some funky punctuation, because italics don't always show up - and you need them to follow the first section. ++means dream, okay?

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Chapter 16 - Fire


But now his ki was nearly gone. Vegeta...he had begged not to die. Goku had never known him to do that before. But he wasn't in any danger now. No. He was missing something. But what? Vegeta had always fought giving his all - he was nearly suicidal in his attacks. Vegeta had died twice - fighting Frieza and Buu...he wasn't afraid of dying after the first time. If anything, he was even more reckless.

Goku had been dead, and it wasn't that bad - it had been kind of fun sometimes. Of course, he had been in Otherworld. Vegeta had been in dead during some of his fight against Frieza...and after Buu, Vegeta had been...

Oh, fuck!

In hell...

With...

Frieza.
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Vegeta groaned as the dream started again. No, it was more than a dream - it was a memory that kept replaying, torturing him.

++He had been strong and triumphant. He had finally defeated Kakarott. Buu's power had been amazing, but he had destroyed the pink blob. He had redeemed himself - protecting his family and adopted home, even though it had cost him his life. He had died in battle, a warrior.

++He glanced around the barren plain - he recognized hell - he had been here before. Time was different here, he knew. To those still living he had been gone only minutes, but in hell it had been days - not that it mattered anymore.

++He headed for a formation that may as well have been a mountain, fighting and destroying minor attackers along the way. Others were there, watching the events on earth. He was angry when he realized his death had been for nothing - Buu still lived! And Kakarott - he growled - he was furious to realize the younger Saiyan had hidden his true strength.

++He got so absorbed in watching, he lost touch with events around him, which is why he was surprised when he was spoken to.

++"Oh look, our pet is back."

++He whirled to face the speaker, dropping in to a defensive stance. "Zarbon," he hissed.

++The green-haired creature advanced, making him take an involuntary step back before he got control and stopped. "Get the fuck away from me, you pastel freak!" he snarled.

++"Now, now - is that anyway to talk to your old *playmate*?" Zarbon asked, smirking.

++He knew he was much stronger than the fey thing in front of him, and began to draw on his power to destroy him permanently. The energy burned and flared in his hand, and still Zarbon stood smiling, unmoving. "I'll wipe that stupid grin off your face forever!"

++"Ah, my little monkey prince," came an icy voice from behind him. He shuddered and lost his ball of ki as a thick white tail wrapped around his neck. :: I couldn't sense him! He's learned to hide his ki! :: He forgot to fight as a voice whispered in his ear, "You weren't planning on attacking one of my followers, were you? You do remember the penalty for that, don't you?"

++"Frieza," he breathed, fear and remembered pain chilling him.

++He was pulled back against the monster's chest, one arm pinned to his side, sharp nails leaving trails of blood from abdomen to chest as his top was shredded.

++"Let go of me, you fucking lizard!" he shouted as he struggled with his free hand to pull the tail away, trying and failing to ascend.

He was going to lose - he knew he was. He was forced to relive this nightmare over and over. He had gotten too complacent during his time on earth. He hadn't realized that Frieza would still be here, his punishment not complete. And even if he had known, what could he have done? He had to protect his family. He thought he could stop Buu...

++Frieza's power suddenly flared around them both, searing him, the very air too hot to breathe. He gasped for breath as the tail tightened around his neck, a pinpoint of ki in the center of his tail scar shooting fire up his spine, the pain burning through to his fingertips. He screamed in agony, his legs collapsing, held off the ground only by the thick white noose.

++"That's how I like to see my monkey," Frieza chuckled. "On his knees in front of me."

How had this happened? He was the strongest he had ever been, but it did him no good. Every time that tail wrapped around him his ki failed him and he couldn't fight well enough to resist. It was like he was a weak and frightened child again, struggling to hide that from his enemies. He knew how this was going to end, but still he couldn't wake up...

~~Vegeta, it's a dream. You can change it.~~

++His mind was fogged by pain, his lungs screaming for air. He heard Frieza's voice, but the words meant nothing to him. He was only vaguely aware of Zarbon approaching, energy spitting in his hand.

~~It's not real. You are stronger than he is. Make him stop.~~

++His back arched as Zarbon brushed his hand over his chest, fire following the trail, his clothing melting and boiling against his skin.

He remembered...Frieza would shove him face down to the ground, Zarbon pinning his arms as Frieza raped him again, and again. The lizard would trace lines of ki up and down his spine, crossing and re-crossing his tail scar, just like Zarbon had done years ago when he had learned how sensitive his tail was. He wouldn't be able to hold his screams in anymore as he cried, begging them to stop, but Frieza would just laugh and say he would break him this time.

~~Vegeta, listen to me. You can end this. Make it different.~~

++He felt a stab of pain in his shoulder and it felt like acid coursed through his veins, searing his mind. His ki flared, and he flashed gold for a moment in a desperate bid to escape, before Frieza's snuffed it out.

--Help me.--

++He heard the lizard whispering to him, "No one cares about you but me, little monkey. Swear your loyalty to me, and I will make you stronger than you've ever dreamed. You can lead my armies. I've always had plans for you, but you keep resisting me, little prince."

~~Fight him, Vegeta. You can do it.~~

--I can't. Help me.--

++"They are glad you are dead, little monkey prince. No one on earth wants you."

++He sobbed out his denial even as he was shoved to the ground, Frieza's fingers burying themselves into his hips, tearing into skin and muscle. Zarbon used one hand to pin his hands, the other hauling him up by his hair so he could watch his face, laughing when Frieza raped him.

++He felt ice behind him and tried to make his muscles relax enough to reduce the pain when he was entered. He heard the lizard and closed his eyes in fearful anticipation.

--Please help me.--

++"Ka-me-ha-me-ha!"

++He felt the wave pass over him as Frieza was hit, blasted to ashes. A second strike caught a shocked Zarbon, annihilating him.

The dream had changed? Someone had saved him? They heard him ask for help?

~~You saved yourself. You did it, Vegeta.~~

++He struggled to sit up, pain washing through him. He couldn't focus, but there in front of him was - orange?

++"Kakarott?"

++There was a gentle hand wiping away a tear, a tail caressing his forehead and cheek. He didn't understand why Kakarott would help someone as weak and worthless as he was. All questions went out of his mind as he felt warm lips tenderly pressed against his own and he began to purr.

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Vegeta slowly woke up, finally feeling safe. He had been having the same dream repeatedly for months, usually several times a night - which was why he had resisted sleeping, forcing himself to stay awake. But this was the first time the nightmare had shifted - Frieza and Zarbon had been destroyed before they could hurt him anymore.

Why had he dreamed that Kakarott had been the one to save him?

He couldn't deny wanting the younger Saiyan, often wondering what he would feel like beneath his fingers. He had tried to shut out these desires, sure that because he was raised here, he accepted the foolish morals of this planet. His hopes had risen when Kakarott had confessed to him. But...he remembered...Kakarott had said no... It was so confusing - his scent had said he wanted him, but...he resisted. Why? Was it because Kakarott saw him as unworthy?

He had changed. Before Buu, he would have been furious at the thought that he would need someone's help. Since then he was grateful that anyone was even willing to try to help someone as weak as he was.

He heard himself purring, a deeper one echoing behind him, the vibrations sending tremors of pleasure through his spine to the tip of his tail. He closed his eyes, just enjoying the sensation. Oh GodS! It was Kakarott! He had wanted to be held like this for so long - please don't let him still be dreaming. He was sitting between Kakarott's long legs, leaning back against the soothing heat of his bare chest. Fingers were whispering over his cheek and through his hair. An arm was wrapped comfortingly around his waist, a lazy hand tracing designs on his stomach. Kakarott's tail was coiled loosely around his leg, the tip slowly stroking his thigh. The scent of arousal was strong, and he realized that it wasn't all coming from the younger Saiyan.

Vegeta turned his head slightly, leaning into the hand on his cheek. "Kakarott?" he whispered.

"You're awake!" Goku tried to pull his hands away, only to have them captured by the prince. He had fallen into Vegeta's memories again, reliving the attack in hell with him. He tried to get into the dream enough to encourage him to resist, but it had been so hard. Vegeta had been so lost and helpless, but Goku hadn't been able to do anything until he felt him begging for aid. That had opened the door, and he was able to help Vegeta change his nightmare and rescue himself.

"I'm sorry," he babbled, panic-stricken. " You were sick - I wasn't doing anything, I promise. I'll stop if you want me to."

"No," Vegeta answered, purring, putting the retreating hands back where they had been. "Don't stop...."

"Vegeta?" Goku asked warily. It seemed like Vegeta was accepting what he was offering, but he wanted to be sure. He wouldn't push his prince into anything he didn't want. The nightmare had shaken him more than he could have imagined, and now he understood some of the fear his prince had felt. To be that helpless, in the hands of an enemy... He never ceased to be amazed at Vegeta's ability to continue after defeats like that.

"But..." Vegeta continued, after pausing to swallow the last of his shattered pride.

He heard the hesitation in the prince's voice. "What's wrong?"

Vegeta closed his eyes trying to memorize this feeling of skin on skin. He was still plagued by doubts, and if Kakarott remembered how worthless he had become...what if he never had this again?

"Why me? You deserve a strong partner, someone who is close to your strength. I - I'm weaker now than most of your friends - I'm not..." he asked, voice barely above a whisper.

His answer was a firm embrace, his head gently turned to the side and Kakarott's head dipping down, heated lips pressing against his own. He felt the tip of a tongue searching for a taste and moaned, leaning into the kiss, parting his lips to let him explore his depths.

He sighed with pleasure when Kakarott finally broke contact, panting. He looked up to see him staring down at him, smiling, eyes glittering.

"Vegeta," he said, struggling to keep his hands still as he spoke, "You are the strongest person I know. There is more to you than just physical strength - and I can help you get that back. I dreamed about you all the time in Otherworld. I love you. You are the only person I want - if you will have me."

Vegeta stared up at him in wonder. He had examined what he learned during the fusion - he could trust Kakarott. He would never deliberately hurt him. He might make some bad decisions, but they were for the right reasons. But - he loved him? He knew Kakarott wanted him - he could smell it. But this was different - this was more...

"Kakarott...I wasn't lying before...I have never been in love - I don't know what it is - I don't understand...I don't know if I can return..."

"I know Vegeta," he answered, nuzzling the prince's hair. "It's okay. I'll be happy with whatever you can give."

Vegeta tangled his fingers in Kakarott's spikes, pulling him down for a lingering kiss.

It was like a damn had burst, and Goku was no longer able to keep worshipping hands from passing over the prince's warm flesh.

Vegeta took a shuddering breath and leaned back against Kakarott as teasing fingers traced the muscles on his chest and stomach, grazing over his nipples making him tremble. He shakily raised a hand to caress his face as Kakarott kissed the nape of his neck, tongue and lips trailing up to trace his jaw. For the moment he was just content to wallow in the sensation.

Goku felt his prince shiver with delight as he touched his nipples, and purred as he realized he had found such a sensitive area so quickly. One hand continued its exploration, searching for more places to tease and pleasure his prince. The other began a study of the already hardening nubs, applying tiny amounts of ki to make them tingle and hypersensitive.

"Kaaakarrrrottooo..." Vegeta breathed at the first spark of ki.

"Ohhhh, Vegeta," Goku purred heat over his ear. "You are so amazingly beautiful. I want to worship every inch of your body." He slid his tongue over the shell of his ear, sucking on the lobe.

Vegeta felt Kakarott's hardness pressing against him, his own cock straining, rolling forward against the confines of his pants, at the passion in his voice. He was already incapable of speech; Kakarott's satin caresses making him emit inarticulate sounds. He clung desperately to him as he started to slide from behind him, not willing to lose the fire that had enveloped him.

"Shhh, koi...its alright," Goku whispered, as he gently laid him on the bed. "I want to see you, kiss you, devour you..." He cupped the prince's face, thumb caressing a flushed cheek. He could feel Vegeta in his head, the tiny worry that was quickly vanishing under his fingers, the passion that was building, driving away the control the prince struggled to maintain.

Goku licked his lips in anticipation before bending down to cover Vegeta's mouth with his own. His chest rumbled as he felt the heat of Vegeta's body against him. The prince's mouth was hot, his teeth slick.

Their tongues touched, and suddenly Vegeta's control was forgotten as they delved deeper past one another's lips. Kakarott's taste was an ocean he wanted to drown in. Vegeta's arms enfolded him, pulling him tighter, fingers tangling in his hair, hand pressing on his back, insistent in his hunger. His tail coiled around Kakarott's waist, fur on end at the sensation.

Goku, his breath coming out in hot, steamy bursts, finally pulled away just far enough to stare down at his prince, enraptured by the desire that his face reflected, the heat in his eyes, the flush that burned his cheeks, the kiss-swollen lips...

"Oh GodS, Vegeta," he murmured as he began kissing his way down his chest, teeth grazing and tongue tasting his prince's sweating skin. "You taste amazing - like pipe tobacco smells, like clove, like autumn..."

Vegeta moaned when he felt the tip of a tongue circling first one nipple, then the other, tormenting him, never touching. He was hardly aware of his tail curling up to stroke Kakarott's back, the sensitive fur being brushed in all directions. He made meaningless sounds as he tried to persuade him to deliver what his slippery tongue was promising. Finally the heat from Kakarott's mouth surrounded a hardened nub, his back arching as it was sucked and pulled.

Goku groaned along with Vegeta, feeling every emotion his prince was feeling. The trust Vegeta was giving him was a deluge - he would do anything to avoid losing this ocean that was filling him. He wanted to explore every inch of skin, touch it, taste it, and venerate it. His hands and tail never stopped their wandering, the texture of the prince's flesh imprinting itself on his mind. He found sensitive areas that made Vegeta squirm and sigh with pleasure. He poured tiny amounts of ki over him, eliciting pants and purrs from his prince.

"You smell like fire and heat..." Goku purred as he twirled his tongue over muscles of his stomach. "Like flames and sun..."

Vegeta heard his voice, but was unable to respond, Kakarott's constant stroking and touching robbing him of his words. Even with Radditz he hadn't felt like this - this hunger he felt from Kakarott - he was a willing meal to the starving Saiyan. All he knew was heat - over him, around him, in him. He clung to Kakarott as if he was the only thing keeping him sane - speech and thought were failing him, leaving him nothing more than a creature of sensation.

Goku slid further down to kiss Vegeta's thighs and cock through the fabric of his pants. Vegeta's hips rose, pressing against his mouth, demanding more. Goku's teeth moved over the cloth as his lips massaged Vegeta's groin. "Lift up," he said, his voice thick, as he started to slide the pants down his hips.

Vegeta didn't resist as his tail was gently threaded out, the clothing tossed across the room. He closed his eyes, listening, as a drawer next to him was opened. He heard, rather than saw, Kakarott removing his own. He relinquished himself completely to Kakarott, letting him pleasure him as he saw fit. His tail curled around Kakarott's arm. His hands went to Kakarott's thick dark hair, one hand sliding to grasp his smooth, hard shoulder. He whimpered, begging, when he felt a tongue sliding over his oozing slit.

Goku wrapped one hand around the base of Vegeta's cock and squeezed. His prince thrashed in aching, wanting pleasure, growling for more. Goku slipped an oiled finger of his other hand into Vegeta, bearing in to massage his prostate. He hesitated a moment to give Vegeta a chance to resist. Although he was sure of the answer, he whispered, "Do you like this?" Vegeta's answer was a shaky nod and a tighter grip on his shoulder.

Vegeta felt like he was being turned inside out when Kakarott took the head of his penis in his mouth and sucked, cheeks hollowing. He moaned as Kakarott ran his tongue from the underside of the swollen organ to the steadily dripping slit. A second finger was slid into his tight hole, Kakarott stroking with an alternately gentle and fierce pressure.

Vegeta whimpered as he felt cool air surrounding his shaft as Kakarott removed his hand, but he was soon enveloped by warmth again as Kakarott's mouth surrounded his aching hardness. Vegeta opened his eyes to watch as his cock disappeared into his mouth, Kakarott taking his entire length without pause and sucking on and on and on. He felt himself tighten as he neared orgasm. Kakarott didn't stop him as he bore up into his mouth, control gone, nothing remaining but need. He watched the length of his cock disappear again and again into Kakarott's tight, hot mouth. With a great moan, he came.

Kakarott drained the last drops with the muscles of his throat, not relenting in his assault on Vegeta's prostate. His spasms had barely ceased, his cock slipping wetly from Kakarott's mouth, before a third finger was carefully added. Vegeta looked at him - he was beautiful - his chin and corded neck were glistening with his seed, his eyes were dark and shining, and a smile lit up his face.

"Oh, GodS," Vegeta murmured, a breathless chuckle, "More..."

Goku felt the pleasure in Vegeta's mind, the flutter of amusement, the quick flash of Radditz. He would ask Vegeta later...but now...now he ached. He wanted to be inside his prince, part of him - he needed Vegeta in order to be complete. But so far he had touched his prince with hands, mouth and tail...those attacks...would he...? No - Vegeta was eager, anticipating...

Goku grinned, confidence returned. Yes, Vegeta wanted him. He quickly oiled his dripping cock, and removing his fingers, positioning the head at the prince's entrance. Vegeta wrapped his legs around him, pulling him, urging him on. He pressed forward, burying himself in the warm, humid depths.

Vegeta let his head fall back, groaning. Kakarott filled him completely, almost to the point of pain, but he waited, allowing his muscles to relax, and the pain faded until all that remained was bliss. When he was ready, Kakarott slowly withdrew, almost all the way, and then shoved forward, hard. Vegeta gasped. Kakarott's movements were slow, long, and driving at first, but quickly increased.

Goku slipped his tail around Vegeta's cock and balls, stroking him in time with his thrusts. He leaned over his prince, one hand by his head, supporting him. His other hand held Vegeta's hip, pulling him deeper.

“Oh – GodS – Ve – ge – ta – you – are – so – beau - ti - ful –,” he chanted between each stroke. He went on and on, thrusting upward and inward, his movement rocking them both. He felt Vegeta driving back, matching his increasingly frantic movements. The prince arched his back and moaned as he shuddered and came, his semen coating Goku's tail and their torsos.

Kakarott continued pistoning until with one final groan he thrust forward once more, crying his name, and filled Vegeta with his slick warmth. He felt spurts of hot liquid in his depths and sighed with satisfaction. When Kakarott slipped out of him, and rolled him onto his stomach, rivulets of semen began to pour out of him and down the insides of his thighs.

A moment later, Kakarott’s mouth was on his aching hole, drinking his own juices, licking him clean, sucking away any pain. He was worn out, thoroughly sated, when Kakarott crawled next to him, pulling him into his arms and kissing him. He felt Kakarott’s purr through his chest, soothing him into an exhausted sleep, arms and legs entwined.

"I love you, my prince," was the last thing he heard before sleep claimed him.

TBC
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