And finally, after nearly a year of anticipation, our dance could begin.
I called it a dance because I never thought of it as kicking the shit out of each other. I thought of it as a graceful, though bloody, series of movements. A dance.
I watched him out of the corner of my eye as we approached the ring. His beautiful face was staring straight ahead; his pouty lips twisted up into a smirk.
We took out positions. These were the moments we lived for. These were the moments that made all the other shit in life seem petty; meaningless.
The bell rang, and we wasted no time going after each other.
I blocked one of his punches, as his other hand blocked my kick. We held that position for several seconds, before we parted and stepped back to our respected sides of the ring.
I could hear the triplets going wild, even though nothing drastic had even happened yet.
I cocked my head, trying to relieve the pressure on my eye. The throbbing was becoming increasingly annoying as I struggled to breath through my nose. Whatever Gohan had done, he had done a thorough job.
I pulled at my shirt; un-sticking the dried blood from my chest. If I had had any hair there, it would have hurt.
Vegeta's head cocked as well, as if he were mocking me. Instead, I realized, he was thinking. All of a sudden, he charged at me, trying to catch me off guard.
I caught his fist without hesitation; my huge hand covering his small one almost completely.
I dragged him towards me by his fist and punched him in the face.
He reeled, his head snapping back, only to come forward again and slam against my collar bone. It nearly broke from the impact. I released his hand, taking a step back to regain my composer.
He had a very sour expression on his face. He muttered something to himself, and then attacked me again. This time he got close enough to get me in the stomach.
Punches and kicks were exchanged for literally hours. After the first hour and a half, we had to go back to our sides to take a breather.
We were too damn evenly matched. We had known each other for too long to be surprised by anything the other did. It was like trying to face a twin. This must be how the boys felt.
I loved him, yes, but I wanted so badly to kick his ass. I just wanted to beat him so hard that he wouldn't be able to kick my ass back. A few years ago, this would have been the case.
But since then, he had gotten extremely better. From the constant time we had spent together, we had grown to mimic and sometimes steal each other's attacks and techniques.
I remembered our talk this morning. We had made the children swear not to use energy blasts. I wondered if they would call me a hypocrite if I did the very thing I told them not to do.
I thought it over, and decided that energy blasts were all too necessary if I was going to beat him. My hands and feet were more likely to break before I'd be able to beat him into unconsciousness.
I moved quickly, going for his stomach, but at the last moment, I charged up a blast strong enough to knock him out of the ring.
He whirled, evading the blast, and moved up into the air. "Hey!" He called down, a deep frown set into his face. "Are we allowed to use blasts now?" He asked me in the high-speech, his voice laced with frustration.
"Gue; moshte pa?" I replied with a raise of my hands, which meant, 'Sure; why not?'.
He didn't need to be told twice. He charged up a blast big enough to blow the crown to smithereens.
"Hey, wait!" I called up to him, joining him in the air. He fallowed my movement, intending to hit me the second I stopped talking. "You can't make one that big!"
He grunted. "Moshte?"
"Because what happens if you miss? Then all these people would die!"
He shrugged his shoulders. "We can wish them back."
I gave him a stern look. "Vegeta."
He sighed deeply, "Fine!" He slapped his hands together and allowed the ball of energy to disappear. "Any more rules you want to throw out there?"
I took a moment to think, but was distracted when he sent a blast that was even bigger than the one before at me.
I caught it, the heat from it burning my fingertips. I held it for a moment, unsure of what to do with it. The air around me grew thin as I contemplated.
He charged at me, disregarding the fact that I had a situation to deal with.
I tossed the ball into the air, hopping it wouldn't hit any planets on its way out into deep space.
He laughed like a mad man as he threw punch after punch at me.
"Are you crazy?!" I asked, getting irritated at his childishness.
He nodded. "Absolutely insane," He backhanded me across the face, sending me crashing to the ring.
I was on my feet at once, with a look of utter frustration plastered on my face. He could be such as ass sometimes. He could be such a child sometimes.
He landed in the ring and crossed his arms, his weight shifted to one side. I couldn't help but fallow the curve of his spine and hips as he stared at me with those striking, solemn eyes; his angular jaw set tightly in place.
He sighed suddenly. "This isn't getting us anywhere, Kakorot." I was surprised by this statement. He almost never admitted to hopelessness.
I nodded. "But it's fun, huh?"
He seemed to agree with me. He twisted, his spine crackling. "We'd better have the best sex of our lives once this is over."
I was always fascinated, as well as turned on, by his boldness. He would simply say what he wanted, and leave it there to be judged, or whatever I wanted to do with it. He never really cared what anyone else thought.
I glanced at the jumbo-screen above my head; noticing it for the first time. It was currently switching between the two of us; focusing in on our expressions.
The first thing I noticed about myself was the nearly black bruises that had formed under my eyes. I could still see, but not as well as I had that morning. When I shifted my head to certain positions I went partially blind.
I didn't know what that meant, but it probably wasn't good.
I turned just in time to be nailed in the face once more.
That pain was there again, coming in waves across my entire face in a maddening, unbearable pattern. My whole body shuttered, as if sympathetic for the effected area.
There was no time to cry out or yelp; I simply sat on my ass for a few seconds, trying to reorient myself.
I had to get up, though, when Vegeta launched himself at me again.
This fight had gone on for far too long. It was like reading a book; you were always waiting for the end. It didn't matter how you got there; you just wanted a satisfying end.
And Vegeta never disappointed me.
I was almost completely blind in my right eye now; I could only see shadows and shapes through it. And since Vegeta was left handed, most of his attacks came from that side.
If I had been able to see, I probably wouldn't have gotten beaten as hard as I had during the last hour or so.
I noticed that Vegeta kept crouching to the right, the side with the broken ribs; as if he were trying to force them back into their proper place. The manner in which he was crouching though seemed unconscious, and seemed to say 'Don't pay any attention to that, Kakorot; you have other things to worry about.'
An idea came to me.
Once he was close enough, and distracted with trying to knock my head off, I thrust out my hand and grabbed hold of his side.
His breath hitched, and he froze completely. He fell to his knees as he tried to pull my hand away.
I realized at once that this was not fair; but this was not a matter of fairness. It was a matter of who could overpower the other.
He looked up at me, a look of angered hopelessness in his eyes.
I couldn't figure out if he was faking it, or if he was truly in so much pain that he could not move.
He wheezed out, "I can't breathe, Kakorot,"
I released him, feeling terrible; until he rose to his feet and quickly hit my in the jaw with his head. And then we were back to where we started.
Finally, it came to a point where I just couldn't stand this any longer. Five and a half hours of none-stop fighting. I knew the audience was tired; but our friends and family were still right there with us.
I rose up into the air, and charged up a huge blast.
Vegeta immediately fallowed suit, charging up one just a powerful.
We unleashed them at the same time; each trying to fake the other out and release it when they didn't expect it. It hadn't worked though.
The blasts collided into a red and blue flash of light; the energy from it heating up the air and sucking the water from it. The blasts had a moment where they seemed like they would not move, since they were so evenly matched. But they were not opposites, so they eventually repelled.
My own blast was thrown right back at me; my initial plan backfiring. I put up my hands, and held it back, thinking the whole time how bad of an idea it had been.
What could I do with it now? Where could I put it?
I looked over at Vegeta. He was probably thinking the same thing I was as he fought to keep his own blast at bay.
Eventually, we were forced down, the blasts ricocheting off our charred forms and going up into the sky.
I hit the ground, too tired to stop myself, and too disoriented to figure out which way was up anyhow.
I sat up, my hand clutching the grass gently. I then realized I was completely out of the ring. I had lost.
I stood up, intending to congratulate Vegeta; but then saw that he too was standing outside the ring, looking perplexed.
We stared at each other, as if to ask one another what had happened.
"Uh… We're having some difficulties at the moment, folks; we'll announce the winner after a brief moment."
The Jumbo-screened became a split screen; showing us two separate camera angels at once. The left side showed my form hitting the ground, while the right showed Vegeta's. We had hit the ground at the exact same time.
They slowed it down to literally millimeters before deciding that it was a tie.
We stared at each other. The look of complete bewilderment on Vegeta's face was at the same time adorable as well as comical.
"What do we do now?" I asked finally, confused.
He shook his head, indicating that he didn't know. He leapt onto the ring and crossed over to my side to talk to me. He grabbed my face and forced me to bend down to his level. "What's wrong with your eye? You can't see?"
I smiled sheepishly, though there was no reason to smile. "Not very well."
He nodded, as if he expected this. "Let's go get the cubs and then go to the lookout for some beans. My chest is killing me."
"What about the trophy?" I asked as I fallowed him closely.
He shrugged. "They can keep it. Unless you want it. Then you can go collect it if you want."
"And what about the prize money?"
"They can send it in the mail."
We collected the triplets soon after that. They had been so excited all day; so now they were drained. They kept yawning and trying to sit down in random places.
"That was an interesting fight," Gohan said, finally finding the right words. "It was… I don't know."
I shrugged. "I know what you mean."
Vegeta didn't say anything. He simply took to the air towards the lookout.
Krillin put his hands on his hips. "He sure has changed. He's actually… tolerable now. A few years ago, he would have demanded a rematch." He turned to me. "What exactly did you do to him?"
I shrugged. I really didn't know if I had done it to him, or if just the last hectic five years had. I did miss his cocky, 'I'm better than you' attitude. He still had it; but it was one of those things that had been pushed back. Something that didn't dominate him completely.
I think he was finally able to get his priorities straight. He knew now what was important and what wasn't.
I turned to the triplets. "Who wants to race to the look out?"
They sprang to their feet and got into position. They weren't tired anymore, apparently.
"On your mark… get set… go!"
They took off faster than I'd seen them go before.
"Whoa!" I cried and then fallowed after. "See you later, guys!" I called over my shoulder.
I said 'later', but who knew how long that would be?
By the time I caught up, they were all waiting at the base of the tower. When I joined them, we headed upwards.
I realized at once that the triplets had never met Korin or Yargirobe. They were probably going to flip out when they find out that Korin was a cat.
"Goku," Korin said gently when he saw me. "Nice to see you. And Vegeta too? What happened? Did you guys go over bored during a spar, or something?"
I laughed. "Nope; we were just fighting in a tournament. We tied!"
He gave him a slight grin, and then his eyes fell downward towards the children. "And who is this?"
They were all huddled by Vegeta's feet, looking around his knees at the cat.
When they didn't reply, I did for them. "These are the triplets; Vienna's the girl, and the one in the blue is Aizel and the one in the green is Lysander."
He smiled at them, but still seemed confused.
"They're ours," I put in.
At that moment, Yargirobe stepped inside with a bowl of noodles. I at once realized how starving I was. Vegeta and the babies were probably hungry too.
"What do you mean 'yours'?" He asked, slurping from his bowl.
"He means they are our children. They share both of our genetic DNA." Vegeta put in irritably. "We've come for some senzu beans; do you have any left or not?"
The old warrior seemed caught off guard. "Ah… sure," He muttered something, but I didn't catch it.
Korin stayed behind, giving me an amused look. "They are beautiful, Goku."
I grinned, "Thanks."
"Boys are not beautiful," Aizel said, and then hid behind Vegeta's leg when all eyes turned to him.
"Boys can be beautiful," Vienna said, slipping between his legs to face her oldest brother.
"Can not," Aizel said.
"Hey, hey," Lysander said with a roll of his eyes. "Let's just say your both wrong, okay?"
That didn't help at all. They both tackled him to the ground, and another one of their wrestling matches broke out.
Vegeta gave them a passing glace, before stepping over them to join me on the other side of the room.
I laughed as Vienna and Aizel began trying to throttle each other while they sat atop Lysander, who was trying to pull himself free.
Yargirobe returned and handed me a bag of beans. He glanced at the triplets, who were trying to kill each other. "Are they okay?"
I nodded. "They do that all the time. They probably won't hurt each other too much," I was immediately corrected when Aizel cried out sharply after Vienna fell on top of his hand; the one that was broken.
He wretched himself free and ran to my feet, raising his arms so I would pick him up, a whine on the tip of his tongue. I put a senzu bean into his mouth and told him to chew. I took one and so did Vegeta. Vienna and Lysander were not particularly hurt; but they each got a bean anyway.
"This is ucky," Aizel said, making a sour face as he chewed, his tongue lapping against the roof of his mouth.
I shrugged. "It's better than healing the natural way," I could feel my eye healing; my vision first becoming blurry, and then slightly more clear until it was perfect once more.
He didn't seem to catch was I meant. He swallowed with a tight squeeze of his eyes. After a moment, I removed the splint from his hand.
"Better?" I asked.
He moved his fingers as he examined his wrist. He looked up at me in bewilderment. "Magic…" He whispered.
The other two nodded with a purr, agreeing with him. I frowned slightly. Now I was the only one that didn't know how to purr.
After a brief chat, we headed home.
"That was fun," I said to Vegeta quietly once they children had fallen asleep on the way there. They easily clung to our clothes, just like baby monkeys. It was pretty cute, actually. "I'm tired though."
He nodded and then yawned, his mouth opening wide.
Once we arrived home, we put the triplets into their room and then hung out in the living room for a while.
"How about a drink?" He asked casually.
At some point, he had taken the liberty to stalk up enough liquor in the house to keep us good and drunk for days.
We started with some wine; and then moved on to the harder stuff.
As the night went on, and I became less and less coherent, my mind began to wonder with various indecent thoughts.
Before long, the table, which was brand new, was covered with empty bottles of various alcohols. And still, there was plenty more to drink.
I found that when Vegeta was drunk, he became really touchy-feely. He would kiss me, nuzzle against me, put his hands in inappropriate places; not that I minded.
At one point, he had managed to get me onto my back and he was sitting between my legs, watching me with a tipsy, dazed look in his eye. Without warning, he grabbed my crotch with unmatched quickness.
I gasped in surprise and went to pry him away, every muscle in my body tensing.
"Relax," He told me and squeezed a little.
My breath hitched. "Vegeta-!"He began kneading me through my pants. Arousal was instant.
"Easy…" He purred, his voice lowering to a sexy whirring sound. He repositioned himself so his legs lay on either side of my own. I could see the hardness in his pants as it was; which only excited me further. I also noticed that the pants he was wearing belonged to me.
As he purred and touched me as the same time, he dropped down to catch my lower lip between his teeth. He sucked on it as if it were candy. His tongue prodded at my lips until I opened my mouth to allow him to slip inside.
He removed his hand, which caused me to half groan inside his mouth, and he rested both his arms on the couch behind my head. His hips arched forwards until our arousals touched. He began to grind against me; hips rolling tactfully.
I moaned, forcing my tongue into his mouth. I could taste the alcohol; which might have been gross; if I wasn't so drunk as it was.
In an attempted to take control of the situation, I grabbed both his wrists and pulled them away from the couch, causing his chest to lower onto my own. I did not break our kiss, though, as I gently brought up one knee between his legs and swiftly flipped us both over.
We almost fell off the couch; which would have been funny; but not hot at all.
He growled at me, breaking the kiss. "I'll be on top," He insisted.
I shook my head and went to kiss him again.
He turned away so I kissed his neck instead. "I'll be on top." His speech was slurred, but sure nonetheless.
I sighed at his stubbornness. I allowed him to crawl out from underneath me and make his way to the bedroom.
I fallowed hastily, not wanting to miss anything.
I closed the door behind us and locked it; just in case little eyes decided they wanted to take a peek.
He shoved me down onto the bed. I had to admit, I did enjoy the moments when he was the aggressor.
He pulled off my pants, not interested in my shirt, apparently. He pulled off and then tossed my underwear to the other side of the room; where they came to hang on the lamp.
I pulled my own shirt off over my head and then went to take off his clothes as well.
He pushed my hands away and stumbled away from the bed. He must have had a lot more to drink than I had. He gave me a smirk and then slowly began to remove his clothes.
He pulled off his skin-tight shirt achingly slow; to reveal first a tight set of abs and narrow hips, and then a hard chest and dark nipples. He twirled the shirt over his head like a stripper, arching his back, and then let it go; allowing it to go wherever it pleased.
That smirk had yet to leave his face as he turned around, his gorgeous, muscular back towards me.
My pants, which he was wearing, were a few sizes too big, and were only held on his frame by one of my belts. He loosened it, and then tossed it to the floor.
He let his pants drop to the floor quickly, to revile a pair of black boxer-briefs that barely covered half his ass, and clung to him like skin.
He turned around, an amused expression on his face. He crawled into bed.
I didn't know whether to be turned on or annoyed by the undergarments; usually he wore nothing at all down there, which gave me easy access whenever I pleased.
He crawled atop me and pressed his lips to mine. I grabbed his hips and meant to pull off the underwear, but he pushed my hands away during every attempted.
Frustrated, I slapped his ass; admitting a loud thwap.
He growled, pulling away from me. He grabbed both my wrists and forced me to lay them at my side. He then placed his knees over them to keep me still.
I could have probably managed to free my hands eventually, but that was hardly any fun at all.
He sat up, coming to sit perfectly on my throbbing member. This excited and upset me more than I thought it would. He stared at me blankly, as if he didn't know what was wrong with me. The tightness in his pants contradicted the look on his face, though.
He repositioned his hips, grinding against me slightly.
My breath came out in a quick exhale, my fingers digging into the sheets. I bucked upwards, which caused him to shift, but didn't seem to faze him at all.
He put a hand on my hip and leaned forwards, cocking his head towards me. "You okay?" The pretend concern in his voice was maddening.
"Vegeta," I said in a scolding tone.
"Yes?" He blinked, his expression like that of a child.
"Stop it," I ordered.
"Stop what?" He repositioned his hips again, which caused me to half-writhe beneath him.
I groaned. "You know what," I said with frustration.
He shook his head. "I don't." His face was a few inches away from my own. That childish expression both made me want to punch him and fuck him until he couldn't stand anymore.
I leaned up to steal a kiss but he pulled away.
"That's dirty," He stated, as if embarrassed.
"And this isn't?" I asked, motioning towards his current position.
At once, the façade was over. That familiar smirk came to take over his face. He pulled back his knees from my arms and stood up on the bed.
He towered over me as he slipped the boxer-briefs down off his hips. I sat up at once and began to touch him everywhere.
"Hey, hey, hey," He said sitting back down on the bed and pushing my hands away. "Behave yourself."
Further intoxicated by his presence and his current dominance, I ached to do to him what I pleased; but at the same time, I wanted him to take control over me.
He pressed me down to the bed with his knee. I grinned at his proud erection, but he didn't pay me any mind.
He grasped my own throbbing member and paused for a moment, cocking his head. He seemed to be thinking.
I groaned. Leave it to Vegeta to have an epiphany during sex.
He shook his head, seeming to dismiss the thought, and turned his attention back to me. He pressed himself down onto my member inch by maddening inch.
I bucked instantly; and his face clenched slightly before he stopped me by folding his legs beside me, clamping onto my hips like a vice. His legs were now bent at a nearly impossible angle; but he didn't seem to take any notice of it.
I was completely inside him now, awaiting movement. If he held me down for much longer, I knew I was not going to be able to control myself.
I grasped onto his waist, attempting to move him myself. I knew, obviously, that I was physically bigger than he was; but I didn't realize how tiny he really was. My hands fit almost all the way around his waist. He grasped onto my arms firmly, halting me.
"Kakorot," He said with some exasperation, seeming to forget the position we were currently in. "I am not going to tell you again."
He reminded me of a wife who had told me a million times that the cookies were for after dinner, and not a minute before. I smiled at this, and released him.
I was getting upset now. He wasn't moving, and the pressure was building. It took everything I had not to simply ignore his authority and take control.
Finally, after what seemed like several agonizing hours, he began to move. At first, it was just a slight roll of his hips. Then, as the motion went on, he sped up and took me in deeper and deeper.
I thrashed beneath him, wanting to move with him, but trapped.
I noticed that the ceiling was beginning to spin. I was at once reminded of how drunk we both were. His eyes were straining to stay focused as he rocked against me.
I groaned. The room was spinning, my head was swimming, my vision was blurred, and still, I was aware enough to know this was some of the best sex of my life. I made a mental note to let him be on top more often.
He moaned, slowing for a moment, before speeding up again.
He gasped suddenly, his face flashing with surprise. He kept going though, seeming to ignore it.
"You ..okay?" I asked breathlessly as he continued.
He shook his head, indicating that I shut up and let him concentrate.
We finished a moment later. I cried out, my voice hoarse and hot, as cum shot up into him.
He moaned my name, as if I had done something to him instead of the other way around, and then came onto my stomach, his back arching towards me.
He sat there for a moment, before pulling away. Strings of cum connected us for a moment before he was free.
He rolled over to lie next to me on his stomach, panting. He folded his arms beneath him and turned to me, watching. "Fun, huh?"
I laughed tiredly. "You should be on top more often."
He nodded. "More work on top, though."
I smiled in agreement and then changed the subject. "What were you thinking about?"
He stared at me for a moment, trying to understand what I meant. Then his eyes lit up and he seemed to remember. "Before we started fucking?"
I nodded. It annoyed me when he called it that; but it also excited me at the same time; as if the act where something vulgar.
"It was just a random thought; nothing really important right now.
I cocked my head. "Tell me." Now I was curious. His random thoughts were always interesting.
"I was thinking… what are we going to do when the next rut comes around? How are we going to…" He trailed off.
That was a good question. How were we going to keep our children from having sex with each other?
"We'll separate them." I said thoughtfully.
"Separate them?" He thought about this. "They aren't going to like that."
I recalled a time when we had tried to separate them; taking Vienna over to play with Bra while Lysander and Aizel stayed at home. That had been a disaster. The boys had cried for hours, and Vienna had been completely deviated, from what I heard from Bulma. It had taken them days to forgive us.
"By the time they're teenagers, they probably won't mind being apart." I offered.
At first, I didn't understand his question. Then it clicked. "We'll use a condom."
He cocked his head. "Every time?"
I blinked at him. "Do you want three more children?"
He shook his head fiercely.
Don't get me wrong; we loved the triplets; we loved all our children; but after triplets, we'd had our fair share of children for one life time.
"We'll work it out." I promised. "Besides, it's a pretty long ways away, right?"
He didn't respond, seeming lost in thought. He shifted, lifting his head. "I wouldn't mind… if you wanted to add on to the house."
I blinked, my eyes getting heavy. "How do you mean?"
"Build another room. So Vienna does not have to share."
I smiled and nodded. "I thought you were allergic to work,"
He shrugged his shoulders. "I think I can stand to change just a little bit." He waved his hand, as if trying to make his next comment seem like no big deal. "If we plan to spend the rest of our lives together, that is."
I put an arm around his lower back and pulled him to me, our hips bumping together gently. "I plan to,"
He cocked his head, staring into my eyes. "You're sure?" He asked seriously.
I was confused. "Don't you want to?"
He shook his head. "I don't mean I don't want to; I was asking if you're sure you want to spend the rest of your life… with me."
"Of course I do," I paused for a moment. "Why wouldn't I?"
"Because! I'm loud, I'm rude, I'm mean, I'm self-centered, bossy, demanding…" He trailed off before he sighed deeply. "And because... I don't even want to spend the rest of my life with me."
I ran a hand across his cheek, and then caught his jaw. "I want to be with your forever." I kissed his lips gently.
"Why?" He demanded. Apparently, the thought of someone actually wanting to be around him just baffled his sense of logic.
I thought for a moment. "Because I love everything about you. Even your flaws." I paused. "I don't know how to prove it to you... so you'll just have to trust me on this."
I gazed at him for several seconds. His eyes fell to the bed after he realized I was staring at him.
"I love you." He did not even look up. "Say you love me," I demanded, forcing him to look back into my eyes.
His gorgeous dark eyes stared into my own, his gaze unwavering.
"I love you, Kakorot." He whispered; this time without hesitation.