A song-fic. Cinnamony and lemony and spicy and very sweet. (20/10/2002)

Flashback bordered by //

 

 

Something Lasting (7/7)

 

 

The first thing Vegeta was aware of when he came with to a low groan was the pain. Then the memories of just what happened that resulted in the current uncomfortable position came flooding back and a blissful, sated look settled over his face. But then the pain intruded on his awareness again.

 

He hurt. He hurt all over and he ached in places he never knew one could even ache in. He was sore everywhere, twisted beneath a hot, heavy body in a cramped position and most of all, his right leg hurt!

 

“Baka!”

 

A soft snore was his only reply and Vegeta became even more irritated. He was wet and he was freezing. Icy rain continued pouring around them and cold mud did not make a comfortable bed. Sharp rocks and broken branches were digging painfully into his back and his very sore bum, and he was certain that his leg was broken because he broke the heavy bakayaro’s bloody fall so the least the idiot could do was to...

 

“WAKE UP!!”

 

Goku awoke with a yelp as he was roughly shoved off a warm body and onto cold mud. Blinking bleary eyes rapidly, he was confronted with an extremely irate prince. “Take us home!”

 

Knuckling one eye sleepily, he wrapped his other arm around the small figure and concentrated. The two appeared on the front porch of Vegeta’s cabin, and then lay there limply on the wet wooden boards, getting rained upon further as the gusty winds blew around them. On the positive side, most of the mud on them was washed off. On the not so positive side…

 

“Why the hell are we still lying here?” Vegeta’s left eye started to twitch irritably as he stared up at the porch roof that offered absolutely no shelter from the elements.

 

“Coz I’m too pooped to move and my butt hurts really badly.” Goku huffed. “What about you?” 

 

“I’m just enjoying getting rained upon, feeling wet and cold and utterly uncomfortable when our warm bedroom is but a few steps away.”

 

“Huh?” Goku blinked as he sat up with a groan. “Owww…”

 

You broke my leg, you overgrown baka!” Vegeta finally turned his head to look at the younger male and his glare could have stripped paint off the walls.

 

“Oh… gomen…” Goku laughed sheepishly. He stood up slowly, wincing a little, then bent down to scoop the slender prince up easily in his arms.

 

Vegeta gave a startled squeak, a faint blush creeping across his cheek. This position felt so… stupid… He knew Kakarrot was only carrying him because his leg was broken, and this was the most expedient way, but still…

 

“You know, Vegeta?” Goku flashed a bright grin down on the embarrassed prince as he walked across the living room. “This is just like the Ningen tradition of carrying the bride across the threshold. I carried Chi Chi on our wedding night, did you have to carry Bulma too?”

 

“Kakarrot…” Vegeta growled in a warning tone.

 

“So this feels just like our…”

 

“Kakarrot!” Vegeta’s shout rang in his ears. “I’m not some bloody bride!”

 

Goku looked over the numerous scratches and small lacerations on the lithe frame as he kicked open the bathroom door. “But you are pretty bloody and since I’m the one carrying…”

 

“Baka!” The prince’s face was a flaming red by now, a low growl started deep at the back of his throat. He would strangle that blooming idiot if he could just find the energy to raise his hands…

 

The brawny fighter’s shoulder shook slightly and suddenly; Vegeta realized that he’s been had. He snapped his mouth closed and gritted his jaw. Goku snickered as he set the fuming royal down.

 

Vegeta stood up against the sink, his weight on his left leg as he waited for the younger Saiyan to return with a senzu. He eyed at his reflection in the bathroom mirror wryly. It had been a long day. Memories of the night came back to him again and he flushed slightly. He couldn’t believe he had apologized to Kakarrot… and then danced with Kakarrot in the sky; it sounded like some sappy love ballad. He choked on that thought; he was hardly a suave prince in shining armor.

 

Right now, standing shakily on his good leg, cold and wet and aching all over, and staring at his haggard expression in the bathroom mirror under the harsh white glare of the fluorescent bulb above… Vegeta rolled his eyes. It all seemed so mundane now. No, he did not feel like some romantic hero from a ballad.

 

“What are you thinking of, Vegeta?” Goku murmured softly as he stood quietly in the doorway, a small green bean in hand.

 

“Nothing.” Vegeta took the proffered legume and was about to eat it when he caught a look at the younger Saiyan’s naked body. The burly male hadn’t exactly escaped unscathed from their wild night either although his injuries were not severe; scrapes and gashes marred his smooth skin, and there were darkening bruises on his hips and shoulders that looked like handprints. Changing his mind, he spilt the small bean into two bits and flicked one half over to the other.

 

Goku caught his piece neatly with a touched smile. “Arigato, Vegeta. That’s so sweet of you.”

 

Vegeta turned his face away in embarrassment as he stepped under the shower, grumbling under his breath about how it had nothing to do with being sweet but rather practical. Goku only grinned warmly and joined his mate under the steaming shower.

 

 

My romance doesn’t have to have a moon in the sky

My romance doesn’t need a blue lagoon standing by

 

 

The phone rang and rang and rang…

 

“Kakarrot!! Get the damn phone!” Vegeta raised his head from its previous position inside one of the panels of a domed structure. He was outside the cabin but keen Saiyan hearing had no problems picking up the shrill ringing. The Gravity Room was on the blink again and he was in a bad mood; his bellow could be heard for at least a mile.

 

Goku leapt across the dining table in a single bound and bounced into the living room, a hot pan in one hand and a ladle in the other. Luckily, his tail was free. The furry appendage brought the phone up to his ear as he stirred the contents in the pan.

 

“Goku? Trunks here. Is my father around?”

 

“He’s outside. Do you want me to get him?”

 

“No, no, it’s ok. Gohan and I had booked a weekend at this resort, but something came up so we were wondering if you two would like to go instead. It’s this coming weekend.”

 

“Sure! We’re free.” Goku beamed. “Thanks!”

 

Vegeta came in, wiping his hands on a greasy rag just as Goku was finished with cooking, attracted by the tempting aromas. “Who called?”

 

“Trunks!” Goku bustled about happily as he laid out the dishes for lunch and told the older Saiyan about the phone call. Vegeta washed his hands, his dismay growing as he listened to the other male go on excitedly about the resort.

 

“And so I told him we would be happy to go.” Goku finally noticed Vegeta’s silence. “Koi? What’s wrong? Don’t you want to go?”

 

“Not particularly, no. There’s bound to be screaming kids and baka Ningens all over.” Vegeta dried his hands, scowling in irritation. “I remembered the time when that onna dragged me down…”

 

“Aw, c’mon Vegeta. It’ll be fun. The beach is supposed to be beautiful.”

 

“So? We can easily fly to any pristine, private beach, we don’t have to go to this resort.” Vegeta sat down grumpily.

 

“It’s just for two days, and I reaaally, reaaaally want to go…” Goku pleaded as he draped his arms around the crabby prince from behind, nuzzling against the soft flame of hair. “Please, Veegeetaah…”

 

“…”

 

Goku smirked as he could feel his mate caving in. He planted soft kisses along the side of the smaller male’s jawline, coiling his tail around the slim waist as he whispered suggestively. “I’ll be there, I’ll make sure you won’t even notice the screaming kids and baka Ningens.”

 

Vegeta gave a groan, as he knew he had lost.

 

 

No month of May, no twinkling stars

No hideaway, no soft guitars

 

 

Goku stared up gloomily at the overcast sky, his cheeks propped up on his palms as he rested his elbows on the windowsill. Already, fat droplets of rain were starting to fall. He gave a gusty sigh as he continued to gaze out into the distance, the silvery gray sky darkening rapidly. He missed Vegeta.

 

Vegeta had been keeping to himself for the past few days. Goku wasn’t too sure what the prince was doing; he had retreated to the forests for some wilderness training, and then he had felt his mate’s ki over at Capsule Corps that morning. However, while Goku might have previously felt worried or insecure, he now respected the reserved prince’s need for privacy. It had caused some friction between them initially, but Goku now understood the older Saiyan’s need for his time alone.

 

And so when Vegeta needed time by himself, or just simply to take off to kami knows where, Goku would use the opportunity to take some time out for himself too. Visit his sons or old friends… Fish, go down to the mall or amusement park, watch a movie… Do the things Vegeta didn’t really care for.

 

But it had been almost a week, and while the familiar mental presence of his mate was always present and comforting at the back of his consciousness, he missed Vegeta. He knew the prince loved him; however much Vegeta may try to hide it behind his gruff exterior, simple actions spoke and meant so much more. But he missed the prince’s warm body beside his and he missed the spicy-musk scent of his mate when he woke up; he usually slept on Vegeta’s side of the bed when the prince was gone. He missed the spars and he missed the interactions.

 

Outside, the rain grew steadily heavier, drumming a steady rhythm on the roof as it fell in a continuous sheet of water.

 

The depressing weather prevented him from going out and reflected his mood. He moped around listlessly; he did not feel like visiting his sons or anybody else and he did not feel hungry. The cabin was spotless and he had finished dinner. Son Goku was bored.

 

Lost in his melancholy, he did not notice a familiar ki approaching until it was just outside the cabin door. Goku snapped his head up in sudden delighted surprise and bounded over to the front door, yanking it open just as the figure outside held onto the knob to turn.

 

Vegeta was momentarily caught off balance and he stumbled a step before he caught himself. Flipping his sodden mane out of his face, he straightened up and leveled a glare on his grinning mate. The prince was dressed in his usual navy spandex, slightly torn and scuffed, and dripping wet.

 

“Vegeta! I thought you were at Capsule Corps?” Goku stepped aside to let the drenched prince in, his depressed mood abruptly gone.

 

“I saw the boy. There wasn’t any reason for me to hang around after that.” Vegeta shrugged nonchalantly as he made his way to their bathroom, uncaring of the fact that he was dripping on their clean and dry wooden floor.

 

“But it was raining… Or at least it was about to rain a while back…” The younger followed behind the prince, stepped deftly around the little puddles. They’ll dry… Right now, his mate was home.

 

“Hn. As if I’m going to melt in a bit of rain.”

 

Goku grinned happily. Vegeta was that eager to get back, eh? “How was your training?” He stood in the doorway, admiring the flex of sinewy muscles as Vegeta stripped off his wet bodysuit. His hands moved to remove his own shorts as well.

 

“Hn.” Vegeta grunted as he struggled to pull off the stretchy fabric. Sodden spandex clung horribly to skin like, well… a second skin. He shivered slightly when his bare damp skin made contact with the cool air and hurried to get under the shower. “Adequate.”

 

“Miss me?” Goku murmured huskily, stepping behind the prince and wrapping his arms around the smaller figure.

 

“Baka.” Vegeta sighed as the steaming water hit him, the heat soaking into his bones, and leaned back against his brawny mate. Suddenly, Kakarrot seemed hotter than the water. He relaxed with a soft purr; his eyes sliding close as he luxuriated in the familiar warmth of his lover.

 

A sodden, royal tail coiled around a muscled thigh as purrs deepened in tone. “Yes, I did.”

 

 

My romance doesn’t need a castle rising in Spain

Nor a dance to a constantly surprising refrain

 

 

Goku felt a shiver of apprehension as he lay on his front, his cheek resting on the deep purple satin sheets. Not that he could see the color; a blindfold of the same material was tied around his eyes. He had been waiting for what seemed like ages… A cold breeze blew across his bare skin, raising fine goose bumps. He had never felt so …vulnerable before. “Vegeta?”

 

“Wait, wait…” He heard a mumble behind him, and then some rustling of papers and the soft clicking noises of some objects hitting together. What was Vegeta doing?? Goku was beginning to regret his rash promise.

 

// Flashback

 

“What do you want for your birthday this year, koi?” Goku plopped down beside his mate, who was curled up on their couch reading.

 

“Anything.” Vegeta didn’t look up from his book.

 

“Aww… Come on. What do you really, really want?” Goku played with the prince’s waving tail, running his fingers through the soft length and admiring the golden tints and his chestnut streaks on the auburn fur.

 

Vegeta looked up at the younger male. “What I really want?”

 

Goku nodded earnestly. “Yes, what do you really want?”

 

“Anything I want?” Vegeta put his book down and crossed his arms, a strange glint coming into his eyes as his fingers tapped idly on his bicep, a smirk tugging at his lips. At that point, the other Saiyan should have noticed the danger signs, but …


“Yup! Anything you want!”

 

//

 

There were some more odd, unidentifiable noises behind him and Goku was really, really regretting his decision now. A drop of sweat rolled down the side of his face. “Vegeta..?”

 

Vegeta grinned happily as he arranged the papers on the small table he had dragged to the side of the bed. Needles and various other assorted implements were neatly placed to the side of the papers. He turned his attention to his mate, his smirk deepening as he admired the vision on the bed.

 

The earth-raised Saiyan lay sprawled on his front in all of his splendid naked glory, wrists and ankles tied with satin strips to the four corners of their bed. His bare skin glistened golden with a fine sheen of oil from the massage he had been treated to earlier; Vegeta had hoped to get him limp and relaxed for the procedure, and he looked totally delectable, utterly vulnerable and thoroughly fuckable.

 

But… The fun can come after…

 

An evil laugh escaped before he could stop himself and he laughed again when the younger Saiyan shivered slightly and wailed. “Vegeta… You’re scaring me!”

 

“I won’t hurt you.” Vegeta climbed onto the bed, straddling a muscular thigh and purring. “Well, I’ll try not to.”

 

“Vegeta!!”

 

The prince coolly wiped the right buttock with a damp cloth, cleaning off the oil and then before the younger could react, held down the other’s hips with one hand and injected a needle with the other into the round cheek. Ignoring the yelp of panicked shock from the burly warrior, he calmly pumped in the entire syringe of local anesthetic, and then placed the emptied cylinder on the table.

 

“Aaaauugh!! Vegeta! What are you doing??”

 

“Quiet, Kakarrot. I told you I’m not going to hurt you and you had promised me anything I want for my birthday. And I really, really want this.” Vegeta rubbed the sore spot for a while and smoothed down the puffed tail with his other hand as he waited for the anesthetic to kick in.

 

“But you know I hate needles… “ Goku sniffed a bit, feeling slightly betrayed as he tried to calm down. “And that was a needle!”

 

“Saa…” Vegeta crooned. “It can’t be helped.”

 

“What are you doing??”

 

“Can you feel anything now?” Vegeta ignored the question as he took one last look at the instructions he had printed out. ‘How to perform your own home tattoos.’ A colored picture of the royal crest of Vegeta lay beside, but he didn’t really need that; he could have traced out the familiar symbol in his sleep.

 

Ever since he had flippantly teased Kakarrot about “wearing my crest on your cute ass” that night many months back when they bonded, he had not been able to get that thought out of his mind. And when Kakarrot innocently promised him anything he wanted… Straight away, the erotic image had jumped out.

 

Vegeta reached out for the first needle. That was the main reason for the blindfold actually; he knew the younger would freak out if he saw the sharp instruments.

 

“No…” Goku frowned. He couldn’t feel his right ass cheek at all.

 

“Good.” A smirk, and then the prince bent over his lover’s butt, his brows furrowed slightly in concentration.

 

Long minutes passed.

 

Goku grew increasingly nervous. He had absolutely no idea what was going on. He could hear the odd clinking noise once in a while, and then the rustling of paper. He could feel the faint pressure on his butt, a very odd feeling since he couldn’t feel anything at the skin level, but he could feel the pressure from the surrounding flesh, which was slightly depressed, and he could feel the warm pressure where Vegeta was sitting the back of his thigh. But he didn’t know what was going on!

 

Goku whimpered.

 

His tail lashed nervously until Vegeta got fed up and tied it to his other thigh with one of the numerous strips of satin lying around. Then Goku tried to lie quietly. He had tried to mediate but he was too tense and nervous. He couldn’t see anything and his other senses seem especially heightened…

 

More minutes passed.

 

He could smell the faint sweet-spicy nutmeg and ylang ylang oil that Vegeta had massaged onto him… He could smell the prince’s heavier spice-musk… He could taste the chocolates and caramel they had for dessert… His stomach rumbled slightly at the thought. He could hear the odd clinking noises and his own heavy breathing… He could feel the silky soft fur of Vegeta’s tail as it swished gently again his bare calf… He could feel the warm weight on the back of his thigh, the smooth skin and curve of that tight ass, the soft balls and hard cock that pressed against the back of his thigh whenever Vegeta leaned forward slightly…

 

Goku whined, twitching slightly. “Vegetaaah… Are you done yet?”

 

Vegeta had actually finished for a couple of minutes already and was busy admiring his handiwork. ~ Perfect! But of course… I am the Saiyan no Ouji… ~ He smirked delightedly to himself. The area was slightly inflamed and reddish, but the fine details of the royal crest could be clearly seen. He reached over for the small piece of senzu, guiding it to the younger’s mouth. “Done, you whining baka… Here. Eat this.”

 

As Goku obediently munched the bean, the swelling went down and Vegeta went back to admiring the perfect tattoo. “Koi? Can you let me go now?” Goku tugged lightly at his restraints.

 

“And why should I do that?” The prince leaned forward, his hands gliding up the lightly oiled back as he gave a sensual nip on the younger’s ear. “My birthday’s not over yet…”

 

Goku shivered again, though this time in excitement as warm palms began kneading and stroking his back and sides again, loosening the knots and tension that had built up and introducing a new type of tension. Soft lips kissed down his neck and shoulder, raising a series of light shudders that ripped down his body. The light touches were driving him mad; he couldn’t see anything and he couldn’t move his limbs. Every stroke, every caress sent his nerves tingling and he writhed and twisted in excruciating pleasure. His right bum was still numb, but everywhere else; every square inch of his sensitized skin felt like it was on fire.

 

Goku bucked his hips wildly, trying to push down to relieve the throbbing ach in his crotch and also press back against the prince’s erection, hard and hot against his ass, but his ankles were tied down securely. Normally, he could easily snap the fabric restraints, but for some reason, he felt as weak as a newborn kitten. The younger Saiyan gave a whimpering mew. “Ple..please…”

 

He felt fingers tugging lightly at the knot that tied his quivering tail to his thigh. “Please what?” A deep chuckle rolled over him as fingers raked through his freed tail, nails dragging through the fur. Goku jerked and hissed as a jolt of pure, carnal sensation lanced up his spine. Oh Kami! A low, shuddering groan rolled from the back of his throat. His tongue felt like it was tied up; he couldn’t form a coherent thought, much less word his desperate request.

 

The gods must have been favoring him today for suddenly, the silken bindings around his ankles were removed and his legs were released. Immediately, he brought his knees forward and raised his rear high in the air, his puffed tail curling and uncurling. An oiled finger, then another slipped in and the younger Saiyan danced and yowled for his prince, his hips swaying and rocking as those digits rubbed tantalizingly at something utterly primal, something wonderfully sweet deep within him. But that wasn’t enough… The fingers withdrew…

 

Goku arched back and up with a sharp cry as a hard length slid within him. That! That was what he needed… He pushed back and hands gripped his hips tightly as the prince started to move. Each thrust, each pull created agonizingly, delicious friction, each thrust hit at that spot within him that sent waves of fiery pleasure rippling through his body. But still the pace was too slow… He sobbed in frustration and begged and cursed. He needed more…

 

He pulled ineffectually at the satin chains and bucked his hips, but the strength had drained out of his body and a steel grip on his hips prevented him from moving too fast. The burly warrior could only writhe and scream, his head tossing wildly from side to side, totally at his royal mate’s mercy.

 

Despite what he felt was an agonizingly slow pace, the burning, carnal sensations that rippled through him intensified meshed into a continuous wave of pure ecstasy. His muscles flexed and tightened as the tension deep within built inexorably and he abruptly came violently with an ear-splitting howl. Very dimly, Goku could hear and feel the other’s climax just before he passed out.

 

 

Wide awake, I can make my most fantastic dreams come true

My romance doesn’t need a thing but you

 

 

Vegeta woke up slowly. The early morning was very crisp and cold, and he felt comfortable and wonderfully toasty in the warm cocoon of blankets, brawny limbs and puffed tails. The entire world seemed asleep and totally quiet; the usual noisy chirping of the birds in the morning was missing. Cracking his eyes open slowly, he looked over to the window. Outside, it was snowing lightly, shrouding everything in a fluffy white blanket.

 

Behind him, Goku stirred, warm breath tickling the shell of his ear. “Mmm…Vegeta?”

 

The prince gave a grunt as he continued to stare languidly at the snow-covered landscape outside.

 

“What are you thinking of?” He heard the sleepy whisper, and was about to reply with his customary “Nothing”, when something stopped him. For a few long moments, he lay there quietly.

 

Finally, Vegeta turned around and cuddled further into that inviting warmth, nuzzling against his mate’s heated chest as he murmured softly. “Last night… my birthday gift… you...”

 

It was a cold winter morning and they were cozy and comfortable. Rumbling purrs filled the room as drowsy eyes slid close and the pair drifted back into slumber.

 

 

My romance doesn’t need a thing but you

 

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A/N: The jazz classic “My Romance” was written by Richard Rodgers and Lorenz Hart.

 

Has anyone melted into a puddle of goo yet? *grins* I had great fun writing this chapter; it was by far the easiest of the entire series. The idea for the tattoo scene came from a random chat with Xero, many thanks for the hentai image!  I don’t have a tattoo and I’ve never seen it done, so my apologies if the scene wasn’t totally accurate. I do know that LA isn’t (usually) used in the procedure, so excuse that little detail… *grins at chibi_vegeta*

 

I hadn’t really planned to write this into a series; ‘Something Bittersweet’ (Chapter 1) was originally intended as a one-shot, but somehow, it just went on from there. It was even supposed to be only 6 chapters long but Chapter 5 ran away from me and split into two. “My Romance” is one of my favorite songs and as I was planning this series, I just knew this had to be the song for the last chapter. *laughs* Choosing the songs for the chapters in the middle was much harder though, and there was one song which wasn’t jazz (Chapter 4), but I couldn’t find any jazz song to fit Vegeta’s POV. Also, all the rest of the jazz songs were classics except “Deeper and Deeper” (Chapter 6).

 

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