Author: Kiarene
Published: 22nd Feb 2003
Warnings: lime, male hubris
Pairings: Vegeta/Goku
Disclaimers: Both DBZ and the song are not mine. “Best Thing For You” was written my Irving Berlin, 1950.
Dedicated to: Saiyan_Lullaby, for being such a great beta and friend. *hugs*
(Since this was for my beta, expect some mistakes since I didn’t pass it through a beta…)
Notes: I think the song has an arrogant, macho-shit feel to it, and originally I thought of writing it only from Vegeta’s POV. But the idea for this layout just struck me. The placement of the paragraphs relative to each other is deliberate as well. Think of this as real-time. You can read it anyway you want, one side at a time, or zig-zag down.
*snickers* You know how you can ask two people, and each can give you their version on how it really happened?
Vegeta |
Goku |
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Although my eyes are on the
book opened in front of me, I could feel his look. My lips tug up in a slight
smirk. I know of his crush. I know how he looks at me hungrily, almost
desperately when he thinks I am not aware. We spar often, almost every
other day. I thought you inane and shallow at first, but over the years, I
know you better now. In fact, I dare say I’m rather fond of you now. Well… more than a little fond.
I still cannot imagine how you
can stay with that loud-mouthed woman when you obviously do not love her.
Bulma and I easily reached an amicable enough arrangement when it was obvious
we were only in it for the sex. Dinner was such a bore. I
couldn’t wait to get away from all the inane chatter. The women’s gossip and
the brats’ yelling drive me up the wall. I know you want me, and
probably you don’t dare make a move because I am your prince. A smirk
tugs at my lips. You really should ditch that woman; she’s not for you. I’m not really reading
anymore; my thoughts are drifting to a more engrossing subject. A soft purr
starts at the back of my throat. That blonde onna bustles out
from the kitchen, carrying a tray. My nose twitches and my mouth salivates; I
can smell the distinctive dark chocolate. It is one of my favorite sweets but
I remain seated, knowing that she would serve it to me. To my surprise, instead of
that giddy onna’s presence, I feel his ki approaching. |
He sits alone at the couch in
the corner, reading. Anybody else would look lonely, pitiful, but he only
appears coldly regal and untouchable. He exudes a haughtiness that is
intended to push people away, and yet, it draws me irresistibly. The more time I spend with
you, the more I know about you, the more obsessed I get. Everyone thinks
you’re stuck up, but I know you’re simply lonely because you don’t fit in. It
is not a bad thing; the others simply don’t understand you. But I do. Bulma invited my family over
for dinner. He was civil enough, though he left the table as soon as he was
done, while the rest of us remained to talk. At least our families are the
ones doing the talking. I nod and agree once in a while, but my attention is
on you. The way you’re stretched out
languidly like a large cat on the couch, the way you’re running your hand
through your hair absently as you read. I look up happily as Mrs.
Briefs brings out the dessert; chilled cups of the darkest chocolate mousse.
I love her cooking and especially her desserts. I take my first bite of the
dessert, swirling my tongue around the bittersweet mousse slowly, savoring
the creamy richness. All the while wishing I could do the same to you. It’s
delicious, but not as delicious as you. As Mrs. Briefs notices you in the
corner and stands up to bring the last cup to you, I find myself standing up.
“Oh, I’ll bring it across to
him.” I grin. “Why don’t you take a break?” Before she could say anything, I
pick up his cup in my other hand and walk over. |
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I only want
what’s the best thing for you And the best thing for you would be me
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I look up to see him there
with a cup in each hand. He offers me one, a shy smile on his face and a blush
on his cheeks. I smirk, knowing that I’m irresistible. I’d made up my mind. Tonight’s
the night. He probably wouldn’t dare approach me. Raising my knees slightly
and pulling my feet closer to myself, I indicate with a nod that he may sit
at my feet. Hn. He wouldn’t know what hit him. |
“Vegeta?” I smile as he looks
up in surprise. He hates the cheerful grin I wear around the others and so I
have a smile I wear just for him. It’s easy; the smile just trips out. When I
look at him, I just want to purr and snuggle up to him. Raking my eyes down
that lithe body languorously draped out along the comfortable couch, I feel
myself getting excited and warm. I’ve decided. Last night, I
told Chi Chi that perhaps we should separate for a while. To my surprise, she
agreed readily with relief. Almost as if she already had somebody else. If I
didn’t have a target of my own to pursue, I would have been offended and
angry. But all I could think of then was him. Something flickers in his
normally piercing obsidian eyes, as if he’s unsure of something. And to my
surprised delight, he makes space for me on the couch. I guess I’m not
reading him wrongly then. He does like me as well. Hell, he looks so cute when he’s curled up like that. I feel like jumping and humping him now. |
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I’ve been
convinced after thinking it through That the best
thing for you would be me
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He has finished his dessert
already, but I am still taking my time with mine, allowing the sinfully rich
chocolate to drape over my tongue and saturate my taste buds. I pull the
spoon out slowly, giving it a last carnal lick before dipping it back into
the diminishing mound. Meorww… Almost as delectable as you. I intend on seducing him
senseless tonight, teasing him until he can’t think straight. It’ll be good
for him. I’ll be good for him. I’ll show him things he has never dream
of. I glance up and almost laugh. Does he realize how cute and handsome he
looks? A light flush over his strong cheekbones, his velvet midnight eyes
half-lidded and his lips parted slightly. I purr lightly, relishing the heady
feel of the control I have over him. I look down with regret at the
last spoonful of the now-melted chocolate. Ah well, the show’s over. I finish
the last bit eagerly though; time for the second round of dessert. Perhaps
Saiyajin Cream. It should be ready soon. His gaze is hopelessly fixated as I
run my tongue over an errant streak of chocolate on my upper lip. “More dessert, Kakarrot?” He
jumps as I suddenly speak. He reddens slightly in
embarrassment and nods with a wide smile. I lick my lips. Saiyajin Cream. |
While I normally love Mrs.
Briefs’ famed desserts, my attention tonight is captured by something far
more scrumptious. He is so handsome, so sexy… Kami… Even the way he eats
chocolate mousse is sensual. His tongue flicks out to lap neatly at the
heaped spoonful, and then he places the utensil in his mouth before finally
drawing it out slowly. Once in a while, he turns the spoon slightly to lick
the last bit of chocolate off. Doesn’t he realize how badly he’s turning me
on? Occasionally, he glances up at
me under those thick lashes. He is normally bold and direct, yet he can be
adorably coy at times. I guess he’s simply shy. I am
not surprised; he usually keeps to himself. Well then, I guess I will just
have to make the first move. I watch mesmerized as the
pink tip of his tongue darts out to lick off a bit of chocolate on his lip,
resisting the urge to do it for him. Pull that slim body against mine, suckle
those tempting lips and kiss him senseless.
I start as his deep voice
abruptly breaks my reverie. A moment passes before his question sinks in
through the lust haze that seemed to have settled on my mind. “Hai.” Good, I’ll make my move once
we’re away from the others. |
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Everyday to myself I’d sayPoint the
way, what would it be? I ask myself
what’s the best thing you
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He trails behind me like a
puppy as I head back towards the kitchen. If we still have our tails, I wager
his would be wagging. I resist the urge to tug at my
leather pants that feels like it’s riding up my crack right now. Leather is
stifling hot and clings badly if the skin is even the slightest bit damp.
Normally, I would prefer something more comfortable, but I had a certain
Saiyajin in mind to seduce when I changed earlier this evening. He had better
appreciate what I’m doing for him. The kitchen is empty. Good. I turn back to him, my lips
lifting up in a smirk. |
My eyes trail admiringly over
the flex and ripple of taut muscles in that delectable ass as he walks
towards the kitchen. I am so happy that he has this preference for tight
clothing, whether it is his spandex training suits or the thin leather that
is molded to that sinful butt right now. I love looking at him.
Stunning looks, lithe body, chiseled muscles… But it’s more than that; I’ve
seen plenty of athletic bodies. It’s the graceful way he moves, the way he
carries himself proudly. He doesn’t realize it, but
everything about him just screams, “Jump me!” |
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And myself
and I seem to agree That the best thing for you would be me |
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“Kakarrot…” I purr as I step
towards him. My hands slide up to tangle in
his hair and pull his face towards mine. I angle my head and close my eyes as
I press my lips against his. To my pleasant surprise, his
arm snakes around my waist, and he returns my kiss eagerly. The poor guy probably wouldn’t have dared do anything if I hadn’t taken the lead. |
I can’t wait any more… I take a step forward, raising my right hand to my forehead as I concentrate. His bedroom would be a good place. My left arm wraps around
his waist, pulling him towards me as we wink out. I was shocked and ecstatic
when he kisses me hesitantly, his eyes closed almost timidly. I kiss him back
hungrily. I guess he was just waiting
for me to make the first move after all. |
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