Vegeta had no idea how he ended up on his stomach; Kakarott had moved quickly and caught the smug prince completely unaware. Struggling to push himself up, the air was thrust from his lungs as Kakarott's weight descended upon his prone form.

The Saiyan prince bit his lip hard against a cry as his scant clothing was ripped unceremoniously from his body, his thighs shoved forcefully apart. His fingers gripped the bed and his figure tensed as he felt a familiar heat against the inside of his thigh. Vegeta couldn't breathe, his skin growing cold, sweat prickling his furrowed brow.

I can't move...oh, Kami...I swore this would never happen again...

His ravaged mind flickered sporadically under this ultimate loss of control.

Please Frieza, be quick. Just take it and leave.

...Kakarott...

The flimsy red material tore easily in his fist revealing the bronze, curving skin of his single-minded desire. Goku craved the prince with a fierce passion that overtook his conscious mind. He wanted the small man, wanted to feel his searing heat around his throbbing sex. The tall Saiyan growled deeply, positioning himself above the cringing Saiyan no Ouji.

He would be forced to wait no longer. The little prince was finally his.

With a howl of pleasure, Goku thrust his length into the unwilling Saiyan.

It never mattered how many times it happened, the pain was always immense. But Frieza's small size was hardly comparable to that of the fevered Saiyan. Vegeta screamed; it felt like he was being torn in half, though the blood drawn from the powerful entry gradually eased the immediate agony.

He felt the tears on his cheeks and the burning salt in his black eyes and he hated himself for it. If only he were stronger...than Frieza...

Wait.

This wasn't Frieza.

Part of Vegeta's mind responded to the knowledge and he opened his eyes.

Kakarott...

Oh, Kami, this was well worth the wait. The slick, warm heat of the prince's body massaged his organ with every frantic stroke and thrust. Goku snarled at the sensations that coursed through his body, clasping the bed on either side of the small Saiyan's head to gain leverage as he shoved into the squirming man pinned beneath him. With a savage growl, Goku bared his teeth, throwing his head back, eyes opened wide to the pleasure that overran his system.

Kakarott...

The Saiyan shook his head, ignoring the voice that spoke weakly from beyond the boundaries of his mind. The pleasure, that is what mattered, nothing else. Nothing...

Kakarott!

Goku paused, panting and glanced at the figure below him. Vegeta was deathly still. No, that wasn't quite right. The Saiyan prince was shaking.

Not Frieza. The relief flooded through his tensed body, taking the edge off his immediate panic. The prince flinched, tensing as the weight lifted off his back, drawing blood from his lower lip at the pain brought on as Kakarott withdrew from his bleeding body.

After relief, there was distinguished disgust. But not for the other Saiyan. The prince had given him every indication that this was what he wanted. He had teased the tall man mercilessly, enjoying each single prolonged moment, every moan and cry he had coaxed from the stronger man. The small Saiyan had deserved it.

The sheet was cool against his flushed cheek, relaxing the tight skin on his face stained by the fleeting tracks of desperate tears.

Kami...Vegeta wished briefly that he was a religious man, that somehow Kami could help him. Part of his mind sneered at the thought. He had never needed help from anyone. The prince existed on his own terms, bowed to no one, and certainly required no assistance from anyone else...But until now Vegeta had been oblivious, blissfully unaware of the deep scars Frieza had racked into his psyche even though his body mirrored the physical evidence of his wounds. Kakarott had shattered his self-deception, massacred his illusions. Vegeta's hands clenched into tight fists as he fought back an indignant sob.

And now he must think me even weaker than before.

The Saiyan prince finally agreed with the myriad of people that had sought to kill him over the years. He was better off dead.

It only took a moment for Goku to realize his error once his pleasure had slightly dissipated. He mentally reprimanded himself for his careless lack of foresight. Of course Vegeta would react this way. An image of the prince pinned beneath Frieza flashed into his vision and he felt the nausea like a rock in his stomach.

The large man pulled back as gently as he could, but the cringe the Saiyan no Ouji fought so hard to hide was obvious. A sticky wetness against his knee brought Goku's gaze down to the lower half of the prince's shivering body.

Blood traced a thin rusty red line down between Vegeta's legs, smeared against the tender inside of his bruised thighs.

His mind went completely blank at the sight and his usual emotions were refusing to surface. There was no guilt, no pity, no disgust. For once Goku didn't blame himself, did not submit to his minor emotional failings, but was overwhelmed with love for his newfound mate.

He would make certain to heal the perpetual wounds that Frieza had carved into the Saiyan no Ouji's soul. Vegeta was his now. Goku would make him forget the bastard that had stripped the prince of his dignity. Goku would restore his pride and retrieve that arrogant manner that he found so damndably endearing.

Dammit, he was crying again. Why did he let Kakarott get under his skin, reduce him to this demeaning level, even if the other Saiyan had not meant to? He should not have been able to even get close to his defenses, let alone penetrate them--no, demolish them on a whim.

Kakarott was still behind him; he could feel the heat from the larger man's body resting lightly between his legs. Vegeta's face flushed in shameful annoyance.

I can't believe I'm so weak. I am not fit to carry my title...Please, just kill me Kakarott. Show me your infinite fucking mercy and end my life.

No my prince, I have never wished your death.

Goku placed his broad hands on the scarred shoulders of the Saiyan prince. Strong fingers kneaded knots of tension out of the sleek, muscled back of the Saiyan no Ouji. Goku caressed the prince's back with loving hands, working over his shoulder blades and down his shaking form. He continued for long, silent moments before Vegeta rewarded him; the hardened muscles relaxing ever so slightly under his coaxing fingertips. The violent shivering that had wracked the prince's small figure had almost ceased when Goku leaned down and kissed the wet cheek of the battered Saiyan. Slipping an arm beneath Vegeta's stomach, the tall Saiyan gently turned the prince, helping him to lie on his back.

The man had magic fingers, of that there was no use denying. Vegeta found himself enjoying his touch, noting how it miraculously managed to sooth both his shaking and his sobs. Once, after Frieza had left him, Zarbon had tried to do much the same, but Vegeta had remained untouchable. He never would have believed that Kakarott would be the one to break through the calm, confident façade he had spent his whole miserable life perfecting. Resentment still festered when it came to the other Saiyan, but in this one, quiet moment, Vegeta didn't care to ponder it.

He didn't fight when Kakarott's gentle insistence rolled him over onto his back. There was nothing left to hide. The taller Saiyan had broken down his door, released his demons and still had the courage and inclination to look the prince in the eye.

Who am I to deny him that?

Goku had to physically fight down the urge to wrap Vegeta in his powerful arms and hide him from the world.

But I can't. His pride would lead him to think it was pity. Vegeta doesn't know enough about love to be able to recognize it...

The Saiyan prince had adopted the look of the lost. His onyx eyes searched Goku's in rapt confusion. The large Saiyan smiled softly, the flat of his palm caressing the sloping curve of the prince's hip. He would never seek to break Vegeta, never adopt the role that the tyrannical alien had left vacant. But where Frieza had shown the prince only pain, Goku was about to introduce the man to unimaginable pleasure.

He could not read the expression on Kakarott's face. The prince knew it to be benign, knew the other man would not hurt him again intentionally. Although...on second thought the large Saiyan had made it a point to surprise him at every bend and turn...

Tender lips covered his own before the thought could gain significant purchase. The kiss was sweet, chaste, and both were content to hold it. Kakarott's warm body stroked the prince's fleetingly as he shifted his weight and the contact sparked Vegeta's internal fire, brought it slowly back to life.

The tip of Kakarott's tongue flicked over Vegeta's lower lip, and the prince allowed the tall Saiyan entrance into his mouth. The Saiyan no Ouji trailed hesitant hands up the other man's arms, over his broad shoulders as Kakarott deepened the kiss that held them both together. His world became a haze of small, sharp sensations that charmed a moan from his throat. The tongue in his mouth was massaging, teasing, tantalizing and Kakarott's suckling, nipping lips were stroking that small spark into a burning blaze.

Goku purred into the prince's mouth as he felt soft fingers in his hair, tightening and flexing as the man behind them was hit with miniature ripples of pleasure. He could feel the evidence of the prince's desire grow against his stomach, his own a painful reminder of his continuous lack of satisfaction. Moving his lips down Vegeta's jaw, he pressed the flat of his tongue against the vibrant bite mark that adorned the prince's neck. It took an instant for Goku to realize that the Saiyan prince was growling in pleasure, but it became strikingly obvious when he felt Vegeta's legs part beneath him, his narrow hips buck upward insistently. The fingers in his thick hair were almost painful, but Goku reveled in the feeling. He had thought to tease the prince, to work his yearning to a frenzied state, but the fact was, they had both waited long enough. Vegeta was panting beneath him, growling and thrusting his hips without shame and Goku's hips were responding in kind.

The large Saiyan snarled as he sat up to adjust himself.

Who was he to keep royalty waiting?

When Kakarott's lips descended to his bonding mark, Vegeta had quickly disregarded any hesitation remaining. He wanted the man inside him, wanted to wrap his legs around that expansive waist and lose himself in it all. It was with satisfaction that he saw Kakarott rise to position himself--the previous fear had fled in the face of the tall Saiyan's lips and again Vegeta wanted his mate with a desire that bled into pain.

The prince arched his back, bending his knees and allowing the Saiyan easier access to his destination. Kakarott paused, perhaps it was to take a breath, but Vegeta didn't care, he had never been known for his patience. The man was taking too long. With a throaty growl, the prince reached around the other Saiyan and pressed his palm into his tail spot.

Goku had stopped for an instant to breathe when his world exploded with pleasure. With a cry, he thrust his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt in the warm, tight body of the Saiyan prince. Instantly, the sensation doubled and he rocked his hips back into the hand of his mate and forward into Vegeta's beautiful body. He could already feel his pleasure building. Growling fiercely, Goku began to pump deep and long into his moaning mate.

Vegeta hissed at the mind-blowing pain and gasped at the pleasure that accompanied it. He was still sore from Goku's earlier attempt, but without the fear, the sensation of pain lasted only long enough for him to adjust to the Saiyan's pulsing length. Each thrust of the larger man stroked him delightfully and his already straining member was becoming even harder under the assault.

The prince ran his fingernails up Kakarott's sculpted back, threading and entwining them into his wild raven hair. Arching his back, Vegeta slid one leg over the Saiyan's moving hips, tilting his own up and drawing the man even deeper inside him.

Closing his eyes tightly, he surrendered to the pleasure, to Kakarott, crying out as his ecstasy mounted. The fire in his blood smoldered and his body refused to obey him. He couldn't draw a breath and the prince was damn sure that his heart would burst through his rib cage. He was fused to the other Saiyan; Kakarott's chest glistened with sweat and each thrust rubbed his slick front into the smaller man's body. Vegeta kept up with the large Saiyan's rhythm without difficulty, his hips bucking in response of their own volition. His breath came in short, rapid pants that transformed into growls the closer he got to completion.

The sight of Vegeta's dark, lust filled eyes flickering and closing in reaction to the pleasure he was receiving was enough to drive the other Saiyan insane. Fingers tightened in his hair, pulling his head down even as the prince's body rose to greet him. Vegeta's scent wrapped around him, dulling his wit and heightening every other sense he possessed. Goku moaned with each movement he made inside the little prince. The Saiyan no Ouji was tight and hot around his pumping organ and Vegeta's muscled body was wrapped around him, pulling him further inside that wonderful warmth.

"Vegeta..." Goku purred the name against the nape of the prince's neck. A shudder coursed through the Saiyan no Ouji's form and the prince purred huskily in reply.

More. He needed more of the shorter Saiyan. Goku stopped his hips with willful determination. Slipping his hands between the bed and the prince's shoulder blades, the Saiyan gripped the Saiyan no Ouji and, keeping himself secured within the smaller man, pulled them both into a sitting position.

Vegeta's eyes snapped open as he felt his mate stop. With a soft moan, he realized he was being lifted to sit on Kakarott's lap. The Saiyan prince snaked his arms around the other's man neck and licked his lips, pushing his hips forward and feeling his length press against the other man's stomach. His eyes fluttered and he moaned loudly as Kakarott caressed his spine and over his sensitive lower back. The taunting hands came to rest on his waist, where they lifted him gently. The prince gasped as he was released and gravity brought him down hard on the tall Saiyan's sex.

He heard Kakarott's murmured moan, felt the rumbling purr begin in his wide chest. With a low groan, Vegeta took the initiative and began to rhythmically impale himself on the other Saiyan's length.

Goku threw his head back at the feeling of the other Saiyan massaging his member. The man had never felt so complete as he did now with the Saiyan prince. Vegeta was moaning and growling softly in his ear, his fingernails making tracks down his spine and over his shoulders. Pleasure such as this was unlike anything he had known, though the passion at its foundation was akin to the sensations he sometimes discovered in battle.

Saiyan.

He could no longer distinguish his individual thoughts from Vegeta's and the word that resonated in his brain made perfect sense. He and his prince were the last two full-blooded Saiyans alive. They lived for the battle, the lust, and for each other.

Vegeta's satisfaction was always just beyond his grasp. He felt distinctly light headed, his entire body hyper sensitive to the other man's touch. One of Kakarott's hands was resting against his back and the other...

The Saiyan prince howled his pleasure to the world as his mate's hand enveloped his throbbing sex. The strong, warm hand brought the bucking Ouji to new heights of physical sensation with quick, rapid strokes. Vegeta's hips struck a new, frenzied pace and Kakarott growled, tightening his grip. The prince's body tensed, thrusting himself down hard on the other Saiyan's member. So damn close...

The frantic speed of the Saiyan no Ouji was quickly bringing Goku to the brink. Vegeta was pressed firmly against him, a vice-like grip on his hair, the other hand clasping at his back. The tense heat of the prince's silken thighs on his own coupled with every other aspect of the Saiyan only served to push him more decisively toward the edge. Goku bared his teeth as his pleasure peaked and his aura flared a blazing gold that surrounded them both with its intensity.

Vegeta screamed as Kakarott ascended and grew within him, stretching his small body further. He looked up into the brilliant blue eyes of his mate and clasped a fistful of soft yellow hair, thrusting down hard on his length, resting his forehead on the tall man's shoulder. His lungs were going to explode; he couldn't breathe...he growled with the shear enormity of the pleasure that raced through him.

The prince felt Kakarott climax inside of him and his body hastened to follow suit. Kami, he was going to scream...Vegeta buried the cry in the tall Saiyan's neck, clamping down savagely with his teeth, drawing blood. One more long, pulling stroke from Kakarott and the prince baptized both with his passion.

The unexpected pain of the prince's teeth spiked his pleasure and he roared, crushing the Saiyan to his shaking body as he writhed in the throes of ultimate passion. Vegeta was close behind, his flaming obsidian hair flickering sporadically to gold as he released. The force of it rocked him to the core and he cried out Vegeta's name over and over like a litany.

The sound of the taller man screaming his name sent the prince completely over the edge with him. There was nothing in his vocabulary to describe it. It was amazing...and it seemed to last for ages. Every individual muscle in his body was quivering with tension. Metallic blood on his tongue sent another barrage of pleasure through his system and he held tightly to his mate as though he was falling off the edge of the world.

But even as he slowly descended from his high perch he felt himself loosing significant strength. His body had taken too much already. Vegeta struggled to open his eyes, but his body refused to multi-task and his bursting lungs promptly took priority. And so, utterly, peacefully content for the first time in his life, the Saiyan no Ouji passed out cold in the arms of his mate.

Goku felt Vegeta slipping out of consciousness even as he himself regained use of his senses. He kept the prince cradled gently in his arms, though, as he noticed, he was still shaking from the aftermath of their frenzied lovemaking and hardly in a better state then his sated prince. Disentangling the Saiyan's limp arms from around his neck, Goku laid Vegeta tenderly back on the bed, propping his head on one of the soft, fluffy pillows that he preferred.

Kami, he had no conception of how fate had played them this ironic hand. It was only last night that he had slept contently with Chichi. Now the thought of returning to his old life made him balk. Chichi wasn't his mate; he had subconsciously reserved that title for the arrogant little prince that had become the center of his attention only a year ago and had obstinately stood in his peripheral vision every day that followed. Wherever he had gone, Vegeta had been there, watching him with those deep, black eyes. Vegeta challenged him on so many levels: as a fighter, as a Saiyan, as a man. Goku realized that he had been unconsciously trying to make the prince proud when they sparred, trying new techniques, surprising moves, anything to gain acceptance from the smaller man. What Vegeta took for flawless, superior strength was actually Goku's continual attempt at pleasing the Saiyan prince.

Kami only knows how much I have needed you, Vegeta, Goku thought, stretching out beside the sprawled form of the sleeping prince. His fingers played on the gentle slopes and curves of Vegeta's muscled chest, down to his impressive abdomen. The prince was gorgeous, his body a perfect specimen of masculine power and grace. Even asleep, the Saiyan no Ouji maintained his royal bearing like an invisible crest, stitched into the very satin of his skin.

A small smile crept onto the large Saiyan's face as he bent over the softly snoring form to pull up the sheet that lay crumpled at the foot of the bed. The fire had all but died, the shadows conquering the persisting sparks of light that still could be seen occasionally defying the darkness.

Vegeta is adorable when he sleeps, Goku reflected, reclining back on his elbow and bringing the cool cotton sheet up around them both. The prince's lips were slightly parted and the tall man couldn't resist the urge to taste them. Vegeta moaned quietly as their lips touched, shifting against him, turning into his chest. Goku chuckled, wrapping his strong arms around the Saiyan prince and gathering him close. The Saiyan caressed the relaxing muscles in his mate's back and began a low, vibrating purr in his chest to sooth the prince into a deeper sleep.

Goku sighed, contented, easing back onto the pillows and curling Vegeta more firmly into the crook of his arm. He could sense the man engrossed in a peaceful, dreamless slumber. Placing his chin on the prince's forehead, Goku closed his eyes, letting the fatigue his body felt finally overrun him.

"Aishiteru, Vegeta..."