Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Fall of the Mighty ❯ Diana Eros Eris ( Chapter 31 )

~The Fool Doth Think Himself Wise~

*shares a conspiratorial smile with diane*

Thanks, usa-chan. You have no idea how much I love hearing this. I've had a few people tell me that I've converted them to yaoi or original characters and it makes me feel great. My ego blows up so much. I like to write and I love it when it reaches anyone strongly. I've been trying so hard to keep the kids in check. They were supposed to only be helpers to the storyline but they have really taken on a life of their own. Thanks again for your comments. I will try to continue to please. Sorry it took so long to get this chapter out. I was so stuck with writer's block. I owe this chapter to Goku Mum and especially to Dark Serapha. They helped me out so much and are the only reasons I was able to get it out now rather than taking even longer. And thanks to Fate. Fuck you too. ^_^ *pulls out a crowbar and attempts to pry crazed fan from her body* If you damage me I won't be able to write! *quickly flings out new chapter in a distraction attempt and bolts away*

*shouts from a distance* I'm working on the next chapter. I will try to make sure it is out sooner than this one was.

For those of you who are into Greek mythology, my chapter title will make much more sense. The rest of you can go look it up.

~But The Wise Man Knows Himself To Be A Fool~

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He didn't understand it. Now that he had seen her he was more worried than ever. His little girl was so pale and thin. How was he going to get passed this wall between them?

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*Diana Eros Eris*

Leaves rustled, grass waved, shadows dappled over every surface under the blazing moon. Wind kissed teasingly across hot damp skin with loving tenderness. The summer scent of dew laden mist washed over every other smell. Every smell but one. That perfume laid heavy and sweet in Goku's mind. He could taste it. It was so close. Having long since stripped off his binding, snagging clothing, he crouched in the lighted darkness and reveled in the nature surrounding him. Like a predator he crept soundlessly, effortlessly scaling a tree to better hunt his prey. Free and wild as he had not been since he was a child, Goku felt alive.

There!

He leapt from his perch and snatched at…nothing. A growl of disappointment shot from his throat before he could stop it. A mistake.

He was pounced from behind and pinned into the soft leafy turf. Hot flesh pressed against his back and he mewled helplessly as arms locked under his shoulders and behind his neck, immobilizing him. A fierce growl was carried on fiery breath down the back of his throat and sent chills through him. "I've caught you." The harsh voice panted into his ear. "Yield."

Goku snarled and tried to buck his attacker off but sharp teeth clamped onto his flesh and the grip on his shoulders tightened painfully. The body on top ground against him and growled in possession. The vulnerable Saiyan wiggled in a continued attempt to free himself but when sharp canines began to pierce his skin he whimpered and went still.

Vegeta relinquished his hold slightly and licked the wound in repentance, the tang of blood making him ache and causing his own blood to boil. His tail slid sensuously down to reward his prey's submission, gaining a groan of pleasure. The victor slowly loosed his hold and lifted his mate to kneel before him. Goku cried out as Vegeta quickly pressed slick fingers into him and stroked him from the inside. A moment later the prince took hold of his hips and sheathed inside the tight heat of his mate with a drawn out groan. Goku pressed his cheek to the cool grass, his mate stroking him from within and without. Vegeta angled and thrust roughly making the kneeling man tense and cry out again.

Shouts and howls filled the countryside under the bright moon, carried on the summer breeze, tapering off into the peaceful night only to start up again after a short respite. Slick bodies met and wrestled and broke away again and again. The cycle, repeating as inexorably as the seasons, continued far into the night. Limbs tangled and thrashed as the two partners partook in each other mindlessly, driven by the cold blue orb high above that seemed to radiate an intangible heat.

She stepped out into the warm night air and took a deep, calming breath, looking up to see…

'Shit!!!'

She felt the effects of the moon instantly. She had looked right at it! Clamping a hand over her eyes she turned away in panic. 'Oh Kami!!' She could feel the energy roaring through her veins. 'No! NO! Not here! Not here!!'

Hands felt electrically charged on her shoulders. Someone was asking if she was okay. She concentrated on the feel of those hands, not questioning whom they belonged to. Blocking everything else away she knew only those hands.

'Focus! Focus!! Damn it!! Shit!!'

It almost carried her away but the feeling slowly passed and her grip on herself strengthened again. She opened her eyes to see Taigar looking at her strangely. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah." Normally she would have been grievously embarrassed to be caught showing such weakness but she just couldn't manage it. She couldn't even imagine the hell her life would be if she turned Oozaru in the middle of town with her dad just yards away. All she could think about was the man holding onto her. Only then did she realize she was pressed against the wall with the tall man gently supporting her. "Uh…I…uh…" Some very vivid and naughty thoughts were suddenly spiraling through her head and she couldn't shake them away.

Taigar bent close, very close. He smelled familiar, safe somehow …but she couldn't place the scent. Her brain was too muddled.

Then she was kissing him.

'AAH! Hold on a sec! No no no no no! Bad idea! You don't know him!'

'But I like him.'

'You like him too much!'

'Duly noted, now fuck off. I don't have to know him.'

'Where the fuck did that come from? No!' The fact that a thought like that could inhabit her mind shocked her. Shakily she broke away and slipped from between him and the wall. "Uh, heh, sorry!" She should have been panicked by now but she wasn't. Far from it. 'Vegy said… he said… Moonlight! I have to find Vegy. He'll tell me what the hell is wrong with me.' She searched for the Saiyan and…found him. 'Oh shit! …Oh SHIT!!' It all clicked into place. Tingling fear flooded deep in her chest. She felt cornered. 'Why the hell didn't he mention anything like this?!'

"Are you sure you are alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I…need to go." She shivered at the feel of his hands on her again and pulled away. "I've got to go."

"Where's your car?"

"Don't worry about it."

He wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "I'm worried. Let me take you home. I wouldn't want anything to happen to you."

'Yeah! Neither do I!!' She groaned inwardly but leaned into his comforting embrace and let him lead her to his motorcycle. 'Kami!' She really liked him. 'mmmm…at least he's nice…he smells soooo good.'

He mounted the huge bike and patted the pad in front of him for her to sit. 'hmph, mount!' She giggled at the play on words and took a deep breath, still striving for control.

"Where to?" He smiled broadly and took her hand, pearly white teeth shining in the bright moonlight.

'Ah jeez!' "Capsule Corp. That way." She climbed onto the bike and squeaked when pulled her flush against him, gunning the engine. 'Ah man…' Electricity spread through her entire body from where he had one arm wrapped around her waist, squeezing her tail between them. She did her best not to move but was positive he could feel her trembling. To her relief he was a perfect gentleman all the way to the C.C.

"You live *here*?" He asked, parking the large machine and looking, impressed, at the mansion. She cold barely think straight. All she could feel was his warmth surrounding her after riding though the cold night wind.

"At the moment." His hand slid to her waist again and she groaned from the light pressure on her tail. It was another moment before she became aware that she was kissing him again… 'ARG!' …She was wrapped around him! Pulling away she saw that he was looking at her with a strangely curious expression. She struggled for something to say but nothing came to mind. She didn't want to *say* anything.

"Spice? What is that? Is that a tail?" He glanced downward.

'Oh crap!' It had managed to wrap around his wrist. Finally her self-preservation kicked in and she fumbled, trying to tear herself away. "I gotta go."

Taigar's face fell and he reached for her. "Wait! I didn't mean to offend you. I'm sorry."

She shook her head and fended off his hands. "No. No, no. In fact I really…*really* want to stay…but I have to go!" She was already halfway to the front door.

Taigar called after her, hope was clear in his voice. "Can I come see you again?"

Spice did her best to ignore him, afraid she would change her mind. "It's a free country." She called back as she wrenched the door open and closed it securely behind her. The panting girl leaned against the solid door in relief and thanked anyone who cared to hear that someone had left the door unlocked for her even this late.

"Tsk. Yeah. I thought about locking it since you were obviously having such a good time with your boyfriend out there but you came in before I had the chance."

Her head snapped up and eyes narrowed. An almost audible growl rattled her throat but then was gone. Calmly she walked right up and looked the other male in the eyes. "Awww, does that bother you?" She purred teasingly. "That I kissed him and not you?" She stood so close that they almost touched and the boy was put off balance because of it. Something caught her eye and she snatched it, holding it up for examination. "Why, Nigel, giving the boys a little fresh air?" She gave a cheeky smirk and held up the empty porno sleeve. "Tsk tsk tsk. Now what would daddy say?"

Spice absolutely tingled all over at how horribly uncomfortable the teen was. She smiled and looked him up and down. "You're bluuuuushiiiiiiing." She taunted quietly and slid a finger down his reddened cheek, staying there, just breathing on him. He was trying to figure out what to do when she whispered to him. "I've considered your…*offer*"

He froze. "You… You have?"

"Mmmm hmmm…" She slid her left hand into his short spikes and took a deep breath of his heavily aroused scent. "You really like that idea, don't you?"

"Oh yeah." He answered quickly and reached for her but she caught his hands and held them away.

"But…" She regarded him with half lidded, sultry eyes. "You weren't very gentlemanly before. You were downright rude. I didn't like that at all. Made me very unhappy. A real turn off."

"Uh." Nigel thought for a second and then nodded hastily. "Yeah. I'm sorry about that. I shouldn't have…"

Suddenly Spice was pressed fully against him and he tensed. She whispered in his ear again. "You… thought I wouldn't know any better. That maybe I wouldn't even remember. Didn't you?"

The boy was having a hard time thinking but so was she. The bulge that pressed against her was a very potent distraction.

"…Yeah…"

"You know my dad would have killed you…"

Nigel froze again as her words hit home. "I… It was stupid." He admitted. "Sorry." Then he caught her lips in an enthusiastic kiss. "I like you much better this way."

She shuddered and pulled back again, taking another deep inhale of his strong musk. "Well…that's good, Nigel. Apology accepted. My answer is…" She eyed him speculatively through the lusty haze. "…still no."

Then she punched him in the head and he went down like a ton of bricks.

Giggling, she knelt down next to the still conscious but dazed youth. "Now we're even. Be grateful. If I were in my right mind you would be a pile of goo right now. Then again… If you hadn't pissed me off so bad last time you might have gotten lucky this time. Kami-knows this has been one hell of a night and I am definitely *not* myself." She leaned close again. "You are soooo not a threat to me. Goodnight, *sweet prince*." She mocked and then quickly retreated upstairs to her room to hopefully sleep, at least until the moon went down. This whole situation had been very hard on her senses and self control but in the end it had been extremely satisfying.

Vegeta woke slowly, breathing in the crisp cool air. Above through the trees the sky was overcast and gray. The forest was dark. He couldn't tell what time it was. Rolling over, his eyes came to rest on a bloody, ravaged figure and he froze, staring.

A long time went by before he heaved to his knees and moved closer to the bloody heap.

'No…'

The grass was stiff and black with dry blood, sharp blades splattered with sickening brown.

"Ka…K…Kakarott…"

Numbness spread through his insides like liquid nitrogen leaving him feeling frozen and brittle in its wake. He touched the curled figure's shoulder. Huddled on its side in a fetal position, it was cold and immobile, rigor mortis had long since set in.

"Oh Kami…no…"

A shuddering sob broke from his throat before he could stop it.

"No…"

"I'm impressed, little monkey. I didn't even have to lift a finger. You did it all yourself." Frieza lounged against a tree at the outskirts of the small clearing, watching with that coy little smile. "It was a feat worthy of me. I taught you well."

Breath caught in Vegeta's throat as a hazy memory fluttered to the surface of his mind.

~Blood and adrenaline pounding through his veins. Hot skin pressed against his, struggling. Energy skyrocketing and clashing. Snarls. Growls. Flesh rending. …Screams… Oh Kami. …Kakarott's screams…~

'Oh Kami! I … I lost control! The… The moon!' He started to shake. 'I lost control! I lost control!' He stared at the broken body of his mate.

"Tsk tsk. Now, now, don't pout, little monkey. You had fun while it lasted and that's what counts. Just remember how sweet his blood tasted and how his scream was like music in the dark…and how you will never experience anything like him again because he was the last. There are no more. None but you." Suddenly Frieza was crouched by his side, speaking lustily into his ear. "And you are mine."

Vegeta hissed and jerked away.

"Come now, Geta. Is that any way to treat your sovereign master? Your lord? You miss our little sessions, don't you? You miss my caresses."

The ouji snarled like a cornered animal. "Get away from me! Don't touch me! I will destroy you where you stand!!" Thus said, Vegeta powered up.

Just as he was about to ascend into super Saiyajin, his energy sputtered and fizzled out. He gasped and tried to call his ki once more but it wouldn't come.

"Foolish little princeling. You were never a match for me. You killed the only being that could save you from me and you did it just the way I taught you. You enjoyed every second of it." The ice-jin caught his arms and pinned him easily to the ground.

Vegeta shook his head in adamant denial but the memory of those screams made him shiver. Oh Kami! He had! He had enjoyed it! He turned to stare at Kakarott again, his eyes locking onto the still form. He blocked out everything else but that still figure.

"Come now, Geta, it's been far too long, scream for me."

The prince ignored him, keeping his sights locked on Kakarott. He heard Frieza snarl from being ignored and then there was pain as black talons sank into his flesh and began to spill his blood.

Strange sounds broke the morning's calm stillness slowly pulling him from his peaceful slumber. The drowsy man blinked and glanced over at Vegeta sleepily. The noises were coming from the sleeping prince. Goku stretched and roused himself.

'Another nightmare.'

He was learning that Vegeta experienced a lot of those and, though the prince would never tell him what they were about, he had his suspicions. Tensing stiff muscles he started to crawl to the unconscious man. He just reached him when the prince suddenly began to thrash and convulse causing Goku to draw up short.

"Vegeta?" Suddenly the prince gave up a throat wrenching scream. "Vegeta! Vegeta, wake up!" He tried to hold him down but the prince gasped and struggled under his grip. "Vegeta! Stop! You need to wake up! Come on! Wake up!" Another scream broke from the ouji's throat, cutting off abruptly when his eyes snapped open.

Vegeta shuttered and panted as if he had been running for days. He found Goku's wide eyed face staring down at him. "K… Kakarott?" He choked out.

"Its ok, Vegeta. It was just a nightmare. Everything's alright." Goku was shocked. Was that…relief in Vegeta's eyes? Were those…tears? Concern and compassion overwhelmed the big man and he reached out to draw his love into his embrace but Vegeta scrambled away from him.

The prince tried to stand but groaned in pain and collapsed a few feet away. 'It was just a dream! It was just a dream!! Why does it hurt so much?!' Goku was beside him again reaching for him. "No! Don't touch me!"

"Vegeta, what's wrong?"

The prince just lay there and shivered, trying to catch his breath. His eyes searched the glade. Everything was calm. Everything was as it should… His sensitive nose caught a sharp tang in the air. The clearing reeked of the activities they had indulged in during the night. Sweat…sex……blood…oh Kami! The scent of blood was strong just like that first morning after Kakarott had pressed him… He could see Kakarott out of the corner of his eye. Red stood out distinctly on the other's pale skin. He glanced down at himself. Kakarott's was not the only blood shed this time. A grimace twisted his lip and he shuddered.

Goku hovered close by and slowly moved to his side again. This was the worst nightmare Vegeta had had so far. Most of the time the prince would just open his eyes and act like nothing happened. Goku felt him flinch as he spooned against him and wrapped his arms around the disturbed prince. Placing butterfly kisses along an exposed throat and shoulder, her began to purr contentedly, hoping to calm his mate. Slowly the tension began to seep away and Vegeta relaxed, blocking out all his dark thoughts. 'Oh Kami… It was so vivid…so real…'

Kakarott moved so calmly against him. So warm…so alive… Not cold and dead. How did he ever get himself into this? The prince hurt all over, muscles clenched and sore from the night's strenuous activities…from Kakarott…from the nightmare.

The other caressed him lovingly and the purring grew deeper, richer. A hot breath tickled his ear followed by a hot tongue and light teeth. Hands explored him. A hardness pressed against his back that he couldn't ignore while those hands roamed. The prince's breath again began to come in gasps.

Goku shifted behind him and then his saliva slicked hardness pressed into him. Arms hugged the prince's waist again causing him to wheeze slightly as stiff muscles were compressed. Their heavy breathing filled the clearing as Goku moved easily inside him. The prince stiffened as pleasure flared through him then Goku rolled them until they both faced the sky and held his love's hips firmly with large hands.

Vegeta's abdominal muscles burned as his back arched sharply over Goku's stomach. He groaned and clutched at the waist below him while his back cracked from the odd angle.

The pain of over-stretched tense muscles mixed with Goku's deep thrusts and raised the prince to heights mere pleasure could not reach. He groaned aloud as Goku's movements and grip grew more demanding and less careful.

Then they were back on their sides again and the larger man reaffirmed his grip, holding the prince tight against him as he pounded into him. Vegeta shifted but the grip tightened making his ribs creak and causing unnoticed bruises to flair to life. The prince gasped and bucked, griping the arms around him. 'Ah! …yes…' Goku had fully given in to his instincts. He wasn't about to let go, he probably didn't even realize how tight his grip was. Vegeta arched, forcing distance between them, testing, egging on the response he knew Kakarott would give. The large Saiyajin growled possessively and crushed the prince to himself, snapping his teeth onto the prince's bare neck to keep him still. Vegeta moaned loudly, his eyes rolling back, Goku still pounding deeply, brushing that spot. He couldn't think anymore, he could barely breathe. The dream came back to him, it was so real. A firm, fluffy tail slithered between his thighs, stroking him and nearly sending him over the edge. He gasped for air and, in the movement, suddenly one of his ribs cracked drawing out a cry, pain suffusing his body, and the dam broke. Ecstasy flooded him and Goku's grip tightened even more as he came violently.

Spurred on by the prince's yell, Goku changed their position again so that Vegeta was held securely underneath and slammed into him. Quickly the larger Saiyan bellowed his own release and calmed, collapsing on top of his mate.

Vegeta breathed heavily under the impressive weight that was Kakarott, effectively pinned with the other still sheathed inside him. He ached and every intake of air came with a stab of pain. It sent shivers down his spine and tremors all through his body. Kami! He was still aroused. He twitched with it.

After a few minutes he nudged his spent mate off and sat back on his haunches forcing air deep into his lungs despite the stabbing in his ribs. Goku mumbled sleepily and hugged his waist with contentment. Vegeta ran his fingers through the random spikes that rested on his thigh, letting his eyes wander over the other's sweat slicked body. The tired man's eyes opened and he saw Vegeta watching him intently.

"Hmmm?"

The prince just grunted in reply.

Goku sat up and enfolded him in his arms. "Will you tell me what you dreamed about?"

The ouji kissed him passionately instead of answering the question. The larger man moaned but pulled away. "If you tell me about it maybe it won't be so bad. You have bad dreams a lot, don't you?"

Again he was ignored and the prince distracted him with a warm tongue and nimble fingers. Goku melted for a moment but then backed away once more only to find himself cornered between his mate and a large tree. "Vegeta, I think you should talk about it. I hate seeing you so upset. I want to help."

The prince's eyes were almost predatory. "Shut up, Kakarott." He pushed Goku against the tree and pressed fully against him. Vegeta lapped hungrily at his lips and reached down to stroke him firmly back to life. His own essence spread on his lower abs helped him slide easily as he ground against the bigger man.

"Ve…Vegeta…" Goku had a nagging feeling that the prince was just trying to distract him. It was working pretty well. "Wha… What did you dream about…?"

Without warning the prince sheathed within him and began to roughly thrust at just the right angle. He already had Goku gasping by the time he answered. "You." He thrust sharply between each word. "Don't." Thrust. "Really." Thrust. "Want." Thrust. "To." Thrust. "Know."

"Yes I …aaaah…" Goku could barely control himself as the prince's slick, slippery body slid against and inside him. The pace increased.

"You don't." Vegeta grated and suddenly rammed into him forcefully, making Goku cry out and buck. "You are loud, Kakarott." The smirk in his voice was obvious. "But I like to hear you scream… I like it too much… You scream beautifully." Again he slammed home hard and again Goku cried out, only partially aware of what Vegeta said.

The prince bit onto the gasping man's lip and they rocked together. Vegeta increased in force and speed and Goku's voice launched higher and all too soon he did scream, their bodies sliding even easier as he spasmed.

Then Vegeta was whispering in his ear again as he came down from the heights. "I made you scream. Such sweet screams… I loved every second of them… You have no idea how much it all affects me…" A deep guttural growl rose in his throat and grew almost into an animalistic howl as he sated himself in his mate.

Gasping he stared into Goku's eyes. "I killed you for them…and then Frieza came and did the same to me."

Goku stared, shocked, and Vegeta kissed him again with still unused passion before pulling away and getting to his feet. "I'm leaving."

Was it as good for you as it was for me? *sigh* I bet it was. *cheeky grin* How'd ya like that? This is probably the longest lemon I have written. The whole chapter was just filled with lemony goodness…and a bit of sadomasochism…but it's all good. When Vegeta remembers "that first morning" he is referring to chapter 8 and the beginning of chapter 9. Remember when he washes the blood from Goku's skin and then wakes him in a rather *friendly* manner? There are a few references to past chapters here. Can you see them? Like chapter 1, different dream sequences, chapter 20, 27, etc… Eh, I'll leave you to it.

You know what? I realized something depressing. I would have had 303 reviews now if ff.net didn't screw with me. *pout*