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The fire crackled merrily creating a peaceful atmosphere, Goku created figures with his fingers in the light of the small bonfire projected on the rock face, giggling.

“Come on, 'Geta, this isn't difficult!”

The young Saiyan had been playing practically alone for twenty minutes. The Prince refused to cooperate and was running out of patience judging by the great throbbing vein on his broad forehead.

“Okay, it was a tiger. But you have to guess the next one, look, I'll do it simple, okay?” he cracked his fingers and untied them, placing them between the fire and the wall. A big smile on his face as he looked at Vegeta.

The elder sighed inwardly - Goku could tell when he did. “Enough now, I let you play enough”

“Ow, Vegeta, but it's fun!” he chirped. “Guess at least which animal it is this time! Then I'll stop, I promise.”

Vegeta's jaw clenched and he glanced at the strange abstract shape to the rock. “Oozaru.”

Goku applauded in delight. “You're great, Geta!”

“I'm going to sleep.” he cut the older one short. “We wake up early tomorrow morning and continue with training.”

Goku grimaced: he wasn't a night person and if he went to sleep in the morning would arrive earlier than expected, but it had been a week since they had been on that uninhabited planet to train without holding back and Goku had discovered that he liked to stay awake as much as possible under those stars and listen to Vegeta's breathing.

It wasn't a discovery for Goku: he had always liked Vegeta, ever since they first met. Feelings have evolved over the years. As well as the knowledge that Vegeta would not reciprocate. Goku had felt it in their fusions. The Prince felt respect and pride as a Saiyan, and for something that could be called friendship in earthly terms, he cared for him to some degree.

Vegeta had matured so much ... Goku wished he had done the same. Instead the mild crush had grown larger and a small flame had broken out in a fire and Goku didn't have the courage to extinguish it. He had almost gotten cold when he wasn't close to Vegeta, when he didn't know where he was and if he was okay or not. He had learned to control the sensation but the chill did not leave his chest.

Initially Goku, when Vegeta had stopped rejecting his company, had thought it was only because they were pure-blood Saiyans on a planet of humans. Over time he had deluded himself into believing that Vegeta wanted to be his friend. They were challenging sparring partners, few things brought Goku more joy than a fight against Vegeta. And his own blood ran fast and sang, at this knowledge: Vegeta deemed him worthy.

Also, Goku hadn't missed the Prince's expressions when he did something more Saiyan and less human.

The younger one observed the muscular back of the other who had lain down. “Goodnight, Vegeta.”

A slight throat noise similar to a growl was Vegeta's only response and Goku smiled.

Over time, Vegeta had assimilated many earthly things and Goku had found himself wanting to externalize more of the Saiyan in him… as a compensation. Or a call.

The more Vegeta adapted to life on Earth, the more Goku heard a voice in his mind whispering very sad scenarios with only one ending: Vegeta pushed him away because they no longer had anything in common. It wasn't just a matter of being two Saiyans. It couldn't be just that. But Goku's instinct trembled every time that voice spoke, making him feel alone and abandoned.

Goku looked around: they had not brought the comfortable camping houses of the Capsule Corps, not even Vegeta after the years of deserved luxury had proposed to bring something beyond the bare minimum. The planet they had chosen had a flourishing vegetation, like the Earth immersed in its wild and pure nature. It took Goku back in time. And he was delighted to share all of this with Vegeta.

It was not the first time that the two lived together - in some way, and they knew each other's rhythms very well. The familiarity, the certainty of Vegeta's presence made him smile. He couldn't stop! Even though it always annoyed Vegeta.

Goku had closed his eyes, the fire still crackling, the light sound of the wind and the most beautiful sound: Vegeta's breathing. Resisting the urge to hug him, Goku forced himself to fall asleep.

Goku emerged from the crystal clear water of the river, shaking his head and stretching, loving the sensation of the clear liquid caressing his skin. A couple of bones rattled as he flexed his torso and sighed, lowering himself further into the water up to his neck, leaning his back against a rock, his face facing the two suns in the sky.

The training that morning had been intense. He was full of sweat and blood and felt very satisfied, especially for Vegeta's gaze: satisfied and ferocious. And it was he who gave birth to those emotions in the Prince! And he'd been rewarded with a ki blast and a well-placed punch that sent him flying into a mountain.

He moved his toes under the water and giggled. Their routine flowed like this river and Goku couldn't ask for better.

He had found the river the day after they arrived, as if he already knew the way he had walked towards the cool spring and from that day it had become his favorite place. Vegeta seemed reluctant to approach, looking at the water as if he could attack him at any moment. When Vegeta had informed him that he would no longer bathe there but in another stream that he had found, Goku nodded, saying that he was looking forward to seeing his friend's new discovery. Then the elder had growled and said to stay away and leave him alone at least when he was bathing. Goku could not help but nod a second time at that outburst of anger.

As long as he could feel his ki, Goku was quiet, except when Vegeta canceled it out of spite and was not found. He had done it for an entire afternoon a few days ago and Goku was afraid that he might walk away without telling him anything, leaving him alone on the planet.

And it was the first time that Goku didn't want to be alone. But the thought of being left by Vegeta made him panic.

But what could he do? Forcing Vegeta to stay with him? He wouldn't have stopped the other if he wanted to leave, he just wanted he to tell him.

Which was really funny. Did he really complain if someone disappeared without saying anything?

He played with water, making ripples.

Goku had made a mistake in his life, he knew it, he felt it. So this was… Vegeta's way of letting him understand his mistakes?

A shiver went through his spine and his big nipples stiffened too. He looked around: there was nothing. He searched through the ki and besides that of Vegeta and the animals of the planet there was no one else. But yet…

The gentle Saiyan looked down to see rocks, small fish and more. His body slightly distorted by the mirror of water. There was nothing different. No unknown or threatening ki in the vicinity, even beyond the atmosphere of the pianera. He moved his foot and saw it: a small bright reflection from the shallow water. He tilted his head and plunged in, looking closely at a small stone with the shades of the sky, it reminded him of the clouds of the Earth.

He took the colored stone in his large hands, returning to the surface, studying it in the light of the two suns. It was very beautiful.

Vegeta's ki was rapidly approaching and Goku held back the emotion with poor results.

The Prince landed near his orange and blue clothes on the grass, perfectly clean and dressed in a new blue uniform. Goku's black eyes looked at the orange and torn gi for a moment, feeling the gap between them suddenly grow larger than usual.

“Are you still in the water? Ah, you are worse than a cub, Kakarot!” Vegeta muttered crossing his arms over his chest.

Goku instinctively chuckled, putting a hand behind his neck. "I'm done, I'm going out." as he moved, he noticed that Vegeta was watching him intently. He blushed but did not stop, reaching for his clothes and drying himself with a little ki. The stone slipped from his hands as he put his pants back on and he noticed that color was a bit faded.

“Well? Do we have to stay here all day?”

Vegeta's growl brought him back to reality. Goku gaped at him, no longer wanting to wear clothes. He didn't care if he had a ridiculously large chest, a bouncy butt, and thighs that rub against each other. He wanted to be naked as when he was a child, free. And he wanted now, as an adult... to be dressed only in his skin in front of Vegeta. Show himself to his friend.

He shook his head and slipped the stone into his gi pocket. He flew up carrying his clothes.

“Hey, Kakarot! Do I also have to tell you to get dressed ?! Are we at this point, idiot?”

Goku smiled. “They are ruined, it is useless to wear them.” this was the truth, the truest part was that he didn't want to wear anything, going back to their little camp.

Vegeta was immediately close to him. “That punch I gave you must have definitely broken your head.”

The younger Saiyan chuckled. “Nah, the only victim was that poor mountain! Luckily there were no animals there.”

A snort escaped from the royal lips which were folded into a small half smile. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Goku adjusted the flight line, approaching his friend.

“It was a powerful blow, Vegeta! Wow, then you absolutely have to do it again and I bet it will be different this time!” he clenched a fist and fired a big smile.

“Tze, if you care so much... you don't care about your head then!”

“Ah, I'm so hungry!”

“You’re always hungry!”

“Eheh, you know me!”

The words came out and he couldn't even think correctly, not that he was usually a silent or thoughtful type ... he went with the flow yes, but this time the tongue was unrestrained, he felt he wanted to talk to Vegeta, communicate with him, let him know what he thought of him, he wanted to talk about his feelings- no, no no no! He blinked. What the hell? But Vegeta still had that grin on his face and it was so beautiful.

“Listen em… would you like if I cook?” Goku proposed, without knowing where the initiative came from.

“And eat carbon? Since when can you cook? No, thanks, I want to live.” Vegeta chuckled darkly and Goku pouted.

“I can cook...” he whispered.

Vegeta was silent for a few seconds. “Okay.”

Goku bit his lip trying not to smile too much, but he failed, he was too excited. “Really? Thanks Vegeta! Come on let's go!” he picked up speed by landing next to their belongings first. He put away the torn gi and immediately began to prepare everything needed, checking the wood for the fire and remembering having seen an animal similar to a large boar towards the western part of the planet.

“Kakarot?!”

Vegeta's circumspect voice brought him back to reality again. “Uh?”

“I didn't think you were capable of cooking…”

The younger shrugged. “You never asked me. I'll be right back, okay?” he with a smile he flew away, ignoring Vegeta's protests about putting on clothes.

Instead Goku thought he was really stupid in keeping his clothes on: he had almost forgotten the beauty of contact with nature. The wind all over the body, the heat of the sun on the skin, the earth under the feet and the plants and leaves that brushed against it.

It didn't happen every day to amaze the Prince of all Saiyans, Goku wondered where all the desire to talk came from. He was a talker, yes, Vegeta kept complaining about it, but he hardly ever said what he really wanted.

Locating and capturing the animal took very little time and Goku couldn't wait to go back to Vegeta to be close to him.

The Prince was sitting on a tree trunk, watching him work on their meal: lighting the fire while cleaning the meat of the animal similar to a large boar. Instinct was almost the only guide, on automatic pilot, as if he were catapulted elsewhere. Another reality. Another time. But in a different way from one's childhood.

His face was warm in front of the fire as he checked the meat. It was not his intention to overcook him, he wanted to preserve the tenderness of the meat and its natural nourishment.

He served the meal to his friend, who hadn't spoken all the time but accepted without protest - he hadn't even mentioned her nakedness anymore.

Goku ate with gusto while he thought about what to do with the animal's fur. It wasn't very soft, but was certainly warm. On the planet the temperature was perfect but perhaps with the change of season the temperatures would have dropped and then some furs would have been useful.

Maybe he could even make it softer. Like the fur from his old tail. He almost felt it move behind his back. Bulma had once talked about something about missing limbs that could be felt - how was it? phantom limb? It happened so rarely… but it felt so real. Especially the movement of air that he had felt in his back and the air between the hair of tail! Impossible!

Goku looked behind him: no tail. A pinch in the chest and a bad feeling.

“Hear anything?”

Obviously Vegeta's first thought was a potential threat. And where others saw him as a remnant of his bloodthirsty past, Goku felt only protective vibes.

He certainly couldn't tell Vegeta that he felt the tail.

“Nothing. Mh, how does the meat look to you?” he asked, a little hesitant.

“Hm. I'm surprised you didn't cook a burn it as we usually eat it on Earth and- Kakarot, why do you keep looking at those furs?”

“Ah sorry Vegeta!” chuckled the younger. “I was just thinking we can use them. It would be a shame to throw them away. It is also right out of respect for this creature.”

Maybe it was the fire, but a warm light crossed Vegeta's dark eyes. “Then you can have good ideas too. That blow to the head today maybe fixed something!”

Goku had already forgotten about that incident. “Why do you keep talking about it? It's not the first time you've hit me and throw something at me!”

“You split more than half of the mountain!" the eldest growled softly.

Goku arranged the fire better, making sure to make it last better. “What about this?”

“Are you sure you're okay?”

Goku looked at him, but found that the intensity of that gaze was too much. He usually loved looking him in the face, but he couldn't do it without feeling himself blush.

“Mh? What do you mean?”

“Idiot!" he stamped his foot on the ground. “How are you?”

“I'm fine.”

The answer seemed to be the wrong one. “You're not fine.”

“Why are you mad, Vegeta? I said I'm fine…” he grabbed the furs, as if they could give him protection.

“You say that even when you are one step away from death!”

Goku scratched the back of his neck. Did he do it? He wanted to get back that fluency that had magically appeared in the last few hours, but it seemed to have vanished.

“Tze!” Vegeta crossed his arms across his chest, and he looked really angry. “Incredible. When will you learn? I can understand the need to reassure others, but- me, Kakarot? Do you really think you can hide something from me?”

The hairs on the nape stood up, Goku's eyes widened: Vegeta… did he know him? Did he know how he felt about him? No... no...

“You used... the bond...” he tried to speak but his tongue stumbled between his teeth.

“Maybe.”

And instead of feeling scared or unnerved, Goku felt his chest get warm. Had Vegeta used their leftover bond from the fusions?

“I know you don't like that bond, but I'm so happy to have it with you.” he shyly whispered with a small smile, it was really rare that the other mentioned their relationship. Goku called him that, Vegeta kept using another name.

Vegeta's shoulders vibrated slightly before returning rigid. “The link it's not that different from a Saiyan bond...”

Goku widened his eyes, his body suddenly frozen even as he clutched the fur. “Wh- what? Can the Saiyans have a bond?” having the slightest connection with Vegeta was a blessing: a Saiyan bond… with Vegeta… oh, beyond heaven. And Goku knew what he was talking about; he had been to heaven!

“Yes...” Vegeta put aside the small leftovers from the meal, his voice low and meaningful. Whatever he was about to say was very important to him and perhaps cost him quite a bit. “It was no longer as common as centuries before and after the entry of Cooler's family the practice practically stopped.”

Goku quickly looked from the fire to Vegeta's stiff, thoughtful figure. It wasn't often that he talked about the ways of the Saiyans or Vegetasei. But on the other hand... who was there to take an interest? Goku's heart beat fast. The realization that he had never paid attention to his older friend hit him very hard. And did he call himself a good person?

He touched the back of his neck, the natural gesture and nervous tic... he will never know what his life could have been, maybe that blow to the head had changed everything or nothing. There was nothing she could do about it. But now…

He moved closer to the fire, sitting better on the ground putting the fur on his legs. “How does a Saiyan bond work?”

Vegeta studied him for a moment, before crossing his arms over his chest. “With a private ritual. Saiyans can be very territorial, so only the two people would be involved. Or three, four… it depends on how big the nest is. Partners bite each other in the neck, that's the choice bite. The sign for the community that the Saiyan is taken!”

“It sounds romantic…”

Vegeta chuckled. “Romantic? We are wild animals, Kakarot, what do you find romantic about us?”

Goku hoped the fire would hide the blush on his cheeks. “Well, when you choose your partner or partners it's - it's forever, right?”

“I don't know.” the elder answered vaguely. “In more ancient times there was also another type of ritual, where the Saiyans used the mating bite, which combined with the previous one formed the bond. Nappa was a fanatic of this old stuff... I think it was his way of escaping the reality that we lived under the Empire of Frieza.”

Goku could almost glimpse Vegeta's thick, brown tail wrapped around his thin waist, but it was only his imagination.

“For a long time the Saiyans have been a people without a fixed planet and there has never been much documentation. So the old customs, the actual roots of traditions and rituals have been lost without even knowing they existed. It happens. Even on this planet there are ruins, the locals have been forgotten.”

“Oh, it's sad... I'm sorry.”

His tone of voice was sincere but obviously had no benevolent effect on Vegeta, who sighed. “For what? You can't miss something you don't know.”

“I guess you're right.” Goku whispered nervously running his fingers through the fur.

“Don't make that face, Kakarot.” Vegeta continued with a mocking tone, getting up. “Most of that stuff is just a legend.”

“Ah, like the legend of the Super Saiyan?”

The little joke managed to bring a grin to the Prince's face. “You have a peacock's ego, Kakarot, and nobody ever believes me.” he looked to a far point in the sky. “I'm going to do some training. It will be better that by this evening you will have learned something new because tomorrow I will sweep the planet with your body!” and without further ado he flew away.

For once that Goku wanted to know more about Saiyans… uh, maybe it was a sensitive subject for Vegeta. The eye fell on the emergency bags and clothes. He didn't want anything on, he still preferred to be naked. He was also thrilled by Vegeta's threat: who knows how tomorrow's fight would go!

He checked the fire and put away the torn gi, taking the stone he had found in the water and returning to sit on the ground, deciding to train the mind instead of the body.

He ran his hands through the fur, evaluating how to best arrange it: the movement and texture relaxed him and his mind began to slide towards the first stage of meditation.

Thoughts flowed with their smooth, carefree pace. Old, recent, new images and things he had forgotten, which always came back to the surface, and of course… those things he couldn't give a name to. Yet they were there: never seen, never heard or smelled… but they kept coming in front of him.

Some images were ruthless and violent - he was sure he wasn't the creator of those things, he shivered just at the thought. Others had a different kind of cruelty... he felt his skin tingle every time at the memory of events he had never experienced: the sun on his hot skin, the sensation of writhing organs and blood that seemed to seek a way out otherwise it would explode he.

He had never talked about it to anyone, trying in every way to return to the source... if it was a request for help from someone... but until that moment he had not found anything. He surely he would have been considered crazy if he had confided. What if it really was a distress call that he hadn't been able to answer?

He brought his knees to his chest, the fur slipping off. She tried to focus on that feeling and once again found no answer. He tried to broaden the search range, even remembering Vegeta's words, involuntarily focusing on the last sentence: Vegeta was more than capable of using it to demolish everything on the planet and even if Goku hoped that the other did not do it for the good of the planet itself, there was that old dark desire that threatened to come out just for those words.

Vegeta was referring to fighting. But for Goku it meant something else as well… something sexual. Thinking of Vegeta that he was pushing him against every surface of the planet, rocks, trees and even in the waters… destroying everything in the fury of passion.

Goku's heart was now beating fast and he was feeling very hot. The hard penis for just a short fantasy. He hadn't thought of anything specific and yet there it was: his member was crying to be satisfied.

Goku leaned his back to the trunk behind him, opening his legs: the heat of the fire hit him in the loins and moaned, and he began to pull his cock slowly with one hand, observing where Vegeta was sitting, thinking it there, with that arrogant smile and the tail around his waist- he was delirious, because he wanted Vegeta to swing that tail and Goku felt his hand wetter just from the little appendix dance.

The base of the back throbbed and the asshole contracted. This was the moment in which Goku had to choose whether to touch the scar on his tail or fuck himself with his fingers. Sometimes he was able to do everything together but at that moment he didn't have the mindfulness to coordinate the movements.

Deciding that the pinch at the base of the back was what he wanted, he wet a finger with his tongue, using as much saliva as possible, immediately pushing inside himself, without hesitation moaning for the invasion and whimpering because one finger was too little. He could take a lot more, he had already done it, but depriving himself of the pleasure of being completely full made him tremble all over his spine.

He bit his lip so as not to scream and pumped all over the shaft while pushing a finger in and out, moving it hastily and pleased with the knuckles beating on the fat buttocks. Pain from poor preparation was always welcome.

He tilted his hips, trying to rub the scar on the ground, whimpering at all the stimulation and the possibility of being discovered by Vegeta. Oh, what would Vegeta do if he found him like this? If he had limited himself to staring at him, Goku would not have resisted, coming miserably under that ardent gaze.

His hands picked up the pace, desperate for pleasure, feeling his lower abdomen tighten each time he pulled hard on his cock and his toes curl as he pulled and brushed against the prostate. Goku opened his legs more, imagining giving himself to the handsome Prince, who would never have wanted him. Maybe Vegeta would make fun of him, humiliate him? Goku thought it could be very exciting. Vegeta's brilliant mind was certainly capable of many good games: Goku would have gladly let him play with his body.

Trying to imagine the hoarse, growling voice giving him orders, pushing his finger deeper with greater force, squeezing the wet tip of his cock.

Vegeta's lips whispered his Saiyan name, biting his ear, his neck... possessing him.

Goku came into his hand and stomach, panting and closing his legs, trapping his arm in the middle. Sobbing, he tried to crawl but found he could not move well, which was strange, but Vegeta could return at any moment. He licked his wet hand, wiping the sweet sperm off it and crawled slowly to the remains of his gi, wiping as best he could.

Taking big breaths of oxygen still feeling hot and shivering. He didn't even mind to get dressed, he simply went back to the fire, adding wood and covering himself with fur, closing his eyes and entering into meditation. He would have no distractions this time, focusing on the ki of the planet itself.

Somewhere in the next few hours he must have fallen asleep. Sometimes it happened to him, when the meditation was very deep or he needed to dig to reach a new level, but this time he didn't do anything in particular.

Goku had just woken up on the bare earth, under two heavy blankets. He blinked in confusion making a local mind, realizing from the position of the sun that it must have been late morning… had he slept that much? Surely Vegeta was angry... instinctively he sought the ki of the older Saiyan, finding it not far away and approaching.

While lying down Goku stretched his arms above his head, arching his back and stretching. Some twisting of the torso between the yawns, turning on the ground, loving the sensation of the earth and grass in direct contact with the skin. He turned, touching the floor with his chest, rubbing his face on the soft grass. Enjoying the sleepiness before facing Vegeta's fury.

A slight pressure on the cheek made him lift his head: a small stone similar to the crystal clear water of the river that he had never seen before stained with blood. He touched his skin, noticing a very small cut. He had not noticed that there were small stones so sharp... body saiyan could take strong blows... who knows what material it was made of.

He picked up the stone, compared to the other it was clearer and semi-transparent. And under his eyes it was slowly absorbing the blood, making the color brighter. Goku touched his cheek: the cut was still there.

Vegeta's boots were now close and Goku smiled at the Prince, forgetting any perplexity.

“Good morning Vegeta, uh…” he put his hand with the stone to the back of his head, giggling nervously. “I'm sorry, I overslept!”

The older Saiyan grinned. “You slept like a rock, so I moved you.”

Vegeta had... had he tucked the blankets in? He blushed. He would have liked to have been awake to feel the other's arms on him as he picked him up - probably Vegeta had dragged him at best, but Goku was just a big romantic and he liked Vegeta's hug... or rather, definitely he would have liked them.

“I have prepared something to eat. Eat your breakfast so I can hit you!” Vegeta muttered in his usual annoyed tone, but all Goku heard was that Vegeta had cooked for him too. Okay, this was nothing new and he had never noticed it before and enjoyed cooking for Vegeta. But knowing that the Prince had thought of him even after he had tasted his own cuisine… it was… nice. Goku promised to return the favor, maybe Vegeta would let him prepare something again? He hadn't complained about the meat so there was hope. The large, naked body vibrated at the mere thought of Vegeta's worry.

Vegeta seemed unaware of the loud beats of his heart - Goku knew he was willingly ignoring them, carefully warming the flesh. Goku almost felt a slight purr at the sight of Vegeta in nature in front of a fire taking care of the meal. Near the crackling fire there was the fur that he had removed from the animal of the previous day.

The stone that was still in his hand had distracted him, as well as his friend's behavior, but he had woken up without it.

Vegeta checked the meat for the last time and passed him the plate, also extending a second with some vegetables on top. “You must have a more balanced diet, you idiot!” he growled and even though he seemed ready to gorge him personally, Goku found himself purring, getting a very careful look on his face.

“Thanks Vegeta!” Goku ate enthusiastically, savoring his late breakfast with glee, until something heavy hit his shoulders. “Uh?” his fur was clean and warm from the fire. “Geta?”

The Prince had his back to him. “It seems to me that all I do is tell you that you are slow. Eat quickly!” he wasn't looking at him, fiddling with their supplies.

Goku was just enchanted: Had Vegeta... cleaned the fur? He passed his hand over it, finding it very soft and pleasant. He honestly didn't want to move and wanted Vegeta to come back to him. He narrowed his eyes and smiled: maybe Vegeta would have looked at him as he touched himself like the night before?

The shifting of the wind brought the scent of the Prince, more intense than usual. Goku knew that perfume perfectly but now it looked… better. Was Vegeta going to hug him after watching him jerk off? He wanted it… he wanted that perfume around him. A little breeze and he already felt warm, calm… almost protected. He could rest peacefully in those arms of him.

He finished his delicious meal and got up, letting the blankets slip and pulling his fur around him, shivering with something other than cold.

“Vegeta?”

The older one turned, taking a step back. Goku was really close, closer than usual. “Damn it Kakarot! Since when are you so silent?” he yelled, picking up an undamaged orange gi. “And for the love of the gods, get dressed! We are not fighting with you naked!”

“Why? You can undress too. Wouldn't it be... better?” Goku stammered, hesitant, seeing Vegeta's jaw clench and his chest take deep breaths. “I mean… we're definitely going to ruin other clothes. It would be a pity…”

Vegeta covered his face with a gloved hand. “What do I have to hear!” he pushed his clothes to his chest. “Dress up, Kakarot! That's an order!”

The low and imperious tone combined with the characteristic growl and fire made Goku's intestines contract and even his ass was not indifferent. “O... okay... sorry.” he blew out giggling trying to hide the agitation again with a nervous chuckle.

Quickly he put on his orange gi, putting the stone he had found a little earlier in the blue waistband and also recovering that of the river, still opaque as the day before.

Carefully he folded the fur, caressing it, loving the feel of it between his fingers. Did Vegeta's tail have the same texture? His had never been so soft ... but Vegeta was a royal and he knew many things, maybe it was really that beautiful.

Vegeta was already high in the sky and despite not looking at him and his arms crossed over his chest, Goku could tell he was quite relaxed. He joins him after placing his fur close to their belongings, showing a big smile.

“I'm ready. Where do we go?” he hardly ever chose the places for their clashes, he let Vegeta do it, as long as they were together everything was fine for him.

“Same point as yesterday, you have to see something.”

The sombre tone made Goku shake, but he nodded his head following the Prince until he reached the split mountain thanks to Vegeta's well-placed fist.

The Saiyan who grew up on Earth chuckled. “It was really a great shot!”

Vegeta snorted and flew through the rift, reaching the other side where they had never been during their time on that unknown planet. The air was different on this side ... almost heavy and too much to bear. A shiver down my spine that concentrated on the scar on the tail. He could go back but he was too curious: Vegeta wanted him to see something... Goku was too happy that Vegeta wanted to share he couldn't just back down!

He followed his friend until he landed in front of confused dark and red massive stones, broken and very old in appearance. It looked vaguely like an entrance, perhaps columns and the remains of some statue that no longer had shape.

Goku still felt shivering, but not with cold: he felt hot and sweaty. He was even more curious than ever. When he had that sense of danger he had to jump inside without looking. His instinct of him always said this and was doing it even now. But an even more hidden part told him to go away, as far as possible.

“Vegeta?”

The Prince was with a stiff posture and a wary face at his side. The look of someone who wanted to trust but he couldn't.

“Yesterday I came here to train and I found these ruins, it was a temple. So I went in and saw that there are still some legible writing on the walls.”

“Why did you come here?”

Vegeta advanced towards the remains of a statue, placing a hand on it. “Above the entrance, the symbol is erased, but this statue was familiar to me even if in poor condition. It is the Goddess Sabaki, the Earth that Unites.” he grinned, even though it sounded more like nostalgia. “At least according to the stories of that crazy Nappa.”

“This means that…” Goku was genuinely more interested in his friend's upset than in anything else, even though he understood the importance and had resisted until that moment because he damnably wanted to know what Vegeta wanted to share.

“Yes, Saiyans once lived on this planet.”

Vegeta's gaze burned on the skin but the heat didn't come from outside, it was as if Vegeta came from inside.

“What were Saiyans doing here?” he stammered, rubbing his fingers between them, gazing raptly at the decaying structure.

Vegeta chuckled. “One of the many planets conquered by our ancestors. I thought it was the temple of Sabaki, instead… it is the goddess of fire, Exada.”

“It doesn't make sense, I mean... does it have it?” Goku asked, taking a few steps forward, peering inside the temple as far as the rays of the suns reached. “Why is there a statue of that earth goddess and the temple isn't for her?” he noticed an elusive reflection but shook his head.

“The Goddess Sabaki was she who united, I think there are temples for the other deities on this planet as well, but the protection of the goddess extends to everything. For a balance.”

Goku moved a few pebbles on the floor, noticing how darker and gray it was than the one where they had camped. He felt Vegeta's boots pull away and saw him enter.

“Vegeta?” his hands went to the blue belt at his waist, the shape of the two small stones that almost pulsed as if they wanted to communicate with him. “Vegeta?”

But the older Saiyan was too busy admiring the inside of the temple. Goku took a few minutes to look at his friend immersed in the ancient culture of their people. A discomfort in his lower back made him step back, hugging himself.

There was a magnet that drew him into the crack in the mountain, but the chills were increasing and he wasn't sure he liked it.

He was a Saiyan, but he didn't really belong to the Saiyan race and Vegeta seemed more comfortable when he wasn't around, he would definitely break something with his own awkwardness.

“Kakarot! What are you doing out there? You make me speak for myself! Get in here!” Vegeta growled and his voice rang out across the cove, bouncing off the rocks.

“Ah ... hahaha" he laughed he tried to sound casual, scratching the back of his head. “I don't think that's the best thing to do, Vegeta.”

“I said come here!”

“You said we had to fight and I-”

“Do you want me to silence my ki again?”

“What? No, please, Vegeta- I've already broken a mountain I don't want to do any more damage!” he whispered, taking a step back again.

Vegeta opened his mouth, ready to growl more mean words, when he stopped and sighed, rubbing the root of his nose with two fingers. He came out of the temple and came close to him. “Nothing will happen, I was just curious: that old man was right. I think he is laughing from Hell. Yesterday you asked me about Saiyan bonds and there is more information in here.”

Goku looked at him, fluttering his long black lashes. Had Vegeta brought him here because he wanted to explain something about Saiyan culture to him? He didn't know why Vegeta was doing it, the very idea warmed his heart, especially because it didn't have to be easy for the other.

The younger Saiyan nodded. “Okay. I hope- maybe I can stay at the entrance.”

“You didn't break anything, I was the one who gave you that blow. It's not your fault, stop thinking about it.”

Those words hit him more than yesterday's fist. And he followed the Prince towards the entrance as if he were the only source of heat for miles and miles.

Surely it must have once been a very beautiful temple, now it was a mess and Goku couldn't imagine anything specific correctly. Vegeta seemed more aware even though he too frowned from time to time, trying to match the various notions with these new discoveries.

The air inside was denser, like the sensation he felt as they flew through the crack in the mountain, it was like being inside a brazier.

Everything in the circular place seemed to point towards the center where there was a broken black rock table. Of the engravings above carved in the depths. Goku did not recognize those signs, Vegeta ran a finger over them and whispered something moving his lips: Goku did not understand what he was saying but Vegeta's realization became evident when he reached a hole the size of a teapot.

“I didn't notice this yesterday…” he murmured, moving his lips again as he reads again. An amused smile on her lips. “I don't believe it, this looks like magic! I didn't think our ancestors were such fanatics!”

Goku looked at him puzzled. “Magic exists, Vegeta, you know.”

“Yes, but I'm surprised that the Saiyans at the time believed it.” he pointed to the carvings on the rock table.

“What's written? Some spell?” out of the corner of her eye she still saw that sparkle. It came from a broken mirror nearby, set in a rock. Without being able to stop, the legs began to move towards the mirror, and it was like walking on hot coals.

“From what these scriptures say… the goddess Exada was the most dangerous, if not balanced with the other goddesses. She was dangerous but necessary... she helped the Saiyans accompanying them in their danger of heat, the Sacred Fire, watching over them waiting for the chosen mate to join in the mating ritual and appease the Fire. However, if this mate did not show up, then the goddess remained close to the abandoned Saiyan while he crossed the Euphoria.”

The pinch in the scar was no longer a minor nuisance, it was burning now. The dry throat and the almost swollen tongue. He looked at himself on the broken and dirty surface.

“During this phase the Saiyan's blood becomes boiling until it kills the Saiyan. It is written that it is said of warriors who also managed to cross Euphoria, but most died burnt alive from inside, until they became red jasper, the stone symbol of the goddess. These stones were used to protect and increase the strength of the Saiyans in battle. The ritual has been lost, but it seems that the Saiyans had to put one of their hands in here.”

Vegeta put his hand into the hollowed-out empty space.

Goku ran his hand over the dirty mirror.

“It looks just like Nappa's stories.” muttered the Prince. “Although I refuse to think a Saiyan can die because he doesn't fuck. We have self-control and we are stronger than that, right Kakarot?”

Goku was motionless with his eyes wide open, in front of him there was a Saiyan equal to him but for all the gods, it could not be him: that face was desperate and hungry, the shiny black eyes and the soft smile, the wet cheeks of blood and skin full of cuts and burn marks, the neck was covered with a thick red layer that seemed to come out from under the skin.

“Kakarot?”

His heart was racing fast and for a fleeting moment he thought that this time he would not take the blow. He didn't have any future medicine with him.

A scream. That sensation. That call. Even stronger than ever.

Vegeta's strong hand gripped his arm. “Kakarot? What's wrong with you?”

Goku opened his mouth but nothing came out, miming only the name of the other. He groaned in pain in the base of his back and chest, wanting to run away but stumbling and miraculously standing upright. Turning his back to Vegeta this had a full view of his back and beyond.

“Kakarot... your... your tail…”

Walking precariously he leaned against a large boulder, trying to breathe, but all that went into his lungs was flames. A heat that intensified more and more, starting from the lower abdomen and the base of the back.

The words of the oldest Saiyan had not been registered by his brain, until Vegeta's hand touched his arm: then the heat was bearable, pleasant... unknowingly he purred.

The hairy appendix swayed sensually in front of Vegeta's face, Goku looked at him with narrowed eyes and labored breathing. The ki and the scent of the Prince were so good… like a waterfall of rain in the woods after a long day of training.

Vegeta sniffs him and makes a painful grimace, this breaks Goku who feels worried and the Prince can't be sad… he had to make him happy.

With his tail, Goku strokes his cheek, purring more softly.

Vegeta shifted his head to free himself and looked at something at the wall and then at the rock table. “This is possible? No, it can't be…” he whispered to himself. “Kakarot?” he shook him from the shoulder in a stern voice.

“Yeah, Vegeta?” he no longer recognized his own voice, it seemed almost completely covered by the purr.

“Did you touch this mirror?” Goku smiled again and said yes with a small gasp.

The Prince's probing eyes stared at him and he finally sighed. “Okay, listen to me well, it's important.” Goku nodded, he would do anything for Vegeta. “Apparently, and I can't explain why… you entered the Sacred Fire, the heat of the Saiyans. Perhaps having touched the mirror and that rock together, the goddess Exada has answered what is the call for the ritual.”

The Saiyan who grew up on Earth wrinkled his nose, confused by that explanation.

“But it does not matter. We must stop it before Euphoria is activated. It would be a big problem if I became red jasper.”

Was that what the material he had seen on himself through the mirror was called?

“Let's go to the camp, we can do everything there!”

“Do everything ... what?” he managed to muster enough energy to speak.

Vegeta rolled his eyes. “You are in heat, the mating period, what do you think we are going to do?”

Goku looked at his friend and blushed. “Mating?”

“It's okay, Kakarot, I'll take care of it. Everything will be fine. Okay?” a gloved hand caressed his arm and went up to the small wound on his cheek.

“Are you saying…” Goku tried to clear his mind. “Are you saying we're going to make... love?”

“Sex, mating, love, whatever you like, but we don't have time!” Vegeta growled and Goku felt his legs shake.

Was Vegeta offering to sleep with him? Was that a proposal? And why? There was no way that Vegeta wanted it... their relationship had improved over the years but Goku had never hoped for this, to have the Prince's attention- he had never dared hope to get to his heart.

Goku wanted to give in, to abandon himself to that fire and to Vegeta's passion, even if it was only for one night. He would always have the memories! Yet... yet... his heart kept him from acting so selfishly. Vegeta didn't love him, he couldn't love him. So it was a constraint on the older Saiyan… Goku couldn't allow it! While it was strange for Vegeta to do something he didn't want to do, it had to be something very serious.

“Why are you proposing yourself?”

Vegeta crossed his arms across his chest. “We are Saiyans!”

Goku smiled as he wanted to scream inside. “That's all? Is that all we are, the only thing that binds us?”

“In addition to stimulating us to overcome our limits…” shrugged the Prince “Kakarot... even if we are not the only ones it is our duty to help each other on these things. Perhaps with others it would be difficult, a continuous explanation... between the two of us there is no need for words.” he chuckled. “I didn't think I should have talked so much. Usually Saiyans in heat don't want to talk.”

Goku hugged his chest and felt his lips tremble. “Ah, sorry if I don't point my boots to the sky and think about martial arts!”

Vegeta was stunned. “No, of course not… what I suggest is the easiest, painless and quick way. You would have done the same for me, am I right?”

“Yes, but it's different… how can you want me? You never wanted anything from me... nothing, oh Kami... I didn't think your pity could hurt so much!” he covered his face with one hand and put distance between them.

“So... you call the ancient challenge?”

Goku sniffed at him. “What is it about?” he asked looking away.

The words came out of the other as if he were already prepared for this scenario. “It means you can reject your suitor and choose whoever you want. Although I must say that only you could go into heat on a lost planet. I don't think you'll find anyone here unless we find a way out… the heat lasts seven days without mating.” Vegeta clenched his jaw. “Can you teleport?”

After a couple of unsuccessful attempts, Goku denied with his head.

Goku closed his eyes and nodded. “See you in seven days.”

Vegeta clenched his fists. “Very good.”

The body was a brazier, the blood was like lava. He felt dizzy and hot, no longer master of his own body. It was embarrassing not being able to coordinate the feet or hands. Goku had also tried to immerse himself in the water - somehow he had found a river, but it hadn't helped.

The water evaporated on contact with his skin. He could not even fly and his ki fluctuated alarmingly.

Time passed and he did not feel the warmth of the two suns and the cold of the night: naked with only his skin on and a showy dangling erection, he peeped every time something touched him.

The tail seemed to have a mind of its own and in any other way Goku would have been happy to have it back, now all he could think was the frustration and emptiness in his body and mind.

The best moments were when he fainted from the excessive burning in his chest and was awakened by the shaking of his tail whipping the air and his throbbing ass. Goku had chirped when somewhere in him he was awakened to find that it was not water that was dripping between his legs.

His thoughts were clouded and stupid: but it was pathetic to find that everything he dreamed of in this heat was the same as he had done for years. Vegeta.

The face in Goku's mind was enough to make him cum from his cock and squirting with ass, without satisfaction and respite because the erection did not leave him.

On all fours he had reached a cave, small and hidden, praying that it was far enough from Vegeta: he knew that Vegeta would not arrive, that was what Goku wanted... to give the Prince a way to safety. The heat kept him from thinking straight, but Vegeta had never shown any appreciation towards him, why had he set out to help him if not out of pity?

Goku had never cared about shame, how he looked to others... but Vegeta had become so important that he wasn't sure he could hold on for long reading once again a mocking look on the prince's handsome face.

A small voice whispered in his ear. “You deserve to be alone. You deserve Vegeta's contempt, you always have. You're not good enough for him.”

Goku's lids stared at the faded-edged rocks around him.

“Now you know what it feels like to be the object of pity. Do you like it?”

He swallowed and licked his dry lips. Was it the voice asking for help? Why was it talking to him like that now? Goku whimpered, he dared not argue: it was all true.

“Did you think he would love you?” the voice laughed and his tail moved as if to chase it away. “Look at yourself! So stupid and pathetic. Ignorant about Saiyan culture and such a disappointing creature…”

Tears wet his cheeks and Goku hid his face between his forearms, in a fetal position forming a naked, shaking ball, his frightened tail wrapped around his waist.

“Ah, don't you want to look at yourself? You're right. With that big bulky body, your chest has gotten bigger and your butt fatter and you are leaking fluid. And your tail is shaggy and tousled. A really bad show.”

Goku sobbed.

“Did you think Vegeta wanted you? He is the Prince of the Saiyans. He would never mate with someone like you. Have you humiliated him for years and do you even have the courage to love him? You are not even a pretty thing.”

The young Saiyan crawled up to touch one of the walls and tried to hug himself and become small and invisible. He nodded at that voice as he tasted the salt in his mouth.

“And which Saiyan would dare reject Prince Vegeta? Ah, you deserve nothing, you ignoble. Nothing! You're just a third class slut who wanted to take advantage of Vegeta!”

Goku had enough strength to desperately deny with his head while still crying.

“No? You called the ancient challenge, feeling superior to the Prince. Dared to challenge the ancient Goddesses and hope to survive? Ahahah, little shameless. You will find your destiny in the red jasper.”

The trembling breath broke on the hot skin, Goku clenched his eyes and his teeth.

“You will learn to surrender, Kakarot, this time you will.”

Goku squinted, trying to focus on the environment around him. And to clear your mind. Slowly a faded figure took shape… he resembled a burnt boy with hard red skin. A resigned and aware smile. Goku's eyes widened, he was the same boy he had seen in the mirror of the temple of the Goddess Exada. Himself. Was it his future? Would he die on an unknown planet in deadly heat?… The strongest warriors couldn't kill him but his own body did… it was really funny.

Even in those conditions Goku understood the irony.

His legs trembled and his tail waved in the air, swollen and fragrant: so sweet it was sickening. Instinctively he was calling his mate, a plea for help.

Goku smiled: that request for help came from himself. But how could he recognize her when he had never been able to ask for help in his life? The only person to whom he would have shown himself so weak and needy was also the only one who would not have wanted him.

He squeezed his penis, pulling hard and listlessly, knowing that he wasn't getting any gratification. The rubbing was painful and oh gods, so beautiful. His tail touched between the cheeks of his ass, reaching his face, letting him smell a heady and delicious scent. Too hot and sweet. He opened his mouth and the tail entered him and Goku sucked the hairy tip of the liquids, filling his nostrils with his own perfume, mumbling Vegeta's name.

With wet fur, he teased his own wet, pulsating hole, inserting his tail: it was a minimal sting and not enough. He knew that Vegeta's cock would fill him much more and he pushed the appendix into himself with more force, focusing on Vegeta, that wonderful and enveloping scent. He moaned and came, the sperm wet his fingers and the liquid had puddled under him.

He put one of his hands in his mouth and sucked two fingers with glassy eyes and labored breathing. The tail that didn't stop his movements.

The free hand went to the enlarged breasts, teasing the large nipples until the erection never dropped dripped again.

With great effort he got up on his knees, his forearms on the ground while exposing his butt to the air of the cave: the soaked tail that pumped relentlessly and the purr that made his chest vibrate.

He meowed the Prince's name, crying and praying that he would never, ever find him.

Without realizing it he swayed with his hips towards the tail, grunting with the effort and lack of it.

The tail came out with a wet noise and swayed in the wind in a little dance to spread the scent, Goku's fingers went down until they creep past the full cock and heavy balls, grazing the perineum in a shiver, caressing his throbbing and eager hole to be enlarged and filled, opening with the fingers: presenting himself to the mate who would never arrive.

Goku wanted Vegeta so badly and at the same time prayed that he would never see him in those conditions. The internal struggle had as a background noise the dripping of the liquid that produced from the ass and the laughter of that voice that had his own face.

His lungs burned in a desperate attempt to get fresh oxygen, even the tears he shed felt hot and the rubbing of his tail was almost irritating despite being completely wet. His thighs trembled with the pursuit of satisfaction that would not come.

In the distance he heard thunder and the loud crash of rain. Vegeta. Will Vegeta be okay? Concentrating, Goku looked for his friend's ki, finding it not far from their camp. Vegeta was able to get by on his own but it still remained Goku's first thought. The Prince did not have to know. It would have been just the umpteenth humiliation for the other and now Goku knew the shame well and how he must have felt... he had to apologize to Vegeta as soon as possible. The first thing he would do once this Sacred Fire was over or whatever name he had - would be to apologize, and he hoped to be forgiven.

Goku groaned as he called the name of the older Saiyan as he rubbed his tail against his prostate. The small swollen core was so sensitive that stimulating it was painful, just like an erection, but even that pain was pleasant, it was different from just burning.

“Kakarot?”

A little nudge in the head and Goku whimpered with his head buried in his arms. No, not again... even if that voice was right, Goku felt too overwhelmed by the excessive stimulation to even bear the truth.

“Kakarot?”

“I know, I'm disgusting! He will never want me!” he yelled, spreading his legs. “Leave me alone!”

After a moment of silence, that voice again, but with a more confused tone. “He? He who? Kakarot... who did you talk to?”

The chills ran down Goku's back, with the light wind of the rain blowing into the small shelter, giving him a slight inexplicable relief. He was delirious... he was... “Ve... Veget ... is that you?”

“Of course it's me, there is no one else on this planet forgotten by the gods!” growled the Prince wearily. “It's been five days. I felt your ki fluctuate several times.”

“I'm fine.” panted Goku. It wasn't long, he could do it. He smiled. “You're… using our bond. You never did.” more tears flowed and his tongue came out to lick dry lips and taste that salty taste. If Vegeta had gotten to use the link it meant it was almost over.

“I think I understand what triggered your heat, Kakarot. I shouldn't have insisted on letting you into the temple.” Vegeta's voice was distant and thoughtful.

“Don't think about it Vegeta.” Goku chuckled and stuck out his tongue as the tail crushed the prostrate. “Soon I'll be back a-and we can-- fight!”

Vegeta's snarl shook him and let more liquid flow out of the red hole. “I'm not interested in fighting. I'm thinking of something else. "

“Are... are you angry?”

Vegeta was often angry but Goku didn't like him being sad or nervous about something. But he was bad at consoling.

“Yes. With you. With- ah, fuck it!” the hissed curse went straight to the dick, “Now I understand how you've felt all these years, Kakarot... I didn't think your refusal hurt that much. Honestly-” Vegeta chuckled. “I didn't think you were going to reject me.”

“… You don't want me Vegeta, it's just the heat. It will pass... and... and everything will be as before.” he closed his eyes swaying with his hips.

“I've been thinking about you these days, Kakarot... your warm skin, your eyes, in the Sacred Fire.”

this voice sounded like a whisper close to the ear, with that beautiful hoarse voice.

“I'm repugnant, Vegeta.” Goku answered with a sad little smile, ashamed to feel aroused by Vegeta's words.

“You're dripping with all your lube... calling a potential mate... calling me.”

“I... yes, sorry... I'm so sorry…”

“Your tail must be so swollen and scented... and your slick must be delicious.”

“No… yes…”

“Are you fucking yourself, Kakarot? Poor little creature... you don't find satisfaction...”

Goku imagined the grin of the handsome Prince and came with a strong rush, tightening the muscles around the hairy appendix. Moaning and swaying for more.

The younger Saiyan breathed heavily. "I will not give up ..."

“Stubborn to the end...” Vegeta sighed. “I didn't think you'd rather become a stone… yet you want me. Your eyes, your body language and your actions… for the ancient goddesses, Kakarot, do you think I'm blind?”

"I'm sorry... I... I thought I had no hope." he cried, picking up the pace of his tail, biting his tongue and moaning, Vegeta could hear it and he didn't care, maybe so Vegeta would be convinced to leave him alone, that he wasn't worth it. “Why would the Prince of All Saiyans have to look at me?” he smiled silently crying.

“Kakarot! I've been thinking about you for years! This is not the first time that I masturbate fantasizing about you!”

Goku's movements froze. Vegeta did what? It was… torture! A background voice in his mind was laughing, telling him that he could never meet Vegeta's expectations.

“I can't… I can't do this to you, Vegeta. I can do it alone. I promise you I will not give up.” he clenched his jaw, pumping faster and touching the hard shaft, wetting the damp and dirty ground more.

“I'm not telling you to give up, it's not yet another battle and you don't have to face it alone. I can help you, if you just let me, damn it!”

Goku shook his head, feeling his neck suddenly itch. “Ah, Ve- Vegeta - oh, what ... my neck ... hurts!”

A soaring ki.

“Stay where you are, Vegeta, please!” Goku meowed as he pleaded with him.

“And let yourself be transformed into red jasper? Never!”

Gathering enough energy, Goku chuckled trying to lighten the mood. "You'll find someone to train with."

“What did I just say?”

Goku's conscience drifted, the pain in his neck was throbbing, like living flesh immersed in lava: his body could not stand the flow of blood for long and was about to give way, allowing the fire to burn him and change his skin.

“Kakarot? Kakarot, listen to my voice!”

Goku whispered the Prince's name with small purrs.

“I've waited too long, letting you go your own way, idiot!” Vegeta growled. “You have survived to this day thanks to your strength and because you are under the protection of Ayna, the water goddess. She made it rain to ease your pain, but now you are in Exada's hands. I can take you in my arms, Kakarot, you just have to give me permission.”

Goku was almost sure that the electricity that kept him awake from the pain was Vegeta's ki, furious and barely held back. He nodded his head.

“Hate me, Vegeta?”

“I don't hate you.” the Prince's voice was slightly softer.

“Do you think I'm... weak?” he murmured the last word out of fear of the anger of the other. “Will I still be able to be by your side even will I disgust you?”

“Oh, Kakarot... what did the Mirror tell you?” muttered other than Goku didn't understand. “You are not weak and I will never be disgusted by you. I'm coming to you.”

Each atom in Goku's body vibrated and crawled to the farthest part of the cave, forming a ball and hugging his knees tight to his chest, weeping for the shape of the tail still inside him and the sensitive, bruised penis squeezed between his stomach muscles. The thighs brushing the enlarged nipples.

He could purr to the sweetness that came from Vegeta, but it was so... strange, the care and being the center of his friend's meticulous attention. He would remain silent, trying to undo the ki and praying not to be found, even though it was difficult... the pain in his neck was increasing at a frightening rate and he began to wonder if Vegeta would want it even without the ability to leave that nice bite on the neck…

A light breeze brought by the rain, together with the best perfume he had ever smelled: water, the essence of life.

Shyly, Goku dared to look and at the entrance to the cave in that little safe place was Vegeta. The figure was trembling at his clouded sight.

Was it a joke of that voice that kept giggling in his mind?

A little caress across the link made him sigh. It was Vegeta. A noise he couldn't recognize and then the Prince's cool body was next to him, a gloved hand inches from his skin: he was almost terrified by the mere touch of him.

“Kakarot?”

Vegeta's voice did not come from the bond. Goku smiled sadly. “Is it really you, 'Geta?”

The gloved hand lifted up to the face of the younger Saiyan and slowly Goku stretched his neck, touching the fabric of the gloves with his warm cheek. The relief was so immediate that he closed his eyes with a sigh.

“If you want me, yes, it's me.”

Goku bit his bottom lip looking at the ground. Two of his fingers began to gently caress his skin from cheek to jaw in a little dance.

“The goddesses have shown us the way, because we are already destined. But what's really important to me is what you want, Kakarot. What do you want?”

How could Vegeta be like this after his behavior? Goku had been a bad rival, a half-hearted Saiyan, indifferent and selfish, and had forced Vegeta's friendship for years. For years they had been training partners and Goku was happy, he could spend time with Vegeta, it worked… until his stupid heart got in the way and his chest started aching for more. Instead of being grateful that Vegeta tolerated him, he was so hungry for the Prince's attention that he came to behave childishly. Vegeta's anger was better than his indifference, Goku had always told himself.

“Don't ask me this question…” he whispered, blushing with an ironic smile and trembling from the scent and proximity of the other body, realizing that he could only be safe in those arms.

“Tilt your head, let me see your neck.” it was a disguised small-demand order.

Goku moaned: oh, he wanted so badly to show his neck to Vegeta, to submit...

“I want to see how the transformation process is.” the Prince specified, but to both of them it seemed half truth.

Goku slowly presented his neck, his gaze fixed on the royal face. Vegeta's nostrils fluttered, catching the wet, needy scent.

“You already have red veins…” Vegeta sighed, running with his eyes in several places to analyze the situation. “But you have been so strong... resisting all this time.” a finger traced a red path and the swollen tail pushed back into the hole, causing him to wiggle his hips and moan weakly.

“This is until death, Kakarot… but you have a choice. You can tear down a wall one more time…” Vegeta grinned with sinful lips. “Or we can show these goddesses our strength. How two Saiyans can love... something they have never seen before.”

Unintentionally, Goku's body approached Vegeta's, fascinated by dark, glittering eyes. He licked his lips attracted by that little light that he had glimpsed in the other only in the most ferocious battles. He purred and this transformed the features of the Prince, which became almost those of a predator. The sight alone made Goku pant up to his lower abdomen and his tail pumped deeper under those fingers that brushed his neck and collarbone.

“Lo… love? Can we make love?”

Vegeta giggled with his canines in plain sight. "All that you want." and he showed an object that Goku hadn't noticed, something told him that he must know it: it looked like a ring, but it was too big for his finger. And his mind wasn't very present, he just clung to Vegeta, he could be safe with him. He trusted Vegeta.

“This is a ceremonial ring. I did it for you... it means that you are my chosen one.” one more caress on his face. “If you accept me as your mate, I'll put this on your pretty tail. And everyone will know that you are my mate. My Euphoria.”

Goku swallowed, dazzled by all that information.

“You... you can't…” he stammered and was afraid to look the older Saiyan in the face. “You can't be so sweet and loving to me…”

“You deserve it more than anyone…” somehow those words came out of Vegeta's mouth as if he was used to repeating them all the time.

“Come here, smelling of rain and the best things in the world and...” some tears came back to wet his face. “I would like to love you but I don't know how to do it right. I can't make you love me. It's not right. I… I…” he sobbed as he blushed. “You speak of sacred things and I am here in front of you, with the tail that continues... my tail...”

Vegeta chuckled and the sound went to Goku's loins, passing through his chest. “And what makes you think I don't like what I see?” he moved, positioning himself on his knees, without touching him more. “You're beautiful, Kakarot… seeing how you give yourself pleasure makes me want to give you even more. To step forward before someone else comes and steals your heart.”

Goku's gaze moved from the ceremonial ring to the royal face. Concentrating and panting, he pulled the hairy appendage out of his body. “Does this mean I'm yours?”

“Yes. Always.” Vegeta answered solemnly.

The swollen, soggy tail was under the elder's nose, whose shoulders became stiff under the blue spandex.

Maybe he would become red jasper. Or he would survive and everything would be as it was before. It was just the Sacred Fire. Just the Euphoria. And just for once Goku wanted to be something more for Vegeta, his Euphoria.

Goku's lips quivered to keep a shy smile. “Yes, please... can... con I be your partner?” it was a beautiful dream and Goku would have been happy if he had been the son of that madness, maybe he was already dead and this was the ancestral afterlife ...

Vegeta's eyes widened and his mouth narrowed until he showed his fangs again and his eyes were completely captured by the predatory light.

“My chosen one. My mate. My Euphoria.”

he ceremonial ring touched the wet fur and Goku shivered, feeling a pleasant sensation of freshness starting from the base of the tail and climbing on his back, arrived at the neck he moaned in a surprised gasp with the open and empty hole that splashed more slick: his body he was now fully aware that he had a mate.

He watched the ring slip up just before the base, he smiled dreamily, purring. Happy waving her tail with the new sparkling jewel. A few wet drops went to Vegeta's chest and face.

“I'm sorry…” he murmured softly, it wasn't his intention. But Vegeta was calm, perhaps more relaxed than ever. “Can I clean you?”

A dark eyebrow raised towards the broad forehead.

Goku crawled on all fours and licked his lips. Vegeta grinned and nodded, remaining still while he licked his own lubricant off the cheek and nose of the other. He rubbed their cheeks together in an act of courage, continuing to purr down his neck: that nice fresh muscular neck that smelled of the same life as him. He filled it with dry kisses and little licks. His mind floated and wanted to wrap around Vegeta, let him know how grateful he was for respecting him and coming to him. For all those good things he had said.

A hand went to his messy hair, a light touch without sinking into the scalp and Goku sighed with his heart swollen with love.

“Tell me if you like what I do…” he murmured softly, his fingers hesitating in contact with the Prince's body. “I do not want to disappoint you.” he was starting to be difficult to talk to and he couldn't give up now, he had to prove to Vegeta that he could be a good companion! He forced his tail to hide between his legs, but Vegeta's hand reached the base of his fur, gently caressing the attachment up to the ceremonial ring.

“I've been craving you for years, Kakarot.” his voice was no longer composed and orderly, like everything in Vegeta, it was now hoarse and growling. “You blessed me by allowing me to perfume with water, as your salvation. But you smell to me like the thickest and hottest honey there is…” the palm of that hand rose on his back, the muscles bending at his will. “Allow me to savor your nectar in every inch of your body, Kakarot.”

Goku bit his bottom lip, wincing softly as his big chest was cupped and massaged gently.

“Mh…” Goku hid his face around Vegeta's neck who seemed to enjoy playing with his breasts.

The Prince's lips were on his forehead. “Your boobs are so swollen and heavy... did you touch yourself here too?” Vegeta pinched his nipple and his tail waved, releasing more perfume into the air.

“I'm sorry!” he kissed the skin on his shoulder wanting to become small and disappear.

“Ssh, it's okay... do you want to show me playing with your nipples?”

Unfortunately that request made him show his canines and scratch at Vegeta's skin, who growled as he moved his hips forward. Goku wanted to apologize, it was not his intention to dare so much, but the attention was all for the groin of his mate, trapped in the spandex pulled to the limit. He realized he was drooling and closed his mouth, trying to stay alert to enjoy the unique opportunity that had happened to him.

With one hand on Vegeta's knee, Goku shifted to be between the older Saiyan's legs, dipping his face into the shape of the cock. The scent of excitement made him moan and squirt, imagining Vegeta's tail clutching his own.

Feeling the hard texture he purred and Vegeta giggled, dark and dangerous. Goku opened his mouth and grabbed the erection, wetting it with his tongue. Vegeta's hands ran smoothly over the nape of his neck with slow, encouraging thrusts.

Goku lifted his head, his eyes watery and pleading. "Can I suck you?"

Vegeta's fingers grabbed his chin, watching the gaping bond at the thousand obscenities in his mind, making him blush.

“You don't want this only, Kakarot. Tell me what you want, I can make everything come true, you just have to tell me.” whispered the eldest. “I need to hear what you want.”

“Do with me whatever you want.”

Vegeta's expression was perplexed and suspicious. “I am here for you, Kakarot, to help you through this. You have the right of way, your pleasure is mine.”

The Saiyan who grew up on Earth wanted to cry for happiness, but was not sure if he deserved that affection and care. It was difficult to keep his body and neck pain at bay: Vegeta's presence calmed him and took the excitement to another level.

Thoughts were everywhere and Goku didn't have enough control to erase them. Vegeta collected some images and words that the image in the Mirror had said, his gloved hands guided him, helping him to sit down. His skin tingled wherever he was touched.

Goku realized he would gladly die in those arms, under that sweetness.

Their foreheads touched and the perfumes intertwined.

“Vegeta… are you… are you sure? I’m not a good mate. You can go away at any time.”

“Nothing will happen to you, not as long as I have life." a kiss on the cheek, a light pressure. “I will take care of you."

Tears began to return to the younger man's cheeks. “Will you mark me as yours and... will you kiss me?”

Vegeta's canines sparkled. “Yes!”

“Hahaha, you are such a pathetic! A shameful Saiyan!”

Goku's shoulders were shaking and Vegeta growled, hugging him. The closeness and free access to the link destined to become a complete bond had allowed Vegeta to hear every word. "Don't listen to it.”

"What if the Mirror is right?" Goku whispered faintly, sobbing. “I should be the one protecting, I should be taking care of you! How can I be the Prince's mate if I am weak? "

Vegeta had started to caress his back, giving small touches to the base of the tail that had started to release the scent of a troubled and frightened Saiyan at the prospect of abandonment by his Chosen One.

“If I let myself be protected by you... does that make me weak?” Vegeta asked calmly.

Goku denied with his head, rubbing his nose and lips on the cheeks of the other. “No... no no no! It's not you, it's me!”

“It's the same thing.” Vegeta smiled slightly, allowing him those cuddles.

“No... it's not the same thing…”

Without Saiyan-amplified hearing, Vegeta would not have been able to hear him, Goku himself was not sure he had spoken.

“I chose you, even before the Goddesses and your heat. I want to love you, I want to make you feel loved.”

Vegeta will get tired of him and Goku would have just waited for that moment. His chest ached at the very thought. But… he could have this moment forever in his mind, even over the mocking laughter of the Mirror.

“I can do that...” Goku bit his lower lip, visually nervous, concentrating on the extra weight of the ceremonial ring. “You'll tell me if I'm wrong, right?”

Vegeta brushed their lips together and Goku let out a sweet purr as he felt the cool body approach.

“You just have to make yourself loved. I will put out this fire that hurts you and that noise that torments you.”

The determination in Vegeta's voice gave him enough courage to nod. With shaking hands he went to the blue combat suit, being pinned down and lifted smoothly and made to lie down. Slowly Vegeta lowered him to the ground, running all over his back, buttocks and the back of his thighs. His purring increased and he spread his legs to make room for his partner, causing Vegeta to growl loudly. Under that hungry gaze he felt himself ignited again by something stronger than the Sacred Fire.

“What do you want, my mate?”

“You…” Goku immediately answered, mesmerized by the older Saiyan. “…your bite.”

Vegeta descended on him, the spandex in contact with the skin made him moan and want so much more.

“Do you want me to mark you as mine?” gloated Vegeta in a sinful whisper, canines grazing on his neck in tension with the jasper-red veins. “You'll go around showing everyone that you belong to me.”

Goku's cock contracted on his lower abdomen, gripped by Vegeta's hands in a light squeeze. He nodded in a small squeak with his tongue licking the jasper-red veins.

“The bite will scream at everyone that you are mine. You, such a powerful warrior... ascended to an angel ... all mine. “

“Only yours…” Goku whispered as his sharp teeth planted themselves in the hot flesh, cracking it and sucking hard. He opened his mouth but no noise came out, his head was spinning and he felt light: the spot where Vegeta had bitten was fresh and the sensation of him began to spread throughout his body like bursts of ki. He lifted his legs to the ceiling and came, splashing across his chest and blue spandex. The wet, forgotten hole that twitched in the wind, desperate to be really filled.

The lips that moved in a silent prayer forming the name of the mate.

Vegeta continued to milk his cock in light flicks of the wrist as he sucked: their breaths were one, their heartbeat became one.

Vegeta got up and settled between his legs, looking at him with a smile and Goku reciprocated with a watery, purring smile. “Look at you…” the Prince murmured in a baritone voice, a finger played with a straight nipple. “Your body is just waiting for my order… these big tits vibrate for me and your cock fills with my gaze… how hard will you hold me when I'm inside you, Kakarot? How much do you want me?” with a thrust of the kidneys, he slapped Goku's ass with his groin still covered, but the spandex fabric was darker and damp with impatience.

Feeling the hardness and thickness push, Goku groaned and spread his fat cheeks with his hands.

“I want you, my Prince… I want you so much… please please claim me! Fill me up!” his tail danced swollen and shyly gave a caress to Vegeta's chest, at the height of his heart.

The older Saiyan's nostrils flared and he growled, licking his lips still stained with his blood. “My sweet Kakarot... your honey scent makes me lose my mind.” Vegeta quickly took off his tight blue suit and gloves, finally getting naked on top of Goku who took a few seconds to admire him.

Goku bit his lip as he looked at that wonderful sculpture full of defined, lean muscles, which packed so much power. Hands that were worshiping him and a mouth that could devour him.

Vegeta's predatory eyes were all from the mess in his legs. A finger was playing around the red opening. Goku shuddered and gasped, calling his mate over and over again, touching his big chest with his knees.

After touching the back of his hand, Vegeta reached down and licked his perineum and went down, touching his gasping hole: Goku's body was full of shivers and trembled as Vegeta dribbled saliva and dipped his tongue inside him.

“Oh, Vegeta…” he didn't recognize his own life, needy and drawling. That tongue was thrusting and he heard Vegeta chuckle as two already wet fingers were added, spreading it out more. Struggling to keep his eyes open even though all he could see was a blurry version of the cave ceiling. He gave up and closed her eyes, sticking his tongue out, imagining Vegeta's big cock inside him. And Vegeta was preparing it. He was doing it ... with his fingers and his tongue. Goku's ki floated out of control, he only felt a pleasant sensation he had never felt before, a warmth different from what he had suffered in the last few days. And all thanks to Vegeta.

The tips of the fingers rotated on the prostate with gentleness and the tongue had risen again on the perineum and the balls, the fingers became three and inside him the space became wider. Tightening his muscles and moaning, he squirted on Vegeta's face and cums on his stomach.

Vegeta grinned and did not stop, he bit the inner thigh and inclined his fingers into a hook, continuing to take the turn for a small bundle of nerves.

Goku waved his arms bringing them over his head and clawing at the rocky ground beneath him, his toes twitching, his chest heaving and he couldn't stop calling his Prince.

His whole body was attracted to Vegeta, going to the rhythm of those blessed hands and tongue, completely at the mercy of his partner, trying to keep everything inside himself.

He bit his swollen lips and meowed as he felt those fingers open and close and twirl. He was about to beg Vegeta to continue, please don't stop, when Vegeta's fingers reached behind the perineum and Goku saw the stars.

The limbs tingled and he lifted his pelvis moving in the direction of those three single fingers. Somewhere he came again and again, squirting on his mate's face.

He blinked and swallowed, looking at his partner between his legs. Vegeta was gently massaging his creamy thighs, one of his hands was wet and Goku groaned. Vegeta growled, but didn't stop caring for him, to keep him focused on him.

The swollen tail went to embrace Vegeta's arm, who gave is several sweet caresses. The Prince's gaze was so full of love that Goku could fly, even if he didn't think he could move a single muscle.

“I wonder how I lived without you all these years…”

Goku smiled and sighed. “I've always been yours... always.”

“Are you ready for me?”

The shape of the big, hot flesh pressed against the crack in his ass and Goku felt he could drool again. He purred, looking dreamily at his mate. He meowed and Vegeta giggled like a devil.

“Yes please yes... my mate, my Prince... my oh-” the thick tip touched the sloppy, needy hole, starting to make its way. Vegeta had a grip on his hips and Goku let him have total mastery of every movement. He wanted him immediately, he wanted him strong, powerful and he wanted him slow and sweet. He couldn't choose… he would love whatever Vegeta chose.

The tip of Vegeta's cock was completely inside, and Goku was lost and in love with Vegeta's face: the slight sweat on his face, his dilated nostrils and his teeth biting hard on his lips.

The younger smiled filling him with purr. He opened his mouth to tell him how much he loved him, and Vegeta moved his hips, plunging into him even more, unleashing a welcome pain that made him tremble from head to toe.

A circular motion and Goku whimpered, Vegeta tried to enter more than halfway but froze.

Goku was enjoying the feeling of fullness, so different from his fingers and his own tail. He wiggled his hips and squirted again, wetting his partner's lower abdomen.

“Easy, Kakarot…” Vegeta whispered. “You’re still too tight for me, I want to do it slowly.”

Goku was confused, he swayed again causing a growl from the Prince who experienced a little push: Goku's eyes widened and groaned in pain.

“I have to get out.” Vegeta muttered worriedly and feeling that flesh come out of him sent him into a panic.

Vegeta was leaving him? In the distance he could hear the Mirror's voice laughing at him.

“No! Please go on!” Goku was starting to cry like the other days, he was shaking and his tail was retreating around his waist. “I can take it, I'll be good I promise you! Go deeper, I want it I want you Vegeta!” the tears were bathing the red cheeks of embarrassment and shame. “Please… I can do it! No matter if it hurts! Take me!”

Vegeta's sigh destabilized him, and a finger came to brush his chin and run along his lips. He opened them, feeling a warm bubble through their newly blossomed bond. The mating bite that throbbed and it was all so reassuring as Vegeta's finger entered his mouth.

“Suck, my sweet Kakarot, slowly.” the Prince encouraged him and Goku obeyed spontaneously, sucking his fingertip, fluttering his long black lashes, heavy breathing and small wet gasps.

“That's it…” Vegeta's voice was a hoarse purr whisper that made him feel safe. “Shhh, it's okay, Kakarot… I'm here. You're good, such a good mate for me... you did everything right. You prepared yourself for me and your smell is so delicious…”

The cheeks of the younger Saiyan turn red with embarrassment and he closed his eyes.

Lips come down to kiss his cheeks, many small sweet dry kisses that fell like little blessing drops. And Goku kept sucking on that finger because it was so reassuring and calming, along with Vegeta's presence in his own head, the wound in his neck, his partner's cool body on top of him and half of that big cock inside him.

“Breathe for me, sweet Kakarot, slow, deep breaths through your nose.”

Goku didn't answer with his voice or his head, he just followed the instructions. Vegeta's other hand stroked him in small circles beside him, under the swollen tail, brushing it without frightening it.

“You're so tight and hot…” Vegeta's jaw clenched, growling softly and Goku purred, he loved the way Vegeta made that sound. “I know you can take it, but I won't hurt you… I'll just give you pleasure.”

When he was completely out Goku got agitated again, Vegeta caressed his chin with his thumb. “It's okay, sweet baby, it's okay…” Goku nodded and sucked back, whimpering in loss and burning.

With his free hand, Vegeta grabbed the base and rested his cock on the wet hole, moving his hips slightly, then Goku felt it on the inside of his thighs.

“You're so wet... if only I could see you…” Vegeta whispered with a rapt gaze from that vision. “Your sloppy little hole is begging me, and you squirted so much you're almost knee-deep wet and puddled underneath, your whole fat ass is soaking wet.” the devil's grin returned and Goku felt himself squirm beneath him. He sucked with transport on his finger which began to move in and out of his mouth and he played with the tongue around his fingertip.

Vegeta chuckled with satisfaction. “Such a sweet and obedient companion. You are, aren't you?”

Goku groaned and purred.

“All open under me… because you chose me as your companion, little baby. All you understand is that I am with you, that you are safe… I will take care of you and your needy and wet body.”

The heavy cock moved again, touching his balls and making him wince the abandoned cock on his belly that cried a few more drops.

“Wet me, Kakarot, squirt on my dick.”

The predatory gaze, the slight growl and the possessive and command tone. Goku gave in before he even knew it. More slick came out of its hole, again and again, dripping in large drops to the floor.

n a perverse caress from the bottom towards the other Vegeta had collected all the slick with his cock.

Goku groaned around his finger, muttering his partner's name.

“Such a good boy.” Vegeta cooed as he still ran his member over every wet inch on him he met. With one hand he picked up what little he had escaped and spread it over his cock with a flick of the wrist.

Goku was about to explode, his thighs were shaking and he could no longer feel his toes. His throat was dry and throbbing with his heart beating at a crazy rate. In desperation he sent prayers and supplications into their brilliant bond.

Vegeta chuckled. “That's it, Kakarot, this cock is all for you.”

The tip returned to rest on the panting hole, the slight sting as he passed the chapel and Goku sucked in as much flesh as possible. Vegeta took a deep breath and continued slowly, opening it in a lazy pelvis movement.

In and out, touching him in places he didn't even know he had. Every time he went out he groaned in fear of loss and when he came back he panted with pleasure and reassurance.

Each time Vegeta rubbed his entire length against his prostate and Goku felt himself being carried up to the clouds, with his eyes glued all the time to those of his wonderful Prince.

Vegeta jerked forward and Goku moaned loudly. “Oh fuuuck!” again and again, harder and harder and his back scratched the floor, the younger Saiyan threw his head back releasing his mouth from his finger. “Yes, there- oh, yes yes… like this! Like this! I'm yours, please, only yours! Oh my Prince more more more!”

“Who do you belong to?” Vegeta growled, grabbing his chin and forcing her to look at him. Goku hugged his cock for the regal expression on his face.

“You! Yours! I belong only to you, my Prince!” he gasped when the angle of that beautiful cock changed, hitting the prostate with an insistent rhythm: Goku grabbed his chest with both hands, palpating the abundant and tender flesh, threw his head back, his eyes watering and his breathing heavy. “It's… it's so good to have you inside me- oh fuck give me some more, please! I want it yes yes gimme more please!”

A hand of Vegeta landed on his breast and Goku laced their fingers together. Without strength, he let Vegeta raise both arms, going over his head. The moment he descended on him, the member wedged between their abdominals in an excruciating rubbing, the Prince's breath on his face.

Goku opened his mouth by sticking out his tongue and Vegeta caught it between his lips, sucking it.

He whimpered with every snap of the elder's hips and purred hard under that pressure. That power.

Goku raised his neck and kissed his Prince. Intertwining their wrists with the scented tail.

“Ve- Vegeta- I love you! I love you!” he sobbed at the rhythm imposed by the other, brushing their lips together, talking softly as if it were an unconfessable secret. “Please come inside me, don't stop until I'm- oooh, yeah yeah, until I'm full of you- I'm begging you, Vegeta! I need it!”

“Hold me, my Euphoria…” Vegeta roared and Goku obeyed, working his internal muscles to lock the big cock inside him, almost cried from the mounting pain from the blows and loved every second of it.

“Cum, Vegeta, pump your cum inside me!” he prayed on his lips. “I'm yours, my mate, my Prince, yours alone!”

Vegeta thumped him hard, pinning him to the floor and cracking the rock and Goku groaned and gasped.

The bond exploded and finally, finally, the sensation of a cold stream filled him up to his bowels, giving him the best chills and making his heart go into his throat. He hugged the Prince by the shoulders, digging his nails into his flesh and biting him hard on the neck. The limp, shaking legs were lifted only by Vegeta's weight.

Goku licked the mating bite, purring and feeling so proud to have a companion like the Prince. Vegeta rolled his hips and he meowed.

Very slowly, the older Saiyan stood up and Goku wanted to cry for joy to see that relaxed, serene and satisfied face. Vegeta watches him, checking every piece of him as if to make sure he was okay and Goku blushed.

The royal's hands ran to the back of his thighs, gently touching the tense muscles, accompanying his feet to the floor. One leg fell completely to the ground and Goku snorted as he moved. Vegeta came to massage around the dilated hole, slipping off and observing how that fat ass still tried to milk it.

Vegeta's little growl when a little "pop" echoed from the hole made Goku moan.

“I've come so long... you can't keep it inside.”

With curiosity Goku put a hand between his legs, finally feeling: he was completely wet. It was… so hot. Vegeta's sperm was so thick and different from its own liquid and fresh in contact with the skin, like fresh water from a stream, it picked up that substance and brought it to his mouth, licking his fingers under Vegeta's hungry and predatory gaze.

The flavor was spicy and Goku could get addicted to it. The royal showed the canines and more sperm came out of the hole.

“You're so good Vegeta… can I have some more? Please…” with trembling hands he helped himself to keep himself open: one palm on his sweaty thigh, pushed against one breast and with the other the used, red and wet hole widened. “Claim me again and again, my Prince... I beg you…”

In the bond an explosion of ki broke out and Vegeta roared, a noise that came straight from the smaller chest and Goku purred, lifting his ass and introducing himself again to his partner.

The greedy hands of the Prince grabbed him and turned on his stomach, Goku moaned happily and making himself move as Vegeta wished, in the haze of heat and pleasure, the pressure of his fingertips and the sting of the scratches on his hips were an anchor to reality.

Goku bit his lip still feeling the tip of that big cock. He was so wet… yet he hurt. His body adjusted to the circumference of the flesh and Vegeta hugged him, caressing his belly, and Goku leaned on his elbows looking over his swollen breasts: Vegeta's hand rested where his cock was across his stomach. The thought caused Goku's every muscle to contract, squirting on Vegeta's cock and moaning a prayer.

“Yes, everything ... I want you everything, Vegeta... give me everything!” he licked his lips as the saliva ran down to his chin.

The Prince's muscular chest was pressed to his back and a kiss came on his tear-wet cheek. “I'm here, sweet creature, all yours… inside you. You're a handsome and strong mate, my Kakarot.” Goku showed his neck more and immediately the sharp canines sank into the bleeding flesh. Holding him still while he fucked him and Goku clung to his Prince with his tail around the muscular arm that was on his belly and with his whole heart.

Vegeta stood up, taking him with him and Goku was just clay in his hands, his knees opened more and gravity did the rest, impaling him to the dick root: his contracted penis jumped and shot into the air, panting weakly with a small smile.

Goku's cheek touched the wet ground again, arching to meet his beautiful Prince, massaging him with his muscles and producing a lot of vibrating purr. The tail that danced on the body of the mate, covering him with his scent of honey.

“You want my cock, Kakarot?” Vegeta growled hoarsely in his ear. “Do you want my big cock to mess up your plump and smooth hole?”

Goku smiled with soft lips. “Yes, I beg you! Deeper! Cum! nhsìsì- right there oh fuck yeah!”

He arched his hips, pushing back, wanting more of everything but most of all for Vegeta to hold him tight.

Goku let himself be enveloped by Vegeta, by his scent of rain and by his body.

In the lust and perdition of heat, Vegeta was the only certainty, the only safety.

Goku woke up with the pleasant and calm feeling of being surrounded by water. The two suns were not beating on the head but in the distance through closed eyelids, he could tell it was sunset. Or dawn.

The river was a blessing for his tired limbs, he shivered in the fresh air and a couple of arms grabbed him and he was pressed against a warm and muscular chest.

He tried to stay awake, to become alert again, but a small reassuring growl reached his ears and he grunted, leaning completely against that body.

After what seemed like a finite time when those hands gently touched him everywhere and rubbed with something fragrant, he felt lifted and held in his arms.

Goku let himself be lulled into that torpor, convinced that he was dreaming: he had died from the heat and now he was in heaven. It was all a crazy dream. But to the ancient goddesses… it had been beautiful. He smiled faintly and sighed, hugging that Vegeta projection.

The smell of sex and food and a warm and familiar place invaded his senses and he was placed on the ground on something soft. Finally Goku opened his eyes: he was in the cave, with the objects that he and Vegeta had brought for the interplanetary journey and he was... on the fur.

Vegeta came back before him like a beautiful vision. The tail danced in the air and Goku looked up at him with a sweet smile. With slow and careful movements, the Prince dried him, when Goku started to take the towel to return his favor, Vegeta shook his head and took back the damp cloth.

Goku didn't protest even though his chest was heaving. He timidly peered into the bond and felt it pulled and flustered. He sent a bubble of love, expecting a burst of anger from the older Saiyan, but Vegeta gave no sign of having felt the love or ... that he cared about the bond and his love of him.

Vegeta wrapped him with another blanket and went away to get dressed in a new combat uniform.

There were some sounds in the cave and others of nature came from outside. Vegeta's actions were calm and silent… a suffocating knot formed in Goku's throat. The neck. He touched above his collarbone, no stinging or streaking. He was safe. And the mating bite marks no longer bleed.

Goku dared not look at anything but his own feet. He hugged his fur and blanket and gathered all his famous courage just to whisper a few useless letters.

“Forgive me.”

Vegeta didn't answer, continuing to fiddle with the fire.

Goku's tail no longer swollen went around his waist in a clear sign of discomfort and fear, noticing the ceremonial ring. Its significance coupled with the events of the last days hit him like a blast of ki across the face.

In the midst of the heat he had not had the opportunity to see well the object that now adorned the hairy appendix, recognizing the two stones he had found for himself and wondering where Vegeta had taken them.

The delicious smell of the food reached his nose and woke his stomach which emitted a hungry growl. Through his long lashes he controlled Vegeta, busy cooking.

He was just wondering if it was more respectful to get out of there, to set free the friend who surely wanted to be left alone, and Goku thought that Vegeta deserved some time to himself.

He was about to test the strength in his own legs when Vegeta's footsteps reached him: various plates were placed at his feet with plenty of food on top of them, and Goku knew that Vegeta had not only used their supplies from the Capsule Corps. but he had also gone hunting.

He didn't know how Vegeta wanted him to react and didn't want to make him angry again: he licked his dry lips and smiled again at the Prince.

"Eat, you need to regain your strength." Vegeta probed him around the neck and Goku blushed again. Maybe Vegeta was just looking for the most Saiyan way to tell him they had to fix the bite, the mistake. The bond was frightened by the idea but Goku silenced it.

Vegeta looked at him confused and wary as usual, frowning.

Goku giggled stupidly and ran a hand to the back of his neck. “Yes, Thank you. I'll cook on the next round.”

“Don't think about it now, just eat!” Vegeta pushed the plates towards him again. “The heat had reached Euphoria, you have slight signs of veining near your neck, but they should disappear within a few days... the next time you want to do some suicidal stunts, forget that I will let you go without batting an eyelid!” the Prince growled aloud, watching his face.

Goku immediately took one of the plates but brought nothing to his mouth, he simply looked at those delicious dishes and took a deep breath. “And... the mating bite?”

“Mh? It's there. Where I bit you. Where you bit me!”

Goku widened his eyes and frantically checked his friend's neck: a conspicuous sign of hungry and selfish teeth showed off on the Prince's beautiful skin.

“I- I didn't think... forgive me, Vegeta!” he hastened to say, wanting to hug him but stopped in time, rubbing his fingers between them. “I wasn't myself and… and that's no excuse. Can you… can you accept my apologies? I understand your anger, you must be angry because I was a fool and you never wanted all of that.”

Despite the outburst, Vegeta's face didn't show any frown he used to give him before screaming how idiotic he was. And Goku shivered. This was much worse... he no longer had anger, but indifference.

Goku gritted his teeth hiding his face with his hands. “All because of my stupid biology…”

Vegeta sighed with a grin and took his face in her hands, lifting it up and looking into his eyes. The same thing was happening in the bond, Vegeta's part had stretched to where Goku's had gone to curl up, to hug him.

“It was unexpected and I never wanted you to suffer like that.” Vegeta started talking. “The only stupid thing was waiting for you to be in danger of your life due to an ancient forgotten ritual. I have long realized how I feel about you. I just wished the moment was different.”

Goku nodded with watering eyes and Vegeta's fingers bathed in salt water.

The Prince came up and kissed his cheeks, wiping away the tears, the arms surrounding him and drawing to his chest. He could hear him breathe his own scent.

“It's okay, 'Geta.” hesitantly he returned the hug, perhaps he dared too much but he would have enjoyed every moment of that warmth. “I'm sorry you had to see me like that. We can forget everything if you want.” the heart was bleeding and the bond screamed, but Goku silenced them, “You've stopped the noise in my mind, Vegeta… that means everything to me. I will always be grateful to you.”

That voice asking for help was his own and he still couldn't think about it correctly without running the other way, but it wasn't Vegeta's problem. The Mirror had only made it clearer what he thought about himself. But now that he knew it he could find a way to fight and tear down yet another wall.

“I can't forget, Kakarot.” Vegeta rubbed their noses together and the small gesture made Goku purr. Vegeta giggled and let go of his face, touching the ceremonial ring. “This has a precise meaning... I built it following the instructions of the goddess Ayna before she guided me to you. It is made with the rock of the Goddess Sabaki, the Earth that Unites. And on top of it I set the stones that you found… they fell when you ran away from the temple. The one you found in the river is blue chalcedony from the Goddess Agata and symbolizes the air, while the one you woke up on is fluorite, from the water Goddess Ayna, your protector. The red jasper is inside every Saiyan and therefore there is also the Goddess Exada. It is the potential mate's job to forge this ring and bring it to the chosen one.”

Goku was blown away and breathless at that explanation, shaking his head hard. “It's- it's not right, it's all wrong! it's just…” he whispered in a watery voice, shaking to remove the ring from his tail. “You didn't have a choice and you felt… in duty. I don't deserve something so sacred and beautiful and… saiyan.”

Vegeta's hand landed on his trembling hand at his tail. “Does it mean that you are loved and worship by me, Kakarot, do you really want to take it off?”

The younger Saiyan froze, observing how the stones now shone between the dark and slightly damp fur of the appendix. The Mirror's voice laughed in the background.

“This… this would never have happened if there had been others, would it? I... I know I should be happy for the opportunity. But I can't help but think you didn't have a choice… you could never want me.”

“Why?”

A thousand explanations flew into Goku's mind, but he silenced them. “Forget it.” he touched the ring with his fingers, loving the sensation and what it symbolized.

“Do you know how mates recognize each other in the heat?”

Goku couldn't speak, so he just shook his head.

“The smell. Once again the help of the Goddesses. The Goddess Ayna made it rain to help you and ... you said that I smell like rain for you.” black eyes on the tail that moved quietly in the air. “It's because you chose me. And you smell like honey to me, warm and thick... because the Goddess Exada guided me and because I had the honor of being chosen by you. Just like I want to be your mate.” a mean smile opened his lips. “We have come to trouble ancient goddesses, Kakarot. You really are something…” Vegeta shook his head and giggled again. “Eat it, it's getting cold.” he prodded him, pointing to the plate.

Goku was so torn, so lost in his own feelings that he missed the snort of the other Saiyan, who took a piece of grilled meat with his hands and lifted it by blowing on it.

“Open your mouth.”

Goku frowned. “Vegeta... you-”

“Open your mouth, my Euphoria.”

Low blow but Goku smiled and followed the request, allowing Vegeta to feed him piece by piece.

“Good boy.” Vegeta cooed, caressing his lips and Goku kissed his fingertip. “The heat has debilitated you, you need to rest and eat.”

“And when are we training?" chirped Goku already eager to fight Vegeta, giving him big, hopeful eyes.

“Don't try it on me. Until you regain strength, it's useless, I won't let you move a single muscle.”

Goku looked around and allowed the tail to leave his waist, focusing on the little extra weight of the ring.

“You don't have to do anything Vegeta, it's supposed to be me for-”

Vegeta raised another piece of meat and automatically Goku opened his mouth letting himself be fed again and again.

“I could tell you it's part of an ancient ritual, but that would be bullshit.” Vegeta shrugged. “The truth is: I want to take care of my beautiful mate.”

The stomach churned full of butterflies, and the cheeks turned fiery red. “And can I... can I kiss you and... can we sleep hugging each other?”

Vegeta showed his fangs and Goku smiled, leaning towards him with a strong purr.

“Hold me tightly to you, my Prince, please.”

Vegeta lured him in a ravenous kiss. He tasted of flesh and safety and Goku sighed as he felt light-headed and shivering in his body. Vegeta pulled away and supported him.

“No fun stuff until you recover.”

Goku melted into a smile under the stern black gaze. “Okay... my- my mate.” and he opened his mouth in anticipation. He heard Vegeta sigh and then the flavor of the meat returned.

He couldn't wait to go back to fighting Vegeta, train and get stronger together... and he would enjoy this unexpected but much desired sweetness.

The future didn't matter, the new challenges or whether the heat would return. They were together.

“Vegeta?”

“Uh?"

“You haven't had your tail back these days or…”

“I might be offended, Kakarot…” he grinned and Goku felt a poke and a squeeze on his tail.

He stared wide-eyed at Vegeta's long, dark tail as it cuddled his.

“When…”

“Today.” the Prince simply replied.

Goku tried to concentrate but nothing came to mind. “Was I awake or sleeping?”

“Oh, more than awake.” Vegeta grinned. “During the day you will remember everything... but you liked it a lot.” he winked and in fact his appendix seemed happy to see Vegeta's tail, letting itself be squeezed in that possessive and loving way, releasing a faint smell of honey.

The ceremonial ring sparkled in his fur.

Goku smiled despite the blush at his companion's words. “I can't wait to remember. And do it again.”

“We have a life for it!”

The spontaneity with which Vegeta spoke calmed and reassured him again.

“Yes... a life and a universe…” he whispered softly with a smile that didn't want to disappear from his face.

“Where everyone will know that you are my mate, my Euphoria.” the possessive growl unleashed a strong purr straight from his chest.

“Yours...” Goku took a deep breath of Vegeta's scent as he felt his eyelids grow heavy. Vegeta helped him lie down and kissed his forehead.

“Rest.”

“With you?”

Vegeta stood by his side and hugged him, Goku thought it was better than heaven. Vegeta's hands cradled him and their tails were still entwined.

Before going further into sleep, Goku thought of these ancient goddesses that the Saiyans had worshiped centuries ago and thanked them all.

“It will rain again.” Vegeta informed him and even Goku could smell it.

“Mh hm…” the young man rubbed his face on the other's chest, listening to his heartbeat. “The rain is beautiful... especially if I can stay here with you.”

Vegeta's hands went up to the back of his neck and then to the bite mark. “You can always be with me, anywhere. Sleep, I'm here.”

Goku kissed the mark he had left on Vegeta's neck and floated towards the bond filling him with warmth, letting go of himself, aware that he was protected and loved.